A/N: Sorry for the really long wait but there's been a lot of stuff going on and I've lost inspiration

A/N: Sorry for the really long wait but there's been a lot of stuff going on and I've lost inspiration. Here is the next chapter, number nineteen I believe, of A Family of My Own.

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Griffith's POV

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"Hello." Fred (I had finally been able to tell them apart) said, plopping down on the couch next to me. "You wouldn't possible be able to help me, would you?"

I put my book down and turned to the redhead. "What do you need help with?"

The twin seemed to struggle with words before saying. "My name."

"Draco!" I yelled and the blond came strolling into the room. His gaze fell upon the Weasley sitting on the couch and he turned right around and started leaving. As if an invisible rope had caught him around the middle he was pulled back to the center of the room where I stood, watching Fred nervously. "What have you done to him?"

"Only what I told them I was going to do." His eyes looked into mine with mock innocence.

"Well whatever it is you are going to reverse it." I said. "I do not need the two of them wandering around with no idea of who they are."

Draco sighed and pulled out his wand. "I don't see why you can't do it." Fred's eyes unfocused then refocused on the blond. "I mean, you can do anything you want." His eyes travelled to my hair. "Except, that is, change your hair back to normal."

"Because you need to apologize." I ignored his comment about my hair.

"Sorry Weasel One." Draco sneered, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Like you mean it." I growled.

"Um, Griffith, it's okay really." Fred interjected, no doubt sensing the tension that hung in the air.

I looked between the two before huffing and leaving the library. "Griffith!" A female voice called in alarm as I brushed past someone angrily. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course something's wrong!" I yelled, whirling to face the black haired witch. "There's only so much time before we either attack the Order or they attack us. The twins and Charlie still haven't settled in and Draco's doing something to them every time I turn my back! Charlie has taken to locking himself up in his room and I don't blame him. Draco has no respect for our guests and no respect for me! He's arguing with me at every turn and I just can't take it anymore!"

Bellatrix had taken a step back during my rant and had her wand held in one of her hands. "Listen, I know that all of this is stressful for you but you need to calm down."

"I can't calm down." I objected. "Draco's making it damn near impossible with his constant spells and hexes aimed at the Weasleys. On top of that my hair is blond and I can't get it to change back to black."

"I thought you wanted-"

"At the time I didn't mind if it had changed but now it's just weird and I want it back to normal. Nothings working and no one's goddamn prepared for the battle coming up."

"I'm sorry Griffith." She said and I looked at her confused for a second before a spell came whizzing towards me. In the split second before it hit me a shield went up around me and the blue light bounced back. Bellatrix dodged it and sent another spell.

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I woke up on my bed with a killer headache. "What happened?" I asked no one in particular, not expecting an answer.

"You wouldn't calm down." Draco said from a chair next to my bed. "It took Aunt Bella, Sev, and Hermione to finally get you to calm down. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I climbed out of bed and walked to the door. My hand was on the doorknob when I paused and turned my head to the side. "Are you okay?"

"No." Draco sniffed. "I hate fighting with you." I turned fully around and suddenly my arms were full of the blond.

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A/n: and this is where it ends. I know it's really short but it's more of a filler chapter. I'm thinking the next one will be the last chapter…unless I get ideas from either reviewers or my own mind but I'm sick as a dog so my mind seems to have taken a vacation.