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Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter - but I do own the girl...who's name is still yet to be unveiled...(I thought I was putting it in this chapter...but it didn't work out...sorry)

I woke up and saw Fred just opening his eyes as well. 'Morning already?' I groaned, 'Great.'

"What's your problem?" Fred asked me," You're not the one who fell in something that stunk like heck*." I laughed softly, getting up and stretching.

"Actually," I told him," I was having a wonderful dream…and I didn't want to leave."

"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow," And what were you dreaming about?"

"Her."

"Her?" my twin asked, then he realized who I was talking about," Oh! That one girl whose name we don't know, and never shows up anywhere. Nice." The other guys had already left or were to busy getting ready to pay attention to us- which was fine with me. Finally, the others left, and I decided it was best to tell Fred about what I knew. He listened as I told him of the conversation between Dumbledore and McGonagall, then I told him of my dream and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"So you're in love with a girl whose name we don't know and is doomed to a horrible life?" Fred asked, as we went downstairs to the common room," Makes no sense to me at all. My advice – give up on her man."

"I'm not in love with her," I said, lightly hitting him in the head," It's just there's something about her that intrigues me."

"That's love George," Fred said, as we climbed out the portrait," Anyone would agree with me."

"It's not love," I argue," It's… trying to be nice and help someone live a better life."

"Love."

"Help."

"Love."

"Help."

"What are you two arguing about?" Ron asks, as we sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Whether it's Love that George is feeling for a girl," Fred answered.

"Or," I say before Ron or anyone else can interrupt," It's because I'm trying to help her live a better life – which is why I want to know more about her. Now – no more on the subject, I don't want any teachers knowing I know what I know about her." Fred nods, and Ron just shrugs. No one else had really paid attention to us, thankfully. I looked up at the teachers, and saw Professor Dumbledore looking at me with a small smile on his face. 'Does he know that I know?' I thought, but shrugged it off and began eating.

{After classes are over for the day}

"You hear that Sirius Black has been spotted again?" Fred asks me, as we walked down the halls.

"Yeah," I answer absentmindedly.

"You're thinking about that girl again, aren't you?" Fred says, sighing. I was about to say no, but then sighed as well.

"Yeah," I nod," I can't help it – There is something about her." I stopped and turned to face him," Why is it that we never see her? Think about the last time you saw her – When was it?"

"That one time in the hall – after the goop incident with the Slytherins," Fred answered, after a little bit of thought.

"Exactly," I tell him," That's the last time I saw her as well. It's almost as though she never goes anywhere – but then again, she followed around Dumbledore on that one specific day."

"You're doing a lot of thinking," Fred told me," Who are you and what have you done with my twin?" I couldn't help but smirk, and then I shook my head.

"Seriously though – I want to know more about her," I said," I can't help it…there's something wrong…and I want to help her. How would you feel if you were in her shoes – and you had a horrible life? Wouldn't you want someone to try and help you?"

"Since you put it that way – yes," Fred nodded," But I think you should give up on for a while – at least until you see her again." Sighing, I realized he was probably right.

"Deal," I told him," In the mean time… I know something that will occupy a little bit of our time."

"What?" Fred asks me, instantly intrigued, his mischievous side instantly coming out, as was mine.

"Well…" I looked around, and then took him to one of our secret hiding spots, and then told him my plan.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed, high-fiving me.

"So, all we need are those few ingredients, and the right time to do it without getting caught." Fred nodded, and we left our secret hide away – not knowing someone was hiding behind one of the statues.

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I listened as the two twins come out from the secret compartment I knew to be hidden in the walls. Soon, their footsteps died away, and I looked up, my light purple eyes in wonder. Then, quickly, I turned and ran back to my safe-spot that I should have never left. Crawling back into the small compartment, I hugged my knees to my chest, and rested my chin on my knees. My black hair curtained around me, and I was left in complete darkness again.

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"One…Two…Three!" Fred and I exclaim together silently, and then rush to the other side of the room. He peaked around the corner, and then motioned that it was safe. We walked around the room, putting all the things in the right order, and the right amounts of magic in certain spots. As we finished, we silently and carefully made our way back out of the room and away from the soon-to-be disaster-zone.

"I can't wait till class in the morning!" Fred laughed silently, and I nodded enthusiastically. 'It will be one heck* of a potions class to not be late for,' I thought, then started thinking.

"Maybe we should be like, a second or two behind everyone else, so it isn't that obvious," I suggest, and I see Fred think about it.

"You're probably right," he agreed, and we continued our way down the hall. We were about to pass where I had told him about my plans, when something caught my attention. I crouched down and picked up, examining it.

"What'cha got?" Fred asked me, as I slowly stood back up, and he looked at the small object in my hand; it was a golden locket, with a light blue E encrusted on the front. I flipped it over, but the back was blank.

"This could belong to anyone with the first name that begins with E, or the last name that begins with E," Fred said annoyed.

"Yeah… but who ever it belongs to recently dropped it," I told him, and I seen him look up at me.

"How the heck do you know that?"

"Because, it wasn't there when we were discussing our plans," I told him, looking up at him, "Who ever dropped it, did so in the time that we left here, till the time it took us to take our plan into motion."

"Do you think who ever it is knows about our plan?" Fred asked.

"I don't know," I told him honestly, then put it in my bag, and said," Come on, lets go. It's nearing dinner." Fred nodded, and we took off down the hall, talking all the way to the Great Hall.