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Chapter 4

Sunday. How had he only been in Austria for three days? It seemed like he had been wasting here a goddamn eternity ever since he had stumbled upon this outlandish mystery. One day's rest. All he needed to recuperate from this headache was one days rest. By that time Fred would probably have owled him back, and George would begin to pick up the pieces of this brain busting dilemma. All he needed was one day. Which was why he had decided to do what normal tourists do while traveling and take up some sightseeing. From what he had witnessed so far the Austrian landscape was positively breathtaking, and the small town just outside the Jordan cottage was quaint. Spending a little time there would help him clear his mind.

His feet carried him past a few taverns and local spots where business seemed to be rather booming for a Sunday mid-afternoon. The people seemed friendly enough so when he offered a few of them a quick wave it was returned with a friendly hello from the locals. It was a nice change in pace though his mind constantly drifted back to Alicia. What had Warrington done to manipulate her, and why couldn't she remember anything? Oh there were a dozen explanations George could think of. Cassius had been obsessed with Alicia throughout their entire seventh year. He had gone to extreme lengths to try and pry her away from George in the past. It didn't seem so far fetched that he had done something horrid to her memory. Yet there were so many other options that plagued his mind that he began to hyperventilate. Being completely out of his element, and most likely out of character, George spotted something out of the corner of his eye that was destined to make him calm down.

"Merlin's beard thank you…" Picking up his pace, George closed the distance between himself and the candy store that was situated on the corner of the street. In a way it reminded him vaguely of Honeydukes, and the thought of downing a dozen chocolate frogs sent him into a schoolboy tizzy.

Pushing the door to the shop, George stepped inside and was immediately greeted by the sweet smell of candied goodness. Lava rocks, chocolate frogs, acid pops, and the ever popular Fizzing cauldron cakes lined the shelves as though they had been freshly placed there for him. Not to mention the shop went back about twelve aisles deep. It was candy madness, and George couldn't wait to get his hands on the one thing that would make him feel a million times better.

"Need any 'elp sir?" A burly looking man moved out from behind the counter and handed him a clear plastic bag.

"No no….I'm …give me that bag." Snatching the thing from the disgruntled man, George set to work filling the bag with as much candy as he could. Chocolate, licorice, suckers, sugar quills…everything was squeezed into the small container until there was barely any room left.

Moving towards the back of the store, George began browsing through the smaller sucking candies when the small chime above the shop door sounded. He was too preoccupied with his assortment of goodies to notice anything going on around him so he barely flinched when he heard a familiar voice travel through the joint.

"Mommy…I want the 'ollipop." The statement was followed by a young boy's whining, and then a chuckle that sounded an awful lot like a woman's.

Placing the handful of gummy worms back into the jar, George pushed aside one of the boxes of candy and peered to the front of the shop. Out of all the places in the town she had chosen this one. The very place he had gone to try and get away from her until he had devised a plan. "Oh bloody brilliant."

So preoccupied with staring through the small space, George didn't even feel the hand of the small boy tugging at the bottom of his coat. " 'Scuse me." The little voice sounded. " 'Scuse me…hey." Giving one final tug, James grinned when George looked down and gave him a questioning look.

How had the kid manage to sneak so quickly beside him? "Oh I'm quite sorry sir….Hey…" He played it off as cool as possible.

Folding his arms across his chest, James sighed. "Hey don't I know you." The small boy glared up at George with a quizzical expression.

George grinned at the kids confused look and chuckled. " Yes I believe so. I believe we were museum buddies...eh?" Shrinking down to the boys level, George casually glanced up as the sound of clicking heels came round the aisle.

"James I told you to- oh" Coming to an abrupt halt Alicia stared down at George.

She hadn't expected to see anyone else out on a Sunday afternoon. Especially someone inside the candy shop. Usually the place was vacant during this time of day. Instead she had run into the one person she was doing her best to forget about. What had been his name again? " Well it seems as though we meet again, Mr. Weasley." Managing to recover his last name in the last moment Alicia let a deep breath slip through her lips. Leaning over so she was about level with James, Alicia took her son's hand and frowned. " No more running away from mommy...ok? I need to be able to see you . " When James nodded his understanding Alicia held out the candy bag and gestured towards the aisles. "Whatever you want today sweetheart...we just won't tell daddy." She winked.

James threw one last glance up at George and then giggled as he took the bag and shot down the aisle across from them. Alicia folded her arms across her chest and finally returned her attention to George. Why couldn't she look him in the eye?

"So what brings you here?" she quirked a brow as her eyes fell down upon his overstuffed bag. " I have a five year old son...kids are supposed to have a sweet tooth. Grown men on the other hand..." She smirked as her finger flicked the contents of his candy bag.

Oh how he had missed her wit. When they were younger Alicia had been able to exchange words with George almost as good as Fred could. She was always on top of her game, and even this slight remark she just made reminded him of those old times.

Putting on his best insulted face, George clutched the candy close to his body. "Ill have you know that a sweet tooth is the most healthiest kind of tooth how dare you insult the high and might sugar coated goodness!"

Chuckling lightly Alicia glanced back to check on James before waving her hand to brush off his silly comment. "Believe what you wish Mr. Weasley, but I suspect that your healthy sweet tooth won't be so healthy if you eat all this." She patted the bag again.

Looking down at his bag of candy the full effect of what he had shoved in there hit him, and he in turn laughed. " well at least it will be worth it...and please call me George."

"Alicia" she threw out there in case he had forgotten.

" I know."

Glancing uncomfortably down at the ground Alicia kicked at the marbled floor. " if it isn't too bold of me to ask...what are you doing in this town? It rarely attracts tourists." It was an honest question seeing as her husband was an Austrian diplomat, but another part of her wanted to learn just a little bit more about the dashing stranger. Merlin Daphne would be rolling in hysterics if she witnessed Alicia now.

"My friends own a cottage outside of town. They offered me a free vacation to escape..." He paused. " to get away from a stressful work station."

"Did it work?" James' giggle could be heard an aisle over so she gestured for George to follow as she moved towards that aisle.

"Not particularly. I actually made the stress that much worse." His eyes traveled down her form while she wasn't looking, and snapped immediately back to place when she turned back around. " To be honest the stress I thought I'd loose only escalated."

"Really now?" suddenly aware that she was brushing shoulders with him, Alicia stepped back. " I find that hard to believe considering this town is so quaint and secluded from the noisy city. Where did you say you were from?" She delicately arched her eyebrow.

Should he lie? If he mentioned London or the Burrow would she remember? What if he just told her he was from Hogwarts? Perhaps a familiar name would jolt her out of this stupid memory lapse. " England." Closing his eyes he mentally cursed at his own stupidity.

As if waiting for a different answer she replied with a lethargic "oh"

"Mommy!" James came speeding towards her side and clutched desperately at his mothers coat. " Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom..." He repeated her name frantically until Alicia finally mouthed an apology to George and bent down to his level again.

"Yes your majesty?" the boy giggled again and held out his left hand to reveal an oversized lollipop.

" I want this." Grinning a toothy smile he waited for her to take it.

Alicia looked down at his bag which was already full of candy, and chuckled. " James don't you think you have enough candy?"

"But moooooooooom." The tears welled up in his eyes, and George did his best from laughing. The boy had certainly acquired Alicia's skill for getting what she wanted.

"James you can only have that lollipop if it fits in the candy bag. You already have enough so either take some stuff out of that bag and put in the lollipop or put the lollipop back." She held her stare until the boy finally let out a whine and put the lollipop back down on the shelf. Storming back down the other end of the aisle Alicia held her hand over her face and sighed.

"Sorry about that." Alicia kept one eye closed and squinted in George's direction.

"Don't worry. He sorta reminds me of this kid I knew when I was younger." He grinned.

"Was he manipulative and a good actor?"

"She.." He corrected, " was an absolute masterpiece of getting what she wanted."

Alicia, suddenly feeling completely at ease, grinned. "Ah I should have known it was a girl. We women are known for being quite convincing." Lifting her hand to her mouth she huffed on it and then rubbed her nails triumphantly across her chest.

It took all of his strength not to jump at her. Instead he decided to go in for the kill by using this idle chit chat. It also helped that her son was becoming slightly distracting, and her words were loosely falling from her lips. "So Ms. Spin - er Warrington...what brings you to these parts? I mean I understand your married and such, but you strike me as such a burst of excitement...seems almost crazy you would end up in such a quiet place."

Alicia absorbed the question with mild interest. To be honest she had wondered the same thing many times before. Inside of she felt the explosion of a thousand charms, and she couldn't quite explain the urge to find her place in the world. Of she knew she belonged with James and Cassius in the estate he had so graciously given her, but it was lacking something. It was an empty vessel that she never felt she could fill.

"Now that's an interesting one..." She began wiping James' mouth as the boy devoured one of the chocolates from his bag. Taking the wrapper in her hand she shrugged. " I've lived here most of my life actually. Course I don't remember much, but what I've been told makes it seem like I've lived here most of my teenage years."

George wanted to scream. He wanted to take her in his arms and make her understand that something was wrong with her. She was not from Austria, and she didn't grow up in this area. Alicia was from Galway in Ireland. She had lived there through out her schooling at Hogwarts. She was a green eyed Irish goddess, and somehow she had forgotten that. George continued playing make believe.

"Interesting. So I assume your parents live close by? I can't honestly believe two loving grandparents would be far from their daughter and grandchild." He nearly choked on the foul false statement.

When they were in their seventh year of Hogwarts the group had noticed a drastic change in Alicia. She stopped eating, stopped having fun, and in fact she forgot her own birthday until they threw her a party. It wasn't until the holiday season that they found out the truth behind her actions. For the seven years she had schooled with them she had kept her bloodline a secret. Alicia's father was a former Death Eater. George quickly learned how foul they treated her, and she even confessed that her father was the culprit of her scar. He knew they weren't loving, and he also knew they were quite dead. Still he needed more information from her.

Her eyes grew a bit wide. " Oh...oh ...um my parents passed away five years ago. There was a fire in our manor and they didn't make it out. I ...I actually almost died as well." Suddenly a smile graced her lips. "Cassius saved me. He saw the burning fire and came rushing in to my rescue. By the time he reached me I was knocked out from a fallen beam, but he was able to get me out in time."

George felt his jaw go slack. The sodding wanker lied to her. He concocted some story and lied to her! " you were ok though...right?" suddenly pulled into the intense reality of the growing situation, George failed to see the box of sugar quills in front of him.

When the box came crashing down at his feet, Alicia chuckled and grabbed James' candy bag. Placing it on the front counter she began to pay the man for the contents. " Actually there were a few complications. " her smile faded. " the beam that hit me caused a lapse in memory. I lost it all. The mediwitches that worked on me tried a lot of memory modification charms, but they just didn't help. Thank Merlin for Cassius and Daphne though."

George wasn't sure what sort of expression he was giving her so he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from looking like an idiot.

" The two of them helped me get back on my feet again, and even did their best to jog my memory. My best friend Daphne used to bring in albums of our old school days at Durmstrang, and eventually I began to accept the life I had forgotten. Cassius and I were already two years into dating, and I was pregnant with James. We were married once I was released from the hospital." She shrugged again as the man behind the counter handed her the change. " keep it." She grinned at him.

George still remained silent. It was finally laid out for him. Cassius must have convinced his parents to destroy the Spinnet's so he could have Alicia. He modified her memory and manipulated her mind into believing that they were already a couple. The snake had tricked them all. He had stolen away Alicia and had been controlling her life for the last five years. Perhaps the most unsettling image of all was the fact that they had a child together. The poor boy was raised by a mother who wasn't even the real Alicia.

George fought back the urge to yell.

"Are you paying for those sir?" The candy man gestured towards his bag, and George threw it up on the counter. Glancing over his shoulder Alicia was fixing James' hair which had become stuck to one side of the boys forehead.

George slide a few coins across the counter and waved his hand away when the man tried to give him back a few knuts. "Hey Alicia..." He stuffed the bag of candy into his rather large coat pocket.

Alicia had been playing with her son's hair when George had called out to her. A sudden pang of familiarity came over her, and she quirked a brow as she stood up to meet his stare. What was so familiar about the way he said her name? Why did she suddenly feel like she had known him for her entire life? Placing her hand down on her chest her fingers idly moved towards the locket beneath her sweater where she began to fumble with the chain.

"Yes?" She stammered.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" he came up to her side. " I feel awful for having you bring up such a horrible part of your past." He pouted out his lower lip, and James laughed.

A smirk rose to her lips, and she looked down at her son who seemed to be enthralled by their new companion. " Ya know...that face usually only works when he does it." She nodded towards her son, " but since you remind me so much of him right now how can I decline such a nice offer." Taking James by the hand she gave it a squeeze. "How bout it sweetheart? Wanna spend a little more time with Mr. Weasley?"

"Will you buy me hot choc'ate?" He looked towards George with inquisitive eyes.

"Of course! Treats on me!" Holding the door open for the two of them George felt his heart begin to beat at a sickening rate. Being this close to her and not letting out the truth was killing him. It didn't matter. He needed to speak with Cassius before flinging around the truth to Alicia. Something that shocking would most likely screw with her head even more.

"This is awfully nice of you." Alicia, who had been transfixed on his features, smiled. "Normally people from out of town aren't so friendly."

Heading towards one of the smaller cafés, George cocked his head to the side as James ran out in front of them. " Really? That's kind of surprising."

Scrunching her nose slightly, Alicia shrugged. "Well sometimes my husband attracts questionable people. It comes with the job though. Not everyone in his circle of employment is friendly." Glancing up towards her son, Alicia yelled, " James wait for us there. When it comes to chocolate the kid wastes no time." She chuckled.

George on the other hand couldn't get over the things she was saying. Was Cassius still involved with the Death Eaters? Did he bring that sort of thing into the house and expect it to be the right kind of atmosphere to bring a child up in? For the love of Godric this was getting more complicated with every step. "Well as long as he treats you right. That should be all that matters….and yes he looks like he's about to burst if he doesn't get that hot chocolate." He had to admit James was awfully cute for a little bugger. George had always imagined having his own Weasley clan someday, and seeing James reminded him how much he had wanted that with Alicia.

"Coming?" Her voice knocked him out of his daydream.

"Yeah comin?" James tugged at George's sleeve. Somehow he had managed to walk beside her while completely dazed.

Glancing down at James, George nodded. "Lets go before they run out of chocolate." The poor child looked at him as though the thought was appalling, and quickly ran ahead of him into the café.

"He likes you." Alicia said softly as they approached the front counter. James had already taken the liberty of sitting in one of the smaller booths towards the back. Alicia gave him a look indicating that he better sit still, and without uttering a single word the boy snapped his legs together and sat patiently while waiting for his chocolate.

George smirked. "Really? What makes you say that?"

"Well for one he hasn't tried to make you disappear yet….and he hasn't tried to fake you out by eating his gummy worms." Letting a tiny laugh pass through her lips, Alicia gave a small wave towards the owner of the café. "It doesn't seem like much, but he has a tendency to pull jokes on people he doesn't like right away. He still pulls them on Daphne all the time…which completely confuses me. One minute he loves her and the next he hates her. Its like he has a sixth sense about her or something." Shaking her head as though the idea was ludicrous, Alicia grinned at the woman who came up to them.

"Ah so nice to see you in here again Ms. Warrington." The rather attractive woman, placed a short menu in front of them.

"Oh nothing heavy today Greta. We just need two cups of coffee and a small hot chocolate for James." Gesturing towards George, Alicia kept her eyes on Greta. "This is Mr. George Weasley…he's from out of town. "

Extending his hand in her direction, Greta gave him a slow questioning look before finally taking his hand in hers. "Nice to meet you Greta."

Though Greta seemed a bit apprehensive of the red headed man. "Pleasure." Summoning the mugs and the hot pots over towards the counter, Greta kept one eye focused on George and the other on the mugs. "How do you know Ms. Warrington, Mr. Weasley?"

Did everyone in town have some creepy sixth sense? George stared down at the woman knowing very well why she was giving him questionable looks. The most beloved woman in the town was having coffee with a stranger, and George didn't exactly fit the same bill Warrington did. "We met at the museum." He kept it blunt.

Alicia, suddenly understanding Greta's harsh tone, reached out and grabbed her mug of coffee and James' hot chocolate. "Greta…please refrain from thinking such awful things about my choice of company." Turning on her heel before the woman had a chance to reply, George followed her back to the table and slide into the spot next to James.

The small boy was practically ready to explode, and when Alicia handed him the mug of hot chocolate he squealed with delight. Alicia on the other hand had suddenly gone from very cheery to very quiet. "Knut for your thoughts?" George arched a brow as he took a small sip of the piping hot liquid.

Alicia had already begun to sip at the contents, and cursed under her breath as the scalding coffee burned her. "MOMMY!" James burst into hysterics at his mothers use o f language and she cursed again.

Sliding her hand over her face she settled it down against her cheek and blushed once she realized George was staring. "Sorry." She mumbled. "I love Greta…don't get me wrong, but the sodding woman irritates me to no end sometimes. Every time I come in here she lays these subtle things upon me thinking that Im not going to understand what she's insinuating. I'm not a sodding idiot…" Taking another sip of coffee she sighed.

There it was. The famous Alicia Irish temper. It was possible for Warrington to manipulate her memories, but that same Spinnet flair never died. He could see the fire in her cheeks, and for a brief moment it felt like he had her back again. It was almost too surreal, and he recalled the time she had gotten so angry at him that she took her broom and recklessly jumped out the window in Gryffindor tower. Of course that was the same night she crashed her broom into the Whomping Willow and proceeded to get a black eye and six stitches across her forehead. That was Alicia. A spitfire that would walk on water for the ones she loved. She did what she wanted, and would pay the consequences when they came…and he loved her for it.

"Your gonna burn your taste buds clear off of you keep doing that." He warned her as the steam continued to rise from her mug. James, still in hysterics, snorted back his laugh and took a gulp of his chocolate.

"Momma…can Mr. George come eat dinner?" James pouted out his lower lip which brought back that pleasant smile to Alicia's face.

"Oh I don't know sweetheart. I'm sure Mr. George has a lot of other things he has to do today. Its already nice enough that he bought us these drinks." Flickering her gaze up towards George she smirked. "Unless of course he'd like to come to dinner. My friends fiancé has just come home from a business trip so I'm sure there will be a large dinner." Her coffee had finally cooled down enough for her to drink, and Alicia relished in the fantastic taste of bitterness.

His blood began to pump rapidly. Oh how he would have loved to walk into that estate and come face to face with that rat Warrington. How brilliant it would be to see the look of horror on the boy's face when he realized that his little game of house was finally over. He was tempted to do it right then and there. He'd go back with her to the estate and blow the cover that Warrington had placed over her eyes. Then George would whisk her away and everything would go back to the way that it was. He'd have his Alicia back, and they could go home and start a family.

"So you gonna come Mr. George?"

Family. Shit. His eyes moved slowly down to his side and he came face to face with a toothy grin courtesy of James Warrington. For the love of Godric he was a sucker for kids. "No little man….I'm afraid I can't make it tonight." It was one thing breaking Warrington into a thousand pieces, but it was another thing to do it in front of five year old James. George wouldn't let it happen like that.

"Are you sure?" Alicia, who George noticed looked quite disappointed, ran her finger along the rim of the mug. "It really wouldn't be a hassle if you wanted to come. In fact you have been so incredibly nice to us that I feel its necessary that I repay you." She wanted him to come to dinner. She truly honestly wanted him to come to dinner. And it wasn't because she was enjoying his company. No, there was something else that was begging her to convince him. She could feel it deep within her bones, and she didn't want to take no for an answer. "I would love to introduce you to Daphne…oh and Cassius of course."

"No…I cant. I'm really sorry, but I promised a friend I'd write home tonight. Its rather important. Another time though. I'm sure there will be another time before I head back home. " His eyes caught sight of Greta who was making her way over towards their table. He had just about finished his coffee, and by the looks of it she was almost done with hers. He had to leave her now. "Hey James…" He bent over to the boy's ear just as Greta arrived at the table.

"I'm real sorry Ms. Warrington. I didn't mean to offend you at all. I hope the coffee was enough for you."

Alicia turned her attention up towards the blonde woman and nodded. "The coffee was fine Greta. Thank you." She had been blunt enough where she hoped Greta would get the picture and leave, but that was a lost cause once George stood from the booth and handed out a bit of money to café owner.

"Here you are, Greta. Thanks very much." He gave her a small nod and then turned back towards Alicia. "Im sorry to run off in such a hurry, but I do need to see to that letter…and eat all of that candy I bought. " He grinned as Alicia chuckled. "I'll be seeing you around, Ms. Warrington." Winking at James he held up his hand in a salute. "And young sir! I shall be seeing you soon! Good day." Sharing one last smile with each of them, George turned on his heel and quickly made a bee line for the door.

As the bell jingled indicating his exit, Greta just looked down at a dazed Alicia and shook her head. Alicia on the other hand felt that same strange feeling she had felt the first time she ran into him. As soon as he left it was like a part of her had died, and she began counting the minutes in hopes that she would see him again. Was she mad? He had only bought her coffee! Plus she was married! Running her hands over her face Alicia took a deep breath and tried her best to dismiss the sudden jittery feelings. How did he do it? How did he make her feel like she was sixteen all over again?

"I like him Momma." James called out from across the table.

"Mmmhmm. He's very nice James." Her face still remained planted within her hands, and she took another breath to ease the tension.

"He is…he gave me his pop."

Removing her hands from her face, Alicia glanced across the table to see her son in all his glory. The giant lollipop she had said no to in the candy store was now sitting in the hands of a very happy five year old. The look of pure excitement in his eyes was enough to keep her from getting angry, and when he knew she wasn't going to scold him he held out the giant sucker and offered her a lick. ""No thank you." Her decline was fine by him as he quickly went back to licking the lollipop as though it may get up and run away from him. "Very very nice…" A goofy smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

"Momma…" Taking the lollipop away from his mouth, James waited for Alicia to look at him before continuing with his question. "How come Mr. George has the same freckle on his ear like me?" Taking his index finger he pointed to the spot on his right ear where the oddest little freckle sat.

Quirking her brow at her son's odd choice in questions, Alicia shrugged. "I don't know sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "I don't know about a lot of things right now." Shaking her head side to side, Alicia pushed herself up and out of the booth. "Come on baby…lets go home. We can go see Aunt Daph and Uncle Marcus." Sliding out of the booth, Alicia grabbed the non sticky hand and began ushering him towards the door. There was a brief second where she hoped to open the door and find George standing on the other side, but that thought was pushed away as soon as she stepped into the late afternoon air. He was gone, and Alicia was needed at home. "Merlin I need to stop this…" Turning up the road, Alicia began her trek back to the estate.

George however had waited for her to leave. He had sat quietly down the street and out of sight just so he could watch her leave. It was like an obsession now, and he wouldn't be satisfied till he had her back in his life. He just needed to see her. Even when she was far from his sight he still sat there pretending that he could see her. It was the same thing he had done the day she had left him on the train platform. He stood there for twenty minutes watching the spot where she had disappeared. This was exactly like that night.

Finally coming to conclusion that she wouldn't be coming back, George got up from the bench and began the trek back home. He could have apparated and been back to the Jordan's place within seconds, but for some reason he just felt like walking. The air was something he needed to clear his head. He had planning to do, and a clear steady mind would be needed in order to create a plan that would blow Cassius' cover. By now he had hoped Fred had owled him back with some news, but there was no word. At this rate he'd be confronting Cassius by next New Years.

The long street turned into a smaller one, and he could make out the outline of the Jordan house from where he was. It had only taken him fifteen minutes or so to walk between the cottage and the town. To be honest he had no idea he was in such decent shape. Hell the last time he had ever done any physical activity he had been trying to avoid one of Ginny's hexes by sprinting across the Burrow's yard at record speed. This on the other hand was a relaxing walk. A walk where he could figure out his next plan of action without worrying about any ridiculous interruptions.

Stepping up towards the front door of the cottage, George heard something fall over inside. Had Warrington beat him to his house? Pulling his wand from his pocket, he waited a moment before taking a quick breath and kicking the door open with one foul swoop. That was physical activity number two. Flinging his wand around erratically he didn't lower it until a familiar voice told him to stop acting like an idiot and put the wand away. That of course was the voice of Angelina.

"Hey Georgie…" Fred sidled up to George's side and wrapped his arm around his neck. "We thought we'd head up here and keep you company or something. "

Completely thrown off by the random surprise, George just stood in the doorway with his mouth open wide. "Hey….hey…long time no see."

"Well geez man I hope that's not what you said to Alicia when you ran into her." Lee Jordan's obnoxious voice carried off through the cottage setting off a fit of laughter from everyone but a still very perplexed George. "Not exactly very romantic."

"Georgie Pie…"Fred began moving George towards the couch and sat his brother down carefully. "Georgie face…listen here mate…play time is over. It's time to get back Alicia."

And as quickly as that it had begun.

And so it begins. The entire gang is now in Austria, and that means only one thing….its time to confront Warrington. Chapter 5 will be up soon, and we will learn more of the mystery behind Alicia's lost memory. PLEASE review! I love the feedback and it helps me bust out the next chapter quickly! Plus if you review for me I will totally review for you!! Thanks again! Much love to you all!