I grimaced as I looked up at the... Monstrosity that was before me. That's what it was. Others said the Hogwarts Express. I said Monstrosity. I looked behind me, not knowing what to expect. I just saw more kids running around with their trunks. I sneered in disgust as I watched them. Stupid kids, why couldn't they just stay still? I huffed and pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. My hair fitted me, jet black, like no-one would know. You wouldn't have known there was such a black possible unless you'd seen it on me. My eyes were cool too. Green with noticeable ice blue specks in them. They could pierce through anything. Not in the literal sense. That was one of the things I couldn't do. I could make people shrink back from the intensity of one of my looks, though. I had done it many times before, still do, if needs be. It was a good defence mechanism. That's what my Father said.

My own family weren't here, thank Godric. I would be screwed if they found me. I ran away, you see. You wouldn't blame me. My home life was hell. Especially since Voldemort wasn't around to protect me from Father. I was from Norway, meaning I had lived quite near to my old school, Durmstrang, but if you don't, you're going to see. Well, I was coming-How about I explain it using memories instead, hey? It's a lot easier for me, my being telekinetic and everything.

I had come back from playing at my friend, Mary's house, and I saw Dad there with a scary looking man. I mean scary. He scared me. I did not let that show though. That wasn't like me. I was a strange child, even from a young age.

'Is this her, Kurtif?' the man sneered. I listened to him and was curious as to why he called Father by our last name. That was rude. He also spoke in perfect Norwegian, causing me to be able to understand him. He didn't look Norwegian. Yet, he could speak it perfectly. Then I realised he was probably using a translation charm. Ah, the joys of magic. I looked up at him, moving my long black hair out of my face and staring at him through my strange eyes. I saw him twitch and smirked. I knew my eyes freaked him out. He just wouldn't show it.

'Yes, this is Leia.' Father nodded, whilst I continued to stare at this man and HIS freak eyes. Bright red, as if they were bleeding. Not as good as mine. They didn't have MY effect. I was one of a kind, even back then, I was amazing.

'Well, Leia, you are going to be a very special person to me...' the man nodded, and I shook my head.

'No, I want to stay with Mummy!' I said fiercely. Father stepped forward and slapped me across the face, sending me sprawling across the floor, his face twisted in rage.

'Don't you DARE refuse the Dark Lord!' he snarled. I was shaking violently, but still managed to glare at Father, causing him to cower away, trying to look scary, but failing. I wasn't scared of him. Never was, never will be. Happy with my Father's reaction, I looked up at the man and smirked as he twitched again. I refused to cry. He knew that.

'Now, Kurtif, leave her. I like her attitude. Leia, I will not take you from your family. Although you are going to be my... Eh, weapon.' he said, his mouth turning into a sinister smile. I shook my head again, and gasped when I was kicked in the ribs by Father. The man knelt down beside me, his facial expression completely different. 'I do not like it when people refuse me!' he growled. I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck and nodded. His expression changed in a flash, and he went back to a soft, but intimidating face. 'You'll do it?' he asked. I flinched. I'd have to. I nodded slowly and looked into his eyes.

'I will, but first. I wish to know your name. You know mine. It is only manners.' I said firmly, the Norwegian language giving it a bit of an intimidating tone. Yes, I was three, yes, my language was rather advanced. I had grown up quickly, learnt to speak, learnt to be polite, it was life. He chuckled softly.

'My name is Voldemort,' he said, taking my nod as indication to continue. Voldemort. I'd be able to remember that. Probably. 'Now, we must get started.' he said, helping me up from the ground and waving his wand so the pain left my body, causing me to smile in gratitude. 'Hold out your left arm.' he ordered. I raised an eyebrow. What was he going to do to me? I lifted it up, still worried about what he was going to do. I wish I'd known now, I may have been able to stop him. He touched his wand to my forearm and I hissed in pain as it burnt fiercely. It was as if fire was burning through my veins, but coming to rest at the place where he'd put his wand, and the area around it. I felt him take his wand off and I chanced a look at it, seeing a tattoo. I looked at it and smiled. Then, I noticed something as Father held his arm out to compare them. Ours were similar. Not the same, though. His was a black skull with snakes protruding from it, whereas mine was a black skull with daggers coming out, covered in blood, surrounded by a circle which looked as if it were dripping blood. Father looked at me and frowned. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I wanted to know. Soon I'd be able to.

'Hold out your right wrist.' Voldemort commanded. I complied straight away, and he pulled a sharp looking knife out of his robes. I looked at it, not fearfully, but awestruck. I was a strange girl, even then. I say it again so you know what I mean. Everyone commented about it. I didn't care though.

'That's a nice knife!' I grinned. He lowered it and slid his index finger across it, before looking at me.

'Thank you. Now, don't pull your wrist back, no matter what.' he said. I nodded and he quickly slit my wrist and I gasped, watching the warm red blood dribble down my wrist and into a jar he had conjured. I wasn't scared. No way. Just... Surprised. He took the jar back and started to add ingredients and separate potions to it, and finally, his own blood. It hissed and bubbled as this dropped in and I raised my eyebrows, liking the sound. It sounded way cool. He lifted it up and looked at me, expecting me to back away, looking surprised when I didn't. He poured the mixture onto the cut he had made and I winced until he put some Phoenix Tears onto it and it healed up immediately. I grimaced and looked into Voldemort's eyes.

02051998

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. 'Why can I see numbers in your eyes?' I asked, curiously. I couldn't do that before. He winced and I smirked, liking the way I made him feel uncomfortable.

'Don't tell me them. That will be my death. Which will be in hundreds of years.' he said firmly. I gaped at him, but nodded. He didn't need to know his number. It was coming, though. I wanted to warn him. He seemed like a good guy, he hadn't hurt me like Father had, he seemed to get me, but he told me not to tell him, and I respected him enough not to. One fact that interested me was that this was the day after my birthday. May day was my birthday. He'd die the day after.

This girl will be amazing...

'Thank you, Voldemort, I hope I will be.' I smiled, holding back a laugh as his eyes widened slightly. He cocked his head to the side, as if viewing something terrifically rare and interesting.

'Interesting...' he muttered. Then his eyes perked up, as if an idea came to his head. 'Concentrate on this stone here,' he instructed, taking a stone from his robes. I stared at it and took it into my mind, making sure it was the only thing I was thinking about. It was difficult at first, but it got easier. 'Now, squish your index finger and your thumb together.' he said, so I did. I gasped as the stone crumpled into millions of pieces. A small grin appeared on my face.

'Now, THAT is cool!' I decided. He nodded breathlessly, and I could hear his mind whirling around, thinking many thoughts at once. He was happy though. I could sense that.

'Try to repel this curse using a shield.' he said, taking his wand out in a flash and pointing it at me.

'But I don't-' I started, but it was too late and he shot a curse at me. I quickly projected something I didn't even know I had. A shield. The spell bounced off harmlessly, aiming back at Voldemort and he repelled it lazily. I smirked at him and decided to be creative with my new found abilities. I raised my hand and used my mind to pick up a book in the room and send it flying at Voldemort. He grimaced and waved his wand, keeping it away from him. I grinned and concentrated my energy onto my feet, causing myself to hover a few feet off of the ground. I looked at Father, to see him still frowning, and decided to tune into his thoughts.

Why is she getting all the attention? Why couldn't one of us more faithful servants do it?

I scowled as I heard him think and decided to project my thoughts into his head. Or, rather, to see if I could actually do it.

Maybe because he knows I'll become more devoted than you? Or that I'll last longer?

Father looked at me and gaped, before looking angry. Voldemort looked between us and nodded in understanding.

'Bring her to the next Death Eater meeting.' Voldemort instructed, smiling appreciatively. Father looked at him and nodded, not meeting his eyes. I looked at Voldemort and grinned at him, watching him Disapparate. When he was gone, I was beat again for saying that to Father. When it was over, I ran my hands along the bruises that had started to appear and they healed, much to my satisfaction.

I don't heal myself anymore. It takes too much out of me. After that healing, I had gone to sleep for 26 hours straight. Now, the more important point to that story. Ever since then, I had been a Death Eater. Actually, I was Voldemort's Second in Command, you could say. You may feel sorry for me, but I was proud. Very proud. All Death Eaters were afraid of me and my strange mark. Select few knew of my abilities, Voldemort hadn't found it prudent to make it known to them. Like Bellatrix. She knew. She didn't like me as I was Voldemort's top dog. I know what you're all thinking, 'She's fifteen! She was three when she was changed!' but we don't think of it like that. I'm more powerful than all of them put together. Hell, I'm more powerful than Voldemort! No-one can deny that, but, then again, no-one says, just in case he gets mad. Voldemort probably knew where I was. Probably. I knew he wasn't gone, no way, he'd be back. I knew he would, a one year old child couldn't defeat him just like that. I had heard about the boy in his mind, Voldemort said how the boy was evil, how he couldn't be allowed to live, for the Wizarding Community's safety. I hadn't left a note or anything to indicate where I had gone. I smirked and climbed onto the Monstrosity, looking, and finding, an empty compartment.

'Hey, can we sit here?' I looked up from my book to see three girls standing outside of the compartment, each poking their heads inside the door. One had dark skin and black braids flying around her hair, one had dirty blond hair that was rather wild, and the other had long brown hair that looked immaculate.

'No,' I said slowly. 'No, sorry, you can't.'

I learnt English from my Mother, she was English and wished for me to be able to speak it. I still had my Norwegian accent, just speaking English. I found it hard to grasp at first, but it got easier.

'Why not?' Clean-Girl asked. I just sent them a look. That one look, and they cowered back, before running off. I smirked and put my book down, before changing into my Hogwarts robes. I had yet to be sorted. I wouldn't until I got there, obviously. So, I had a black tie that was charmed to change colour when I was sorted. I looked at it and sighed. I had heard about the houses, having bought a copy of Hogwarts: A History in a store called Flourish and Blotts, wanting to know everything about the school I was hoping to stay at. I was hoping that this tie would be going green. Slytherin. It would be preposterous for me not to go there.

No-one else bothered me, after those three girls, they were probably scared, and I got to Hogwarts peacefully. My Godric, that castle. A lot bigger, better and much more grand than Durmstrang! I smiled as I watched it get closer, being in a boat with ickle firsties, and continued to row. I could have used my powers to will us along, but then people would have found out. No-one could know about my powers. They'd tell Dumbledore. I really don't think he'd want a Death Eater in his school, do you? We got there, after a while of rowing, and I waited at the back of the line to be sorted. The ickle firsties were going first, then I'd be called on. I was going to time it perfectly, hopefully, so that I entered before they said my name, hoping no-one would find out what it was. It'd be easier for me to blend away, then. I listened carefully and watched the last firstie leave and waited.

'Now, for our exchange student from Durmstrang-' I knew the elderly professor was about to say my name, so I quickly marched out, like I would have at Durmstrang and sat on the stool, placing the ragged old hat on my head. I couldn't believe I was wearing this. I wouldn't be found dead in it. I grimaced as it spoke to me, not expecting the low raspy voice I had heard shout out so many names. Maybe it used two voices. Maybe it was an incredibly clever hat. Wait, what am I talking about, it speaks, of COURSE it's clever!

Hmm... You could be a brilliant Slytherin... I sense cunningness and ambition, oh yes, a lot of it. Although, I think you could be a better Gryffindor.

I gasped. No! No, people might leave me alone if I'm a Slytherin! Put me there!

The hat sighed and I beamed. I knew it was going to comply.

'GRYFFINDOR!' It shouted, and I growled, watching the people cheer. Gryffindor! When Voldemort found out, he'd kill me. Probably not literally. I scowled and squeezed the hat tightly, before yanking it off of my head and storming to the Gryffindor table. As I sat down, everyone looked at me. I glared at them and smirked as they turned away hastily. Except a certain boy. Black hair, green eyes, glasses, lightning scar... I gaped at him, before growling slightly and scowling. He was the enemy. The one who had nearly killed Voldemort. Potter saw me scowl and looked away quickly. I looked around for more starers and say two boys. Twins.

Flaming red hair, bright blue eyes which were glinting mischievously and grins to match. Not that I looked at their eyes. They waved slightly, identically, and I scowled. They looked at each other and chuckled, before going back to their food. I raised an eyebrow at two things. One, that was not the reaction I expected. Two, they were obviously having a conversation in their head. How? Twin senses, obviously. I sighed and looked at the Staff table, searching for the familiar face I so needed to see, my fellow Death Eater, Severus Snape. I sought him and caught his eye. I couldn't see his numbers from here, luckily, so it was fine to look. I waved at him, and he waved back, a slight look of disgust clearly written on his face.

Severus, I agree, Gryffindor is crap.

Severus nodded. I looked and saw people gaping at me again, this time for knowing a teacher, waving at him, and him waving back.

'Take a picture, it'll last longer.' I snarled. I heard the twins chuckle at this and scowled at them, using the best look I had, causing them to cower. Finally. I smirked and ate in silence, ignoring anyone who tried to make conversation with me. I also spent it not telling people my name. You don't know how happy I was to go back to the Gryffindor common room. Even if it was Gryffindor. I found a seat in the corner of the common room, away from everyone else. I was left alone. For a bit. I took my book out; I was reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronté. Yes, I enjoy reading classics. I've also read To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lees. Then I was interrupted.

'Hello! We decided we'd welcome you to Hogwarts, like the lovely people we are!' I continued to look at my book, not wanting to look up at whoever was talking to me.

'Hello? We're talking to you!' said another voice. It sounded like the first, but you could tell it was someone else, due to the tone of voice. Annoyed. I sighed and looked up to see two boys, both with flaming red hair and looking identical.

'You have welcomed me.' I said simply, before going back to my book. I saw in the corner of my eyes that they turned to each other and were having a conversation in their heads.

Gred. What do we do?

I dunno, Forge. All I know is that this girl is weird.

'Thank you, we all know I'm weird,' I stated, glaring up at them. They looked at me, astonishment written on their faces, before cowering back from my glare. Heh. Worked again. 'And what type of names are Gred and Forge?'

'How the hell did you know that?' the one called Gred asked. I stared at him. Crap. I'd forgotten to cover myself up. People weren't meant to know what I could do. Voldemort'd kill me. I shrugged.

'I heard people calling you it.' I said lamely. They stared at me.

'They're not our actual names. We're Fred and George.' George said, pointing at the correct twin in turn. I sighed. I was not going to tell these two my name. No way, I did not associate with people. Not at all.

'May we ask what your name is?' Fred asked. I glared at him again, smirking slightly as he cowered.

'No, no you may not, you don't want to get involved with me, and I don't want to get involved with you.' I said, not meeting either of their eyes. I couldn't meet their eyes. If I looked into their eyes. We all know what would have happened.

'Why wouldn't we want to get involved with you?' Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Exactly for the reason everyone says. I'm weird.' I said bluntly. Fred opened his mouth to speak, but George jumped in first.

'We should be allowed to hang out with whoever we want' I shook my head at George.

'Not with me. Plus, your twin doesn't like me.' I said, desperate for a reason to make them leave me alone. Fred opened his mouth to speak, but, once again, George jumped in.

'He could learn to like you!'

'Hey, I didn't say I didn't like her, I just thought she was weird!' Fred said defensively, holding his hands up. I rolled my eyes, but laughed silently.

'True that.' I muttered, listening to the twins chuckle.

'Anyway, back to the subject, why would you being weird stop us from liking you?' George asked. I looked at my lap. I was just hoping he would leave me alone soon. Get it into his head that it wasn't going to happen. I was going to get my education, finish school, and then... Well. I didn't know. If I wasn't working with Voldemort, I would have wanted to work in the Ministry, but he'd probably have other plans for me. I came back down to Earth just as George was speaking again. 'We're weird as well!' I scoffed at this, staring at my arms and rubbing them instinctively. George raised an eyebrow and grabbed my bruised arm, making me yelp in pain. It hurt, bruises always do when touched. He drew the sleeve of my jumper back and gasped, turning to look at me, trying to look me in the eyes, but I wasn't allowing him to. 'What the hell?'

'I get beaten at home, alright? Happy?' I growled, pulling my arm out of his grasp and quickly noticed Fred try to grab my other arm. I stood up quickly, grabbed my book and robes and ran to the staircase. They couldn't see that arm. That was the one with the Dark Mark on it. They couldn't see it, they'd tell Dumbledore As I walked up the stairs, I heard George's thoughts fly through my head unexpectedly.

She didn't even tell us her name.

I turned around and looked at him from the middle of the staircase, glad that everybody was getting on with their own conversations instead of listening in on ours. 'That was the point, George.' I said sadly, before running through the corridor and looking for my dorm. I found it and dashed in, ignoring the other girls there, two being Clean-Girl and Braids. Fred and George had nearly found out. I needed to be more careful. This wasn't about me. If they found out, Voldemort'd kill them. Even if I didn't know them, I didn't want them dead for stumbling upon my secret.

Over the next few days, Fred and George continued to try and communicate with me. I just slipped away each time. It wasn't until our first Potions lesson that they actually succeeded in anything. Not that it made any difference.

We all trailed into Potions and took our seats, taking our things out slowly, all trying to prolong the lesson's start. It was an unspoken deal. We all went as slow as possible. Severus came in and set us a potion, and we got to work straight away. Half way through, Severus came and stood in front of me.

'What are you doing here?' he asked, his voice drawling slightly. I looked up at him, not looking at his eyes and answered.

'I ran away. You cannot tell anybody, Severus.' I said in a distressed tone. He might've told. I looked beside me and saw the twins, who were next to me, watching, gaping at how I was on first name terms with Severus.

'I won't,' he said, before leaning in closer and whispering. 'But the Dark Lord will not be pleased with your house...'

'I know Voldemort will not be pleased.' I said, looking at the twins again, hoping they had not heard our conversation. They had, and were looking at me curiously. I don't think they understood what we were talking about. 'Severus, we seem to have some eavesdroppers!' I said loudly, smirking as I watched the twins turn bright red. Severus shook his head and walked away. The twins hurriedly continued with their potion. At the end of the class, I ran out of the Potions Lab, it was lunchtime. I heard a set of footsteps follow me, then a voice.

'Leave her, George.'

'No!' As soon as I heard that, I ran faster, towards the Forbidden Forest, hoping that he would leave me, trying to outrun him, but he got to me. 'OI! YOU!' I turned around, knowing I wasn't going to get away. 'What the hell are you? How does Snape know you? Why did he mention You-Know-Who?' I grimaced. I felt the anger course through myself, and I lost it.

'Leave me alone!'

'No!' I screamed at him out of frustration.

'George! I'm not a good person! I could squish you like a bug!'I said, squeezing my index finger and thumb together, like I did for Voldemort, watching as I squished a rock beside us into crumbs. 'I could crumple you up like a piece of paper!' I said, clenching my hand, as if crumpling paper, watching as another rock was screwed up into a ball. He watched me, fear written on his face. I stepped forward and he stepped back. We repeated this, like a dance, until he finally tore off, leaving me in the entry of the Forest. I collapsed onto my knees, placing my head in my hands. I had just threatened him. George. He hadn't even done anything. I felt tears come to my eyes, but I was used to it. It always happened when I did this. It was even worse when I actually tortured people. I only did it, though, because Voldemort told me that they were going to kill my family if I didn't torture them not to. I did it to protect them. After a couple of minutes, I heard another voice.

'OI! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER!' Fred shouted. I looked up and wiped my eyes. 'HE CAME BACK TO THE DORM, WHITE AS A SHEET! THE ONLY THING HE COULD SAY WAS 'NEW GIRL'!'

'I threatened him.' I whispered. He strode forward and pulled me up, looking into my eyes. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to see his numbers.

'Why won't you look into anybody's eyes?' he demanded. I shook my head. I felt him let go, and assumed he had left. Stupid of me, really. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his bright blue ones. I closed my eyes quickly, but I had already seen his numbers.

02051998

I gasped. That was only four years away. I started to scream, quickly putting my shield around us both. My scream would cut through anything. Including flesh. Which, if you hadn't noticed, Fred was made of. Fred gasped and pulled me into his chest, trying to protect me. He hadn't realised that I was the one doing it. He looked around and saw the trees were being disintegrated and I stopped screaming quickly. Fred looked down at me, and I looked up at him. I didn't care about looking in his eyes now, I had already seen his death date. The look in his eyes was unreadable. It felt good, actually. To be able to look this close up into someone's eyes. It felt good.

'What the hell?' Fred finally managed.

'I-I have powers.'

'Why did you start screaming?' he asked, still holding me close to him. I hadn't realised I had tensed up until I relaxed.

'I-I saw your numbers. I know when you're going to die.' I said, tears flowing from my eyes. There went my entire façade. Out of the window. My vulnerability came, and I felt relieved to finally cry. I had never cried before. Not like this. Tears came to my eyes, but I had never bawled. Fred seemed to sense my trouble and hugged me awkwardly, rummaging through his robe pockets and pulling out a napkin, before proceeding to wipe my face.

'When am I going to die?' I shook my head and let the tears continue to flow down my face, sobbing harder. He sighed and lifted me into his arms, carrying me back to the castle. I was crying too hard to fight back, it was as if all of my feelings had built up and overflown at this one point, and nothing could stop it. People we passed stared at us. I know why, it's not everyday you see a Weasley twin carrying a girl. Especially a crying girl. Especially me.

He took me to the common room and went up the stairs to the boy's dorm, taking me to their dorm. He kicked the door open and placed me carefully on his bed, wrapping his blanket around me, making sure I was warm, before going and sitting on George's bed, where George was sat with his head in his hands, looking distressed. I watched as Fred shook him slightly.

'Georgie? We've got her.' Fred said softly. George's head snapped up and he looked at me, his face twisted in rage. I let out an involuntary sob, and his face softened, noticing the tears tracks running down my face, my eyes slightly red from crying. George stood up suddenly, crossing the room and sitting beside me, reaching an arm out and straightening the blanket on me.

'Lady, please. Let us be your friend.' George whispered. They obviously weren't used to being rejected as friends like this. I shook my head, and I was tackled carefully, but still forcefully, to the ground. My eyes widened as Fred rolled the blanket off of me, and I realised what they were going to do. I could have stopped them. If they hadn't have been holding my arms down. They were going to look at my arms. Both of them. I yelped as Fred drew up my sleeve and gaped at me, looking at the bruises. I looked at George, who was about to pull up the other sleeve.

'George. Please, don't.' I begged, my face betraying my worried emotions. This was also a first for me. He hesitated, looking into my eyes, before pulling it up and jumping away from me, pulling Fred back as well.

'You're a Death Eater?' he gaped. I saw no point in hiding it and nodded, showing them the already exposed mark.

'Crap, what's up with it?' Fred asked, cowering back. I looked at them for a moment, and thought about them. They both had their arms in front of each other, both standing in a protective stance. Not for themselves, but for each other. Fred was protecting George, and George was protecting Fred. Out of the twins I had seen, these two were definitely the closest, they wouldn't let anything happen to each other.

'I'm Voldemort's weapon. He made me like this. I'm the most important person he has.' I said proudly.

'Crap, Fred! We have to tell a teacher!' George said urgently. I shook my head, amused. My façade had come back. Yeah, I acted like a cow. It made people leave me alone. I did it for them, not for myself.

'Do you really think I'd let you do that?' I smirked. Their eyes widened.

'Please don't kill us.' Fred whispered. I laughed and they cowered back, making me realise how much they were repulsed by me. I was scary, I knew that. It was still surprising though.

'I'm only going to take your memory!' I said, raising my hand. They opened their mouths to protest, but I had already started it. Mind control. I made them both lie on their beds and started on Fred. I put my hand against his forehead and let my mind leave my body, guiding it into Fred's brain. I found the memory chamber easily and entered it. I looked for the memories of me screaming, George entering the dorm and me explaining to them about what I was. I stopped when I saw George come into the dorm. I decided to watch them memory. I saw what Fred had meant by white as a sheet, and frowned. George was very pale. Fred looked angry. I nodded and erased it. I left his brain, returning to my body, watching him sir in his sleep. I sighed and moved onto George, placing my hand on his forehead. I entered his brain and found the memory chamber. With a padlock on it. I scowled and walked forward. Trust George to be prepared. I stopped for a minute, wondering HOW I knew he'd be prepared, before shrugging and going back to the mission. The padlock would be easy enough to remove. I held my hand in front of me and clenched my fist, thinking only of the padlock, causing it to break off. I smirked and erased his memories of everything that happened. Satisfied with my work, I left his brain.

I jumped back into my body and tore from the room passing their friend, Lee Jordan on the way. I looked at him and saw his puzzled face, and something became apparent to me. Rumours about the twins and I would be around the school by the morning. I shook my head and sat in the common room, waiting for them to come in again. They entered and didn't seem to be able to remember anything, making me sigh in relief. So, we returned to normality. The twins trying to find out my name, me completely ignoring them. Plus trying to stop the rumours. People seemed to think that I was dating both twins, now, which was just... Ew. Like I'd ever date them. You should have seen the grilling I got from the other girls when I got back. I ignored them, but I could hear them gossipping, Clean-Girl and Braids looking mutinous. I guessed they liked one of the twins each... Well, best of luck to them, but whichever one likes Fred won't be getting him. Seeing as he's going to die.

So, this whole thing continued for quite a few weeks until Monday of the 10th week there. Christmas was coming up, and I knew I'd be staying here. How couldn't I? I couldn't go home. The others were leaving the following fortnight.

Well, guys, this is my NaNoWriMo story! I hope y'all like it, I had great fun writing it! =D

Review, I'd love to know what y'all think of it!

Kira

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