Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

Thanks for those who have marked this as one of your favorite story and/or have marked me as one of your favorite authors. It honestly means a lot to me. I have a very important question at the end of this chapter that I need you, my lovely readers, to answer for me.

Sarah's POV

"Sarah, wake up."

"Wake up, Sarah-doll."

"We've got a big day ahead of us."

"It's our big day."

My eyes sprang open at George's comment. "It's Halloween?"

Fred and George, who were propped up on their elbows, smiled and nodded. A grin spread across my chapped lips. I couldn't believe it. It was Halloween! I guess I was so wrapped up in the events of the past few weeks that I hadn't realized that one of the most important days of the year was here.

"It's Halloween," I whispered.

"It's Halloween," Fred sat up.

George did the same, "Do you know what else today is?"

"Do you know why today is so important?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Five years ago, I was a first year who found friendship with two red-haired boys, who just so happened to be twins."

They smiled, "And?"

"Not only did those twins show me the ropes at Hogwarts, but they also helped me have fun."

"Go on."

"One Halloween, five years ago mind you, those twins decided that they could trust me enough to have me help out with a prank."

"Did you accept?" Fred and George each raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," I sat up. "I helped those twins. From that day on, we were known as the Trick Triplets and-"

"-Every Halloween is known as our anniversary." They finished.

Fred kissed my cheek, "Happy anniversary, Prank Princess."

"Happy anniversary," George kissed my other cheek. "Sarah-doll."

"Thank you boys," I felt my cheeks redden. "Now, if you don't mind, please leave. I have to get ready. It's Saturday."

"So?" Fred got out of bed.

"So, today is a trip to Hogsmeade. Remember?"

"We completely forgot," George got out of bed.

Fred gathered his clothes, "Yeah, we totally don't have a surprise planned for you."

"No surprise at all," George followed suit.

They both gave me a wink and left my room, shutting the door behind them. I carefully got out of bed and immediately went to the bathroom. After using the loo, I stood in front of the mirror, turned to the side, and looked at my stomach. Nope, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The small pooch that I'd had since the middle of second year when I'd hit puberty was still there. I rested my hand across my stomach and let out a sigh. The dream I'd had last night wasn't a good one. George and I had managed to conceive in previous dreams and, in this one, I went into premature labor. Sadly, due to a few complications, our baby didn't make it.

With a deep breath, I pushed the dream out of my head and went back into my bedroom. I had to find something to wear. Since it was the last day of October, it wasn't too cold and it wasn't too hot either. A jacket would definitely be in order, jeans as well. I'd probably wear a nice t-shirt underneath. It all seemed perfect until I looked down at my wrapped torso. I hadn't worn a bra since the accident and, for a C-cup breasted girl, you felt rather…loose and unprotected. Under the uniforms it wasn't so bad, but this would be my first time wearing a t-shirt in public since my injury. I groaned. I guess I'd have to deal with it.

After changing my knickers and brushing my hair, I began to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a purple shirt, topping it all off with a dark gray Weird Sisters jacket. Slipping into my tennis shoes, I tucked my wand into my inside jacket pocket and grabbed my wallet.

"I'm ready, boys!" I called.

Rolling lip balm onto my lips, I rubbed my lips together and left my room. The moment I entered the suite's common room, Fred snickered. The twins were fully dressed. Fred was wearing a green shirt while George wore a blue shirt. Both, however, wore jeans and light gray, zip up hoodies with dark blue stripes.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"The Weird Sisters?" Fred smirked. "You don't still fancy that lead singer, do you?"

"You and Ginny used to go on and on about him," George remembered.

"What's his name, George?"

"Bryon? Bryon Wanker?"

"His name is Myron Wagtail," I gave a dreamy sigh. "He's cute and, if we ever ran into each other and he asked for a quick shag in the alley, I'd say yes. There's just something about the way he sings 'Magic Works'." Folding my arms, I sat in my hip. "Anyways, I'm not completely gaga over him anymore."

Fred and George stared at me with wide eyes for a moment before scoffing, "Right."

"If that's not gaga," Fred smirked.

"I'd hate to see what you'd do when you are gaga," George chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, "Let's just go. We're going to be late for breakfast."

"Before you go," Fred began.

George stuffed his hands in his pockets, "We have to tell you something."

"During our meeting with Dumbledore, he gave us the spell from last night and then told us something else."

"He says that you're not allowed to have candy this Halloween because it will affect your moods."

I looked at them very seriously for a moment before bursting out with laughter. "Good one, you two! You're always joking. You almost had me there. No candy, that's ridiculous."

"We're not kidding," Their faces were humorless. "You can't have candy Sarah. We're really very sorry."

"But…" my face began to fall.

"We know."

"It's Halloween. I love candy."

"We're sorry," Fred explained. "Dumbledore let on that, with the full moon and all, something strange was going to happen."

I widened my eyes, "What?"

"Yeah," George nodded. "He wouldn't tell us what, but he warned that candy wouldn't help the situation."

"It will add to your over excitement about Hogsmeade and Halloween," Fred mentioned.

"Sorry Sarah-doll, but no candy today."

My eyes began to water. This wasn't fair. The one day where I can let go and forget about my back, and I can't have candy. Noticing my mood, the twins exchanged glances before George kissed my cheek.

"How do you feel now, Sarah?" Fred's eyebrows were furrowed.

I shook my head, "I'm not sure."

"Angry?" George asked.

"Sad?" Fred countered.

"Horny?"

"Anxious?"

"Normal?"

"I suppose I feel normal," I shrugged. "That's good, right?"

Fred and George shrugged as well. "Sure. It works for us."

"Let's catch the last of breakfast then."

As we headed towards the portrait hole, I felt my stomach twist in knots. I knew the twins better than that. Their words said the fact that I was unsure about my feelings was good, their body language said otherwise. I watched the two of them look at each other worriedly and knew that this anniversary definitely wasn't going to be like the previous ones.

Please review! Happy New Year! That really is the name of the Weird Sisters' lead singer. 'Magic Works' is my favorite song from them, from the GOF soundtrack which for legal reasons doesn't say Weird Sisters. Now, it's business time. I have an important question for you.

When I finish this, I plan on going over to the sequel to this and fixing it up as well. Would you like for me to

a) Continue on with talking about George and Sarah and their future?

b) Or would you like me to talk about Sarah's past, her time at Hogwarts with the twins throughout the years, etc? Sort of like the flashback/dream chapters here, only that would be the entire story.

c) Or would you like for it to be a combination of the two about. Some chapters about George and Sarah's future, others flashing back.

Let me know please.