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23rd May 2006

3:00pm: Have you ever just had a weird talk with yourself?

I couldn’t handle seeing that letter there in Fred’s hand and knowing someone had to take it to Hannah. I left in a rush…Fred will probably be angry with me when we meet again. But, I just couldn’t think about it…her.

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Current Mood: pensive

21st April 2006

9:50pm: I miss her.
Seeing the place where Hannah works…it’s like a swift kick to the belly. I mean truly, how can one woman have such an affect on me? I want to look away. I really do not want to stare and think about it. Merlin I miss her. Everything seemed so clear just a few days ago. Was it only a few days ago?

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14th December 2005

11:27am: A visit to Hannah
She's beautiful. Inside and out, she's beautiful. And I'm the biggest prat on the face of the earth. Read more...Collapse )

13th December 2005

11:48pm: Indecision...
I have rolled up or tossed into the fire approximately fourteen pounds of parchment since this afternoon. Read more...Collapse )
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11:00pm: Sad, tired and confused
Well, the Plague'N'Pestilence Powder worked better than I expected. The muggle authorities have closed him down, and I doubt that the place will be habitable anytime soon. Read more...Collapse )
Current Mood: confused

12th December 2005

10:06am: Promises to myself
I can't believe what happened tonight, and I don't think I've been so bloody angry since Ron caught a grindylow in the pond and put it in the tub right before my bath when I was nine. Mum had to drag me off him and put a tinkling charm on me to keep me in the bathroom and away from him while she explained why putting a grindylow in someone's bath was a bad idea. Like he didn't know.

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Current Mood: angry

23rd November 2005

11:31am: Phoenix House
Harry, Ella and Tonks arrived rather earlier than expected, but luckily we were ready. The clown costumes went over rather well with our little protege – although I think it took Tonks a minute to figure out what the hell we were. Harry knew right off, of course, having been raised muggle.

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Current Mood: amused

22nd November 2005

10:17pm: Ah, the Gods are smiling!
We are, officially, slum lords. Well, if Belgravia could be considered a slum. Actually, I'm thinking I may have created a monster when I pushed Fred into buying the Borgin & Burke's building... within twelve days we have acquired both that little gold mine, and another... a three-flat luxury residence in Belgravia... for a little less than what Percy sold out his family for.

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20th November 2005

1:16am: Keeping on keeping on!
Bloody Ron. Bloody prat. You'd think that becoming a hit wizard would help him get out some of his latent aggressive tendancies, but no. What did he do, you ask? The bloody wanker sent us a “request” for repairs on his house! He seems to think that just because we own the house he lives in, we should update the plumbing to suit his needs. Some bloody thing about spraying his best MLE robes or something.

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7th November 2005

2:33pm: What's with Fred?
I don't know what genetic anomoly caused the difference between my twin and I. Perhaps it's the fact that Fred is three minutes older, but I really wish he'd lighten up sometimes. I mean, it's tough carrying the load when he decides to go all adult on us.

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2nd November 2005

2:49pm: I am George.
I am George. George I am. I'm not much for words, Fred is much better at that than I am – I prefer being a man of action... so, as we live pretty much in each other's back pocket, I'll let him tell the story. He's so much better at it than I.

Why, thank you, George.

Don't mention it. You may proceed.

I am, of course, Fred, of the infamous Weasley twins. We're the ones who pranked our way through six years of Hogwarts, made enemies...

And friends.

...everywhere, were feared and adored and made having strawberry red hair a fashion statement. We spent more time outside Hogwarts grounds than in, connived with Peeves...

I like to think we're the only ones who really understood him
...and are probably the only students in the history of Hogwarts that Madame Pomfrey refused to treat.

Well, after a while, anyhow.

We are the middle children...

Well, not really, but we don't count Percy, the git.

...of Molly and Arthur Weasley, a rather dotty wizard with a muggle fixation and a witch who could scream for England. Our older brothers, Bill and Charlie, think we're a bit of a joke...

We encourage that, actually.

...and our younger brother and sister... well, sometimes they love us and sometimes we annoy the heck out of them. We consider this one of our many missions in life. Our lives were peachy...

Are peachy, except for that little hiccup.

Things were peachy, until the spring of 1997.

Yes, that wasn't fun.

No, it wasn't. What we're talking about, of course, is the death of Dumbledore...

The only one who understood US, really.

...and all that went with it. That night, although we weren't there until later, was what changed a lot in our world... the magical world... and what really brought home to us what was going on, what needed to be done, and who needed to do it. We'd just turned nineteen that April -- April first, of course, is our birthday.

BirthDAYS! I'm not just the other half of you, you slimy git!

I can remember the most interesting presents we received that year. Ron, of course, sent us matching Chudley Cannons tshirts...

The lad has no imagination whatsoever. They weren't even charmed!

Ginny obviously spent rather more time on her gift.

Clever girl!

From her, we received all her research and untested instructions on how to encapsulate her infamous...

And startlingly effective!

...bat bogey hex into a tablet. Needless to say, we spent rather more than one sleepless night perfecting it. By the eighth, however, we had a working prototype...

Thank goodness, because I don't know how much more testing I was capable of.

...and sales at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes showed a significant uptake after that.

It was even worth the howler she sent us after someone at school managed to get one into her morning tea!

We made it up to her at her birthday, though. All that Amoritas potion...

I wonder why she wasn't as happy about that as we thought she'd be?

By the end of that summer things had changed dramatically. With the disappearance of Ron, who had trailed off after Harry and Hermione, our mother became even more unstable. Poor Ginny took the brunt of it, however, practically being a prisoner at the Burrow.

Rather a good thing that, actually. If she hadn't been home...

Yes, I know. Shut it and let me tell the story. Later that year the Burrow was attacked. The only ones home were Ginny and Mum and Dad... we were at the shop, Bill and Fleur were on their honeymoon... but the Aurors came quick enough when the alarm was raised, and most of the Order was there right quick. But it was Ginny...

Ginny held them off. Apparently that walrus git Slughorn was good for something besides holding down a chair. He had slipped Ginny a vial of Felix Felicious, the luck potion, before she left school that spring... after Dumbledore... well...

It was that that saved her. They'd come for her, see. They knew what she was to Harry, and Voldemort wanted her dead. With the help of the potion, she managed to dodge them all, and even got in a few good hits of her own. A lot of people died that night...

Good people.

But she got out. And Mum and Dad. The Burrow was pretty much gone, though. We wanted to take them to the shop... we thought the apartment upstairs would do, but the Order made a good point. Where better to look for them? And we couldn't exactly put the shop under the Fidelius...

Bad for business, that.

So they went to Grimmauld Place. They were safe then.

Wouldn't say the same for the Death Eaters who attacked them. After Harry found out, I mean.

Yes, bad that. Harry, of course, managed to get his head out of his arse long enough to figure out that Ginny wasn't any safer away from him than with him...

Something WE told him all along!

... and the three of them got their tails home as soon as they heard of the attack. Ah, the reunion was a lovely thing to see. Harry and Ginny running to each other across the lounge... Hermione and Ron with tears in their eyes... Mum screaming up a storm at them for buggering off without a word...

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Neverending Fireworks going off all over the place...

Mum trying to banish them...

The fireworks doubling... tripling... quadrupling, as she continued...

Until Hermy stuck her nose in... damned witch. It was going so well, too.

I think we have to forgive her. After all, they'd been through a lot.

True. Mum was even more ticked, later though, when the four of them disappeared. We didn't see them again until spring, right after our twentieth birthday, actually.

It wasn't RIGHT after.

Well, it was April.


I remember, because you were seeing that tart from that new pub, the Jug and Wand. Remember? The one with lime green hair and the really big...?

She wasn't human, but she was very beautiful.

Right. Moving right along. We were officially inducted into the Order that April, right after they came home. They needed the Order's help. The little buggers said they'd found a way to destroy old Snake-face, but had to have help finding him. May of that year was... interesting...

To say the least.

That was... well, we closed the shop up. Lee had been working for us, filling in where he could when we couldn't be there, but it just wasn't working. It was way too busy, and he couldn't keep up. We didn't want it to affect our friendship. Something that business, we have found, can do quite easily.

Cough Alicia cough...

Shut it. In any case, we closed up shop. Harry offered to pay for several staff members to run things and keep it open while we did what we had to do, but we would have had to train anyone but those who already knew what we did, and how we did it, and all of those people were pretty much involved in this thing.

Even Lee.

Even Lee. Ruddy good bloke, him. The Order set up a trap. We waited for hours for Snake-face and his crew to show, but Harry was certain they would. Harry was right. Harry, strangely, is generally right. We'll have to look into that a little further now that he and...

You're getting ahead of yourself, mate.

Right. Well, we waited. Mum was frantic... see, every single one of us...

Except the git.

... except Percy, were there that night. Ron, Ginny and the others weren't there yet, but no one but the Order knew that. But Charlie, Bill, Dad and the two of us were there. Mum waited at Grimmauld...

She would have bloody been in the thick of it if Dad hadn't stopped her.

The woman is a genius with cooking charms, but I don't think she can't throw an Expelliarmus to save her life.


But we were all involved, and I can't imagine what that was like for her, sitting back at Grimmauld place... just waiting. The waiting was bad enough at Godric's Hollow. The grass was wet. It was cold and dark and...

We don't really have to relive that part, do we?

No. No, we don't. It was awful. I'm no coward, but... it was awful. When Charlie...

Don't, mate.

Well, it was bad. By the time Ron and the others showed up after taking care of that bitch of a snake... well, the game was pretty much up. I'm not ashamed to say that they were winning. They had four times as many as we did... it was bad. Anyhow, Ron and Ginny and Harry and Hermione showed up... and Voldemort... it was like he was laughing at them. He said something about being immortal, or the next best thing, but Harry just stood there, staring at him, and started pulling things out of his rucksack. Every time he dropped something on the ground, old Snake Face looked more pissed. Turns out, they were all horcruxes, and as Harry destroyed them, Voldemort got weaker and weaker... and then Harry just... he started flinging curses... and after a few minutes of this...

The Dark Lord was defeated with a Sectumsempra. Rather appropriate, don't you think? Dividing his body as he had divided his soul?

Yes. Yes, it was. Well, the world went crazy after that. Voldie was dead... the partying that summer was unbelievable. McGonagall reopened Hogwarts that year, and the four of them went back to school.

Despite our best arguments.

Yes, well, I suppose it was good for them. Hermione, especially. We reopened the shop and, well, that year was startlingly successful. Apparently everyone was in the mood to celebrate, and pranking others came high on the list.

The Voldie Effigy Dolls were especially popular.

We actually made enough galleons that year to finish off the flat above the shop and to buy the building next door. The potion shop was happy to stay on in the premises at a reduced rent while we renovated the flat above, which was rather larger than our flat. After we rented it out, we went on to buy two other buildings in Diagon Alley...

We should have bought the Borgin and Burkes' building when it came available... bloody goldmine that.

Mate, Mum would have fed our pink bits to Pig.

Erm.... right.

Ron, the bloody git, shocked us all when he announced that the Cannons wanted him to try out... who'd have thought it? Harry went off to Auror training, and Hermione...

She bloody broke his heart, you know.

Mate, everyone has to make their own choices.

I still say we ought to have done something about that. You can't just tear the heart out of a bloke like that and...

Are you talking about Hermione and Ron or you and Katie? Right? We promised Ron we'd stay out of that one, mate, and that is one promise I intend to keep... and hold you to, as well. It was bloody amazing that she got offered the position at Delphi. She couldn't turn something like that down. This is Hermione we're talking about... higher learning... education? Right. Stay out of it. Anyhow, it turns out that Ron wasn't up to playing in the big leagues, but he's been right useful around here occasionally. We're not really sure what he's doing with the rest of his time.

And we really don't want to know.

In the meantime, we've acquired several buildings along the Alley, not to mention three muggle flats that we rent out, all in London. We've found that real estate is even more lucrative than pranking, and have quite a nice little nest egg to see us through. George here is still heartbroken over Katie... but I'm living life...

You mean you're not picky.

Oi, birds flock for a reason, my friend. We moved into the flat next door when our renters moved out, leaving Gin-Gin alone in the old flat. I think she likes living there alone.

I think she got sick of going home to Mum and Dad whenever we kicked her out for a night. She's happier now that we've moved next door.

Rightly so. But if you think she was going home to Mum, you're thicker than I thought you were.


Whenever we tossed her for the night, she didn't go home. She went to Harry's flat.


Come on, mate, you're not that thick. She'd come back the next morning more often than not, wearing one of his tshirts.

I didn't think the prat had it in him! A girl with that many brothers? Is he stupid?
Harry does have a two bedroom flat, mate. I prefer to continue thinking of my sister as innocent and untouched. Otherwise I'd have to pound him.


This is Harry-bleeding-Potter we're talking about, my friend. Sister or no, do you want to take him on?

Ah, right.

Moving right along. It's been a very good two and a half years since the Dark Lord fell. His Death Eaters are all but gone, most of them disappeared in the night, and Harry and the others are now rounding them up. Harry's an auror. He and Tonks actually drew each other as partners, so we know it won't be long before cleanup is complete. After that, it's just a matter of keeping the peace, I think. I don't imagine anyone will want to rock that particular boat for a while.

Business is good, we have several property investments that are paying off handsomely, and we even manage to find time to pull a few pranks occasionally. Fred... tell them about Tonks!

Umm... I don't think...

Oh, go ON!

Well... she did look rather...


She didn't seem to think so, though. The effects of the Supermodel Sour were rather... incongruous... when teamed with her particular brand of clumsiness. Longer legs just seemed to make that... well... worse.

But when she stood STILL, she looked HOT!

Well, yes... but I think you learned your lesson upon pointing that out to her.

Three weeks with a pigs tail and ears was well worth seeing her...

Yes, well...

I'm still not sure that I understand that word she used.

Chauvinist, George. Actually, she called you a chauvinistic pig. Thus, the ears and tail. Not to mention the snorting.

Well, she got her own back, didn't she?

The pig's tail...

I was talking about Ella, actually. I'm still trying to figure out how a two year old managed to hex us with breasts.

Lactating, too. Takes some skill, that.

I think she was just hungry. She'd never hex her favorite playmates intentionally.

Sometimes, my dear brother, twin or not, you really disgust me.
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