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J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

It was quite awkward seeing everyone after I snapped at them all. They had all insisted it was alright. Especially the girls, George, and Lee, who knew why I had stormed out. Fred said he was fine and even apologized for any part he may have had in angering me, although he had no idea what he had done, if he had even done anything.

Angelina and Katie both apologized repeatedly for kissing Fred, but we all knew they weren't to blame.

It was my fault I was being jealous. I was the only one to blame.

It took a week for everything to go back to normal. Or, as normal as it could be. But by mid October, everyone knew not to mention that night, and we'd all had gone back to joking around and pulling pranks.

Speaking of normal, Mum had gone back to being secretive. But on the bright side, we weren't mad at each other. Though I'm not going to lie and say I'm not frustrated by her secretiveness.

I don't know what could possibly be so bad that she can't tell me who my Dad is, but it must be terrible.

I had tried everything I know to get her to tell me anything about my Dad, but I've only gotten enough information to know that I would've loved to meet my Dad.

"Scar?"

Looking up, I realized Lee had been talking to me.

"Uh, sorry. What were you saying?" I questioned, clearing my throat awkwardly.
"I was talking about going to Hogsmeade with Alicia. Do you know what she'd like to do?" Lee stated.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip planned already?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Lee laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I already told you that. It's on Halloween," Lee said, raising his own eyebrow at me, "what've you got on your mind?"
"I dunno. I've been thinking a lot about my Dad lately. Then everything with Fred," I shrugged, running a hand through my hair.
"Ah, George told me about that. You've been getting some information from your Mum?" Lee inquired.
"Yeah, but nothing very useful. I know his initials, I know is birth month. I know very simple things. Just nothing that'll tell me who he is," I sighed.
"I'm sure you'll find out one day," Lee reassured.

I went to agree with him, but the portrait door swung open and Ron and Hermione walked in, taking a seat by the fireplace and taking out their quills.

"Hey Ron, Hermione. What're you two doing?" I asked.
"Astronomy. We've got to fill out star charts," Ron grumbled.
"Ooh! I love Astronomy!" I exclaimed, running over to them and taking a seat next to them.
"Great! Then you can help me!" Ron smiled, pushing the chart in front of me.

Hermione scowled slightly, but didn't say anything as she seemed to lean over to check herself.

"This one right here is Perseus. Then a little to the left is Gemini," Ron hurried to scribble the names down, "down a little is Orion. Then down and to the left a little is my favorite star, Sirius."

I continued to help Ron, and eventually Hermione until Harry walked in, taking a seat next to us.

"Astronomy?" Harry questioned.
"Yep," I nodded happily.
"Does your Mum know how brilliant you are at that?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah, you should've seen her face when I told her my favorite star was Sirius. Apparently my Dad loved Astronomy as well, and that was his favorite," I shrugged.

Ron suddenly walked over to the Notice Board, grinning happily.

"What's happened?" Harry questioned.
"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Ron, pointing at a notice that had appeared on the battered old bulletin board. "End of October. Halloween."
"Excellent," said George, who had just entered through the portrait hole. "I need to visit Zonko's. I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets."

Harry seemed to sink into his chair.

"Are you alright, Harry?" I questioned, growing concerned for my godbrother.
"My Aunt and Uncle never signed my permission slip, and Dumbledore doesn't want me anywhere Sirius Black could be," Harry grumbled.
"Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time," Hermione said. "They're bound to catch Black soon. He's been sighted once already."
"Black's not fool enough to try anything in Hogsmeade," said Ron. "Ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry. The next one might not be for ages–"
"Ron!" said Hermione. "Harry's supposed to stay in school–"
"He can't be the only third year left behind," said Ron. "Ask McGonagall, go on, Harry–"
"Yeah I think I will," said Harry, making up his mind.
"Oh c'mon! Scarlett! You've got to help me!" Hermione groaned.
"Sorry, Hermione, but I don't really see why Sirius Black would be walking around Hogsmeade," I agreed.
"Well, maybe you have a better idea than asking McGonagall?" Hermione practically begged.
"Sorry Hermione, but that seems like the best option," I said, smiling sympathetically.

Truth be told, I had a much better idea than asking McGonagall. Asking my mother. Who was oh so conveniently, Harry's godmother. I.e. the person that can sign his permission slip, as a parental figure.

But of course, they can't know that.

"Of course," Hermione sighed.

Ron went to speak, but was interrupted as Crookshanks jumped onto Hermione's lap, a large, dead spider dangling from his mouth.

"Does he have to eat that in front of us?" said Ron, scowling.
"Clever Crookshanks, did you catch that all by yourself?" said Hermione.

Crookshanks slowly chewed up the spider, his yellow eyes fixed insolently on Ron.

"Just keep him over there, that's all," said Ron irritably, turning back to his star chart. "I've got Scabbers asleep in my bag."

Ron slid the chart over to Harry, allowing him to copy it.

"You can copy mine, if you like. Scarlett helped me fill it out. She's brilliant honestly," Ron stated.
"Oh stop Ron, I'm blushing," I laughed, waving him off playfully.

Ron grinned cheerfully, clearly proud of himself for talking to an older girl. Though his grin quickly turned into a scowl.

"OY!" Ron roared, seizing his bag as Crookshanks sank four sets of claws deeply into it and began tearing ferociously. "GET OFF YOU STUPID ANIMAL!"
"Ron don't hurt him!" squealed Hermione as Ron swung his bag around in attempt to get Crookshanks off.

Scabbers flung out of the bag, Crookshanks quite literally on his tail.

"CATCH THAT CAT!" Ron yelled.

George lunged for Crookshanks but missed. Scabbers streaked through twenty pairs of legs and shot beneath an old chest of drawers. Crookshanks skidded to a halt, crouched low on his bandy legs, and started making furious swipes beneath it with his front paw.

Ron and Hermione hurried over; Hermione grabbed Crookshanks around the middle and heaved him away; Ron threw himself onto his stomach and, with great difficulty, pulled Scabbers out by the tail.

"Look at him!" Ron said furiously to Hermione, dangling Scabbers in front of her. "He's skin and bone! You keep that cat away from him!"
"Crookshanks doesn't understand it's wrong!" said Hermione, her voice shaking. "All cats chase rats, Ron!"
"There's something funny about that animal!" said Ron, who was trying to persuade a frantically wiggling Scabbers back into his pocket. "It heard me say Scabbers was in my bag!"
"Oh, what rubbish," said Hermione impatiently. "Crookshanks could smell him, Ron, how else d'you think–"
"That cat's got it in for Scabbers!" said Ron, ignoring all of us, who had started laughing uncontrollably. "And Scabbers was here first, and he's ill!"

Ron marched through the common room and out of sight up the stairs to the boy's dormitories.

"That was the best thing I've seen since the semester started," I laughed.
"I don't know why he thinks Crookshanks's got it in for Scabbers. He's a cat!" Hermione scowled.
"I'm sure he's just jealous of your awesome cat," I giggled, Hermione smiling brightly.

Harry and Hermione went to their separate dormitories after bidding goodnight, leaving me alone with Lee and George.

"Where's Fred?" I questioned.
"Detention," George laughed.
"Already?" I laughed with him.
"Yeah, the idiot punched a bloke after finding out he had been checking you out," Lee chuckled.

I blushed at the news.

"I'm sure he was just being a good friend," I denied.
"Scarlett stop telling us we're wrong!" George laughed, "He's my twin for Merlin's sake! I know who he likes, and it's you!"

My blush deepened.

"If he liked me he would've said something by now," I stated.

Lee and George rolled their eyes at me.

"Besides, my nonexistent love life isn't the love life we're supposed to be talking about. Our little Lee's growing up," I laughed, patting Lee's head like he was a puppy.
"Scar, I've been dating Alicia for almost a month. You're a little late," Lee stated.
"Yeah, but we didn't expect you both to last this long," George added.
"Oh, wow, thanks for the support guys," Lee scoffed, rolling his eyes at us.
"Oh we're only messing with you," I giggled.
"Okay, well what about Angelina? George is still obsessing over her, does she like him?" Lee asked, George leaning closer to hear my answer.
"I don't really know actually," I frowned.

George frowned as well, leaning back into the couch and sighing.

"Well don't you all look pleasant," Fred said sarcastically as he appeared from the portrait hole.
"How nice of you to show up," I stated, rolling my eyes.
"Emphasis on pleasant," Fred repeated.
"We were fine, then you showed up," Lee teased.
"Ouch, Lee," Fred laughed.
"Just teasing, come sit down," I said, patting my lap.

Fred happily came and sat down on my lap, making sure not to not to put to much weight on me.

"Now child, what would you like for Christmas," I questioned with an odd accent.
"Is this some muggle thing?" Lee inquired.
"I want a girlfriend!" Fred exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air enthusiastically.

I frowned slightly, glancing at Lee and George.

"Ah, sorry child, that ain't gonna happen," I sighed, keeping up the odd accent.
"Uh, rude," Fred stated.
"No what's rude is that you got a detention before me," I said.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Fred laughed sarcastically.
"You should be," I stated.
"I'm going to bed, leave you two love birds alone," Lee sighed, George following him.

Fred got off of my lap after they had left, sitting where George had been right next to me.

"I heard you were defending me," I recalled.
Fred blushed lightly.
"Some bloke was checking you out like you were some object. I just gave him what he deserved," Fred stated.
"Well I appreciate it," I smiled.

Fred smiled back, holding eye contact for awhile.

I watched as his eyes flickered for a second to my lips, but he quickly turned away, clearing his throat.

"We'd better go to bed as well," Fred said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh, yeah," I agreed, running a hand through my hair disappointedly.
"Well, uh, night?" Fred said, but it sounded more like a question.
"Night."
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HA! YOU THOUGHT!

I honestly feel pretty bad for Scarlett. Fred's being an idiot and won't make a move.

Huh. I guess that's kind of my fault?

Anyway! I wanted to give another shoutout-like thing to a separate account I'm apart of MsMarauders where we have things like plot shops, cover shops, story reviews, etc. And, uh, not to brag or anything, but our plots are amazing.

But like usual, you're probably here for the chapterly –not a word – question.

A question from Harry_potter_MODW
Is fred dying?

My answer,
Well, um, er, yes?
Fred is going to die, just not the same way you think he will. But it will be during the battle like originally.

I hope that answers your question, and I hope you're all having a great day. I love you all! Bye!
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