The next week or so wasn't so bad. I had spent more time with the others and less on my own. Mr. Weasley seemed particularly pleased, however, Mrs. Weasley was less enthusiastic. You see, I had been spending so much time with the twins…

"Fred! George! Jenny!"

They had rubbed off on me.

The twins and I bolted down the hall, howling in laughter. Ron chased us, magically transforming into a pig. We had charmed a plate of cookies, knowing he would eat them. I baked the cookies and left them out, while the twins had taken care of the magic. I was, after all, underage. Suddenly, the twins apparated, abandoning me in the hallway.

"Traitors!" I shook my fist dramatically, turning to look over my shoulder. Ron was getting closer. At the end of the hall, Harry opened the bathroom door.

I had found my victim.

"Move!" I squealed, not slowing down, as I got closer. Harry's eyes widened and he hurried to the side. I swept in, swinging the door shut behind me. Moments later there was a thud and a squeal. I winced; he was going to be mad.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Harry was still wide eyed.

"That, Harry, is your best mate"

"What?"

"It was my idea, bloody brilliant if I do say so myself," I grinned ear to ear. Something seemed to click in Harry's brain and he nodded.

"When does he turn back? He will turn back, won't he?"

"Of course! All he has to do is drink the milk on the counter next to the cookies-"

"Jenny, I don't think he can reach the counter"

"…oh"

I sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, pondering my plot.

"Well, I'm sure someone will help him. Hermione would figure it out right away," I chuckled. Who else would manifest a pig other than Ron?

"Jenny, what happens when he is turned back?"

"He'll come after us," I shrugged.

"Us?"

I grinned mischievously, "yes, us, you're my accomplice now, Harry" He was mortified. "Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt me. After all, I'm his little sister"

"What about me?"

"Don't worry, Harry. If we stay in here long enough he'll come across the twins first and take his revenge on them"

Then a thought occurred to me. What would Ron do if he found Harry and I together in the bathroom? Harry seemed to think the same thing. Suddenly, it became very cramped in the bathroom.

"I'm going to see if he's there…" I jumped off of the counter and peeked through the door. The coast was clear, so I slipped around the doorway and against the wall. I reached around the corner and motioned for Harry to follow me. He didn't seem to understand I was in ninja spy mode, so I grabbed his shirt in my hand and dragged him down the hall. I peeked around every corner and doorway before we crossed uncharted territory.

"Jenny, what are we doing?" Harry asked.

"Shh!" I hushed him, turning to look around the corner. Inside were the twins, but no Ron. "The coast is clear, Harry" I relaxed, walking into the room.

"Hey," I said, confused at why they were silently staring at us. Once again, they apparated. "He's behind us, isn't he Harry?" We turned to look over our shoulders to see Ron in his usual form, huffing. He reached out to grab me and I squeaked, hiding behind Harry.

"Hey! That's not fair! Ron, don't look at me like that!" Harry tried to back up, but just ended up stumbling into me. Therefore I had to back up, and we were running out of room.

"New plan," I whispered in Harry's ear.

"What?" he asked.

"RUN!" with that said, I bolted out of the room and left Harry at Ron's mercy.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I stood together with happy expressions. I felt myself smiling, too. Why are we smiling? I asked myself suddenly, pondering the thought. I looked around, just noticing that we were surrounded by darkness below us. "Why are we smiling?" I asked, but they only continued smiling at me. It was almost as if they couldn't hear me. I reached for my neck. Perhaps I wasn't making noise. "Where are we?" I asked, but I found I was only mouthing the words. I felt the pressure building in my stomach from the exertion of speaking, but I couldn't hear my voice. I felt an odd sense of déjà vu as I noticed I wasn't making a sound.

It was then I realized that there was no noise at all. No birds chirping, no wind caressing my face, no waves lapping at the sand. Sand? The darkness wasn't emptiness- it was water. Suddenly, I panicked as I realized I had been here before. Although I was panicking, my heart remained beating steadily.

A drop of water fell on my cheek. My eyelids fluttered open in response of the new feeling. It slid down my cheek and nestled itself in the corner of my mouth. I welcomed it inside, tasting the sweet salty tear.

Knowing what came next, I struggled to move forward. I found myself unable to move, and realized I was sinking. I tried to move my arms and legs in the sand, but my limbs felt heavy with the need to give up. I opened my mouth to scream, but remembered I couldn't speak. Powerless, I closed my eyes.