Hey hey! So I wrote some more...nothing to exciting in this one...yet. Hope you enjoy!

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Mrs. Weasley was busying herself around the kitchen. There was something strange going on…and it had to do with that note that Dumbledor gave to the kids. She did not like it one bit.

When Ron had the same thing happen to him she tried to keep calm. However, when Fred and George appeared at the door in the same condition, she threw a fit. To say the least, she did feel a bit bad for her reaction, but it was worrying her.

When Hermione mention the marks having to do with the muggle religious book, Mrs Weasley nearly threw it out of the house. However, her husband talked some sense into her, reminding her that muggles cannot do magic. It still made her uncomfortable. Something was terribly wrong, and she wanted her children to stay away from that muggle thing. However, when you've raised your children to be independent, things don't go as planned.

"Mum! I told you, we were sitting in the joke shop, when it suddenly happened!" Fred gave annoyed sigh.

"Yesh, we've been run threw on our hands and feet and all you do is yell!" George shook his head. "Bad form, mum, bad form."

"I don't understand how the four of you got these marks though!"

"Neither do we mum!" Ginny gave annoyed sigh and ran her bandaged hand threw her hair. She wanted her mum out. Ginny knew that the four of them needed to talk, and things were being slowed down. "Mum, can you get us some food?"

"Yea! Can we have some of that hot soup you made the other day?" Rons' eye's lit up at the mention of food.

"If you want food then you can get it yourself Ronald! And no I will not get you any food!"

"MUM!" The four Weasley children half whined half glared at her.

"Molly, let them be. They don't understand this any more than we do."

"But Arthur-"

"No buts Molly, dear. Let's let them rest for a bit, hmm?" Arthur led his protesting wife out the door and shut it softly behind him.

"Ok, what the bleeding hole is going on?" The twins looked at the others.

"It has to do with a quote Dumbledor left us, and something that happened to Ginny…" Hermione made herself comfy.

….

Narcissa opened her eyes and blinked. A hand reached to her heart as the memory of the blood hit her. Bandages, she had been healed she supposed. Sitting up, with a little pain, she glanced around her surroundings. It was a dimly lit room, with dark walls and a few portraits. A fire was blazing, and lit up another bed.

"Draco!" Hurrying from her bed, she embraced him, and felt tears prickling at her eyes. Her hands swept lovingly through his pale hair. "I thought you might have been dead."

He stirred slightly, and then gave a groan. Wincing, silver blue eyes opened to see his mother. "Mum?"

She nodded and gave him a soft smile. "Hello dear. Are you feeling alright?" He gave a slight nod.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know…I had been holding a ball at the desire of our Lord, and then I was in pain." Her eyes flashed. The conversation! Her hand went to where her wand normaly rested, and did not find it. "Draco, where is your wand?" A slight quiver in her voice put him on guard.

"I don't have it."

A hissing laugh made the two sit up straighter. "Wands…you wont be needing those my pets. Not at all."

…

"So you mean to tell us,"

"That some little bib-ly thing"

"And Ginny's vision,"

"Made us now some sort of,"

"Holey beings?" Fred finished the sentence of his twin and stared at the two. "Well, I'm alright with that!"

"Always knew we were the godly ones of this family!" George grinned. Harry couldn't help but grin back at them. Always trust the twins to make light of something serious.

"But then why does Ron have the holey markings? Ginny I can understand,"

"She's a saint for dealing with six older brothers." Fred and George flashed a smile to their scowling younger brother.

"We don't know. We don't understand why you guys have the markings either." Hermione shrugged her shoulders with a helpless look.

A sudden knock on the door made them all hush. "It's just me." Harry smiled as the ragged looking Lupin entered the room. "I might be able to help you out."

All six of them looked at him expectantly. "But first, I need to ask you, have you heard from Neville, Luna, or any one else around your ages?"

"No…nothing has happened to them, they're ok right?" Looks of concern fluttered across their faces. It wasn't uncommon now to hear of deaths and kidnappings of families with children who had attended Hogwarts with them.

"No, no. They're quiet safe. In fact, they'll be here any minute now." Lupin waved away their concern. "I just wanted to know if you had already known about their…condition."

"Condition?" Worry crossed Ginny's face. Luna was a dear friend of hers, as was Neville. "What's wrong with them? Did they get attacked?"

"No. They've just had some…changes."

"Will you just tell us Lupin?" Harry was getting annoyed with the word games. He wanted answers. "What's wrong with Luna and Neville?!"

"Well, for starters, we've both got wings." Everyone's eyes widened and mouths opened in shock at the sight before them. Neville and Luna stood a bit apart with a pair of pearly white wings protruding from their backs.

"Well, they seem to suit you two well." Lupin gave a soft smile.

"Bloody hell!!" Ron stood up, and moved towards Neville. "Where in the world did u get those?!"

"No idea…but my gran said something about me being 'one of them'. But when I asked her about it, she said that she couldn't tell me any more. That I had to wait till I got here."

"One of them?" Hermione gave a questioning look to Neville, who merely shrugged.

"What happened to you guys?" Neville glanced at the four youngest Weasleys and their bandaged hands.

"Dunno, we just ended up,"

"As holey beings!" The twins grinned up at him, while Ginny smacked both of them, and then winced at the pain it caused.

"Ron! Don't touch them!" Ron jumped back at Lupins yell. A bewildered look crossed his face. "You cannot touch them until your ready."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Alright Lupin, your hiding something from us and I want to hear it now." Harry leaned towards Lupin, his eyes still narrowed.

A sigh came from the man, and he motioned for Ron to sit back down. Conjuring up two stools for the Neville and Luna – who had been looking about the room muttering about warkornats- to sit on, he began to speak.

"What do you know about babies?" A confused look spread over everyone's face.

"Mum's already given us the talk of the birds and the bees Lupin." Muttered Ginny. Her reply was a chuckle.

"No, I'm talking about their magic."

Need a hint as to what's gunna happen next???

How is magic made?

til next time!

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