Ok sorry about this chapter. It's a little brambly and its pretty long. but other then that i hope you enjoy it. I've reviewed what I want to write and there will probably be another four (4) or so chapters after this one. At least that's if I don't get side tracked again, so fingers crossed.

Chapter 7: The Re-Meeting

Well it seems I have gone and gotten myself a little off track. As I have mentioned previously I stopped talking to the Weasley's for a long time. Well except for Ginny, but she was always the closest to me (obviously apart from the Twins). And she was only seven (nearly eight) when the Incident happened. So it was easy for her to forgive after four years. Plus, she knew it wasn't my fault as I neither spilt the drinks nor was the one to yell.

Now don't get me wrong I am not blaming Fred for the Incident, or at least the outcome anyway, my mother on the other hand is another story completely. And yes for all those wondering we did make up the summer after my second year. But it took a lot of grovelling on her part. I am certain she would have tried it sooner; in fact, she did but I sent all her owls post letters back unopened with a firm "Return to Sender" stamped across them, and walked out of the room when she tried to floo call. I didn't even go home for Christmas that year, instead choosing to stay at Hogwarts.

Anyway I didn't talk to any of the Weasley males again while I was at Hogwarts, and me and Ginny really where only like friendly acquaintances. This was mostly due to us being in different houses and me being so much older than she was. But from her second year until I left we did have a weekly tea in the kitchens. (Saturdays at 3:30pm).

We would talk about our days and I would help her with any assignments or homework she was having trouble with. And yes I did start this tradition due to what happened during her first year. I feel awful about that. I felt that if I had have started the tradition or not have been leery about befriending the Weasley female again that I could have noticed, or prevented it. If I was only there for her in her time of need. I will always be grateful to Harry Potter for saving Ginny and for bringing back Cedric, even if he was not alive.

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Oh I am off track again.

So I didn't talk to any of the Weasley's after I left Hogwarts not even Ginny. Though she understood I was having a difficult time dealing after the death of Cedric. He was after all my best friend so I kind of shut off from the world during that summer. I hid at my parent's place and tried to think about what I wanted to do, and not think about the war that was encroaching. It was hard to ignore at my house, what with my dad's job and everything. He often came home reporting about all the things that were happening. And let me just say there was easily twice as much happening as the Profit was reporting the Ministry was doing an excellent job hushing it up. It also didn't help that my parents were up in arms and on different sides of the argument. Mum who had transferred and now worked under Deloris Um bridge was under the impression that Harry was a liar and that Dumbledore was a crackpot. While my dad was more supportive of the whole You Know Who being back though he was most definitely not thrilled with the idea.

So I was biding my time trying to figure out what I wanted to do after summer finished, because I was definitely not going to lounge around and live of my parent's dime as the muggles say. I was listening to the wizard wireless and trying to lose myself in the music but it was all old and all the station only catered to older and middle aged people, there were no stations dedicatee to the younger generations, and very few stations had programs for the younger generations and if they did it was only once or twice a week.

I was thinking about this and it suddenly struck me this is what I could do. People had often told me I had a great voice. So I decided to approach a station that I knew was not doing so well as they didn't have the listener capacity and couldn't afford to hire big acts to boost their numbers.

I set up the meeting for a fortnights time. This gave me time to research, plan and devices what I was going to say to convince the station that my idea and by extension me was what they needed to get some of their rating back.

At first I could tell that they were only indulging me because of my last name and that they weren't convinced that I actually knew what I was doing or that I couldn't possible have the answer to their problem. I was after all a Hufflepuff and despite my OWLs and NEWTs scores they were not convinced. Well I showed them. The plan I laid out was perfect as I knew it would be. I had spent weeks working on it and trying to fill as many foreseeable gaps as I could.

Needless to say they gave me what I wanted. I now had a two hour show every week day dedicated to the younger generation and it was set up a lot like the muggles radio shows, I would ask special guests in and promote them before hand, I would do wacky games and play music that was fresh and relevant to my audience. I would even periodically hold giveaways of concert or quidditch game tickets (I may have had a few connections through my friends at school). I would also get vouchers to stores and give them away as well.

They soon found out that I knew what I was talking about as their rates jumped whenever I was on the air. So they gave my more time and more freedom. In less than six months I went from the Hufflepuff who wet her pants in second year to the coolest wizard wireless DJ for the under 40's.

Now I bet right now that you are wondering how my job, my career is relevant in a story about how I get together or re-connect back with the Weasleys and most importantly Fred. Well I'll tell you.

It was through my work that I found out about WWW (Weasley Wizard Wheezers). You see I was very busy with my work. I was often researching new music and reading about what was popular with the younger generations in both the wizard and muggle worlds so that I could expand my base to try and include something that would interest everyone in the younger generations.

So it wasn't until they actually had their shop and became huge that I found out about them. At first I was shocked that they had a business up and running when they had just finished school a few weeks ago. Not only that but they were also already hugely successful. That's when I found out about them dropping out in their last month of school and not finishing their NEWTs. I also found out about how they left school and I kid you not, I had a smile on my face for a week (after laughing myself silly). I heard about them doing small time dealings and testing while they were at school in their last year. I could just imagine the Prefects faces, not to mention McGonagall's when she found out. That was when I became impressed. A little known fact about the twins is that they had been wanting that shop since they were kids. I was so happy that they had achieved their goal.

So as the glutton for punishment which I had obviously become, I decided to check it out. I figured that save for the Ginny I hadn't spoken to the Weasleys in years, nor have they spoken or tried to keep in contact with me or my family. So I figured that they had probably either; a) forgotten about me, or b) forgiven whatever it was that I had supposedly done.

I was wrong.

Granted it did take them time to notice me. I mean the shop was packed. And it wasn't just school students stacking up on items to prank their roommate, friends and enemies either. It was also full of people seeking to find some light in a world that had suddenly gone dark. It was like we had gone from walking up a staircase at midday to falling down it at dusk in the blink of an eye. The wizarding world had gone to shit in a matter of days.

The ministry was finally admitting they were wrong and everyone was preparing for another war. Preparing to move at a moment's notice, or to join a side and make a commitment. Buying protection charms and enchantments to help protect themselves and their families. Casting high powered protection spells on their family homes and preparing for the death of loved ones. Friends family, neighbours, acquaintances, hell even their enemies. We are, after all Human. Weather we be Witch, Wizard or Muggle, we all belong to the human race.

My point is, the shop was packed, I considered leaving and coming back at another time. But I soon realised that it was probably this crazy most opening hours, due to it being a light in the darkness that had suddenly come to the British wizarding world. I've even heard that the fighting was and is spilling over to the continent (Europe for anyone who didn't know what I meant) and may spread as far as the Americas and Australia.

But that's beside the point. After I had made the choice to stay I decided to browse and see if the crowd did thin at all. It did a little but it was barely noticeable. I had to congratulate them on their business strategy. It was a risky business opening a joke shop up in such uncertain times. And until they had to close it they Twins made a killing like a thief in the night. I had been there for almost an hour and a half and I recon I hadn't even looked at half of the shops good's. It was around this time that I was discovered by George. At first he treated me like he had any other costumer. I will admit I was disappointed about this, we were once the triplets after all. Then he recognised me and the charming smile fell right off of his face, and was replaced with a horrified look. If I wasn't so offended and affronted at this it would have been funny, and looking back it is.

He grabbed me a dragged me easily through the massive crowd (how I don't know as it was packed in the shop). Anyway he pulled me over to Fred who was in the middle of serving a customer. He looks over at us loses his smile for a split second then goes back to the customer with it firmly back in place. Seeing both of their reactions I try and pull away from George who is still gripping my wrist. 'I need to leave before I start to cry like a baby' is all I can think. I don't know why their reactions were effecting my so much I hadn't spoken to either one of them in around six and a half years. We are no longer friends in any sense of the word. They humiliated me to such an extent that I was still known for it in certain circles all these years later. Why did I still care about what they thought of me? I just couldn't make sense of it. But regardless of my movements to get free George just continues to hold on tightly, and refuses to release me. With a frustrated huff I stopped struggling but made it quite clear with my body language that I was not happy. He just smirks over at me.

Eventually Fred finishes with the customer and they leave. He calls over someone who I guess is one of their employees and he grabs my free wrist. And in the form of a train we plough right through the crowd, through a curtain and in to the back area which is only half as crowded as the front, but still very crowded. We continue on right through these customers and in to what I could only assume was their office. This is where I assume that they will yell at me for coming in to their shop and that they will tell me to get out and that I am banned from using or owning any of their products, as well as from their stores.

Instead I get bombarded by a sandwich hug. They both are hugging me at the same time. Fred in the front and George in the back. I instantly stiffen and try to wiggle out of it thinking that they were trying to lure me in to relaxing my guard so that they could humiliate me again. Feeling this and probably guessing the reason they let me go, but block the door so I can't make a run for it. Smart boys.

This is when they start to apologise for the pranks they prayed on my back in first year (my second year their first). They tell me that Ginny really missed our weekly teas and that they are grateful I was keeping an eye on their beloved baby sister. They tell me so many things they are sorry and grateful for, including being sorry for Cedrics death last year and grateful for my summer training program for quidditch. They went on like this for half an hour.

I wasn't sure if I believed them in the beginning but they eventually won me over with the amount and empathetic nature these thoughts, apologies and gratitude's were delivered. Through it all though they never explained why they did what they did. I know that it cannot be because of the Incident as it wasn't my fault in any way shape or form.

Eventually 45 minutes or so later I leave with a promise to meet and have lunch with them over the week end. And to let them give me a grand tour of the shop one day soon.

It still took two months for them to convince me that this was some elaborate plan to humiliate me again. But after that it was like the triplets were never parted.

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Love Always,

Mistress XoX