Chapter 3

'Ouch! Fred you knucklehead! That's my ribcage your elbows jabbing!" I snapped

"Sorry Allie, but I can't bloody see you!" Fred mumbled

"yah, he could be looking right into your eyes and couldn't tell that your there, until he kissed you that is…" George laughed quietly

"Shh! Filch is coming!" I hissed.

Okay so your probably wondering what's going on… truth is we got caught for setting off a dungbomb down in the dungeons again, so we ended up in Filch's office. Fortunately for us though Fred was carrying a carnivorous Frisbee, Filch freaked out ran around like a madman creating enough of a diversion so that I could sneak a peek into the cabinet drawer that read 'Highly Dangerous' Unfortunately I only had time to grab a piece of paper before we made a run for it and now here we were hiding in a broom closet, a very cramped broom closet, to avoid capture. I heard the shuffle of Filch's feet as he passed the closet by and continued on past muttering , "Those little brats… once I get my hands on them I'll hang 'em by their toes I will… don't care what Dumbledore says, students need to be hung up on chains and whipped … only way to teach those little brats…" Eventually his voice trailed off and we let out a sigh of relief.

'Well… that was a close one." Fred said happily

'And with any luck Lee's diversion should be going off soon enough, so he'll be forgetting about us." George finished his thought

I let out a quiet sigh of relief, "So, where's the paper?" I asked after a moment.

'Right here." Fred said blindly handing it to me which caused him to jam it into my eye.

"Ow… Fred… my eye." I moaned as I grabbed the parchment out of his hand.

"Sorry, sorry…" he apologized quickly to me

"It's fine, why are we in this closet anyways…" I asked him and opened the door revealing an empty corridor.

"The light, it's too much for my vampire eyes…" George moaned dramatically and I laughed.

"Come on you guys… lets go figure out how this thing works…" I said smiling happily. It was now the second week of December and the school grounds were covered with snow, pretty soon the twins would have to leave to go visit their family. I was really sad but happy for them to, still it was going to be boring around here without them. We ended up out by the fat ladies portrait a few minutes later and after the hastily said password 'Figgledorf' we were inside the Gryffindor common room. It was unusually empty due to the fact that everybody was upstairs packing because it was the last day of classes. Fred and George would be leaving on the train in the morning. I sighed.

"What's with the sighing?" Fred asked playfully bopping me on the head as we sat down on one of the cozy red couches.

"Nothing." I said hastily

"Nope, something's wrong." George said as he sat down on my other side

"Yes indeed, if our bubbly, happy, metamorph is upset then surely nothing is something." Fred smiled

"And we're going to find out what." George said

I stared at them. They've known I was a metamorph since the first time I became emotionally overwhelmed and my hair started to change color uncontrollably in the hallway. Naturally they rushed me to the hospital wing before I could get a word in, receiving several stares as I was toted down the hallway by my two red headed best friends. Once we had gotten there of course I was rushed to a hospital bed by the assistant nurse and had yet again no input time, Fred and George watching me nervously at my bedside. I opened my mouth to tell them nothing was wrong with me when Madame Pomfrey rushed in her eyes wide open in shock. She started blubbering incoherently before she ran from the room back into her office. Minutes later professor McGonagall arrived and after a quick look over walked to the back of the room and stared out the window. Madame Pomfrey then walked back over to us and said, 'What your friend Allison is experiencing is natural for her…'

Fred of course had bumped in and interrupted, 'Natural? Her hair's bloody green it is!'

I had turned a bright red and sunk lower onto my bed thinking, 'Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…..' believing that they would reject me like the orphanage had done when I had first gotten there but then as Madame Pomfrey explained they began to understand and their eyes widened and then amazingly they began to smile.

'Bloody hell Allie! A metamorph! Why didn't you tell us! That's bloody brilliant!' Fred had exclaimed causing me to gape in shock.

'Yah Allie! Never seen anything like what you've got before!' George had smiled.

After a few unmemorable words I had tried to fit in, Fred and George were filling me up with questions that I couldn't answer. It was probably one of the scariest moments of my life but everything had turned out alright. I truly loved Fred and George they were my best friends and I would go insane without them. Thats why I wouldnt be able to stand not being with them over the next week or so.

"So what is bothering you Allie?" Fred asked, smiling

'Well, if you cant guess then im going to have to say your slow." I smirked

"Gonna miss us are you?" George grinned knudging me in my ribs.

"Miss us? Why would she miss us?" Fred asked

"I mean were so annoying, and she always calls us knuckleheads..."

"We land her in detention almost every other night..."

"We sometimes copy off her homework..."

"I get it! You think I wont miss you and you can probably go on and on about reasons why I shouldnt; well guess what? I'm gonna miss you guys because i'm gonna be stuck here with nothing to do all week!"

They grinned their identical grins, then Fred said," We knew that you'd miss us Allie."

"Just cant help but tease yah a bit." George grinned

I smiled at them both

Fred smiled and said ,"Now there's our Allie."

"The smiling, happy, metamorphing one." George grinned

I whacked them both on their heads playfully and laughed, I couldnt wait until Christmas week was over...

I sighed it was December 23 and I was extremely bored... Fred and George had left two days ago and already I felt like blowing up. There was nothing to do and Christmas was in two days, I already knew that I probably wasnt going to get any presents. Fred and George may send me a card, but with the way the weather looked it probably wouldnt happen. Errol was to old to make a long journey like this. I groaned again as I pressed my face up against the tudor style window looking out over the school grounds which were covered in snow to the point where you couldnt even see the black lake. Well at least I was here instead of the orphanage... I tried to cheer myself up. No surprise, it didnt work. Slowly I pulled myself out of bed and after throwing on some of my school robes I stumbled downstairs to the great hall. It was weird walking down the halls without having to worry about being flattened. Never mind the impending silence. A ghosy whisked past me as I entered the hall, at the front sat the proffesors but the tables were all empty. I was the only student who had bothered to stay back this year. I slowly made my way over to the table feeling some of the professors eyes on me, i grabbed a bun and some jelly and plopped down on my chair.

I hastily tried to swallow it when the Headmaster spoke,"Well, seems as if we wont be getting any more students in here over the holidays so if you dont mind i am excusing myself, I have a box of botts every flavor beans in my room and im dying to see if one of them is flavored like firewhiskey. Good day." he stood up and walked out of the room.

Silence followed after him as I ate some of my bacon, it was very crunchy and warm. I savored the salty flavor and as I stood up to leave the room a chair slide back.

"Allison, if I may have a word with you please..." It was the voice of Professor McGonagall

She walked over to me and looked down her nose with severe eyes, but somethingseemed different about them this time, They seemed a bit kinder. Once we were out of the great hall she spoke to me,"Allison, I know very well that you have no home to go to this Christmas, I also am knowledgeable that you will not be recieving any Christmas gifts this year. I am curioous to know if you would like to accompany me to Hogsmede village for the day and perhaps we can finish up with some tea this afternoon in my office?"

My eyes widened in surprise, never had Professor McGonagall spoken more than a few words to me but now she wanted to offer me a day trip to Hogsmeade? It was an odd proposition. Maybe she would tell me a bit about our shared last name! I couldnt help it but answer,"Yes professor that would be nice. But i dont have any of my money, its all at Gringotts."

'No problem my dear, as a professor at Hogwarts I make a decent amout of money, i can handle any of your expences. Now will you go upstairs to get your cloak? I'll be down at the entrance hall in a few minutes, I will wait for you there."

I nodded eagerly as I sprinted up to the common room.

A few minutes later we were on our way down to Hogsmeade, proffesor McGonagall trudged through the snow as the wind whipped across my face. After a few minutes of awkward silence she asked me,"Allison my dear, why dont you tell me a bit about yourself."

"Whats there to know Professor? I was raised in an orphanage and dont remember my parents... well I barely remember them that is..." I trailed off

"So you do have some memories?" she asked me curious,"What are they about?"

'Wel... I was being swung in the arms of a happy lady, she was smiling at me... next to her was a man and he had black hair I think... I dont really remember them... its all blury and hard to figure out... there was another person on the couch I think... I know they must be my parents though! Because i was never played with when I was at the orphanage, they threw me in the crib and called me a freak."

She looked up at the sky and I thought she had been tuning me out this entire time, when she turned back down to look at me though a kind smile was on her face, "A sad child hood, I never knew the caretakers at the Diagon Orphanage were so cruel..." She said slowly

'Only to me, theyre nice enough to the others."

"Is it because your a metamorphmagi?" She asked me

"Yes, when I was little my hair used to change colors out of control... then there was the faze that my face would transform into pig snouts and duck beaks without my wanting to. They never allowed me outside of my room when that happened, they thought I would iinfect the other children. They would tell me that I was 'Sickly and dying, not fit to play with others'. They never even sent me to an adoption meeting..." I trailed off as I looked up from my winter boots, we had arrived at Hogsmeade village. It was beautiul and Quaint and I couldnt help but smile when I saw it.

"Lovely place isnt it?" Professor McGonagll smiled at me. "Why dont we go have a Drink of Butterbeer over at the hogshead? Then I can take you around the town and show you some sights?" She asked me

'I nodded eagerly as she led me inside a nice warm building, we sat down on our chairs which creaked happily. A few moments later a happy witch walked over with a peice of paper in her hands,"What would you like Minerva? The usual?"

"Thank you Alia, but today I think i'll just have two butterbeers please." She said politely

'Certainly." She said and walked over to the bar.

Moments later she returned with our order. Professor McGonagall handed her the money and the witch walked off.

"Allison, i'm deeply sorry that your life started out the way that it did... I feel as if its mostly my fault, because you see Allison, I am your Great Aunt,..."

DUN DUN DUH! Okay im sorry I havent updated lately... just been a bit busy. Half of this chapter made me want to face palm into my desk, I completely rushed the big metamorphmagi unvieling... I just didnt know how to write it! Please forgive me! But I got in some Fred and George ness! I dont remember how they came across the marauders map, and i know i sort of left it hanging that they had found it and all but it will come up next chapter :) Also next chapter will contain some christmas moments :) even though its August... but who cares? XD anyways to the disclaimer...

DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER I WOULD BE A MIDDLE AGED LADY! BUT IM NOT! IM A TEENAGE GIRL WHO IS FRESH OUT OF MIDDLE SCHOOL! ALSO IF I WAS J.K. ROWLING I WOULD HAVE A KIND PERSONALITY AND NOT SNAP AT THE LITTLEST OF THINGS! NOR wOULD FRED OR GEORGE BEEN HARMED IN THE SEVENTH BOOK!