I'M BACK!
Hello guys! I'm so happy to finally be back, and to share with you the continuation of Addy's adventures.
Sorry it took so long. With work and school, it's been hectic for me.
This second volume should be very interesting - we're now in the Order of the Phoenix era, which is one of my favorites (Umbridge! DA! Fireworks!).
I am having a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you'll have as much fun reading it.
Here's the first chapter. It is longer than usual - here's why. I usually write shorter chapters, but I realized that I would have way too many of them for this volume (and I wanted to keep it around 30 chapters), so I decided to combine chapters and publish longer ones. Let me know if you prefer this format, or more shorter chapters.
Anyway, I hope you like it. PLEASE review and tell me what you think! I love hearing from you.
Thank you a million times for your support. It means the world to me.

Enjoy! x

Ps: I first published this on Tuesday but I think it didn't work properly, for some unknown reason. I hope it will be all right this time!

wildest dreams
VOLUME II

CHAPTER ONE

The sky was a pale grey color when the distinct sound of three knocks on the front door echoed in the flat. I lifted my head from my book, unable to stop a grin from spreading on my face.

It had just finished raining. My day had been dull and lonely – like the last few had also been. My uncle had left for his recording studio in Ireland at the beginning of the week. I had planned on going straight to the Burrow after his departure, but when I apparated there to surprise the Weasleys, I had only found an empty house. That had been quite something to see. I had never seen the Burrow empty. So, I wrote a panicked letter to George, who quickly replied, reassuring me that everyone was safe and healthy – only, he could not tell me where they all were, but that now that I was back in England, he would come and get me soon.

So, for the last forty-eight hours, I had been waiting, pacing around the empty, quiet flat of my uncle in the middle of London. It had been a busy July – I travelled across South America with my uncle for three weeks – and I had had a lot of fun, and seen extraordinary things, but now I was getting restless. I really couldn't wait to see the twins again.

So, as soon as I heard the knocks, I threw my book across the room, sprang up from the couch and ran to the door, my heart racing. I opened the door and jumped in the arms of my two best friends, shrieking of excitement at the sight of their familiar ginger hair and matching blue and purple shirts.

"I missed you guys so much!" I said, hugging them tightly.

"Us too, Addy," said the first.

"But you're strangling us," chuckled the other.

I let out a laugh before taking a step back, letting them in the flat. It was only when we all got to the living room that I took a good look at them. I noticed they had cut their hair – which was not a bad thing, if you asked me. I shook my head.

"If you two keep getting taller, I'm going to need a bloody ladder to be able to look at you in the eyes!" I smiled.

"Or you could just stop getting shorter," shrugged Fred.

I gave him a nudge on the arm, smirking. As much as I loved my uncle, and his band, nothing for me beat the company of the twins. I was just so happy to have them close again – they made me feel so free, and invincible, and… loved.

I turned my eyes to George, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He was smiling at me, the way only he could smile at me. I nearly sighed. How I had missed that handsome face.

"Hey, you," he said.

"Hey, yourself," I answered, unable to stop smiling, blushing like a child.

Fred cleared his throat, obviously feeling that he was intruding.

"I'm gonna go get myself a cuppa," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Tea's in the top cabinet," I answered vaguely.

As soon as he was out of sight, George took a step towards me and kissed me fully on the lips. The feeling of him so close, kissing me deep, simply swept me off my feet. I had almost forgotten how amazing that felt – we had been apart for nearly three months, after all, and I had missed him badly. But, oh, did it feel worth the wait now.

"I had missed that," I said when we finally broke the kiss, both breathless.

"I didn't," he replied, a smirk on his lips, stroking my hair.

"Still a bloody idiot, I see."

We shared a laugh, and we kissed again. I wrapped my hands around his waist to pull him close, settling my head on his chest.

"I'm only joking. I missed you. You look beautiful – but…"

"But what?" I blurted out, looking up at him with a frown.

"Am I going mental or is your hair paler?"

I couldn't help it – I bursted out laughing.

"It's because of the sun," I explained. "You know, that big, yellow thing we don't have in England?"

"Oh ! Yeah, rings a bell."

I chuckled.

"You'll have to tell me everything about your trip."

"Don't worry, I will. My uncle brought a camera, so I have a ton of photos to show you –"

"Now, are you two lovebirds finished?" Fred called from the kitchen. "I really don't want to vomit in this delicious cup of tea – by the way, Addy, does your uncle have anything else than Irish Breakfast?"

"No, he doesn't," I answered. "And you can come back, it's safe."

There was suddenly a loud crack. Then, Fred appeared right in front of us, sipping his tea. I nearly screamed out of surprise.

"Bloody hell, Fred!" I hissed.

"What?" he shrugged.

I breathed out, trying to calm my heart who was pounding in my chest. I looked up at George, who was smiling in amusement.

"You didn't think of making me one?" he said, staring at his brother.

"It's in the kitchen."

George then disappeared from around my arms and reappeared in the blink of an eye, now with a hot cup of tea in his hands. I rolled my eyes at the smirks on their faces.

"I see you've passed your Apparition tests," I said.

"With mention," they said in unison.

"Didn't you do yours?" asked George.

"Er…"

They stared at me. I bit my lip, looking down at the floor.

"You didn't do it?!" exclaimed Fred.

"I was too scared!" I cried out.

"Addy!" they both said.

I sighed, shaking my head. Of course, they would ask me that. I remembered last year, at Hogwarts, when we were all having our Apparition lessons – Fred and George always seemed to have the time of their lives. Not me – I was constantly afraid of leaving a limb behind. I had practiced a lot, and I had gotten quite good at it, but when it had been time to do the actual test, I simply couldn't do it.

"Don't 'Addy' me!" I said. "I'm not as good as you two are!"

"I thought you had been practicing," said George.

"I had ! I just – I dunno, I wasn't sure…" I said miserably.

Fred kept staring at me like I was mental, but George took a step towards me and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Don't fret, gorgeous," he said. "We'll practice some more, and then we'll go with you and you can take the test before the end of the summer."

Fred nodded frenetically. I sighed – I wasn't really excited at the idea, but I knew I wouldn't be able to escape it if the twins put their mind to it. And now that I saw them apparating like they did, it kind of made me want to be able to do the same.

After I grabbed myself a cup of tea, we sat down in the living room. They wanted to know about South America – but I was more anxious to know why the Weasleys weren't at the Burrow.

"Now, will you tell me what all that bloody mystery is about? Why aren't you staying at the Burrow?"

Fred and George exchanged a look.

"We can't really tell you until we get there," said George.

"Get where?" I asked.

"The place," said Fred.

"What place?"

"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?"

"That's because you aren't giving me any bloody answers!"

"You'll see, Addy. We just have to show you."

"Yeah, we should go. Dinner's going to be ready soon."

Confused, but feeling quite excited and curious, I washed the three cups of tea with a flick of my wand and ran to my room to get my stuff. After rolling my ridiculously heavy Hogwarts trunk in the living room, I slipped my backpack on my shoulders and made sure the flat was locked and that all the lights were off.

"Ready?" asked the twins as they each took one of my hands in theirs.

I nodded, smiling. I was more than ready.

I looked around me, and frowned. We had apparated in the middle of a empty street – behind us was a small park with a few benches, where I could see an old man reading a newspaper – and in front of us, residential buildings. It was very quiet, and very damp from the earlier rain. I noticed that some of the houses in front of us had broken windows. It was not a very reassuring place.

"Where are we, exactly? Are we still in London?" I asked.

"Borough of Islington," nodded Fred.

"And what are we doing in the Borough of Islington?"

"Just read this," said George.

He handed me a small piece of parchment, and I took it, intrigued. I read the short sentence, arching an eyebrow.

"What does that even mean? Grimmauld Place, is that here? And what's the Order of the –"

"Just look up, Adds," chuckled George.

Frowning, I looked up from the parchment. When a door popped up from nowhere between houses 11 and 13, I gasped. Walls and windows followed, and soon there was a whole house there, pushing the others in the process. I could only stare in awe.

"Blimey," I whispered.

"Pretty impressive, eh?" said Fred.

He then snatched the parchment from my fingers and set it on fire. I was speechless – so I only walked towards the house, looking at it in wonder. It looked very old – and like no one had been living there for a while.

"Whose house is that?"

"We'll tell you inside. C'mon," said Fred.

After he tapped once on it with his wand, he opened the front door, who let out a small shriek. I followed him inside – and the first thing I noticed, other than the fact that it was very dark, was the smell.

"Ugh! It smells like someone bloody died in here!" I muttered.

"Someone probably did," said George, closing the door behind him.

"Yes, that wouldn't be very surprising," nodded Fred. "C'mon, this way."

Leaving my trunk at the door, Fred led the way through the narrow corridor. The walls were covered in a dusty wallpaper that peeled off in a few places – and we passed what looked like a painting, but that was hidden behind curtains.

"What's under –"

"Shh!"

I raised an eyebrow as I turned to the twins. Both were staring at me with wide eyes, a finger in front of their lips.

"What?" I whispered.

"Best not to talk too loud around here," whispered George back.

"Why?"

"It'll wake her up."

"Wake up who?"

Fred pointed the hidden painting. I frowned, but he muttered something that looked like 'we'll explain later' and kept on walking. Shaking my head, my tongue burning with a hundred questions, I followed him. We finally arrived in front of a door, and next to a staircase. I let out a small gasp.

"Bloody Merlin – are those House-elves heads?"

The twins did not have time to answer as the door in front of us opened to a familiar face.

"Addy, you're here!"

"Molly!"

I grinned as the red-haired woman hugged me tightly.

"How was your summer, darling?" she asked.

"Good, really good, thank you," I smiled.

"I'm sorry we weren't at the Burrow to welcome you. It's been a little hectic around here."

"That's all right. I'm just glad everyone's safe."

"Hello, Addy."

I smiled at Bill, who had appeared behind Molly, his famous fang glistening at his ear.

"Bill! I thought you were in Egypt!"

"No, I got here during the summer. Got a job at Gringotts."

"Really? Are you –"

"All right, good catch up!" suddenly let out Fred behind me. "C'mon Addy, we'll show you upstairs."

I wanted to ask Bill more questions about his new job, but I felt George taking my hand and slowly pulling me towards the stairs. I shook my head, giving Bill an apologetic smile.

"Don't wander off too far, you three," said Molly. "Dinner will be ready soon."

"Thank you, Molly!" I said before following the twins up the stairs.

"Our room's on the third floor," said Fred as we went up.

The house was very quiet, and it seemed like the higher we went, the dustier it was.

"This house is going to need a good clean-up," I muttered.

"Don't say that in front of Mum," chuckled George.

"She's already going mental about it. Wants us to clean everything. It's been hell."

We got to the third floor, and Fred opened the first door on the left – which I assumed was their room. I entered, looking around. The wallpaper was a pale green color, and the carpets were so old we could barely see the patterns on them anymore.

"Cozy," I said, sitting down on one of the beds. "So you've been here all summer?"

"Almost," nodded Fred.

"So who's here? You, Molly, Arthur, Bill – and Ron and Ginny, I reckon?"

The twins nodded.

"And Hermione," added Fred.

"And Sirius, of course."

I frowned.

"Sirius? Sirius Black, you mean?"

The twins nodded again. I stared back at them.

"It's his house," explained George. "Well, his family's house."

"They've been using it as the headquarters for the Order, because it's got all those spells and safelocks that protects it – it can't be found if you don't know where it is."

"And what is that – the Order of the Phoenix?"

"It's a secret society, founded by Dumbledore ages ago."

"They created it during the First War against You-Know-Who, to find a way to destroy him. And now they're back at it."

I hadn't been expecting all of this – but I couldn't say I was surprised. After all, everyone knew You-Know-Who was back. Not everyone believed it, but those people were complete nutters, if you asked me. I remembered the look on Harry's face last year. There was no way in hell he was lying.

"Woah," I let out. "So who's a part of it?"

"Lots of people, really," shrugged Fred.

"There's Mum and Dad, Bill, Sirius…

"…Professor Lupin…"

"…Mad-Eye Moody…"

"Tonks –"

"Tonks? Who's that?" I asked.

Fred and George grinned.

"She's an Auror. She learned under Mad-Eye, and all," said George.

"She's a metamorphmagus, too. You'll have to ask her to show you her duck impression. Quite brilliant."

"She went to Hogwarts with Charlie – she was in Hufflepuff, but he remembered her. We'll have to tell you some of the stuff he told us she did – she's hilarious."

I smiled. I couldn't wait to meet her.

"Is Charlie here?" I asked.

"Na, he's still in Romania," said George. "Dumbledore asked him to try and get as many foreign wizards as possible to help the cause."

Fred and George spent the next hour bringing me up to date about everything that had happened – how Snape was part of the Order, how Harry was still in the dark about everything, how Percy had acted like a real git, and how Molly kept refusing to let the twins – or anyone – join the Order.

"Maybe you can convince her," sighed Fred.

"I don't think anyone can convince Molly of anything once her mind's set," I chuckled. "So how do you know everything about what's happening if you can't go to the meetings?"

The twins grinned, and I immediately understood.

"Bloody hell! With all this, I was forgetting about them! Show them to me, c'mon!"

The twins had been telling me about their new Extendable Ears all summer, and I was really excited to finally see and try them. We therefore spent the rest of the time before dinner looking at everything they had worked on. The Snackboxes were nearly done – they were only missing a few ingredients to complete them. The twins had already worked out how they would sell them at Hogwarts, and talked to me about how they were thinking of hiring students to test their products on. As always, I was amazed at how creative, determined and smart they were about their business. I knew how important it was to them, but I was really excited to see it grow, and slowly become something real. Soon enough, Weasley Wizard Wheezes would be famous all around England, I was sure of it.