A/N: I had started a George/OC story, but I decided against it and took it down. This is a sort of AU to its non-AU counterpart, considering in this story my OC meets George completely differently from how she really does. …does that make any sense? I've so many HP stories going on, I'll try to update this one as often as possible! Believe it or not, but this story actually got put into writing because of the first conversational sentence.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HP or any canon character you might find…maybe one day I'll sneakily get her to sign the rights over to me, but until then. I own the plot and all OC's. The title of the story is their shop name, but instead of wizard it's wizarding, hope that's not confusing. Lol Also there won't be any more of these, because you know I don't own HP.
I'd like to thank my wonderful beta reader Rufi and for her not killing me (yet). She's great!!
Chapter 1 - Say It Right
Molly Weasley sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow which sat a good few miles from the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. They had a large orchard that kept the house out of view from the Muggle townsfolk. Mrs. Weasley sighed happily as she watched three young children playing outside in the front yard, chasing small gnomes around the garden patch; the little gnomes laughed in haughty voices as the children would fail at catching them, and eventually give up.
It didn't seem to take long before a little girl's voice rang out while Arthur Weasley read the Daily Prophet, which had been sitting on the table since that morning.
"Auntie Molly! Auntie Molly! The boys keep changing on me!" the little girl— no more than six— tried to say with nobility, but failed as she was more angry than anything else.
Arthur chuckled behind his paper.
"How do they keep changing on you, Chloe dear?" Molly asked the little girl, who was the daughter of a good friend of Molly's. Chloe found it easier to call her Auntie Molly rather than Mrs. Weasley due to the fact it was relatively hard for her to say.
The little girl pulled one of her loose braids over her shoulder, twirling the hair around her fingers. "When I ask Fred to get me something, he says he not Fred; he's George. So when I call George, George; Fred says that he isn't George, he's George!" Chloe said in an annoyed voice, her facial expression coupled with her voice throwing Arthur and Molly into fits of laughter.
This obviously didn't help, as the little girl burst into tears.
"It's not funny!" she sobbed. "It's…it's…annoying! They're…always…tea-teasing me!"
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry; we didn't mean to laugh," Molly said, as she tried to console the child. "Let's go sort those mean little boys out, hmm?" she asked, taking the little girl's hand and directing her back outside.
Fred and George looked over to their approaching mother and their friend Chloe, whose long, brown braids were loosely done because of the pulling they had done on them when she arrived. The gnome in their hands wiggled its way free during the boys' distraction and dived into the hole it had been plucked from.
"Oh, man; we lost it!" one twin cried out. "We could have used it to scare Chloe!"
Molly approached the twins with Chloe in tow. "Now you two, sort yourselves out and tell Chloe which is which!" she said.
"She's such a crybaby; we were just playing with her!" one twin said as the other suck his tongue out.
"I am not!" Chloe said, sticking her tongue out also as she wiped her tear stained face.
"Are too!" the twins said in unison.
"I'm gonna tell my mum on you!" she said without doubt.
"So what? Your mum can't do anything to us; she's not our mum!" the twin to the right said.
"Shall I have to give her mother permission to spank you?" Molly retorted raising an eyebrow. The twins' faces dropped, showing an expression of pure horror.
"Alright, we're sorry!" they said.
"Very good; now sort yourselves out to her," Molly said. "Be nice because this is the last play…no, Ron, don't eat the dirt!" she cried, running over to Ron to stop the dirt eating of the four-year-old.
Chloe pulled both her braids over her shoulder to try and shield them from the boys who might try to pull on them again; her fingers coiling around one end slowly. Just as Mrs. Weasley was out of ear shot, the twins pulled Chloe along farther into the garden.
"George has got a mole I don't," one twin retorted, pointed to his brothers neck, who had to be George because he had a small mole on the right side of his neck.
"How do I know that that's George and not Fred?" the little girl asked, still fiddling with her braids.
Both boys got a large grin on their face; "Well you don't, do you?" they said and pulled on her braids before running off.
"And don't play with us anymore!" the one she thought to be Fred, because he didn't have the mole on his neck, said. "You're a tattletale and would get us into trouble!"
Chloe sighed softly in sadness and sat by Ron on one of the swings as the little boy swung himself. His mother watched a few feet away, sitting in one of the lawn chairs and enjoying the falling of night.
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Molly filled up her children's' plates with dinner that night as they wiggled their short legs just above the ground.
"Mum, when is Chloe gonna come back and play with us?" George asked as he dug into his food.
"She's not, dear," Molly said softly as she took a seat.
Fred and George looked up and gasped.
"Why not?" the boys demanded simultaneously.
"Today was your last play date; Chloe is moving to the states tomorrow morning," their mother said sadly.
"What?" they said in unison.
"Now I feel bad," George mumbled, stirring the food around in his plate.
"Why is that?" Arthur asked his son before he took a swig of water.
"We told her not to play with us anymore 'cause she was a tattletale and she looked sad!" Fred said looking completely sad.
"Well, I'm sure you'll see her again one day," their father replied.
"Yeah, but we'll feel awful until then!" George retaliated very much to everyone's laughter.
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George laughed at the memory; Chloe having popped up suddenly in his thoughts while the Weasley family sat around the table, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter joining them for the rest of the summer. Mrs. Weasley regaled them with the tale of how the twins would pick on Chloe, and she'd try her best to get back at them.
"I still feel bad about what we said," George retorted, stirring his spoon through his soup.
"Me too. We never got to say good-bye," Fred said with a smile.
"Not that it would have been much of a good-bye. You two would have ended up pulling on her braids!" Mr. Weasley laughed.
"Yeah," George and Fred said in unison with large, identical grins.
"I sort of remember her," Ron said, "I know she use to play with me on the swing set when we were really little."
"That she did. Bill and Charlie, you two were absolutely taken with her before we had Ginny; you two paraded her around like a sister!" Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "She was only three at the time and you were ten and eight."
"She use to really love Halloween; said the decorations were for her!" Bill laughed as the others listened to their memories as they sat around the kitchen table at number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Bill and Charlie were staying for dinner because of the Order.
"Never really understood why though."
"Her birthday was on Halloween," Fred and George said, as everyone laughed.
"That explains it!" Bill said, laughing as well.
"You always were a little slow, bro," Charlie replied, with a broad grin.
"Whatever happened to her? Did you hear from her again?" Remus Lupin questioned, sorting through his plate of food.
"Nope. I guess she hated us," Fred answered, with small smile.
"Iain, her father, got promoted to Head of Auror Headquarters in the States' Ministry of Magic," Mr. Weasley said, looking up from his meal.
"I had no clue!" Mrs. Weasley said, surprised. "Quinn hardly writes to me anymore, I'm afraid. Must be terrible busy with Roy and Deon. You know she had twin boys!"
Everyone laughed at that. "Chloe must be happy with that," Harry said.
"Probably not, considering how much she hated it when we switched on her!" Fred laughed, reaching for another roll. "I don't remember them though, they never really came over."
"Roy and Deon are about Harry's age," Mrs. Weasley said, nodding her head.
"That means I'm older than them?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head, "Only a few months probably!" he said.
"Mum, what got you talking about Chloe?" Charlie asked, the question everyone was wondering.
Mrs. Weasley smiled brightly at this and said, "Got a letter from Quinn just the other day, asking if they could stay with us here for the summer. Chloe, Roy, and Deon are going to Hogwarts this year, and they're going to finish up their education with you lot. You know Salem ended for Chloe her fifth year."
"What?" Remus asked, looking at Sirius briefly. "Tell me you said 'no' Molly."
"Of course not, all five of them are in the Order! Albus said that it was quite fine, and they already know about Sirius so there's no need to worry," Mrs. Weasley retaliated.
Everyone looked on, flabbergasted.
"What do you mean they're in the Order? Fred and George aren't, and they are?" Ron questioned in annoyance.
"Albus never told us about this," Sirius Black said.
"Yeah; why does Chloe get to be in the Order and we can't? We're older than her!" the twins demanded as well.
Molly sighed exasperatedly, "One, you're only a few months older than her; two, her magic and the twins' magic is far more advanced than yours. There's a reason Salem ends their fifth year. Albus has been getting foreign wizards to join us for years; for Merlin's sake, ask Charlie! Quinn was in the Order when the first war started!"
"That's not right!" Fred snapped.
Remus and Sirius chuckled. "So, what has the girl been doing all year if she wasn't in school? Didn't she take her N.E.W.T's?" asked Sirius.
"She's been home tutored," Molly explain. "Madame Fangrey had the three hold back on taking the N.E.W.T's until they've graduated at Hogwarts."
"Fangrey is still there?" Remus and Sirius said, in shock.
"You know her?" Harry asked, looking between the two older men.
They both laughed, "Yeah we know her."
"Who is she?" Ron asked.
"Madame Fangrey is Salem Witches Institute's Headmistress, and has been in the position as long as Dumbledore has at Hogwarts. S.W.I only has up to five years, unlike Hogwarts with seven. Because of this, the core courses are twice as hard and they are learning things by their fifth year that seventh years at Hogwarts— and even some grown wizards and witches— wouldn't try! Students are exceptionally gifted if they stay with it, and their school system allows you to skip up a year if you're talented enough, at the Headmistress' discretion. The United States has the highest record of the youngest witches and wizards to go to work for their Ministry of Magic," Hermione answered, finally entering into the conversation.
"They have the largest library in magical history, and instead of a castle hidden somewhere on the land, their school is in the sky! It's rumored to be somewhere about the West Coast! They also have to take a mandatory flying class their first year like us, but their Quidditch players learn to fly a totally different style!"
The group stared at her in an awkward silence until she said, "I read it in An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe; it was mentioned briefly in reference to Hogwarts."
"What do you mean their Quidditch players ride a different style?" Harry asked.
"They ride their broomsticks like snowboards," Sirius explained. "They have a sticking charm made into the broom like the cushion charms on yours."
"How do you know that?" Ron asked, having already known what snowboards and skiing were because of Hermione explaining it to him one Christmas holiday in the past. Harry nodded his head in agreement to the question at hand.
"We had a friend that went there," Remus answered, not giving them the complete truth.
"Oh," Harry and Ron said, in unison.
"So, when are they to arrive?" Remus asked, going back to his meal.
"Tomorrow!" Mrs. Weasley grinned. "Quinn is bringing them before she goes back to the U.S. I imagine they'll arrive tomorrow night."
Fred and George looked at each other, wearing evil identical grins. "Oh, this should be fun!"
A/N: Tell me what you think please! I've got the second chapter done, but am working on the third. I like to have a chapter under my belt before posting another. Shouldn't take me long.
OTHER NOTES:
- I took liberty with S.W.I. The school is never described as far as I've searched and read. Afraid only Rowling knows. So the idea of the school is owned by me but not the school name itself. Does that make sense?