**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.

Hermione showed up to stay and Mrs. Weasley quickly added her to her cleaning crew. Da dropped in from time to time still, always for the Order's major meetings. In those meetings I found out they were keeping guards on Harry. Wouldn't it just be easier to keep him safe if he was here? Sometimes it drives me nuts that Da just does what he thinks is right without telling people his reasonings. The extra guard duty was running Order members thin, so I hope it is a good reason.

Then one day, the guard failed. Stupid Mundungus Fletcher! If only Da had allowed me to take a turn in the watch… I was furious, so was Da. I think I got my temper from him. He had to go to the Ministry and convince them to give Harry a hearing before making his punishment final.

A group formed quickly in the kitchen, arguing over who would go help "rescue" Harry from his aunt and uncle's house. Mad Eye was there, ready to take charge. He winked at me from across the room. Most definitely the real one this time. Fred and George were trying to talk their way into going.

"We've helped him escape from there before." Fred insisted again.

"Enough!" Mad Eye shouted, silencing the group. "I've picked the group already and it's final. Let's grab our brooms and get going. There's no time to waste." Mad Eye ordered. The group left quickly, leaving behind a quiet room full of disappointed people. Hermione and Ron sulked off together. Fred and George lingered a few moments, pestering their mother with questions she refused to answer. They soon gave up. As they were about to disapperate, I stepped behind George and placed my hand on the back of his neck right as he disapperated. We apparated into their bedroom.

"We need to get our prices fixed for everything before school starts. New 1st years will bring us a pile of sickles alone…" Fred was saying but George had turned around to look at me, grabbing my hand from his neck. I smiled at him while he just stared.

"Quit snooping around my room unless you enjoy getting hexed and cursed." I whispered my warning softly with a wink before going invisible.

"Eh! George! Are you listening?" Fred turned and asked. George shook his head no.

"She was just here…" He said softly.

"Who? Ghost girl?" Fred asked.

"Ya… So you believe me now?"

"I told ya she let me see her the other day. So, ya, I believe you. Is she still here?" Fred asked.

"How am I supposed to know? She went invisible."

"How the bloody hell does she do that anyways?"

"I don't know…" Both turned slowly in circles, scanning the room for signs of me. I decided to exit with a tease. I turned myself visible, grinning at them. They both stared at me with mouths partially agape. I blew a kiss to George and disapparated.

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I realized too late, that my order to quit and warning of hexes and curses would only really serve as a dare. I sat on my bed looking at George. I was invisible still. He had finally gotten in, though he now had a warty nose and long pink hair. I sent a silent spell at the door, causing it to close and lock itself. George startled and looked around nervously. My eyes sparkled mischievously, George has met his match. I could be just as ornery as he. I directed a sticky spell at the floor and when he tried to walk again, he found his feet stuck to the floor. I let out a soft giggle. He turned his head around looking for me.

"Dee? Show yourself!" He demanded.

"And why should I do that George Weasley? I warned you to stay out…" I responded. He grinned in my direction.

"It was a fun challenge." He replied.

"You look so dashing with long pink hair and a warty nose. Maybe you should make it a permanent change." I cheekily teased.

"Why thank you. I'll consider it." He grinned. "It is the latest style now, dontcha know?" He added taking on a funny accent. I laughed.

"You have always kept me entertained George…" I said while laughing still. George quirked his eyebrow in response.

"Always? How long have you been ghostin it up?" He inquired. I stopped laughing. Silence echoed through the room as he waited for my answer, which I was internally struggling with. With a sigh I made myself visible and smiled at George. He moved suddenly, trying to get to me, but forgot he was stuck to the floor. I giggled at the attempt.

"I've been 'ghostin it up' ever since I was little. I was born with this ability and thanks to my father, I have harnessed it, as well as a genius brain, to become the ultimate spy." I informed dramatically with a smile, trying to make my statement sound like a joke.

"So, who do you spy on then?" He asked, seriously. I sighed. I didn't really want to discuss my whole life with him at the moment, but at the same time I wanted him to know me. My heart ached with loneliness suddenly and I looked down to my bracelet. The thought of Cedric only worsened the feeling.

"I spy on various people... Mostly I keep an eye on Troublesome youths." I said with special emphasis so he'd understand he was included.

"Youths? I'm a grown man, thank you very much." He said with a fake huff and smile. I laughed. "Besides, you can't be that much older than me." He added.

"Actually, I'm younger than you by a little over a month." I informed him. A look of genuine shock crossed his face. "Oh, come on, I don't look That old, do I?" I asked, being playful, but he looked mortified to have me think that he thought I looked old.

"No, no, no. You don't look old... I didn't mean it that way." I laughed and he smiled bashfully, a slight shade of red still staining his cheeks. "You are beautiful." He added softly. Blushing bright, I looked away from him, embarrassed by the statement. "So, um, do you think you could unstick me from the floor please? I promise not to run away yelling about a ghost girl." He requested with a smile and wink. I rolled my eyes at him but silently cast the release charm. He picked up his feet, one at a time, dramatically revelling in his freedom. His eyes twinkled as he did so and I couldn't help but to grin at how silly he is. He walked the few steps to my bed and sat down near me. "Hi." He said with a shy smile. Then he held his hand out to me. "I'm George Weasley." He introduced himself. I laughed but reached out and took his hand, shaking it. We didn't let go.

"Nice to meet you George." I replied. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Normally, the proper thing to do is to introduce yourself in return." He, playfully, chastised. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. My heart pounded and I felt butterflies in my tummy. You're bloody in love with the guy! The least you can do is to tell him your name!

"Nice to meet you George. I'm Dee, as you know, but I'm also,known as Deirdra Nadine Kendra Rashell Dumbledore." The shocked expression that stole over his face was priceless. He stammered for a reply but in the end, just stared at me silently.

Finally, after like ten minutes, he recovered enough to ask me his questions. I waited nervously to see what questions he would ask because I wasn't prepared to answer certain questions yet.

"So, you're related to Professor Dumbledore?" He asked slowly as if doing so would make the question more clear. I laughed.

"Yes. Actually, I'm his daughter." George's mouth dropped open.

"But, but, he's so old…" He said, stuttering over his words. I frowned at him.

"So what?" I demanded, defensively. He looked properly ashamed now, realizing that what he had said was quite rude.

"Sorry…" Another moment of silence stretched between us. We were still holding hands. He brought my hand up to his mouth. I started to blush again, expecting him to kiss my hand. Our eyes locked. He winked at me and suddenly licked my hand as if he were a dog causing me to snatch my hand away.

"Eww! So gross George!" I exclaimed. He was laughing.

"That is for the pink hair and warts." He declared his revenge served.

"You still have them, you know…" I commented.

"Yeah…"

"So, don't you think you should be getting on my good side so I'll get rid of them for you?" I asked slyly. He smiled, shaking his head.

"Nah! I'm already on your good side, I can tell…" He replied cockily.

"Oh yeah? How can you tell?" I demanded. He laughed and leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands and he kissed me. I wasn't expecting it. I melted into the kiss, my heart racing like a steam engine. My whole body flooded with warmth. It ended too fast for me though. He pulled away abruptly and grinned.

"…Because if I wasn't on your good side, I don't think you'd let me kiss you with these ugly warts and hot pink hair." He answered immediately. Laughter bubbled out of me, verging on hysteria. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or just laugh until I died, but I was sure of one thing; I wanted to kiss him again and I did. He fell backwards as I practically jumped him. Silently, while we kissed deeply, I reversed the wart and hair hexes I had cast on him. When we finally submerged for air, I lay gasping on top of him. We both grinned at each other and I couldn't remember a happier moment in my life. That's pathetic… A depressing monster in me tried to dampen my mood but I pushed it away.

We ended up laying there next to each other for the rest of the night talking. I gave him a very vague outline of my life and reminisced about all the funny things I'd witnessed him and Fred doing over the years. At some point we drifted asleep, in each other's arms. It was a wonderful night.

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