OMFGz, the COOLIEST thing happened to me! Okay, so I entered this contest to win 2 tickets to the pre-screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and…(DUN DUH DUH DU-UN!) I won! So tomorrow, before everyone one else, as long as I get there before a crapload of people (limited seating, even with a ticket. Grr.) I get to see the sixth movie!

The contest question was: If you could have one magical power or magical object from the first five movies, what would it be?

Guess my answer?

A chocolate frog! I really wanted to win, so I was thinking really hard, but then I got hungry and it hit me! And apparently, it was a good answer!

So, in honor of my happiness, I'm giving you a new chapter.

Disclaimer:

Me: BJ!

BJ: What?

Me: Do my disclaimer for me.

BJ: It's midnight!

Me: Fine. DAAAAAYNAAAA!

Dayna: Ugh! Aly doesn't own Twilight.

Me: (elbows her in the ribs.)

Dayna: I mean…Parry Hotter. Good ni- (falls asleep)

Me: Close enough! Oh, and sorry for the long author's note. ON WITH THE STORY!

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It had been three-no, four-days since the battle. The house was still unusually silent, but I could hear Mum making attempts at small talk and Dad grumbling about returning to work.

When I stepped into the kitchen, everyone's eyes were on me. And I mean everyone. Bill and Fleur and Charlie and Percy had all come home, as well as Harry and Hermione. And for some unknown reason, they were all in the kitchen.

"Hi George," Ginny said carefully, giving me a small smile. Her eyes looked scared, although whether she was scared for me or herself I couldn't tell. I stepped toward her and hugged her.

And, without warning, it turned into a group hug. Normally group hugs are great, but even with Mum, Dad, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Charlie, and Percy, it felt empty. You could tell someone was missing.

"George dear, would you like some breakfast?" Mum asked, sniffling. I could tell she was trying to hold back tears for my sake. I shook my head.

That's when I noticed Ron's arm around Hermione. "When did that happen?" I asked, looking very pointedly at the two.

"What?" Ron asked, then he looked at his arm. His face turning a brilliant shad of maroon, almost as dark as Hermione's, he removed his arm and stepped about a foot away. "Wasn't paying attention…" he muttered lamely.

Everyone else was looking too, and I was relieved not to be the only one out of the loop. I saw Harry glace at Ginny out of the corner of his eye, and Ginny do the same, but a second too late for their eyes to meet.

"I've made a decision," I said.

Everyone looked at me curiously. "Yes George?" Dad asked.

"You must all continue to get my name mixed up with Fred's, in honor of his memory, and due to the fact that I could still be lying to you and only pretending to be George."

Everyone looked confused. "But George-" Ron began. I gave him a warning look. "I mean, Fred, or George, or whoever you are," he said, sounding very sarcastic. "Don't you think that's taking it a bit far?"

"Taking it a bit far!?" I asked, borderline hysterically. "My twin is dead! He's not coming back! Dead! And you think my honoring his memory is taking it a bit far?"

Then my stomach gave a lurch, and I jerked forward.

"Are you alright?" Mum asked, sounding alarmed.

"Yeah," I replied halfheartedly. "I just don't feel…" And then everything when black.

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"Fred," I cried, coming into consciousness. "Fred, don't!"

"Shh," a soft voice told me. "It's alright. Fred's where he needs to be. And you are here."

Who was speaking to me? An angel?

"Angel, have I died?" I asked dreamily, not thinking to try and open my eyes.

The voice giggled, then sighed sadly. "No, you are here, at the Burrow, remember?"

"Why?" I asked. Then I groaned. What a stupid question. I live here.

"Shh, enough talking, you need to rest."

And then I felt something cool on my head, and I fell back into the darkness.

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When I awoke again, I opened my eyes immediately to see Mum and Ginny standing over me. The rest of the family was waiting nearby.

"Mum?" I asked. "Where am I?"

"At the Burrow," she said softly. "You were unconscious."

"I had the strangest dream. There was an angel taking care of me."

A familiar voice giggled. "I'm flattered," the angel said. "But my name is Allyson."

I sat up, my head begging me otherwise. "Where's Fred!?" I asked, alarmed and still disoriented.

Everyone looked sad, but Ginny looked to be on the verge of hysterical sobs.

"Right," I said softly, wrapping my arms around my sister, though I'm not sure if it was for her benefit or mine.

"Who are you again?" I asked the only unfamiliar person in the room. She had very blonde, nearly colorless hair, and brilliant blue eyes. Her skin was barely pale and seemed almost to glow.

"My name is Allyson," she said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked bluntly, but not unkindly.

"I'm not really sure," she said, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

I must have been looking at her strangely, because she explained. "Lost my memory in the battle, I did," she said. "Got a pretty cool battle scar too." She grinned.

"Cool!?" Mum nearly shrieked. "You could have died!"

She shrugged. "But I didn't, and the scar's a wicked reminder of my escape from death."

She lifted up her skirt to reveal a strange red mark around her leg. It almost looked as I a snake had tried to squeeze her leg to death.

"How'd you get it?" I asked curiously. I could tell everyone was astonished that I was trying to make conversation, when I'd spent the last four days mourning.

She shrugged again, grinning and looking deep into my eyes. "Don't know," she said. "Lost my memory, I did." Then she did the strangest thing. She grinned, and said, "I got a wicked cool battle scar too!" She rolled up her skirt and showed me again.

"What?" I asked, confused. Mum put a comforting hand on Allyson's shoulder. "Allyson, Honey, you've just said that."

"I have?" she asked, looking puzzled. Then she looked back at me. "Sorry 'bout that. Frazzled me brain a bit too." She grinned again.

"Fred would have like you," I said calmly. I felt the atmosphere tense up instantly as everyone but me and Allyson stopped breathing. (AN: I am NOT changing it to Allyson and I, deal with it!).

She looked at me, and her eyes shone as if I'd just told a small child they could have every piece of chocolate in the world. I realized then what a huge compliment I had just given her, telling her the late twin brother I had been isolating myself from humanity because of would have liked her.

"Good to know," was all she said.

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Huh. I had no intention of writing it like that, but this is how the words flowed, and I can't go against their wishes, now can I?

Well, wish me luck getting to the theatre before everyone else who has a ticket to the pre-screening! I hope I get to see it!!!