A/N: I know this chapter is really short, but I just couldn't wait for some Pan/Fred action, could you? I promise the next chapter would be a lot longer becaaaauuuuseee... (Dramatic music)... SPOILER ALERT: The Order goes to rescue Harry! :D I know this is just the fifth chapter and things start up between Pan & Fred but I just couldn't help it! I'm not good at letting things 'simmer'. Well, here it goes ;3

Chapter Five: We'll Set The World On Fire

Sirius had been acting weird for the past couple of days, people had noticed especially Pan. Sometimes he seemed distant and detached then he would come back and tell her how much he loved her and how proud he was.

But today, Sirius was quiet and detached as Pan helped him feed Buckbeak.

The raven haired witch bit her lip as she stared at her father worriedly, even though he was giving his back to her, Pan knew the vacant look that took over Sirius face. "Dad, what's wrong?" Sirius visibly tensed when she spoke. "You've been acting really weird since you came back from getting mom home. You talk to me as if," Pan stopped for a second as she felt the sensation of tears prickling behind her eyes. "As if you're gonna leave me… and soon." Phoebe had done that when she had left with Cole and joined him as his Queen. Pan had been just seven when that happen and she remembered Phoebe crouching down to her level and saying, "I love you so much sweetie and I'm so proud of having you in my life. Remember that while mommy's gone, alright?"

Sirius turned to find Pan silently crying as she held the bucket where Buckbeak's snacks had been dumped in. Without thinking twice Sirius strode to Pan in two heartbeats and took her in his arms. "I would never leave you," Sirius said into her hair as Pan buried her face into his solid chest. "The very forces of evil have to drag me down to Hell to take me away from you, sweetheart."

"Then stop acting like you're going to!" Her words were muffled by his chest.

Sirius closed his eyes and patted her hair, "I'm sorry love, I-I just hate being stuck in here. I really need to get out." He only half lied to her, he wouldn't tell her the truth… He wasn't going to tell her that someday he was going to die.

Pan pulled away and looked up at him, "That's why you've been acting weird?" A sigh of relief rushed out of her. Good, it was just that.

Sirius gave a small chuckle and kissed her gently on the forehead, "I'm sorry to have worried you, Little Bird."

Pan smiled at the nickname, her worry forgotten. Last night she had recited her favorite poem to him, Hope Is A Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson and he had really liked the 'little bird' part.

"Why don't I make it up to you?" Sirius said as he reached behind him and pulled a small, black book and handed it to her. "There's everything you need to make the Animagus potion."

Pan's eyes widened as she looked at the cover of the book, in silver loopy lettering it spelled: The Marauders.

"After you make your potion, tell me and I'll make sure it's good to go." Sirius smiled down at Pan as her eyes shone brightly.

She squealed before hugging him one last time and dashing out of the door, missing the sad expression Sirius had.

Pan didn't waste any time and went to Fred and George's room, finding the twin she was looking for, after bursting into the room without knocking, working quietly on his 'workbench' without being fazed by her entrance.

"You should really knock before bursting in like that, Rogue." Fred said as he heard her walk over to him.

"Who cares if I catch you doing something weird? Look what dad gave me!" She held it right in front of him.

Fred's eyes went wide as he snatched the book out of her hand. "Merlin's Beard, is this actually it?" He asked her while getting off the chair and turning to Pan.

Pan smiled, her canines showing. "Of course it's real; the Animagus potion is actually in there!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"You're actually going to do it?"

Pan nodded as she took the book back, "Definitely." After a few seconds of looking at the book, she looked back at Fred and asked, "What do you think I'm going to turn into?"

Fred crossed his arms, thinking. He had to go for a bird, she was always singing around the house whenever his mum needed her to clean a room out or when she was doing the dishes, also when she was drawing. Every time she ran around with him and his brother her hair followed after her like wings and when Hermione insulted her, Pan would bristle and her hair seemed to puff out; like a small songbird would do when it was angry. But, as he looked at her smile Fred could definitely see the canine in her; how her canine teeth were more pointed than normal, her playful attitude, how her attention span seemed one of a puppy. Yeah, he could totally see her as dog too.

For his answer, he just gave her a shrug.

Pan rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, "You're of much help."

Fred was fast to follow her as she quickly made her way up the stairs to her room. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her go into her closet and drag out a pretty big trunk.

"Need help with that?" Without waiting for an answer, Fred went and helped her drag the trunk to the center of the room.

"Do you have a cauldron I could borrow?" Pan asked as she opened the trunk and inside it countless potion ingredients were labeled and organized.

Fred grinned at her and took out his wand. "Accio cauldron."

A small, nice sized, cauldron came floating into her room and landed beside the trunk. Pan smiled her thanks as she thumped through the book until she came upon 'How To Become An Animagus'.

"Don't you need something to make the potion boil?" Fred asked as he watched her take out little vials with plants and substances inside.

"I can make it boil, don't worry." Pan mumbled as she read all of the ingredients she needed and thankfully finding them all in her trunk.

"Is that a Charmed thing?" Fred teased.

"Yes Freddie, it's a Charmed thing." Pan smiled at him as she started with the potion. When she put the essence of toad into the small weird mix, thick, white wisps of smoke started drifting up in the air and that's when Pan needed to start heating the potion as she charged the air molecules inside of the cauldron. But, something happened; Fred had leaned in too much, resting his head on her shoulder, making Pan let a rush of overwhelming power when she lost concentration and the cauldron burst into flames.

Fred jumped up, getting his wand as Pan let out a small squeal, "Aguamenti!" A stream of water came from the tip of the wand and extinguishing the surprisingly fast growing fire. "You okay?" Fred asked after turning to Pan, who had a hand to her head.

"Yeah, I'm f-" Pan swayed in her spot on the floor and the color drained from her face, alarming Fred.

He bended down and scooped her up in his arms and gently placed her on the bed. Fred rushed to the open door and leaned out. "Sirius!" He yelled down the staircase. "It's Pan!" The ginger haired wizard didn't need to say anymore because in moments the shadow of Sirius was bounding up the stairs to Pan's room.

"What happened?" Sirius asked worriedly and as soon as he saw Pan lying on the bed he went towards her with Fred on his heel.

"I have no idea, she was heating the potion and out of nowhere it burst into flames." Fred explained as he went over to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You okay, Little Bird?" Sirius asked gently as he placed a hand on Pan's head.

"I'm fine," She answered groggily; "I just lost control for a second there."

Sirius pursed his lips, "Maybe I should do the potion for you. You shouldn't be using your powers until you get your wand."

Fred frowned, "Why does she need a want to use her powers?"

Sirius brushed away a stray hair from Pan's face before answering him, "Because Pan's powers are unstable, and they're too attached to her emotions. They get out of control all the time. And this time it took its toll on her."

Fred's eyes widen a bit as he looked at Pan, all tired and vulnerable. "Is she going to be okay?"

"I'm right here, you know, you can ask me." Pan commented sarcastically getting a laugh from her dad and a relieved smile from Fred.

"I think she'll be fine." Sirius said leaning down and kissing her forehead for the second time in less than an hour. "The potion will be ready for tomorrow. Rest up."

Fred stayed in the room, the silence meaning that Pan was resting as her eyes were close and her breathing deep. His thoughts turning to those times when Hermione was pushing Pan's buttons and something in the house, out of nowhere, blew up.

"I can't control it; dad's hoping that once with a wand everything will balance out." She had her eyes closed, but her brow went down in a frown.

"You should've told me something." He begrudgingly said.

Pan gave him a small laugh and opened her eyes slightly to look at him. "It's embarrassing. The first born of a Charmed One, fourteen and can't control her powers. No magical creature would ever let me leave it down."

Fred pursed his lips at her, her skin looked paler than usual, the usual flush on her cheeks gone.

"Can you stop staring at me?"

Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts only to grin down at her, a small blush creeping up his neck. "I still think you should've told me something. You're practically my best friend now." And it was true; he had never connected with someone like he had with Pan, not with Lee Jordan, with George it was different, they were twins.

Pan fought her heavy eyelids but smiled sweetly at him, her stomach jumping a bit. Growing up she never had many friends; in Magic School the kids were intimidated my her heritage and in public school kids just thought of her as the quiet, artsy girl that sometimes didn't go to school for weeks. Those words coming from Fred meant more than he could know.

"Thank you, Gambit."

"Anytime Rogue."

And with that he settled next to her and watched her sleep, the color slowly returning to her face and that flush, he absolutely adored, returned to her cheeks.

Merlin, what was he going to do with her?

After waking up next to a napping Fred, Pan could only smile at the sight her insides warming. He had stayed looking out for her.
Stretching a bit, Pan found that she felt slightly sore, her muscles cramping uncomfortably; the toll for her powers rushing out of control. She was really hoping Sirius's theory worked. Pan tried to roll out of bed without waking Fred, only to find it futile because when she was sitting on the edge a hand held onto her elbow.

"Where are you going?" Fred asked groggily as he rubbed the sleep from one of his eyes.

"Probably to the kitchen. You okay?" Pan said turning towards him.

Fred gave a snort, "I should be asking you that. You scared the heck out of me."

Pan could only smile at him sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just have to nap it off. No biggie."

Fred rolled his eyes at her, his hand still on her arm. "Yeah, no biggie. Forget the fact that you almost fainted and set your house up on fire."

Pan playfully glared at Fred before saying, "You're getting awfully sarcastic, Mr. Weasley."

Fred smiled teasingly at her, "And that's why you like me. Admit it, you're crazy about me."

Pan had to laugh at that, her head thrown back, just the way he liked it. "If someone is crazy over someone, it's you for me, sweetie."

Fred watched Pan get off from the bed, taking in her sleep-in hair and wrinkled clothes. He felt something in him squirm as Pan stretched and her black shirt rose making a few good inches of her flat stomach show, enough for him to see the wink of silver on her navel. "You have your bellybutton pierced?" What else didn't he know about her?

Pan ran a hand through her hair before answering him, "Yeah, it was a birthday present."

Merlin, that was so sexy. Fred had to gulp down his suddenly dried throat.

A sudden wave of something came off from Fred, like a small cloud of feeling. Pan could see the outline of his aura, his magical essence pouring out of his pores, and it felt a lot like… want? Pan felt her throat slightly close up at the feelings that drifted off from him. She ran a pale hand through her raven black hair awkwardly.

"Um." She began only to stop to form the words when Fred was suddenly in front of her, his hand going passed her cheek and into the back of her hair, his thumb going behind her ear.

The way Fred was looking at her made her insides turn to goo.

His usually brown eyes looked greener in the light of her room as he closed the distance of their faces. Pan was delirious with want, her light eyes locked on his lips and when she thought he was about to kiss her, he stopped.

"Is it okay?"

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips; she bit her bottom lip and nodded her head, her own hands burying themselves into his ginger hair.

To her, he tasted like strawberries; sweet and playfully sour and just too damn good.

To him, she tasted like chocolate; sweet, smooth and way too addictive.

"Well, that took long enough." George's voice from her doorway made them jump apart.

Pan couldn't help the blush that spread through her cheeks and she didn't miss the smirk that Fred wore as his eyes were on her.

"What?" She snapped playfully, the giddiness of the kiss kicking in.

"You taste like chocolate." Fred dumbly said, his smirk turning into a silly grin.

Pan rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder lightly.

"Would two stop it, I need your help with something." George tried to act annoyed, but couldn't keep the smile off his face. Finally! He was getting tired of that entire pent-up feeling thing that was going on between the little Black witch and his twin brother. Every time they just stopped and looked at each other, or smiled, or blushed, or joked around with their little nicknames… yeah, he was really getting tired of it.

Pan started walking towards George and started following him out only to be stopped and pulled back into her room by one of the belt loops of her bell-bottoms. Fred's lips were already on her mouth before she turned around completely.

Yeah, they could totally get use to this.

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