I've decided to break out of my writing shell and write about things I normally wouldn't. I like the challenges of it so the rating of this story may eventually change can I have a very dark theme for later. But later. And there are no instant relationships here, ugh that's one thing I won't ever do. Attraction? Sure, a crush? Yeah. But no one is getting with anyone the moment someone grins (Even if it is a devilishly handsome Weasley smile). Chapter will be long or short depending on my whispering ginger muses.

KrAzY-LiTtLe-ImP- Thanks for the encouragement! My first reviewers are always important to me. So hopefully you'll stick with the story and enjoy it! The quick update is for you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own Lyra. And Wicky the house-elf.

Introducing: Chadwick (A/N: the name used because my best friend is awesome to tell me this name!) the House-elf; though will almost always be called Wicky. He is affiliated with the McKade family, and was brought to Hogwarts at the McKades' Patriatch, Daniel Mckades', insistence to watch over his granddaughter Lyra. Like most house-elves he is prone to over reacting and will punish himself as he sees fit. Though technically freed from service (Lyra once had knitted him an emerald tunic that he still wears) Wicky stays by his 'Lie' and continues to be of service to the girl; much to his delight. Wicky has large green eyes and droopy ears like most elves the only difference is Wicky was taught to use and control magic aside from the apparition and low level protection he original offered. Instead of a wand like witches and wizards, Wicky uses an agate crystal wand, thin and small like a pencil to perform spells.

Let's see how I do for first person, shall we?

To be a Gryffindor

'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid..'

Umbridge hadn't believed me. Not at all. Because I couldn't think of how the hell I'd found the fireworks to begin with. I couldn't say I'd gotten them at Zonko's because they didn't have that goofy little seal on them that copy-righted them. Umbridge seemed to sense a conspiracy in the works, raising a thin brow in an annoying manner that made me grind my teeth, resolve firm to protect the twins. And then Filch and his big crooked nose had brightened and a sense of complete dread filled me. A grinning Filch was never a good thing. His strokes the Ms. Norris back increasing enthusiastically, as he recognized the twins product. And damn those two for playing so many pranks that Filch could recognize their work from a glance!

Though…now that I take a second to think about it…they probably enjoyed it the cocky pranksters they are. Because while Filch knew it was them, the Squib could never stick the pranks to the witty gingers, so they walked away free wizards..

Cheeky bastards.

Well need-less to say Umbridge scented opportunity to take the objections of my completely awkward affections down along with me, questioning me for several minutes. Right, like I was going to give them up after going through all of this. But her temper waned quickly against my hard eyes and refusal to speak other than the repeating of 'no ma'am' as she tried to con me into giving something away about any 'accomplices' I may have.

'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid'

However since the twins did not appear (at least my hexes and silencing charms were still working like a charm…ugh I'm in trouble if Im making bad magic puns now...), there was nothing pinky could do about it. Yeah I felt a little triumphant, only to be bitch-smacked down to reality when Umbridge gave me detention for my troubles.

I didn't even bother to ask for what, just immediately went to the window I hadn't unlatched fast enough, once Filch and Umbridge disappeared, and knocked my forehead repeatedly against the glass. Maybe once the cold seeped into my cranium and rattled my brain around a bit I would finally understand myself. But so far, nothing going.

"Wicky…" The croaked moan escaped my lips calling for my eccentric house-elf. Hm…house-elf. Maybe I was part house-elf... I mused resting my head on the cold glass for a bit of a break. He appeared instantly, looking up at me with those gorgeous moss-green eyes of his as his lips stretched into a wide toothy smile. "Lie! Wicky has come!" He announced gleefully waiting any instruction. It was rare I called to the peppy elf for a task, any task; I preferred to do things myself for the most part. But seeing him looking deliriously happy I'd called made me rethink a few small things I may ask him to do.

But for now he'd have to deal with freeing the twins.

"Wicky-love." I cooed softly turning from the window for a moment to pat him on his head brushing the few wispy strands of hair he had on his head. "I need you to free the boys I trapped behind the curtain…once I make a run for it..." He eagerly nodded withdrawing his agate wand the item looking odd in his long fingers but I turned back to the window repeating my personal punishment.

Forehead, meet window; again, and again, and again…

I didn't take heed of the noises behind me and perhaps I should have when-

"Well look at this Georgie…" Fred sang in that low mocking tone.

Oh,Merlin,no. Now I might be crushing (hard) on the twins, but I did not wear rose-colored glasses to their faults. But I had to cringe at that for several reasons;

One, Fred spoke first; and he did not sound happy. He was like the wicked witch of the west sometimes with his temper and right now I felt like a terrified munchkin. (Yes, I have a love for Muggle films. Wizard of Oz? Classic, muggles are fascinating really…). He was using that 'I just found someone new to prank drawl of his. Two, he was directing that sexy drawl at me. And Three….I absolutely hated it when he referred to George as Georgie.

Cue the cringe. Oh Godrics beard did that grate on my nerves; it was right up there with Umbridge's simpering laugh. Yeah, that bad; just like that old nursery rhyme 'Georgie, Poorgie…' It was so disgusting! There was something mocking and nauseatingly cute about the way he said it almost as if he were about to start speaking in that baby voice and Fred should never do that. Ever. George never seemed to mind it but hell I minded it enough for the both of us…. (Most words that ended in 'ie' had that effect on me though to be honest. Except for 'Freddie' that was kind of cute…oddly enough)

Reality:

"Our own little angel.." He sneered, making me cringe again, that cruel edge to his upturned lips was back and George only hummed in reply crossing his Quidditch-toned arms as they advanced and I turned around to meet my fate. I could almost hear the weepy tunes of my funeral march as I eyed them both miserably.

Looking at Wicky I whimpered. 'Wicky…you were supposed to wait until after I ran away…' Yeah ignoring them wasn't the brightest idea but it was keeping me sane for a brief beautiful moment before my certain doom. Poor Wicky's grungy lips trembled, his glossy eyes filled to the brim with tears, recognizing the pained look on my face, as he wailed and went through biting his hands horribly in punishment. I felt terrible making the young elf cry and most certainly would have stopped him, if the twins weren't still here.

"Run away?" George gasped mockingly, arching a ginger brow. "Why do that?" He cooed so sweetly, Lyra was even more on edge eyeing them wearily. 'I…" "We just want to talk to you…" Fred continued silkily taking another step and I reacted jumping and pointing down the endlessly empty hall. Why was there no one ever around!? "Oh look! McGonagall!" I tried, nearly hysterical. Though could you honestly blame the act of stupidity on my part? There seemed to be a theme here today.

Neither of the twins bothered to turn around, only paused and raised identically amused eye-brows. Obviously I was born a terrible liar. I deflated quickly in kind. "Oh right…" I mumbled, pushing my bangs from my eyes with trembling fingers. "Forgot who I was talking to...so…plan B then?" My lips twitched into a slightly maniacal grin, and gathering every bit of my Gryffindor courage-so none- I darted past them grabbing Wicky along the way and running like hell down the hall.

"Wait-"George yelled, the two crazy carrot tops actually giving chase (but really I didn't expect anything less), causing me to do the one thing I seldom (never) ever did. Resorting to my secret weapon, I yelled frantically to the only person…er…ghost that would and could gladly stop the twins.

"Peeves! I need you"

The shriek ripped out of my throat causing him to appear instantly (I could have cried with relief and kissed his ghostly cherub cheeks if he'd been alive!) his concerned eyes masked by the large grin and cackle. The bells on his hat chimed as he tilted his head. "Lyra-" But seeing me dart past without a greeting must have given an indication of why I needed him. "Oh! Itty, bitty, ickle Weasels giving chase! Watch me, watch me, stop them race!" He sang happily hurling what I recognized as the orange juggling balls I'd presented to him on my first day back at Hogwarts.

Juggling balls that just happen to explode when you threw them.. (please don't ask what I was thinking...right now, I don't even know.) and he was hurling them directly at the twins. I nearly fainted at the idea. Oh…Merlin…I was in trouble when the twins caught me..

But the distraction was enough to allow us to stand still long enough for Wicky to snap his long willowy fingers and apparate out of there to another, twin free, section of the school. Panting against the wall as a dozen curious portraits stared me down; I really had to ask myself...

Why,why, why had I opened my mouth?

First and probably the only chapter I will do in first person. I don't really like to do that, I feel like it's a bit chatty at times. But I think this was a good indication of how frazzled Lyra was about how the twins would react to her. She didn't know how they would react so she was building up a bunch of nervous energy over their reactions but left before finding out what it was…

And what will their reactions be?

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