A/N: This chapter is just an overview of the past 6 years. Everything that happens is from Fred's POV. This chapter has the instances that Sam talks about in the previous chapter.

Year One:

George and I caused mayhem. That's how the world worked. Our 'practical jokes' were just our way of making school fun. They were always just jokes. We may have gotten in trouble for them, but that's all they were. It didn't matter to us though.

We were walking into the Great Hall when we saw her. She was sitting by herself. She looked like the mousy type, kinda cute, but then she looked up. She looked back at her plate instantly. I laughed and elbowed George. He laughed too.

We kept our eye on her for the next few weeks. She was in one of our classes for double something. I wasn't really paying attention. She wrote down everything the professor said. I tagged her to be a know-it-all. That's what she was. No denying it.

After class I went up to George to report my findings, "She's a know-it-all. She took notes on everything the professor said. Every word, George!"

"Ok, we'll just play a nice prank on her. Maybe she'll stop her freaky behavior." George laughed.

I nodded and we began concocting a brilliant plan!

We had it all set up and we were just waiting for the girl. I didn't know her name, but that shouldn't matter. It was just a normal day. We did a bit of magic to create a small ball with a lovely potion, borrowed from Madame Pomfrey, inside of it. I think it would resemble the likes of a water balloon, and explodes on contact like one.

While she wasn't looking I hurled it at her. It smashed in the middle of her back. She turned around, eyes flaring, but then her anger subsided when she saw no one. George and I ran off laughing. We weren't quite finished with our pranks however. Just down the hall we set off a Dungbomb in the corridor and got put in detention by Filch. He's a bloody prat if you ask me.

Last we heard of the girl, she grew an arm and we haven't seen her since. Terrible dreadful, but she had it coming. It was harmless, only we thought it was. I guess it was for growing bones, not something else.

Year Two

That three armed girl came back the next year. Her third arm was gone, but it had been replaced with enormous glasses that were almost the size of her face! George and I couldn't help but tease her! It was too funny!!

We would just sit in class and send spells her way to scratch up her glasses. I know this seems like ten year old pranks, but it did the job. She would be in the middle of writing the butt load of noted she took and we'd send a spell to scratch her glasses! It was hilarious! She finally just put a spell on her wand that would write down the notes while she fixed her glasses.

It only grew funnier as the year went on! We started chipping her glasses. They were big enough that it didn't seem to matter. But she would stop taking her notes and fix her glasses. She soon started getting in trouble for making noise while the professors were teaching. Ravenclaw lost about 50 points in a month! It was great!

One day, while George and I were plotting our next move, I saw her walking down the corridor. She had her head buried in a book, making the perfect target. The plan formulated in my mind instantly. Just as she passed by I stuck out my foot. She fell forward, her glasses skidded to a stop twelve feet away from her. She got onto her knees and started feeling for them. I sent a spell to make the lens break, but not break out of the casing.

She finally found her glasses and put them on. She noticed the break and fixed them but that didn't make it any less funnier. She searched for her books and quills as the corridors filled, which, made it even more hilarious. No one helped her, just laughed at her misfortune. George and I did all we could not to laugh directly at her.

I don't know what happened to her after that. We stopped after finding a new target to play around with. It was called quidditch.

Year Three:

We had been busy with quidditch training, but that never stopped us from playing a good prank. It had been almost two months since school has resumed before I saw my favorite target. Her hair was different colors. There were many shades of blue, green, yellow, brown, red, purple, and any other color that seemed to come to the surface. Her hair was like a rainbow!

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and that's when I saw them. Her hideous pair of overly large glasses. She still had them and now her hair! It was hard not to want to tease her relentlessly. This time, I would do it in person. With George's help or not. I couldn't pass this up!

"Nice hair," I said to her one day in the hall.

She just looked at me then back at the ground. I began laughing at her

"Nice glasses," George said. She looked at him too. Her eyes began to water before she looked back at the ground again.

We burst out laughing. More of the student body began picking this up. Some would go as far as to make comments on it loud enough for her to hear. Everyone laughed. It was funny.

George and I had passed on the responsibility of her humiliation to the rest of the student body so we could focus on quidditch. But when we got the chance we'd break her glasses or comment on her hair. She never cried, complained, laughed, smiled, anything. She just walked on as if she didn't hear it. Or she'd glance at you then look at the ground.

She was a weird one. That wasn't our problem. Her hair was different colors and her glasses engulfed her face. We couldn't help but make fun of it. It just happened that way. It was our form of entertainment.

We went home at the end of the year with great memories. She was definitely a great source of entertainment for years to come.

Year Four:

It was the first day of school. George and I weren't searching for the girl with colored hair and huge glasses. She found us. Rather she walked past us. I nudged George and he saw her too. She walked past us, not paying attention to our stares.

"Did you see her?" I asked George.

"Yea, she's... she's..."

"Bald." I finished for him.

She'd shaved all of her hair off. There was small fuzz on her head, her glasses were just as big as ever, but she was even more odd looking.

Everyone noticed this. We didn't even have to point it out publicly. The relentless teasing had begun. George and I would follow her, just to hear what the others would say. They were even better than we were. At times.

"Hey baldy, what's wrong with your glasses?" they would say.

George and I would just laugh. It was all so entertaining! Still she never said anything, or looked at anyone for that matter. She was silent, and would just sit in class and take notes furiously.

Her hair hadn't started growing back. George and I wanted to tease her. But we had better things to do. Besides, everyone else had it covered.

One boy randomly called out, "Hey, everyone! Baldy's done from three armed girl to four eyes to freak to baldy! Hilarious transformation eh?"

Everyone laughed. The girl didn't even look at him. She just kept walking with her head down. I couldn't help but laugh.

Year Five:

We'd had a great summer. Reliving the past few years. Remembering that strange girl that just got weirder every year. I began wondering what she'd look like this summer.

My wondering was soon answered when I saw her. She still had her enormous glasses that took up her face, but she'd grown hair. It looked silky and was nice. That was one less thing to tease her about. But we could still tease her about her glasses. Which happened to now be her main focal point.

"Nice glasses," kids would say.

She's become old news. Everyone had out grown her. She wasn't fun to tease anymore. Now that she'd become halfway normal.

That was until her wig fell off. Turns out she'd been wearing a wig this whole time. A kid bumped into her and pulled the wig off. Everyone stopped and looked at her. The corridor, for once, was silent.

I didn't like it, so I shouted, "It's a wig!"

Everyone began laughing at her. They were pointing and laughing. The teasing began again full blast. I heard people shouting, "Baldy's back!" which made more people laugh. She looked around her, her eyes wide with fear or something like that. Her eyes began to water, which only made more people laugh. She ran off leaving a trail of laughter behind her.

George looked at me, wiping away tears of laughter from his eyes. We couldn't believe it. She'd used a wig to hide her bald head.

For the entire year, she still wore the wig. Everyone still laughed at her. Everyone knew it was fake. But that didn't stop her from wearing it. I have to admit, she was brave. But she didn't seem to care. It was hilarious and I still teased her with George and everyone else.

At the end of the year, she started glaring at people. This only made us all laugh even more. I don't know what happened to her. She missed the last week of school. Rumors began flying around that she'd killed herself or something weird like that. I hadn't thought it was that bad. She needed to lighten up a bit. Her head was buried in books all the time, she needed some laughter in her life.

Year Six: Present

She hadn't come back. But I had bigger fish to fry. I had someone getting me into trouble and I didn't appreciate it! I was going to find this person if it's the last thing I do this year.