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

It's Harry Potter weekend and I've finished the update!

Sarah's POV.

I woke up the next morning completely prepared. Honestly, I had never felt more prepared for anything in my life. I understood Dumbledore's plan perfectly and I was ready to execute it. The plan was for me to go through the day showing absolutely no emotion. When Fred and George freak out and take me to the Hospital Wing or Dumbledore, they would find out that because they allowed me to have sweets, I would be rendered emotionless. Sadly, they would find out that my emotions might never return. Fred and George will feel awful for their mistake and worry about the fact that they've 'broken' me beyond repair. Of course, they wouldn't know that I had taken a potion the night before that suppresses my emotions for twenty-four hours. The plan was just brilliantly complicated enough to work.

With a yawn, I rolled over. I slowly opened my eyes and was immediately met with the sight of ginger hair.

"Ah, you're up!" grinned Fred

"With all that candy you ate yesterday-" George began.

"We thought you wouldn't wake until much later."

The twins were already dressed for the day and it made me wonder if they had gone to breakfast without me. Taking care not to hurt my back, which was still sore from last night's cleaning, I sat up and stretched.

"Good morning, you two." The words felt detached the moment they left my lips. From the looks on Fred and George's faces, they were as taken aback as I was at the tone of my voice.

Fred's eyebrows rose, "Are you okay?"

"Never better." I shrugged. "See."

I tried to smile, but found that my lips wouldn't allow it. I tried to get upset, but found that I couldn't furrow my eyebrows. I found myself growing frustrated inside, yet neither my voice nor my face showed any signs of this emotion. When I lifted my hands to slam my fists on my bed, they moved to my head and began to smooth my hair. Dumbledore said that it was a curious potion. A curious potion indeed.

"Sarah?" asked Fred.

My eyes flicked towards him, "Yes?"

"Sarah," George pressed. "Darling?"

"Yes, love?"

Fred shook his head angrily, "No, no, no, no! Just stop! This," Fred motioned at me, "this isn't you. This isn't...our Sarah."

"It's me, Fred."

I couldn't believe how well Dumbledore's plan was working! If I could have smiled, I would have. Instead, I sat staring at the distraught twins with empty eyes.

Fred scoffed, "Sarah wouldn't be this...I don't know, callous about everything. Sarah has greeted us with a smile every morning since we met, even when she was royally pissed off with us. Hell, even after Sirius passed she tried to smile for us. Sarah was over the moon yesterday when she and Georgie here finally told each other how much they fancied each other."

"Fred," George attempted to steady his twin.

"It's not her. If I can see it this clearly you should, too!"

George and I sat silently, staring at his fuming twin. Honestly, I don't think I had ever seen Fred this upset since the day Slytherin won a Quidditch match against Gryffindor because they managed to send half the team, including Harry, to the hospital wing. I sat in my haze of disbelief until the sound of my name startled me. George caught my eyes and my hand in his. Even though my heart jumped at his touch, the potion forced me to blink at him distantly.

"Yes, George?"

His hands moved to my cheeks, cupping them in his palms while his thumbs stroked their roundness. Our eyes met and I hoped that my eyes could show at least a bit of emotion. George's face fell, and I was filled with the sickening realization that they couldn't. The pain in his eyes sent a pang of guilt through me. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to prank them.

"Sarah-doll," George leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. "Oh, Sarah...there's got to be a little bit of you left in there."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I am in here."

It was George's turn to shake his head. "No, Fred's right. This isn't you."

He let go of my cheeks and turned to his twin. They gave each other a nod, before separating to separate ends of my room. George grabbed a pair of my underwear and my skirt from a drawer, while Fred took a button up shirt and a vest from my closet.

George stood at the foot of my bed, "Sarah-doll, we have to dress you."

"It's two against one, so don't resist." Fred sat next to me.

I nodded in agreement and allowed the twins to dress me. The process took less than five minutes, proving that either they had gotten better at dressing me, or they had a mission planned between the two of them for what to do with me. I suspected the latter. Once they dressed me, I used the restroom, quickly brushed my teeth and hair, and slipped on my shoes and my robe.

"So," I entered the common room, "are we off for breakfast?"

The twins surged forward, Fred on my right and George on my left. Both of them took one of my hands in their own and pulled me towards the door together.

"Where are you taking me?" I struggled against them. "Where are we going?"

"We have to take you to Dumbledore," Fred tightened his hold on my hand.

George did the same on my left, "He'll know what to do."

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