"How come you didn't tell us it was your birthday?" George asked as sat down around a large table. Somehow, Mrs. Weasley found out that it was my birthday. My bet is on Jason telling Ron who told her. But anyways, now Mrs. Weasley was forcing me to come with her and the rest of her family to lunch. And that was the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. For the longest time, I have hated my birthday, and not just because of all the attention I get, but because now, exactly eight years ago, my parents died.

"Because," I replied, trying to come up with a lie, and quick, "I don't like… I don't really know," I gave up, "There's just something about birthdays that I don't like."

Both Fred and George looked at me like I was insane. Even though we had just met today, they were already treating me like I was their best friend, and it was starting to scare me. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but for the time being, I decided just to ignore it.

"How can you not like your birthday?" Fred asked, sounding a little bit repulsed.

"I said I don't know! Can we please just drop it?" It was bad enough that we were all going out to eat, and I didn't want people pestering me about how I don't like my birthday.

"Ok, miss, be like that. Don't celebrate the day you were born," Fred said smiling at me from across the table. I tried my best to return the smile, but it was only half hearted. Why did everything that we talked about have to turn back to the night my parents died? This had to have been the third time something one of the twins said reminded me of my parent's terrible death.

"So, Serenity, dear, tell me about yourself," Mrs. Weasley said, obviously trying to cover up the awkward silence.

I sighed to myself and began talking. And the day was only half over.

"Serenity, dear, come over here!" Fred yelled to me across the store. We were inside Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, shopping for school robes. Fred had decided to start calling me 'Serenity, dear," after his mother called me that back in the restaurant.

"What, Fred?" I yelled back.

"Serenity, dear, why, you must see this darling dress!"

I groaned at him and then walked over to where he and George were looking at dresses for some odd reason. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing at the two of them as George held up a blue dress to himself.

"Freddy what do you think of this one?" He asked, spinning around a couple of times.

"I think it is simply delightful!" Fred replied enthusiastically, "But we can never really tell until you try it on!"

"Of course!" George ran off towards the dressing rooms, the dress flying behind him.

"So what dress did you have to show me?" I asked looking around.

"Oh there wasn't really any dress, but I thought you might enjoy seeing George try to put one on."

"Oh, I see," I replied, rolling my eyes at him.

"Fred, George, Serenity!" Mrs. Weasley called," I'm going to the Quidditch store with Ron and Jason! I should be back in half an hour."

"Okay, mother dear!" Fred yelled and then looked back at the dresses. The door swung open and then closed signaling me that they were indeed gone.

"I think this dress would look lovely on you, Serenity, dear," Fred said, holding up a bright yellow dress.

"I don't think so," I said, noticing that it would only go down to my knees.

"Why not?" Fred whined.

"I'm not really a dress kind of girl."

"George is," Fred said, looking at me sadly.

"Well the, you can tell George to get the dress!"

"Kay," Fred said, sounding like a little girl. He grabbed the dress and ran over to where George was changing. Then he threw the dress over the changing room door and yelled, "Hey, George! Try this one on too!"

"Shall do, brother!"

Fred made his way back over to me, well it was more of a skip, but you get the point.

The two of us just looked around for robes until George cam out, looking really confused. His dress was on backwards and upside down. And I think it was inside out as well. Fred and I were laughing out heads off at him.

"George, that's not how you put a dress on!" I managed to say between laughs.

"Well then you show me how to!" he said, throwing the yellow dress at me.

"No, I already told Fred that I am not a dress person."

"I bet you can't put a dress on either!" Fred mocked me.

"I do to!" I retorted.

"Then go put that dress on and prove it!"

"Fine, I will!" I stomped off towards the dressing rooms, followed by George, who was going to try to take off the dress.

Then I changed into the yellow dress and didn't even realize that my scars were showing. I left the changing room where Fred and George were waiting.

I twirled around in the dress, and George looked furious that I had put it on correctly. He stormed back into the dressing room with the dress and began trying to put it on again.

I turned to Fred and said, "Told you I could put a dress on!" I stuck out my tongue and twirled around a bit more.

"Ser… what is that on your legs?" Fred asked, sounding shocked.

"Wha- oh…"I said realizing that my scars were visible. "That's…nothing." He stepped closer to me, looking worried.

"Don't tell me that's nothing. I know its not." He said, sounding totally serious.

"But it isn't, I swear," I said as calmly as I could. I didn't want to talk about this, especially since I was already close to tears.

"What are those? Please Ser, I won't tell anyone."

"There burns okay?" I said letting a tear fall down my cheek. "I got them when there was a fire in my house. It burned down everything, even Mum and Dad. Mum told me to go get Jason, but when I reached his room flames surrounded his cradle. I ran through it and saved him, but I got these burns. It was my third birthday," I was now sobbing into Fred's shoulder. After I told him about the fire killing my parents. He wrapped me into his arms.

He didn't say anything, but I knew he understood. And sometimes the silence is better than someone telling them their sorry when it isn't even their fault.

I thought I heard George come out at some point, and then go back into the changing room, but I wasn't sure.

After a while, I wasn't sure how long, Fred pulled back, but held onto me. I looked up to him, and wiped away my last few tears, but Fred caught my hand with one of his and with his other he wiped away my tears and then some hair that had fallen out of my hair tie.

I tried my best to smile at him, but after my nervous breakdown, that was next to impossible.

Fred smiled back and then leaned towards me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.

I blushed once the kiss ended and said, "I should… um… probably go change out of this," and then walked/ran back towards the dressing room.

"I still think you should get the dress," Fred called after me.

In the end, I did get the dress.