Hey, there. Please don't kill me. If you knew my schedule at all, you would understand why I hadn't published anything in so long. The next chapter will be on before April 6th, 2011. So, if you want to get to know Peyton some more, this chapter will help. This chapter is actually quite pointless. Though, it's leading to how she will interfere and how this so called pairing will form. Wow, I tried to make it over 2000 words, and its's almost 3000, so I liked it. I wanted a friendship moment. I am really super proud of this chapter.

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Chapter 4

As the weeks passed by, rumors were passed around about the "new" Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. They were both good and bad. The bad ones were mostly from Draco and gang. I almost called him "Moony" in class one as I recall. I was quite jumpy that night at supper.

Though it was hard, I actually got used to Hogwarts as my school and as a second home. Although at times during meals Dumbledore would occasionally catch my eye, and give me a look. It was like he knew something. After the fifth day of this, I asked the twins about it.

"Hey Fred," I started, "what's with Dumbledore's looks? It's like he knows something I don't… about myself."

To this, both twins chuckled lightly. "Don't mind that old bloke, Miller. He looks at everyone like that. You'll get used to it after a while." George answered.

I found out in the books, where Fred and George are hardly able to be told apart even by their own mother, it's also the case in reality, or whatever this is. Everyone seems to be fooled by the old, "Excuse me, but I'm George" trick. All that is, except for me. When they tried to put that old joke on me, I shrugged it off by saying, "Nice try, George, but you call me Miller, and Freddie over here calls me Peyton. You can't fool me." But there was something up with why I could tell them apart. One was more, attractive, than the other? What?

What these twins didn't know, is that I also was a bit of a prankster. I used to pull them on my step-brother, Patrick, all the time. On my second Monday night at Hogwarts, twins attempted to welcome me. They told me to meet them after supper in an old classroom and they charmed the room so that once you step into it, you are immediately defying gravity. But I can smell a prank a mile away, so once I got to the classroom, I faked a surprised gasp. The boys proceeded to come out of their hiding places to rub it in my face, but since the charm was only meant for one, Fred ended up in the air instead. From then on, I was officially declared their best friend. But not only that, they told me their fall prank was definitely involving me. I gladly accepted. Who would pass up a good prank?

Well, anyways. You know how we muggles always complain about the ridiculous amount of homework we get? Stop complaining, seriously. We wizards almost get three times as much. It's a bit of a bitch, and I can see why Ron and Harry were putting it off. Not only that, but I can also tell why Hermione nagged them to do their work. It made sense to get the work of the way. So in the common room, it was my turn to be Hermione while the two boys sit across me, working on their future joke shop.

"You know, you really should get started on our work." I smiled, sitting across at a table in the Gryffindor common room.

"We are working," Fred smirked.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with the smart arse answer?" I asked shaking my head at them.

"Don't blame us, you set yourself up. Also, it would be a crime to pass up a joke." George started explaining.

"Especially the ones where they set up the jokes themselves." Fred finished.

I sighed. "You have a good point, there. Except that was not what I was getting at. I meant school work. This is the work that leads to your joke shop." I Hermione-ed it out for them.

"Peyton, we never actually told anyone about that. How'd you know?" George asked, giving his twin brother a worried look.

I mentally face palmed myself, and looked down around the empty common room. The Joke Shop was supposed to be a surprise in about Harry's fifth year, and it's his third. The room suddenly had gone from a comfortable silence to an awkward and empty space waiting for something to happen. I started to panic when I noticed the twins' title on their parchment.

"Well, let's see. Your title helped, just a tad," I shrugged off the silence.

George looked down at the parchment and snorted, while his twin looked at me... with this strange look on his face. "You little sneak. Creeping over our shoulders at our work?" he laughed.

I laughed and replied with what I say after my step dad asks me if I pulled yet another prank at school. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Hey, I was curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat," Fred started.

"Fred, I was thinking exactly the same thing."

I checked the time, and it was after midnight. "We should get to bed. We have a test in Lupin's class tomorrow afternoon." I stated.

George smirked, "Your point, Miller?"

"Oh, no point. I guess it would be fun to see howler if you failed from one of your parents. I've never seen one before. Anyway, it's your choice, which leads to your grades, which leads to an angry mum to face at Christmas break, or at breakfast next week."

At the thought of this, Fred and George looked at each other with mock fear. Then I saw realization in their faces. An angry Molly Weasley? Probably not something you want to face.

"Goodnight, mate," George ran pass me, brushing his shoulder against mine along the way.

After taking a moment to gather up their papers, Fred took a look at me and said, "Night, newbie," and ran up to their dorm. Before I knew it I was blushing wildly as my hand flew up to my cheek. It was warm.

At breakfast the next morning I was still blushing just a bit. Hermione decided to sit down next to me, with Ron beside her. She gave me a questioning look and pointed out my flushed cheeks. I simply just brushed it off. I looked behind me at the Slytherin table, where Draco was rubbing his newly hurt arm. "He's really rubbing it in, isn't he?" I asked, starting conversation.

"That's Malfoy for you," Ron explained roughly.

I checked my watch. Where I lived, I would've had my first day of my second year of high school. And my step-brother's second year at St. Mother Teresa Elementary school, where his friends love listening to his heavy British accent. Except I'm not at school, somehow where I should be texting my best friend to meet me. He will be ticked when I don't show up. Darren is completely into the Harry Potter series the one who made me start reading the books. If he knew where I was, he'd tell me to pick him up in Ron's Angela Ford.

Except I can't. I don't know how I even got into this mess.

Abruptly, there was a Ravenclaw shouting, "The owls are coming in!" I and everybody else looked up to see as sight you might never get a chance to see unless you watch Philosopher's Stone in 3D. Owls of all sorts of colors and sizes flew over the tables with packages landing softly in the owners hands. The funny thing is, I expected the background music from the movie. Fred got his mail sitting across me, so I grabbed his copy of the Daily Prophet for something to read. As I took my first look at the paper, some small print of words caught my eye beneath the enormous title. October 6th, 1993. I did a double take, twice. That couldn't be possible, that was two years before I was even born. My step-brother definitely wasn't born yet, he's only ten years old. He's supposedly born in eight years. Yet, Harry's childhood WAS in the 90's and 80's, otherwise I'd be chilling with Teddy Lupin.

"So, Peyton, why did you come to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, eating her eggs.

"My parents lived in Canada for the last ten years because they wanted to teach magic to me themselves, only it got a little out of hand last year." Yeah, that's why. It works.

"Do you have any sisters or brothers?" Ron asked. I laughed to myself. Only a Weasley could ask that question.

"Yep, a brother. He's eleven," I started but then stopped myself. If he's eleven turning twelve, then he should be with the first years. When that thought went through my mind, Fred seemed to have read it.

"If he's eleven then why doesn't he go to school with the first years?" Fred asked. Everyone around me had a concerned look on their faces. I suddenly got an idea when I saw Filch walk by the Gryffindor table with his usual stern look.

I avoided everyone's eyes I could. "Um, he's a squib. He goes to school with Muggles." The table went quiet and everyone started to give me looks of remorse. I avoided everyone's eyes, especially the bright blue ones sitting across from me. I don't need looks of concern about something that wasn't true. Somehow, I needed to break the silence. As I took eggs from the center of the table I asked, "Hey George, so do you have any more siblings besides your twin, ickle Ronnie-kinns over here, and Perfect Percy, and little Ginerva?"

To this, Fred replied for his twin, "Yes, why yes we do. Bill, he's the oldest. He can never really tie himself to one girl. We guess he's sort of destined to be a bachelor to the grave. And, then there's Charlie. He studies dragons in Romania. That's basically it. Our dad is really into muggles, and studies them night and day. Our mum is strict and quite rabid. At the same time, she's the ultimate stay at home mum."

"Rabid?" I asked, looking forward to how someone could explain the strict side of .

Everyone nodded. Ron's ears were red from me calling him his brother's nickname. "Lets just say, you don't want to see her mad." Everybody laughed in agreement.

"I've heard the famous story, Harry. Or should say, Boy Who Lived? Do you like, live with your aunt and uncle?" I faked questioned. It's quite fun to pretend you don't know something and play dumb for a while.

Harry took a deep breath in and explained, "Yes, I live with my aunt, uncle and cousin. Should be a good experience, right?"

I nodded, even though we all know it's not true, even the new girl.

"Wrong. My aunt thinks my mum and dad were freaks, so they say the same about me. They threatened to give me absolutely no food for a full week if I did any funny business which I didn't found out until I was eleven, it was magic. Magic I couldn't even control."

"Wow, that's harsh." I said uncomfortably. What do you say after you supposedly learn one of your friends was starved by his guardians when growing up? "Hermione, you were raised by muggles, right?"

Next to me, Hermione answered, "Yup, I was raised by dentists."

I nodded. Meanwhile the Weasleys all looked at each other puzzled. What's a 'dentist'?"

There was a sullen silence until my stomach reminded me very loudly to eat. Right when the Great Hall goes silent for a moment. Yeah, God's out to get me.

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Classes were all over the place as usual. Snape was a bastard, Binns was dull, and Lupin basically made my day. After supper, I caught George and Fred while working on their Weasley's Wheezes again. Well, they asked me a question. And, I may have helped them…

"Miller! Come here. We may need your pranking genius." George called, while Fred was bent over the piece of parchment.

"You rang?" I sweetly asked, putting my innocent smile on. Not that I needed anything to be innocent about, I had just walked through the Fat Lady portrait after a walk with Angelina.

"Yes, I did. I never though I'd ask this, but do you have any ideas for our joke shop?" George asked ginger hair messy. It was a little clear they were stressing for a new idea. Though I didn't just want to tell them straight up, 'Puking pistils,' so, I helped them.

I first looked around the crowded room, and took in the scene before me before turning to the twins to tell them my 'idea.'

Before me, was group ages varied from age eleven to age eighteen. Every single one of them doing something in their character. I looked towards Hermione, Harry and Ron. Hermione was starting to fuss about something, and Ron's ears turned bright red as he fought back. Harry, still sitting on the trios couch while the fighting pair was by the fire, did a dramatic face palm. I switched over to couches in the center of the common room. Alicia was flirting wildly with Oliver, while he stayed completely unaware of it, telling his pals his plans for the next Quidditch game. The twins recently wanted me to join, but my heart would've been pumping far too fast and I would've been focusing on not trying to DIE.

I then proceeded to tell them. "Okay, so what do students want to the most during class?"

Behind me, Percy interrupted what Fred was about to say with; "Learn, obviously."

I turned to look up at him with the most incredulous look on my face that I could come up with. I know Percy is supposedly written that way, but I couldn't help but think he was really annoying, and only in that sentence. And I also felt a little offended, as he spoke to me like he was speaking to a toddler. Okay, first, I only do homework so I have options after I finish school. Not to learn. That's just overrated. Second, I don't remember speaking to you. Go patrol with your girlfriend, or something. Thank-you, good-bye, and good night." I stated, using my 'go away' voice I used with my step-brother.

When I turned to face the twins, they both had surprised looks on their faces. "What?"

"Peyton, Peyton, Peyton. You've been holding out on us. We didn't know you had it in you." Fred told me, shaking his head jokingly.

"Then you underestimate me," I stated. "Now answer the dang question. Would you like to hear my idea, or not?"

"Okay, George, what do students want to do the most during class?" asked Fred, turning to face his twin brother.

George mockingly held his chin while thinking about it. "I don't know, Fred. Usually when I'm in class, I just want to leave."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Exactly. So why don't you make something that once you eat one half of the candy, you get a rough nose bleed, or start puking instantly. But after dismissed from class to the Hospital wing, you eat the other half of the candy and stop whatever is started."

As I continued to explain my 'brilliant idea' I could see the hamsters running faster and faster in their comedic genius minds. "That's perfect! We could make them for chicken pots, fever… Peyton, you're genius!" George excitedly claimed before kissing me hurriedly on the cheek and running up to his dorm to discuss the matter more with Fred.

Fred took a moment to gather up his stuff. He then came up to me, his excitement obvious as his ginger hair. "Peyton, I could kiss you." I kissed my other cheek and ran up the stairs.

The room was silent for a small bit, everyone watching the new girl who had just some how made the jokers excited.

"Okay, carry on with your own exciting lives. I'm not here for your entertainment."

Since I haven't got a chance to speak to the main three characters of Jo's fantastic world, I thought to maybe see which point of the book we are now.

"What are you three up to?"

"Hermione's pig with hair is trying to eat Scabbers." Ronald complained, looking at the cat in Hermione's lap with great dislike.

"What exactly did you tell them?" Harry wondered, looking towards the stairs.

"A new idea," I replied.

Ron sighed. "Peyton, don't tell them ideas. They do experiments during the summer, at night, right above my bedroom."

I shrugged. "Sorry, Ronnie. You should've warned me."

Hermione, still ticked started yet another argument. "And for the record, Ronald, you should learn how take better care of your pets."

After they both stood up by the fire, I took a moment to sit down next to Harry. "Wow, they flirt a lot." I whispered.

Harry chuckled, "You haven't seen the half of it. And your face is really red."

"Shush. Did I ask you if my face was red? No. I don't think I did. So what happened today? Anything special?"

Harry turned away from the fighting friends to face me. He looked as if he was figuring out how to put what he wanted to say into words.

"Well, today In Defense against the Dark Arts, we faced boggarts, and when I faced mine, I thought I would face Voldemort." Harry waited for me to flinch at the name he had just spoken. To his surprise, I didn't. "Instead, I faced a dementor. Ron faced a spider of course, but I don't know why I faced the dementor." Harry shrugged, suddenly confused.

"It means you fear nothing but fear itself. Have you thought about asking Professor Lupin? He could probably help you. He is the teacher." I told him, trying not to take the moment away from the story where Harry asks Lupin how to fight against a dementor. Not only that, but they get a bit close.

Harry thought about it, and then he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks, Peyton."

I smiled, understanding why he is troubled throught his life. "No problem. If you need help, you can come to me."

Ooh, ooh! Dedicated to KGB, she was super stoked for this chapter.