Truth and Lies
Fred and George went up the stairs with their eldest sibling, who, she noticed, looked very different from the others, with his ponytail and tooth earring. Their departure left Billie alone with a tall and somewhat lanky youthful boy and an older, freckle faced man, both of whom were eyeing her curiously.
"Won't you sit?" the freckly one asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside Billie. She nodded and slowly took the seat. She wished that she knew what was being said between Fred, George and the punkish man; she focused hard on them, hoping that she would be able to pick up some of their conversation.
"So, you're Billie right?" The younger boy asked, interrupting Billie's thoughts, "I'm Ron, it's nice to meet you." He held out his hand and Billie shook it.
"And I'm Charlie," Charlie and Billie also shook hands.
"So…" Ron began, sighing heavily, "you said you go to Fred's school, what's that like?" It was clear he was just attempting to make small talk.
Billie cleared her throat, "um, fine I guess. You know, if I could just talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I could be going…"
Charlie laughed, "you don't need to be in such a hurry, you just got here. You ought to stay for dinner." He smiled warmly.
"Are you sure that your family won't mind?" Billie asked, she didn't want to leave until she got what she came there for. In her Spanish class that day, she began daydreaming, she dreamt of this place, this house, and she felt that there was danger here; she felt it was her duty to help and to warn those in danger. She didn't know what compelled her to feel such feelings, but she still felt needed, and she couldn't give up before she could discover just what she needed to do. She also felt that there was a connection between this place and herself. She desperately wanted to know more, so instead of hightailing out of there as she half-wanted to, Billie hoped to stay.
"Of course we'd love you to stay for dinner!" a happy plump woman, who, of course, had strawberry red hair, grinned enthusiastically as she came bustling down the stairs. Fred, George, the long haired boy, and four others that she had not yet met trailed after her.
"Hello, Billie, I'm Molly Weasley," Mrs. Weasley caught Billie off guard with a hug. "I think you've met a few of my sons, this is Bill," the punk guy smiled at Billie, "and this is Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and my husband, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley continued, gesturing to each consecutive person as she introduced them.
Billie nodded, "hi."
Mrs. Weasley then disappeared behind another door, and fred and george took that opportunity to capture the seats on either side of Billie.
Billie sank down into her seat when the oldest weasley greeted her, according to Mrs. Weasley he was her husband, Arthur, "Hello Billie! It's so nice to meet friends from fred's new school! I look forward to hearing about that what-did-you-call-it, oh, yes, curriculum!" Mr. Weasley boomed at her.
Billie nodded, "yes, um, Mr. Naltu wanted me to tell you about all the school's extracurriculars and whatnots that could help with fred's college transcript."
"College?" Mr. Weasley questioned as he took his seat at the head of the table, "I don't believe I've heard of college."
Billie's eyes widened, "you haven't?" Though she thought that that was a little strange, she let out a laugh, "I wish I hadn't!"
Mr. Weasley smiled, "what is it, then?"
Throughout dinner Billie enlightened the Weasleys on subjects that they ought to have known about, but honestly, the fact that they didn't know about them stopped surprising Billie after the college topic. This family didn't seem normal in the least, and she could tell that there was something else about them, something big, that she hadn't quite yet put her finger on.
After dinner Mrs. Weasley insisted that the kids go upstairs while the adults had coffee in the kitchen. Billie followed the twins up what seemed like a never ending flight of stairs, and finally, some seven stories later, they arrived at a landing with three doors, two across the hall from one other. One of the twins opened up a door to the closest room, and conducted Billie into it. There were two twin beds with a small walking space between them and a beaten dresser. The room was incredibly bland. There was hardly any color, except the red comforters on the beds, the walls were completely bare.
"Well, this is our room." The twin Billie thought was George said whilst taking a seat on the farthest bed.
Billie eyed the room and the twins curiously, "it's…nice…"
She thought she saw Fred and George exchange glances.
Fred now was sitting on the other bed, "make yourself comfortable." He patted the bed beside him. Billie obeyed and parked herself on the end of Fred's mattress.
The group sat in silence for a few moments before Fred began, "So, why are you really here?"
Billie raised her head to meet Fred's eyes, "Like I said, Mr. Naltu…" Billie's voice didn't sound convincing, even to her.
Both twins shot her skeptical looks, "You can't fool us, Billie," George smirked, "we're pros."
Billie simply shook her head, it was completely obvious her story was fabricated, but she found herself unable to come up with a more convincing lie.
"Why's not the only question," Fred mused, "how?"
"What do you mean?" Billie questioned.
"I mean, how did you find us? I'm quite certain that the headmaster is unaware of the whereabouts of my home."
Billie dodged the question, "why doesn't the headmaster know your address?"
George laughed, "no reason, no reason…we forgot to give it to him, that is all!" He laughing hysterically now, and Fred joined in, leaving Billie confused and bewildered.
"Billie," Fred started after he'd completed his fit of laughter, "you're at my house, right? my house that no one in your world knows about. This is weird, there are simply too many secrets, and in a time like this, everyone is a suspect until cleared. I'm sorry, but if you won't tell us why you're here, and more importantly, how you found us, I'm just going to have to extract that information against your will; no matter what we will find the answers." Billie found his comments threatening, but Fred said everything cheerfully and with a smile on his face.
Billie had no idea what Fred was talking about, for the most part, but she knew that despite his threat, she wasn't afraid of them. She was more afraid of them finding out what she could do. "And just how do you plan on doing that?"
George then bent down beside the bed and extracted a small briefcase from under it. She heard it click as George opened it, and she saw George's hand disappear inside it before he extracted something so tiny that it fit in his closed fist.
"This," he said, opening his hand to reveal a small vial filled with a white powdery substance, "is memory dust."
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"Memory dust? What is that? Some sort of drug?" Billie asked, appalled.
Fred laughed, "what's a drug?"
Billie rolled her eyes, it so figured that these people had no idea what drugs were. "What's the white stuff?"
"Ah," George started, taking a seat beside Billie, "this will make you forget your whole encounter with us. Well, at least since you met Fred at school."
Billie laughed, "and that, my friends, is what we call a drug."
George ignored her comment, "So, seriously, just tell us how and why you're here."
"And then you can go home and forget this ever happened," fred added, cheerfully.
"Well, firstly, since I'm going to forget this whole conversation, tell me who you people are, what you people are. You're obviously not normal, but I think it extends beyond that! I mean, those flying pots and pans..."
"Oh, you saw that!" George smirked, "that was just mum cooking, she's a witch, and we're wizards."
Billie rolled her eyes, "witches and wizards? I was thinking more along the line of aliens…"
"Nope, completely human here." Fred and George seemed a little surprised by Billie's lack of shock when she found out what they were.
"That answers one question, what you are, now, who are you?"
"We didn't lie about that, we really are who we say we are." George answered.
"And are there a lot of people like you, witches and wizards?" Billie pressed on.
"There is a whole world of people like us."
Billie pondered this for a moment, "if there's a whole world of you, how is it that no one knows about witches and wizards?"
"The ministry of magic deals with all of that, and of course, all magical beings must keep the secret from muggles."
"What are muggles? Didn't you call me one earlier?" Billie queried.
"A muggle is a non-magic person, like you."
Billie laughed before abruptly fake-coughing, in order to hide her slip up. She was definitely not a muggle. Unfortunately, the twins noticed her blunder.
"Alright, we've answered your questions and now it's your turn. Why are you here?"
Billie simply leaned back and rested on her elbows, "wouldn't you like to know."
"Fred," George groaned, turning to his twin, "we really need to get some Veritaserum, this one is about as closed as a book in the restricted section."
"Come on," Fred pleaded, "we told you what you wanted to hear."
"Yea?" Billie remarked sarcastically, "I'll give you some answers when you give me some of that powdery stuff so I can pour it down your throat."
Fred grinned, "good one, but you don't eat memory dust, we just sprinkle it over you. It's completely painless."
"That makes me feel so much better."
"Seriously, Billie, we promised Bill that we wouldn't let you leave until we found out these things. You see, there are some evil forces at work, and we really can't take the risk of having had someone we don't know so close to our family."
Billie considered his words, "so, you'll hold me here against my will?"
"If it is necessary, yes."
"I'll tell you everything, if you promise not to use the memory dust."
Fred and George exchanged glances, "you'll keep our secret?" Fred asked.
Billie nodded. "Alright then, no memory dust."
Billie yawned, "honestly, I really don't know why I'm here."
Fred and George shot Billie looks of skepticism, "that's believable." George's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm serious, there's no lie here."
"We've given you everything you've asked for, now, we're afraid, we must bring in reinforcements." George then stood and left the room, leaving Fred alone with Billie.
"What're you gonna do now?" Billie groaned, "gah, I shouldn't have come."
"Why did you come?" Fred halfheartedly asked, obviously not expecting an answer as he began staring at his shoes.
"I felt like I had to. It was just this gut feeling, I get those pretty often… and by the way, I'm not a muggle."
Fred looked up at Billie, a glimmer in his eye, "what?"
George and Bill then burst in the room, Bill was sporting a long brown wooden stick, "Legimens" Bill muttered, pointing the stick at Billie.
Billie then felt an odd tingling sensation all over her body, then her right hand began to become very warm. She felt something forming in her hand, it was growing increasingly hot, then, after a few moments, her hand cooled and she was grasping a small smooth rock.
"What the hell did you just do?!" Billie yelped, tossing the rock across the room. The Weasleys looked about as shocked as Billie did.
"No," Bill's eyes narrowed at Billie, "what did you do?"
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