**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.

I awoke slowly. I stretched my body languidly, like a cat. I looked around for George and there he lay, at the foot of my bed, asleep. I covered my mouth to hold in my giggles. He looked so innocent. I had never seen a Weasley twin look truly innocent before. I moved closer to him and leaned over to look closer. His long red hair partially obscured his face. I carefully brushed the hair off his face. His smooth hair fell away easily and I rested my fingers lightly on his cheek. I felt my heart thrum and hiccup in response. I smiled to myself, enjoying the moment. I wasn't sure when I'd fallen for this crazy twin over the years, but I had. I sighed and suddenly George's eyes fluttered open. I froze, staring down at him, him staring up at me. He moved his arm slowly, but surely and his hand came to rest on my fingers on his cheek.

"I hope I wasn't drooling and snoring." He said quietly with a smile and a gleam of mischief in his eyes. I smiled and shook my head 'no' in response. I pulled my hand away from him and sat back. He sat up frowning.

"Thanks for guarding me while I slept." I said teasingly. He blushed.

"Sorry. Your snoring just lulled me to sleep." He said with a smile. I gave a gasp and slapped him playfully on the arm.

"I DO NOT Snore!" I stated firmly. He just laughed at me. I made myself go invisible and he stopped laughing.

"Alright, alright! You don't snore and I am a horrible guard because I fell asleep. Please let me see you again. I really want answers to my questions. Please don't run away." George begged. I sighed and became visible again. I walked over to my cabinet and checked my appearance in the mirror. I could see George behind me on my bed in the reflection.

"George, I don't think-" I started.

"Don't think then. Just listen and answer my questions please." George cut me off. I rolled my eyes at him in the mirror. "What are you doing here? Why is Dumbledore hiding you? Who are you, exactly and precisely?" He asked one after the other. I sighed heavily.

"George, I can't answer your questions." I replied.

"Why not?"

"I'd have to kill you then." I replied dramatically. He scoffed and smiled at me.

"As if you'd kill me. I doubt you've ever even came close to killing anyone in your life, even by accident." He said, shaking his head and wearing a smile.

"Actually, I have." I replied soberly, honestly. George's smile disappeared, replaced with a look of shock. The silence stretched uncomfortably.

"Um, I have to go and won't Fred be missing you by now?" George nodded, numbly, in reply. I flashed him the best smile I could muster before disappearing. I hope he doesn't think I'm some evil, horrible person... I slipped out of the room, looking back in before the door shut. George still stood there, staring at the last place I was before I disappeared. My heart stuttered but I forced myself to turn and walk away.

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I kept my distance from Fred and George over the next few weeks. But I could always see George from a distance, looking around, eyes sharp as if searching for something. I knew he was looking for me. I had had to give up my favorite sanctuary as now George staked it out regularly, waiting for me. I wished I had someone to talk about George to, but I knew Dumbledore.. Da... would be furious with me if he found out.

Today, I had woken early from the cramped hiding spot I'd slept in. Today was the day of the 3rd and final task of the Tournament. I needed to keep an eye on Harry. I was worried something or someone may try to keep him from it. I sat just outside of the Gryffindor common room. I leaned against the wall, waiting. The Fat Lady smiled down at me.

"What's on your mind dear?" She asked me sweetly. I looked around to make sure no one else was around, no one was.

"Just tired. I haven't slept well lately." I replied.

"Ah. Young love, always keeps the sleep sheep away." She replied in a soft, dreamy voice. I looked at her sharply, feeling the heat in my face as I blushed.

"It's just that I haven't had a decent place to sleep lately." I defended. She let out a small laugh.

"Oh dear. I would think that Head Master Dumbledore would set you up with a glorious room. Have you asked him?" She replied ignorantly.

"No need. He's offered them to me, but I just don't think it would work well. I'm supposed to be inconspicuous. Having some fancy room assigned to me would just raise questions." I replied. The Fat Lady seemed confused but let the subject drop.

"So, who's the lucky boy you're in love with?" I blushed brightly again and rolled my eyes.

"Why do you think I'm in love?" I scoffed at her.

"Well, you seem more unhappy lately and there's the blushing and the lack of sleep... What about eating? Have you been less hungry lately?" She sounded like a doctor trying to diagnose "love". LOL My tummy though, as if on queue, suddenly rumbled with hunger. "Hmm. Well, no lack of appetite, perhaps you Aren't in love. What a pity..." She commented.

"A pity?" I asked, confused.

"Oh yes. Love can be a wondrous, amazing, life changing experience." She answered.

"And how would you know? You're a portrait." I stated. She was taken aback, insulted by what I said.

"Well, excuse me for trying to help." She huffed. "And just to make something clear; Just because I'm a portrait doesn't mean I don't have feelings and it just so happens that I Have experienced love." She haughtily retorted.

"I'm sorry..." I softly grumbled. The conversation ended abruptly as the portal swung open and out stepped Harry. He looked nervous. I would be too. I stood up and followed him.

***Sorry it's a little short. I ran out of steam writing. Next chapter should be the last for Book 4 time line. No promises though. Sometimes my mind creates unexpected scenes that may delay moving on to the next book time line. LOL. I hope everyone enjoys. Thank you for Reading. Please Review. I really wanna know what you think! Who wants to bet on whether or not I stay canon in the ending of book 4 time line? Hehe... I really do hate seeing people die, but then again, I did kill off Dee's mother... I'm so heartless...NOT! We'll see... Tell me what you think please. :)