HELLO ALL! Once again, all isn't that many, but whatever. I know I'm cranking these out kinda of sporadically and quickly, but this is the chapter where you find out why Marcie going to the Weasleys' is such a big deal. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is rather...intense? It's kind of lovey, but not too much. I wouldn't exceed the rating I've put on here because I don't want to ruin my good name and be reported. Woo, that would be awful. Enjoy!

The train took all the kids of Hogwarts off to their break destinations. For those who stayed behind, they wished everyone well on their travels. There wasn't much of that though. Most were leaving for the break, including Marcie Blackwood. She and Ginny were seated in one of the sections together watching the land pass by quickly. Well Marcie was watching. Ginny was passed out on the parallel bench snoring loudly. If this was how the whole ride went Marcie was fine with it. It was nice just to have some time to herself when everyone wasn't questioning her about where she came from and what she was like.

The land was all a blur as it went by. Different shades of green and a few browns and grays stuck in it. For it being the morning train, the sun already had a rough grip on the land. It looked welcoming and inviting. Then after so many thoughts and colors, it looked nauseating. Marcie looked away and focused back in on the inside of the train. It pitched and spun for a moment and then she was fine, and as Ginny kept sleeping Marcie decided that was the best idea. To let the time past, sleeping was the best option. So she curled up on her bench and slowly fell asleep.

The girls were woken up by a Gryffindor first year who had rapped on their window constantly until Ginny woke up and thanked her. The small girl nodded smiling widely and then sped away to get off the train. Ginny threw a book she had intended on reading on the way at Marcie and Marcie startled awake with wide eyes.

"Let's go sleepy head. We can sleep at the Burrow." Marcie gave a tired agreement to Ginny's statement and got off the train stumbling for consciousness. They grabbed their trunks from the pile outside the train and then searched through the crowd until there was a familiar face.

Ginny's parents stuck out amongst the families with their shocking resemblance to the rest of their family. Ginny ran toward them, but it only took a few moments to realize that they weren't the only reason she was in such a hurry. She hugged her mother and then smiled at her father before she turned to the boy standing next to both of them with dark hair and a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. There was a long meaningful embrace between the two of them and then they parted with a longing glance. They didn't kiss though. Not when her parents were around.

"Harry," Ginny smiled turning their linked bodies to face their guest, "this is Marcie." Ginny motioned to her and Harry smiled nicely though he sized her up and considered every possibility that could be her past. Hopefully, she didn't notice.

"Please to meet you," Harry extended a hand and gave a friendly greeting though his mind raced with possibilities.

"Well, let's get home. Your brother's should be getting in soon." Molly Weasley's voice buzzed with excitement as she and her husband herded the group from the train station and out to their car.

The trip to the Burrow was much shorter, though the walk up of tons of stairs to Ginny's room wasn't. Marcie dragged her travel suitcase with her and as soon as she finally got it upstairs she sat down on it just to take a break and calm her heart. As she did there was another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. "Mum! It's fine. I'll be right back downstairs for lunch!" His voice was what made Marcie perk up. It was just in time to see George Weasley pass the door. He turned for a moment and froze mid-step. "Marcie?"

"Hi George…"

George set his things down on the steps and moved around the banister of the stairs to stand in the doorway. "Long time no see," a smile slowly grew on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. "What kind of trouble have you been up to?" He wondered with a sly edge coming to his words.

"Other than attempting to get everyone at least one detention before they leave Hogwarts, nothing." Marcie stood up and brushed herself off before taking on a similar position to George's except she had no doorway to support her weight. "Don't worry, your sister is the only one I've spared," Marcie smirked confidently.

"Oh, I'm not worried about it. It'd probably do her good. Everyone needs a little trouble in their life." George moved farther into the room and Marcie took a step back. It continued like that for a few moments.

"You weren't enough trouble?" Marcie asked as her back hit the far wall of the room.

His body curved over hers blocking her in against the wall with nowhere to go. "You know you're worse. You made the Yule Ball interesting." Marcie was about to argue that he was the one that was the bad influence at the ball, but she didn't have time. Mrs. Weasley was screaming up the stairs for him to hurry so that she could see her boy. "Mum! I'll be right there!" He shouted and then turned back to Marcie for a few more moments. "We'll talk later, but you are definitely worse than I am." He winked and was gone.

Marcie sunk down the wall staring up at the ceiling as she took a few calming breaths. "You have no idea," she muttered before pulling herself back to her feet. She put herself back together and then made way down the stairs. George came up behind her as they rounded one corner touching her lower back as if he were leading her. As they reached the last turn she smacked his hand away. "No," she hissed and then found a seat at the kitchen table which was becoming more a more packed with people.

The two Marcie hadn't seen in a long time were Hermione and Ron. They seemed to look at her with almost recognition. They definitely had an idea of who she was. Or at least, that was how Marcie viewed it. "The Triwizard Tournament," Marcie finally said trying to bring that last piece of the puzzle back to their memories.

"Oh yea," Hermione was the first one to speak, "I do remember you." Her words were genuine and she was able to say with truth: "You and George went together after the other girl called it off. You're the girl who spiked the punch." The last comment was a little much since Marcie was really a guest. Her eyes dropped to the table and she picked at the food on her plate in silence.

"I'm sure she wasn't the only one. It was a big party. Everyone was looking for a drink," Ginny said out of the blue and everyone turned to her. "Except me," she tacked on blushing bright red.

"She was definitely the only one," George chuckled.

"George!" Marcie looked up at him angrily and he held his hands up in defense.

"There are no lies at the kitchen table," he claimed and then all the Weasleys took a glance at each other before they laughed together from the irony. "Okay, okay, so maybe there are," George corrected.

It took a few more moments but soon the laughing died down and the family was able to breathe. Marcie seemed to be the only one left out as she continued to pick at her sandwich though her interest with the room had picked back up. Mrs. Weasley looked up from her plate wiping the tears of laughter away before taking on a kind, steady look. "So how old are you dear?" The question was directed toward Marcie.

"Nineteen, Ma'am. I'll be turning twenty in the spring." Mrs. Weasley nodded though she didn't look very convinced. "I took a couple years off of school, Ma'am. I was a year behind George and Fred." With the name, the spirits around the table dropped. "I'm sorry…" Marcie muttered under her breath, pushing her plate away.

"It's quite alright dear," Mrs. Weasley reached over the table to pat Marcie's hand. "It's still very fresh to us though. You'll learn to mind the conversation."

"Yes ma'am," was all Marcie could think to say as she sunk farther into her seat.

The rest of the meal passed by torturously slow and they were left with nothing to say other than dreadfully small, small talk. There was really no subject to stick to because every time one would start, it would drift to silence. Just like its sudden start, it would end. They dismissed themselves as they finished in twos: first the parents, then Hermione and Ron. George and Marcie both went their different ways, so only Ginny and Harry stayed behind to talk to each other for a few normal moments.

Marcie found herself curled onto a cot that had been set up for her and she fell asleep. Her eyes had slowly closed time and time again until she could no longer hold them open. Their heaviness took its way with her, and her mind drifted into oblivion. The darkness was cool and inviting. It kissed her skin, but then dreams overwhelmed her and her past took over the peace leaving her to think about horrible things that had already gone but scarred her mind forever.

When Marcie woke up it was a sudden action. Looking at Ginny's bed, she was asleep. The Potter boy had snuck in and was holding her to his chest. She looked perfectly comfortable. So, with a quiet movement from her bed she morphed into her wolf form which had always been much more capable of silence against creaking floorboards. Marcie escaped the room and then the upstairs quickly.

Before a minute had passed she was on the bottom floor and turning back into a human. Back in her human body, her stomach growled loudly in protest of missing supper. The fridge became very attractive and drew her nearer with every pep talk to herself about how she wasn't hungry. It's light shown on her within the next half an hour and she was left to pick through fresh, unused produce and leftovers. She decided on some cold leftovers that would taste fine without her having to come up with some way to reheat them.

She didn't sit at the table but stayed leaned against the counter with the tub in her hand. She used a fork to stab as the tender noodles and crisp vegetables in the container before shoving them in her mouth hungrily. When the stairs creaked, Marcie looked up immediately to see a read head heading down the stairs. "Of course," she muttered before sticking another forkful in her mouth.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Marcie Blackwood." George moved closer to her and took the container from her. He set it on the counter next to her and made it so there were only a few inches of space between him and her.

"I know you want to believe it, but I'm not here to see you George. I'm here because your sister invited me." Marcie whispered bracing herself on the counter with her hands on its edge. She turned around no matter the lack of space and slid her food back in front of her so that she could continue to eat it.

Before she could get the next bite on her fork his hand moved it away from her and his lips came to her ear. "You missed me a little bit, didn't you?" He wasn't begging for a yes. It was as if he already knew her answer would only be agreement, but he wanted her to say it to him.

His arms snaked around her waist and she turned her head to the side to look at him in her peripheral vision and send her voice his way. "No," Marcie said cruelly allowing him to continued holding onto her waist, but not reveling in like he thought she would. He carefully moved her body back around so that they were facing each other again. He kissed her neck gently and picked her up setting her on the counter. George reached her lips, and Marcie was about to allow it. Somewhere, though, she found her self control and put a finger up that some people used to say "wait." Her word, however, was, "Stop."

There were a few more creaks on the stairs and Marcie pushed him away curling into herself on the counter as Ron paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Well, that's bloody disgusting. It's four in the morning. Go to bed," he grumbled before he grabbed a glass of water and vanished again.

"I'm not sixteen anymore, you can't just woo me into doing this kind of thing," Marcie hissed looking at him with a hard expression. "Plus," she added with a lighter tone, "we're in your parents' home." Marcie hopped off the counter and left everything she had come downstairs to do. She headed outside and changed into her wolf before taking off into the woods for a morning run because, really? What else was there to do at four in the morning?

What's great is that Marcie knew EXACTLY what she was getting into. It's obviously not that big a jump to realize that if she went to Ginny's house for holiday break then her brother's would be there. ALL OF THEM. Hey, but who wants to spend Christmas alone? Not me. I'd go. Of course... I'm also a George fan. DETAILS, who needs 'em. Oh wait, I'm a writer. I need them.

Sincerely,

wisegirlindisguise