Hey, this is my first fanfic so don't be too harsh! Anyway, it's about when everyone is older and stuff so... Here it is:


Chapter One

Fred Weasly rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. His wife Taylor was sitting at her dressing table. She was brushing her long auburn hair.
“’Morning,” said Fred.
“Good morning,” she replied, “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,”
“Your brother called,”
“George?”
“Yes,” she said softly, “He’s coming over; he sounded like he really needed to talk to you.”
“Can’t he just wait until work tomorrow? Today was supposed to be our day alone together.” He said.
“Well, it sounded urgent,” Taylor replied, “And… well, I thought since he was coming over with his wife, maybe I should invite Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione, so… well, er- I did.” She bit her lip.
Fred swung his legs out of bed and walked over to the dressing table. He leaned his chin on Taylor’s soft hair. She turned around slowly and pulled Fred towards her. She kissed him and all his thoughts went away. He wished it would never end; everything that had troubled him in the entire wizarding world went away in the blink of an eye. He was content that it would never end when Taylor broke away.
“I miss you,” she whispered.
“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” He said reaching for her again.
“No, Fred,” she said, softer still, “the old you, the you that didn’t care about the rules. The you that started that weird joke shop that’s still running to this day.” She sighed, “The you I fell in love with.”
“Well, I could have been the old me today but someone invited people over on our last day alone together.” Fred said.
“Oh, you know George,” Taylor replied, “he would’ve turned up anyway.”
The reason they only had one more day alone together was because their kids were coming home from Hogwarts the following day. Their kids were Lena, who was in her second year and Sam in his first.
Just then the doorbell rang all through the house.
“That,” she said, “is George, I’ll go let them in- and you get dressed, it’s almost 11:00.”
She gave him one last kiss and swept silently from the room. He brushed his brilliant fire-red hair out of his eyes and went to get dressed. Taylor had just reached the bottom of the stairs, when the doorbell rang again.
She opened the door at once to see George and Chereen Weasly standing there.
“Hello,” said Taylor, “Fred’s just upstairs changing.”
“Thanks, Taylor,” said George, “I really must talk to him.”
“Your like Fred,” she nodded with a small smile, “You’ve changed so much since school- Oh, yes, come in.”
As they walked in Taylor looked out the door only to find Harry and Ginny Potter walking towards the door; Ron and Hermione Weasly closely behind them.
“Hey!” Taylor called and she immediately let them in, “There’s food in the kitchen, go ahead in, George and Chereen are in there.”
“Thank you,” said Ron, “I’m starving.”
Taylor suppressed a giggle. He hadn’t changed a bit. She walked into the kitchen where everyone was talking.
“Hey,” said Harry, “Good thing we came today, the kids are coming home tomorrow,”
“Oh, stop,” said Ginny, and they all laughed.
Harry and Ginny had one girl named Elizabeth who was best friends with Lena. George and Chereen had no kids of their own, but they’d adopted a muggle, in hopes of it being a wizard. Ron and Hermione had four kids; Ronald Weasly II, John, Mary, and Patrick. All of the kids were in school except Patrick who was six.
“Hey, Taylor,” said Ron, “Got any chicken?”
“Oh, stop!” pestered Hermione.
“No, it’s okay, there’s some in the fridge I’ll heat up.” Taylor laughed, she had missed them all.
“Hey,” said George, “Where’s Fred?”
“He’s should be coming- he’s getting dressed.” For some reason Taylor noticed how quiet Chereen had been.
Just then, Fred walked into the kitchen.
“OK,” he said, “I’m here, what do you want George?”
“Well,” said George, “Um, Draco Malfoy’s escaped Azkaban.”
“So?” said Ron. “Always knew he would… too much like his father.”
“Ah, but wait there just a minute, young Ronald, dear brother of mine. OK, this is serious. He’s escaped and I think he’s finding a way of somehow taking the position of Volde- You-Know-Who- Oh forget it, I think he’s finding a way to take Voldemort’s place.”
“Oh,” whispered Ginny.
“Yeah,” said George, “And they need us four,” he looked around at Fred, Harry, Ron, “to go after him. And they said that we probably wouldn’t be coming back.” He finished abruptly.
The kitchen suddenly got very quiet. All the men were silent with thought and the women looked as if they had no thought at all. Fred looked around at Taylor who looked like she still didn’t quite understand what was going on. Suddenly she looked up at Fred and couldn’t hold it in. And she cried. Silent tears.
She was losing her Fred all because of a stupid former Death Eater of Voldemort she’d had a crush on in school. What now? How could this happen? Well, I know it's kind of long but well you know, I just got really into the story. Soo... I'll post soon- maybe tomorrow because I've got all weekend! Hope you liked it and thanks for reading!

Successive chapters:

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23
Part 24
Part 25
Part 26
Part 27
Part 28
Part 29
Part 31
Part 32
Part 33
Part 34
Part 35

No readers. I'm kind of upset! Well, anyway I'm about to cry (ok not quite!) Here's part 2!!!

It was getting dark out and Fred and Taylor were in they’re room.
“Why are they making you go?” questioned Taylor.
“I dunno,” said Fred, who had been pretty quiet all night. “You know those death eaters, they can’t resist me.” He grinned wide at Taylor.
Taylor gave him a small weak smile.
“How are we going to tell the kids? ‘Daddy’s going away and probably won’t come back’? That just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“The kids won’t care, when have they ever cared about me anyway?”
“I don’t know,” said Taylor, “You’re probably right, they won’t believe me anyhow… but… how am I going to make it?” she started to cry again, “How am I going to go day after day without you? How am I going to do everything? I’m not going to be able to do anything without you.”
Fred stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. He walked over to Taylor and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Listen,” he said gently, “Nothing- are you hearing me? Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m going to be fine. And you are too. You’re going to stay here and nothing’s going to happen to either of us, okay? I’m going to track Malfoy down, and see that he’s thrown in Azkaban again, okay? Then I’m going to come back here and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”
She nodded silently and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Fred was kissing her. And not just an I love you kiss; an I love you and nothings ever going to hurt you and I wish this could last forever kiss. Taylor broke away to wipe her eyes but found that she didn’t want to so she leaned up to kiss her husband again. It seemed, only for a moment, that everything went away and everything was perfect, one last time.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” whispered Taylor, “We’ve got to pick up the kids tomorrow.”
“OK,” said Fred, “I guess I’ll go too.”
They both changed out of their clothes and into their pajamas. As soon as they got in bed Taylor fell asleep. Fred didn’t. He lay awake for hours thinking. I’m not going, I can’t, and I won’t. Who cares about Malfoy? That’s it, I’m not going! But…I have to go. It’s either me- or the whole wizarding world. He couldn’t let the whole world fall into darkness because of him.
He lay awake for three more hours before he made up his mine.
I’ll go, he thought, but I’m sneaking back here a lot to see Taylor and the kids. I can’t leave them forever. Not even a week.
Slowly he drifted into sleep, and what he saw in his sleep was quite frightening.

~.~.~
Fred was running through what looked like an old hallway in an attic. Suddenly he heard screaming from behind a door. He opened a door and looked in. He saw Molly Weasly, his mother scolding him and George for turning Ron’s teddy bear into a spider. That wasn’t where the screaming was coming from. So, he opened another. In this one he saw Argus Filch yelling, face purple, at him for wandering Hogwarts after hours. That’s not it either. For some reason, he realized all the doors were red except one was purple. He decided to open the purple one, crossing his fingers. He slowly opened the door and saw inside, not a screaming person, but what looked like his wedding day.
Fred stuck his head in the door. Yes, he thought, it has to be. Look at it. Indeed, it was his wedding day. In the seats as guests were Arthur and Molly Weasly, his parents. Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Taylor’s parents, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, George, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione’s child Mary was the flower girl. There was also, Charlie Weasly, Nymphodora Tonks, Kingsly Shaklebolt, and Mad-eye Moody.
Fred couldn’t hear any noise but he saw the minister’s mouth moving and he took Taylor in his arms’ and kissed her. Their first kiss as a wedded couple. He wanted to stand there watch himself all day but kept moving.
He moved on to the last red door and was sure it was the source of the screaming. He hesitated but opened the door.
Inside, the light was dim and had an eerie glow. When he opened the door the screaming got louder. He looked inside and shut the door immediately and closed his eyes.
Fred had seen Taylor over a boiling cauldron with a wand pointed at her chest. In the background he had seen Lena and Sam in chains. Now the sounds from the room had got louder. He could hear every word they were saying.
The man with the wand had said Where is your husband? And she had answered I’ll never tell you. He promised to protect me and I’ll do the same for him.
He couldn’t listen to this anymore. He shook himself awake.
He didn’t care what George said. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to stay right where he was and protect his wife. If someone came for him he would go willingly. He would not let his wife get murdered. He would die for her if had to. Her and the kids. It turned out Taylor was wrong. He was exactly like he was in school. He wasn’t going to play by the rules.

Well, I"m sort of sad, but oh well- story must go on!
Just so you know, the Taylor in the story is not supposed to be me, some people had asked that. It's named after my friend Taylor because it was her idea for the whole story so I named my chareter after her! Thanks Taylor!!! I'll post soon!

The next morning Taylor awoke to find she was alone.
Fred must be having breakfast, she thought. She rolled over onto her side and looked at the clock. It read 9:08. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up. She walked over to her dresser and took out a green tank-top then she went over to the closet and took out a white skirt with sequins and designs on the edges. She pulled off her pajama shirt and replaced it with the tank-top. After she had changed her pajama pants into the skirt, she walked into the bathroom that led off of their bedroom. She took a quick shower then walked over to the sink. She pulled her purple toothbrush out of the cabinet next to Fred’s blue one. She put toothpaste across it and began to brush. When she was done she went back in her room and brushed her hair.
When she was done, she left her room and walked down the big staircase overlooking the balcony. She walked into the kitchen where Fred was eating a piece of toast with marmalade. He was looking at a catalog for what looked like every store in Diagon Alley.
Taylor walked behind him and ruffled his orange hair.
“Good Morning,” she said.
“You too,” said Fred, “I’m thinking we should go to Diagon Alley after we pick up Lena and Sam,”
“Really?” Taylor said, “Why do you want to go there?”
“Well,” said Fred swallowing his last bite of toast, “I wanna buy Sam a broom, a really good one. You remember that letter he wrote us at the beginning of the year, ‘Wispen says I can probably make the team next year with a broom and some practice’ he said. I think he needs one.”
Cole Wispen was the Gryffindor team captain.
“Well, I think we’ll have to buy Lena something to,” said Taylor, “We can go take Sam to get his broom, help Lena find something and then stop buy your store. I know the kids will probably want stuff ‘Weasly’s Wizard Wheezes’ they always do. Plus I’ve been wanting to get some stuff in Diagon Alley anyway. I think it’s a great idea.”
“Ok then,” said Fred, “So… did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes,” said Taylor, “a little troubled but better than having the Dragon Pox.”
“At least you slept better than I did.” Fred said, “Listen,” he said, “I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going after Malfoy!”
“Fred,” Said Taylor, “You have to, you’ve already assured me you’ll be alright, and I have hope now. I believe you.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” Fred mumbled, “Listen, I had a dream last night. There were all these doors. Three red and a purple. And it seemed the red had bad things and the purple had good. One, a red, had my mum yelling at me and George for turning Ron’s teddy bear into a spider. Another red one had Filch yelling at us. The purple one showed our wedding day. So I figured that screaming I was hearing was coming from the last red door. So I opened it and…” his voice trailed away.
“What?” said Taylor.
“I saw…it was…I saw…you. You were being held over a boiling cauldron with a wand pointed at you. Lena and Sam were tied up. I couldn’t watch it.”
“Fred,” said Taylor giving him a smile, “it was just a dream, you know. I’m okay, nobody’s taking me. Even if they do, I’ll fight.”
“You don’t understand. They were doing because you wouldn’t tell them where I was. I can’t leave or they’ll take you. I have to stay here and if they come looking for me I’ll go. I won’t let them hurt you.”
“Oh,” whispered Taylor, sounding a little scared now, “Well, you have to go after Malfoy or I’ll get hurt anyway. Go, Fred, we’ll be fine, me and Lena and Sam. We’ll be fine!”
“I’ll think about it, but…”
“Fred, you’re going, or there’s no point in me being here anyway.” Taylor said matter-o-factly.
“I guess you’re right,” he said, “but if something happens- I blame you!”
Taylor gave him a smile and walked over to him.
“I know I’m right,” she whispered, and she sat down on the chair next to him at the table.
She leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, “I’ll be fine, and you will, too.”
She took his face in her hands and kissed him. She kissed him for what seemed like an hour, but he never got tired of it. Suddenly, Taylor broke away.
“We have to go get the kids you know.” She said, and Fred nodded.

I wish people would read!!!

They walked into the living room and put their shoes on. Then they walked over to the fireplace and pulled a flowerpot off the mantelpiece.
“You go first,” said Fred to Taylor.
Taylor nodded with an “OK” and took a handful of FlooPowder from the flower pot, and stepped into the fire place.
“King’s Cross Station!” she spoke, very clearly.
Suddenly everything was spinning, everything was blurry, but she could see through fireplaces. She saw Professor McGonagall’s office at Hogwarts, Arthur Wealsy’s fireplace, and Vernon Dursley’s fireplace before she saw the right one. She stepped through into the fireplace of a quiet little coffee shop in London.
She quickly stepped out to make sure no muggles saw her, and waited for Fred. Ten seconds later, Fred popped out of the fire place.
“Let’s go,” he said. And they left the coffee shop. They walked over to the station where platforms 9 and 10 were boarding.
“Do you wanna go ahead and meet them in the platform?” Taylor said.
“Sure,” Fred replied.
They made sure no muggles were looking, and then ran towards the brick barrier between 9 and 10. Before them was a huge red and black steam engine.
“The Hogwarts Express,” said Fred, “Kissed my first frog on that train!” he said proudly.
Taylor looked at him inquiringly, “and I kissed that this morning?” she looked pale.
Fred only laughed. Suddenly all the students from Hogwarts started to come off the train. Lena and Sam were the ninth ones off.
“Mom! Dad!” they called together.
“Hey guys!” said Fred hugging them both.
Lena’s brilliant red hair that matched her father’s was blowing in her face.
“Listen,” said Taylor, ruffling Sam’s brown hair, “Your father has decided that somebody needs a quidditch broom.” She said looking at Sam.
“Really, Dad?” he looked up at Fred.
“Why not? And your mom decided that we have to get Lena something too, so we’re staying in Diagon Alley for a while.”
“Wicked!” said Lena.
“But we have to get something to eat first so come on guys.” Taylor said looking at Fred. She admired the way he was with the kids. She decided he was wrong. The kids were definitely going to care Fred was leaving.
They got to a restaurant and got something to eat. Fred decided he should tell the kids what was going on.
“Umm…kids, I have to…I mean- George said that…Listen George came and said that Draco Malfoy has escaped Azkaban and they want me, George, Harry, and Ron to go after him. So I’m going to have to go away for a while. But you can stay with your mom, right?” they nodded, “And, I’m sure Ginny and Hermione will bring their kids over a lot to spend the night and stuff so… are you alright?” he finished, looking at Taylor.
“No,” said Taylor, “I’ll be back.” And she ran towards the bathrooms.
“What’s wrong with mum?” asked Sam.
“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I, um, are you going to take care of your mother? Do everything your mum tells you to do?” they nodded again, “Good, she needs it,”
“Is she really that sad, Dad?” questioned Lena.
“Well, she, um… your mum’s…your mum’s having a baby.” said Fred, unsure of if he said it right. He had never had to do this. When Sam was born, Lena was only two.
“Oh, really!?!?” said Lena. “I love babies! Is it a girl or a boy! Wow!!! Yes!”
“We don’t know yet.” Fred said relieved.
Just then, Taylor came back to the table.
“Hey, guys,” she said. “Did you tell them?” she asked Fred.
“Yeah,” he said.
“And-?”
“We’re SOOO excited for you Mum!!! Isn’t it, like, just wicked that your having a baby!?” exclaimed Lena.
“Yes, we’re excited, too.” She smiled warmly at Fred and her children.
“I told them that they’d have to help you out a lot when I’m gone.” Fred smiled back.
“Good, I’ll need it,” she laughed. “We’re still going to have fun, but… I wish you were staying.” Her expression changed immediately.
“It’s OK,” said Fred, “I’ll be back soon. Alright, is everybody done? Good! Let’s go get you a broom!” he told Sam.
“Yes!!!” exclaimed Sam.
They left the restaurant and went to the broom store. Sam got a Airwhisp 13000. There hadn’t been a better broom out since the Firebolt. Sam was very excited about this. He had a better broom than half the players in the International Qudditch League!
After they left the broom store, they went to Eeylopes Owlery and Lena got a big brown owl named Hazel. They then went to Weaslys’ Wizard Wheezes, where they bought a number of weird contraptions that Fred and George had invented. They also bought tons of candy. Including: Pumpkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans, Cockroach Clusters, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Licorice Wands, and Fizzing Whisbees.
“Alright,” said Fred, “Let’s go home,”
“OK!” said Sam who was already very satisfied.
They marched back to the quiet coffee shop and Fred took a pouch out of his robes. They all, one by one, took FlooPowder out of the pouch and landed at home again.
“Alright,” announced Taylor, “You can try out your broom and stuff your face with candy tomorrow. Time for bed.”
She kissed Sam and Lena both on the head and they marched up the stairs to bed.
“Well,” said Fred, “I had fun, you?” Taylor nodded. “Oh, look, a package!”
Indeed, there was a package by the door.
“It’s from my dad,” said Fred inquiringly.
He unwrapped the package and pulled out a letter.

Dear Fred,
I’ve sent you these because I thought they could help you when you leave for Malfoy.
I hope they help, I’ve sent them to the others as well. I got them from work. You know how I love muggle technology!
Yours truly,
Dad

Fred opened the rest of the package to reveal two muggle cell phones.
“Same, old Dad.” He shook his head, “But these could come in handy.”
“Mm-hmm,” said Taylor, “Now we can talk without fear of owl interceptions.”
She sat down on the couch next to him. He turned and looked at her. He put the package on the table next to the couch and turned back to Taylor.
“Now I’m really going to miss you.” Taylor said.
She looked deep into Fred’s eyes, and kissed him. In a few minutes, the kiss turned into a snogging session that lasted for a long time.
It was now clear to Taylor: her husband would do anything for her and she was positive he would come back for her after he dealt with Draco Malfoy. She felt safe. She felt safe because she was not only with a husband who not only was kind, smart, and quite good looking, but he loved her.
Slowly, Taylor fell asleep on the couch beside her husband.


Alright, come on people! I'm sad!!!

This is part 5. I wish people would read!!! But I'm ok, I will not cry!

The next day was quite sad. George, Chereen, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were all there with the kids, saying goodbye.
“Alright, I’ll call every day I promise!” said Ginny to Harry.
“We will, too,” chimed in Taylor, Chereen, and Hermione to their husbands.
“Bye,” Taylor said sadly to Fred.
“Look,” said Fred, “What did I say? No crying! I’m going to be fine! I’ll be back before you know it! And then you and me and Lena and Sam and the baby can be together, and… well, I’ll think of something, we’ll go on vacation or something! Okay?” Fred finished putting his hand on Taylor’s stomach.
“Okay,” said Taylor who still couldn’t quite hide the tears.
“Bye! See ya! Missing you already!” all the husbands said to their wives and children.
After they left the women turned towards each other.
“Hey, Ginny, I’ve got a doctor appointment, will you watch Lena and Sam?” Taylor asked politely.
“Of course,” she said, trying to sound happy.
“I’ll take Sam,” said Hermione, “He can play with John.”
“Okay,” said Taylor, “Thanks both of you.”
“No problem,” said Ginny.
~.~.~
Fred was sitting on a muggle bus next to George. Harry and Ron were behind them. Everyone was silent. No one wanted to talk. Not that anyone could talk because there were muggles all around them. Fred pulled a picture out from his bag.
It was a picture of Taylor and him at their wedding.
Taylor was in her long bride’s dress and she was on Fred’s back. She was laughing. Suddenly Fred would spin around and she would laugh harder. He would then turn around and kiss her and then she would laugh again.
He loved her laugh. That was one of the benefits of being funny. He could always hear her laugh.
~.~.~
A few hours later, Taylor was walking out of the doctor’s office thinking intently.
How did this happen? I don’t understand. I thought this was going to be a reassuring trip to the doctor. Guess I was wrong.
She almost broke down in tears when the cell phone that Arthur had sent them started to ring. It took Taylor some time to figure out how to answer it. Finally, she realized you just flipped it open. She did.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey,” it was Ginny.
“What’s up?” Taylor asked.
“Elizabeth and Lena want to go over to Hermione’s and play with Mary. Is that alright? She wants them to spend the night.”
“Yes,” answered Taylor, “It’s perfect, I need to call Fred. Listen, Ginny, I… I mean I…Ginny, I- I lost the baby, he’s gone.” She sobbed.
“Oh!” Ginny was shocked, “Ok, I’ll, um, I’ll call Hermione, and you take your time. We’ll take the kids tomorrow too, if you want.”
“No,” said Taylor, “I need the company, just…Maybe, just until tomorrow night?”
“Sure,”
“Thanks, Gin,”
“Your welcome, Bye Taylor.”
“Bye.”
Taylor hung up the phone and went home.
When she got home she immediately called Fred.
“Hello?” he said, even through the phone he sounded sweet.
“Hi,” Taylor practically whispered.
“Taylor?” he said, “Can you speak up? Can’t hear you.”
“I have to talk to you.” She said a little louder.
“Ok,” said Fred, still sweet, “Shoot,”
“Ok, um, I went to the doctor.”
“And?” he said patiently.
“And…” she trailed off and broke down in tears.
“What is it?” asked Fred anxiously.
“I… he- The baby died.”
“Oh my- um…are you okay? No, you know what, I’m coming home.”
“No,” said Taylor, “You have to go, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Hermione has the kids,”
“Erm… Okay. Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, go!” she said, a little forcefully.
“Er- OK…um, bye” he said.
“Bye, I love you” Taylor said.
“Love you,” said Fred.
She hung up the phone and cried.
A couple minutes later she went to bed. And her dreams were full of crying babies and diapers. Everything in her perfect life was falling apart. One by one they were walking the plank off the ship of her life.

I'll post part 6 later... Pllease read! :read!:

The next day, as Taylor was eating a salad for lunch, there was a knock on the door. She got up and went to answer it. When she opened it she saw, none other than, Draco Malfoy. Taylor gasped.
“What are you doing here?” she asked quickly.
“I was in the area,” he said, stepping trough the threshold, though he was uninvited, “Thought I’d check in on you and your husband. Where is old Fred Weasly anyway?”
“Not to be rude,” said Taylor, “But, I don’t recall inviting you in.”
“Oh, shut up.” He said, “Not to be rude or anything, but I asked you where you husband was?”
“He’s not here,” Taylor said, loudly.
“Is that so?” Malfoy snickered, “Where is he?”
“Looking for you,” Taylor snickered back, “Apparently, it’s against the law to be a foul git.”
“Why… How dare you!” he muttered a jinx and the last think Taylor saw was Malfoy slamming the door behind him as he left.
~.~.~
An hour later, Taylor felt her eyes fluttering open. When she opened her eyes fully, she screamed.
Standing above her, looking down at her was- Cedric Diggory.
“You’re- you… I thought you were dead!” she whispered nervously.
“Dead?” Cedric asked, “What’re you- oh, you mean that incident with You-Know-Who in that graveyard?” he smiled at her, almost laughed. “When You-Know-Who died in Harry Potter’s seventh year at Hogwarts I came back!”
“How?” asked Taylor more frightened still.
“Well, you see, when he killed me he… didn’t even know who I was! So he didn’t really kill me. I was… in a long sleep.”
“But,” said Taylor, “Lots of people have died and their killer didn’t know who they were! Why are you any different?”
“Well,” said Cedric, “I think it’s because it wasn’t You-Know-Who that killed me, it was Peter Pettigrew using another person’s wand. I think that counts for something- right?”
“I guess…” said Taylor, who was no longer frightened but, confused. She put her hand on her head.
“Your head must hurt,” Cedric said as Taylor nodded, “I’ll carry you up to your bed.”
When they got up to Taylor’s room, Cedric set her down on the bed. He sat down beside her.
“Why are you here?” asked Taylor.
“I saw Malfoy coming out of your house looking satisfied and I’d heard you’d lived here and I figured that it couldn’t be good.” Cedric said.
“Oh,” said Taylor, “Thank you for using the counter-jinx.”
“Your welcome,” said Cedric. “So… how’re things in your life?”
“Horrible,” Taylor said rubbing her head, “My hus- oh, never mind, you don’t want to hear about that.”
Cedric smiled at her, and leaned towards her. She new what was about to happen, but for some reason, she didn’t stop it. She didn’t want to. She new it was wrong but, with all the bad happening, one good thing couldn’t hurt, could it?
She kissed Cedric and it felt good. Different, perhaps, than kissing Fred, but, it still felt good.
The kiss became intense and Taylor began to unbutton Cedric’s shirt as he pulled off her buckled shoes. She knew what she was doing was wrong but, she couldn’t help it she was happier now than she’d been last night. She unbuttoned the rest of Cedric’s shirt and, leaned back, he leaned over her until he was on top of her. She forgot everything that happened after that. All she knew was that she had felt good and had wished it hadn’t stopped.
Nine hours later, Taylor awoke in her own bed. It was dark out; around 11:00. She felt someone beside her. She got excited and looked beside her expecting to see Fred, but instead, she found Cedric lying beside her. She almost screamed again, but it all started coming back to her. Fred leaving, Malfoy jinxing her, Cedric waking her up… unbuttoning Cedric’s shirt and he being on top of her…
So it wasn’t a dream. She really had done this to Fred. How could she? After all he had done for her she had cheated on him. She turned around and shook Cedric awake.
“Cedric, you gotta get out of here. I know I enjoyed last night but…”she sighed, “I should have told you… I’m married.”
“You’re what!?” Cedric asked.
“I’m married to… Fred Weasly. I should have told you but… I was mad. I was mad that Fred had to leave. I was mad that I lost a baby. I was just… mad.” She shook her head and sighed.
Cedric sat up and grabbed his shirt. He started buttoning it back and then he stood up and looked at Taylor.
“You’re right,” he said, “You should’ve told me…Bye Taylor.”
And he left. Taylor looked at the clock. It read 11:23pm.
Lena and Sam. She thought.
She picked up the cell phone and called Hermione. No answer.
They must be asleep, Taylor thought.
She decided she would call in the morning, and she fell back asleep.

Taylor awoke in the morning to the sound of the cell phone ringing on the nightstand. She sat up in bed and answered it.
“Hello?” she said.
“What’s up?” came Hermione’s voice.
“Not much, sorry I didn’t come get the kids, I was… busy.”
“It’s Ok, they had fun,” Hermione said, “They played quidditch.”
“Ok, I’m on my way to come get them.” Taylor said, “I have to talk to you.”
“Alright,” Hermione said, “See ya, in a few,”
“See ya,” Taylor finished the conversation.
She stood up and realized she was still in yesterday’s clothes, she hadn’t changed. She put on a brown tank top, and a camouflage mini-skirt. She brushed her teeth and grabbed a piece of toast to take.
When she got to Hermione’s house, she knocked on the door.
“Come on, in, Taylor!” Hermione called.
Taylor pushed open the door. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” said Hermione, “The kids are out back playing quidditch, except Patrick here. What do you want?”
“I have to tell you something,” Taylor said looking at her.
“OK,” said Hermione, “Tell me,”
Taylor looked at Patrick, who was eating a piece of a chocolate frog.
“Um, Patrick,” said Hermione, “Why don’t you go play with the other kids.”
“They won’t let me,” whined Patrick, “I’m too little,”
“Tell them I said they have to let you play.” Hermione replied.
Patrick stood up and ran outside.
“Ok,” said Hermione, “What do you want to tell me?”
“Um, Hermione…” Taylor stuttered, “I’m… I- I’m having a baby.”
“But Ginny said-,”
“I know what Ginny said, she was right, I lost it, but this…is… a- a different baby.” Taylor said as calmly as she could.
“What do you mean?” asked Hermione.
“I mean…” Taylor thought, “I’d better start at the beginning. OK, yesterday I was eating lunch and someone knocked on the door. I answered it and it was Draco Malfoy.”
“Really?” asked Hermione.
“Yeah, he said he’d come to ‘check up on me’. So I told him to get out and he didn’t so I told him he was a git and he jinxed me and left. When I woke up, Cedric Diggory was above me.” Taylor said.
“Taylor he’s-,”
“Dead, I know. But he was there. He said that he didn’t die because it wasn’t Voldemort who killed him, or tried to, it was his wand, but it didn’t work because someone else was using his wand. So, after he explained this to me, my head started to hurt and he carried me to my room, and set me on the bed. We talked for a while and… he kissed me…then, he- well, now I’m having a baby.” Taylor finished.
“Really?” asked Hermione, again, Taylor nodded, “How could you that to Fred?”
“I don’t know, Hermione,” Taylor complained, “I couldn’t help it; it was like… like I was watching the whole thing from someone else’s point of view. It was like- I tried to stop like, three times, but it didn’t work, I couldn’t get myself to. You can’t tell Fred, Hermione,”
“Well, you can’t not tell him. What would you say? ‘Hey Fred, the baby died but now he’s back’?”
“I know, I have to tell him, but… how?” Taylor questioned.
“Oh my gosh,” said Hermione, a light bulb going off, “You said that it was like watching it from someone else’s point of view?”
“Yes…?”
“Malfoy,” muttered Hermione.
“What are you talking about?” Taylor was confused.
“Turn around,” Hermione ordered.
“Wha-,”
“Just do it,” said Hermione.
Taylor turned around, very confused. Hermione lifted up Taylor’s hair and looked at the back of her neck.
“I knew it,” she whispered.
“What are you doing?” Taylor asked.
“You have a red heart on the back of your neck,”
“Hermione-,”
“Do you know what this means?” Hermione told her.
“No,” Taylor said, frustrated.
“Did it ever occur to you what Malfoy jinxed you with?” Hermione said.
“No,”
“When Cedric woke you up, did you suddenly feel like you loved him?”
“Yes, now I think of it,” Taylor said, starting to see Hermione’s point.
“Malfoy used the love jinx, more powerful than any potion.” Hermione stated, “I’ll bet you anything he was trying to break you and Fred up so he could get you easier, to kill you.”
“You think,” Taylor said, relieved that she hadn’t cheated on Fred on purpose, but still confused.
“I’m almost positive; you have a heart on your neck, which happens with the love jinx,” Hermione was also relieved; she never thought Taylor would do this.
“Ok, will the heart go away?” asked Taylor.
“Well, the jinx has already worn off, seeing as you kicked Cedric out of your house so… it should be gone by tomorrow.”
“Good, this’ll be a lot easier to tell Fred. Hard, but easier.” She said relieved.
“It should be,” said Hermione smiling at her.
“Thanks, Herm,” Taylor said.
“No problem,”
“I’ll just get Lena and Sam and I’ll be off,” Taylor said. “Bye!”
“Bye,” said Hermione.
Taylor went out back and got Lena and Sam and she left.
When they got home, Taylor decided that now was the best time, she had to call Fred. She told the kids to go play and she picked up the phone.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

“Hello?” Fred said.
“Hey,” said Taylor almost shyly.
“We’re having real trouble finding Malfoy- he’s nowhere to be found.” Fred spoke.
“That’s because he’s here.” Taylor said.
“What!?”
“Well, not here, here, but, he was here yesterday,” said Taylor.
“At the house?” said Fred.
“Yeah,”
“Are you okay?” Fred asked her.
“Yes,” she said, “He jinxed me- the love jinx- and he left after I passed out. When I woke up, Cedric was there. And I like, fell madly in love with him, and…” she stopped.
“And?” asked Fred, starting to get impatient.
“Well, I’m… I’m – having a baby now.” She closed her eyes now.
“You mean Cedric’s baby?” Fred bellowed into the phone.
“Kind of…” Taylor said, “Are you mad?” she closed her eyes again.
“At Malfoy and Cedric? Yes. At you? No. It wasn’t your fault he jinxed you.”
Taylor sighed. Fred was taking this better then she thought.
“Alright…” Fred announced, “I’m coming home,”
“Fred,” Taylor told him, “I already told you-,”
“Listen,” he said, “Malfoy’s there anyway! We’ll all come home we’ll just… look for him there!”
“Oh, okay,” said Taylor.
“I’m gonna go tell the guys, bye,” Fred said.
“Fred, wait!” Taylor told him, “Promise me we’re going to treat this baby as if he we’re yours?”
“Of course we will,” he said and Taylor smiled to herself, “We’ll explain to him what happened when he gets older, of course, but, we’ll definitely treat him- or her- the same. Okay? Okay. I’m gonna go now. Love you.”
“Love you, bye,” Taylor said and she hung up the phone, she definitely had the best husband in the world!

Hi! OMG I can't believe no-one else has read this, I love it!

xx
Liz

Thanxxx!!! Wow, my first reader... Thank Goodness, I was getting worried! Well, I'm glad you liked it! I have a lot more where that came from! That's just a fraction of the story, so... stick with me!!! I'm doing it in a section sort of thing so after I get done writing about Fred and Taylor, the story will move on to Harry and Ginny and so on...
Fred and Taylor will be in it but it will be mainly about the charectors in that section of the story, you know...

So, I'm guessing you like Pirates of the Caribbean too? Good for you! (Most people call me obsessed! )

Well, dahling, I'll post later tonight when I'm done with this dreaded moutain of homework sitting by me right now! Tell people to read it! Readers good!!!

I have power over all charectors in this ff!

~Taylor~

The next day Taylor could hardly wait to see Fred. After her doctor’s appointment, she spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and making dinner. She told the kids to dress nice and she herself got dressed up, too.
Lena wore a tank-top dress that was pink and had ribbon across the top. Sam put on khaki pants and a brown and orange collared shirt.
Taylor ran upstairs to her room and looked for something to wear. Then she put on a denim skirt and a green spaghetti strap shirt. When she was dressed, teeth brushed, make-up on, and hair up in a bun, she went back downstairs.
“Okay, your dad’s going to be home in an hour so don’t mess up your clothes.” She told Lena and Sam, “I’m going to go check on dinner.”
She walked into the kitchen and looked around the room. She had to duck three times as to not be hit by the knives that were flying one way or another, making the dinner she had instructed them.
At a quarter until eight, she had the kids stay in the living room and play. They sat on the floor playing chess. Sam was clearly much better than Lena, he won four times before Lena gave up. Taylor sat on the couch, painting her nails a bright pink color.
At eight o’clock she turned on the muggle TV Arthur Weasly had given them as a wedding present. She watched a muggle show called ‘Lost’ for the rest of the hour.
She thought Fred would have been there by now.
She continued to watch ‘Lost.’ A rather large, round guy named Hurley was talking to a rather attractive guy (Taylor thought) named Charlie. They were talking about the girls they liked on the island.
“Just ask her out, mate.” Said Charlie who was talking about a girl named Libby.
“Dude, I can’t,” Hurley complained.
Taylor clicked off the TV and was about to call Fred, when she heard the door handle start to turn. She hurriedly sat back down on the couch and smiled to herself.
The door opened and Fred walked in. Taylor, Lena, and Sam all turned around and looked at him, smiling. Lena and Sam went over and hugged him.
“Hey, guys,” he said, “I missed you,”
“We missed you too, Dad,” said Lena.
As Fred started to walk into the door a little more Lena and Sam ran and sat down on the other couch. Taylor stood up, walked over to him, and practically jumped on him. She had missed him so much; she didn’t care what else happened.
She kissed him and she felt him tighten his grip on her.
He kissed her and he felt her body go to jelly in his arms.
Lena and Sam looked at each other, disgusted. Sam threw a pillow at his parents, but Fred stuck out his hand and it fell. So, Lena and Sam slid off the couch, and started new game of chess.
Meanwhile, Taylor was starting to feel her own body go to jelly. Fred took down Taylor’s hair and stroked it, while she played with his hair; stroking it and twisting it around her finger.
“Wait until the kids go to bed,” Taylor whispered.
“I’ll try,” Fred said, “But, it might not work,” he said, kissing her cheek.
Suddenly, he picked Taylor up and put her on his back like had on their wedding day. Taylor began to laugh, just as she had in the picture. He walked her over to the couch and set her down. She kissed his lips, a soft kiss, as a mother might give her child, but she didn’t feel like a mother right now. She felt like anything she wanted to. She didn’t care about anything else going on in the world right now.
After dinner, they all went into the living room and sat down.
“So, kids, go get ready for bed,” Fred said.
“Daaaddd! We don’t want to.” Complained Sam.
“You’d better,” Fred said, “Or you won’t get to go with me and your mother to use these.”
He pulled out four plane tickets to the Caribbean. Taylor just looked at him and Lena and Sam’s faces lit up.
“Oh- my- gosh! Dad! You didn’t!!!” Lena said, “I’ve always wanted to go to the Caribbean! There’s like sooooo much stuff there! Eeeeeeeeekkk!!” she shrieked.
“Yes,” said Fred, “I did. Now go to bed.”

When Lena and Sam were in bed, Taylor and Fred sat down on the couch again.
“So,” Taylor said, “We’re going to the Caribbean?”
“Yep!” Fred said happily.
“Why by muggle plane?”
“Because,” he said, “It’s easier than trying to find another way to do it. The ministry’s charging a lot of money for portkeys, there’s a limited supply to Floo Powder, and the kids can’t apparate yet.”
“Oh,” Taylor smiled.
She scooted closer to Fred until every side part of her body was touching his. He kissed her, and the jelly feeling came back to her again.
Fred pulled the strap of her shirt over her shoulder and kissed her neck. Taylor thought it felt good.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Fred asked Taylor.
“Sure,” said Taylor pulling the strap back up her arm.
They walked up the stairs, holding hands along the way.
When they got upstairs, Taylor sat on the bed.
“Hey,” she said, “You know this baby? Well, you know, I went to the doctor today.”
“Ok,” Fred said, unsure of where this was going.
“Well, you might actually be the father.” She said.
Wizard doctors, being wizards, meant that they could tell everything about the father on the first visit to the doctor. They could tell what day he or she was going to be born, if it was a boy or a girl, and even who the father was…usually.
“What do you mean?” Fred asked, startled.
“I mean, they couldn’t tell who the father was. It’s weird, they always can tell… They said it might be because I was under a jinx when it happened. They also it could be that it’s because you are the father and that they can’t tell because Cedric came after, when he… well, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” said Fred who was hating Cedric more at the thought of his wife having his baby.
“So…” she trailed off, “That could be good news,”
“Mm-hmm,” said Fred kissing her neck again.
She lifted up his head and kissed him.

She stood up, and said, “Let me take a shower,” and she went into the bathroom. When she came out of the shower, she had a bright blue towel wrapped around her. Fred stood up and kissed her.
“All done?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, kissing him. She decided that they may be a while, so she decided to get dressed.
“I’m gonna put my pajamas on.” Taylor said. And she stood up and grabbed a pair of lime green button-up pajamas and changed her clothes.
Then she sat back down on the bed and kissed him gently. She kissed him more, and more. Fred started to unbutton her pajamas. He felt her warm back. She untied his shoes and took them off. She knew that they couldn’t do anything as she was already having a baby, but, it was nice to have her husband back so she could at least pretend.
In a few minutes, Taylor wanted nothing more than to lay there with Fred for the rest of her life. She figured it all out: In the next week she would do as follows: Spend her time with Fred, Go to the Caribbean and spend time with Fred, and plan to spend the rest of her life with Fred!
About an hour later, she heard a noise next to her. She turned around to see that Fred was asleep. She smiled at him and moved his hair away from his face. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. He had a small smile on his face, and he kept making noises. She could tell he was dreaming something peaceful.
She sat up and picked her shirt up off the edge of the bed. She put it on and buttoned it up. Then she lay back down and pulled the blanket over her body. She leaned her head on Fred’s chest and fell asleep. It seemed that her life was, once again, perfect.


Well, that's it for now with Fred and Taylor! They'll be back later and we'll see how things go in the Caribbean!!! But for right now, I'm going to move on to Harry and Ginny. Well, not RIGHT now, but... you know, next post!!! Well, that's enough for now! Keep reading!!! See ya later!
~Taylor~
Oh! And if your wondering, poor Taylor ends up kissing every one of the four main male charectors within the next two chapters! WhoopS!!! (They are not her fault) But, it happens. Just read and you'll see!!! She is pushed into most of them. You'll see!

Harry Potter was sitting on the couch in his sitting room, talking to his wife, Ginny.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” Ginny was asking Harry.
“Yes, I’m sure. I can handle baby-sitting for a couple hours.” Harry said for about the third time.
“Harry, it’s six hours.” Ginny said.
“Well, oh well still, I can watch my own kid, Gin,” he said getting impatient.
Ginny was going to a meeting with Hermione for a new job. Hermione was trying to get a job as a teacher at Hogwarts, but the meeting was an hour and a half away and it would last two hours, so she someone to go with her. Ginny said she would go. “Alright,” Ginny said, “I’m gonna go now,”
“Okey-dokey,” Harry said.
He stood up and kissed Ginny and she immediately forgot she had been getting ready to leave. She kissed him back. She thought about how he had asked her to marry him.
In their sixth year when they had gone out, Harry had broken up with her because it wasn’t safe for her with Voldemort being at large. A year later Harry had defeated Voldemort but still didn’t come back for her. This had made her mad, but of course, she hadn’t said anything. One day, after she had bought her own house to live in, she decided to confront Harry. She went and knocked on his door. When he had answered, she completely didn’t know what to say. She stood there staring at him until he asked her what she was doing. She couldn’t take it anymore. She threw herself onto him and kissed him. He was surprised at first but, he realized she had been here to say and kissed her back. That day, after an hour of kissing her, he had asked her to marry him. She immediately had said yes and kissed him, crying with joy.
Ginny came back to herself and realized she was still kissing Harry.
“Harry, I have to go.” She said, and she walked out the door, blowing him a kiss.
Harry looked out the window and watched her go and then, he went and grabbed his phone. He dialed Fred and Taylor Weasly’s number.
“Hello?” Fred’s voice came loud and clear, he sounded like he had been quite busy.
“Hey,” said Harry, pretty sure of what he was busy with, for he heard Taylor telling him something and romantic music in the background.
“Oh, hey, Harry,” Fred said, sounding irritated “What’s up, mate?”
“Not much,” Harry replied, “Can I talk to Taylor?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they had been doing.
“Uhhh… she’s, um, kinda busy… what do you want Harry?” said Fred.
“Nothing. Just, Can I please talk to Taylor?” Harry said.
“Um, Okay,” Fred said, “Hold on…”
“Hello?” said Taylor sounding, at least, politer than Fred.
“Hey,” Harry said, again.
“What’s up?” Taylor asked
“Nothing,” Harry said, “You?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said, “Just glad Fred’s back, you know.”
“Yeah…” Harry said. “Listen, Can you come over?”
“Um, I don’t know,” he could tell she didn’t want to leave Fred, “Why?”
“I need your help,” he said.
“Ok… with what?”
“Ginny left with Hermione and I need a girl’s help baby-sitting,” Harry said, crossing his fingers.
“Well, um, I guess,” Taylor said gently, “Sure… I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Ok, Thanks, Taylor” he said relieved, “Bye,”
“See ya,” she said.
Half an hour later, Taylor turned up. Her usual spotless, perfect hair and make-up was not seen. She had on a pair of khaki bermuda cargo shorts, and a brown collared tee. Her hair was hanging down by her shoulders, and was a little messed up. Harry guessed that she hadn’t really left as soon as they’d got off the phone, and that Fred, was the reason for her messed up hair.
“Sorry, it took me a while,” she said straightening out her hair, “Fred wasn’t too keen on me leaving.”
“That’s okay,” said Harry smiling, he seriously doubted it was all Fred’s fault. Whatever he had been doing to her, she probably had been encouraging.
“So… where is Elizabeth?” she asked Harry.
“In her room getting her pajamas on.” Harry replied.
“Oh, ok,” she said.
She set her khaki bag down on the couch. Harry looked out the window to the house next door. They were shooting Filibuster Fireworks off in the yard. When he looked back all he saw was a head of brown hair. He heard Taylor crying. She cried on his shoulder for another moment, and then she backed away, and sat on the couch. Harry sat down by her and cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s ok,” Harry said, flabbergasted.
“It’s just that…” She trailed off and began to cry again.
He scooted closer to her and he put his arm around her. She leaned on his shoulder and cried, in his arms. She fell asleep and Harry sat there thinking.
What is she crying about? She got Fred back.
In a few minutes Taylor woke up again.
“Are you ok?” Harry asked her.
“Yes,” she said, but before she could stop herself she started crying again.
Harry gave her a hug and she put her arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder again. He put his arms around her waist and hugged her. When she had calmed down enough, she looked up at Harry.
“I’m really sorry, I-,” she began, but before she could get another word out, Harry was kissing her.
It took her a few minutes to realize what was happening, so to Harry, it seemed that she was kissing him back.
When Taylor understood what happened, she pulled away from Harry.
“Harry? Harry… You know I can’t do this. I’ve seen what it’s like to have that happen to you and… it’s not fun.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
No wonder Fred married her. She’s brilliant! He thought.
“Listen,” she said softly, “I won’t tell Ginny, if you don’t tell Fred.”
“Why would you care if I tell Fred? I’m the one that did it.” He said unsurely.
“I know, but… I’ve already had to call him and say I’m having someone else’s baby, please don’t make me tell him this too.”
“Um, ok, sure,” he said, she wasn’t making any sense, but if it kept him out of trouble with Ginny…
The next day, Harry woke up to find he had fallen asleep on the couch. Taylor had left after putting Elizabeth to bed, and he had sat down on the couch. Ginny was sitting in the kitchen; he could see her from the sitting room.
“Hey,” Harry said, sitting up.
“Good Morning,” said Ginny said. “Hermione got the job!!!”
“Wow! That’s great!!! What is she doing?”
“She’s going to be the new Transfiguration teacher. Old McGonagall is getting too old to do it! She’s almost a hundred and ten, you know.”
“Is she really?” Harry asked, “Weird,”
“I know,” Ginny said.
“You know,” Harry said, “Do you want to go to lunch or something? You, me, and Elizabeth.”
“Sure!” Ginny said.

Well, it's not as good as the others but, it'l do! I have to get off for awhile, like two weeks. But I'll be back as soon as I can to post more!!!

Hey darhling! Woww naughty naughty Harry! Poor Taylor... I can't believe she's had all this to go through... and now they're going to the Caribbean! Woo, I really want to go with them... puhlease?? lol I always wanted to... XD
Great posts! I'll keep checking back, and thanks for your comment in my FF, Tangle!

xx
Liz

Too true! Well, in case you didn't see it up in my post, we're going away for 2 weeks, so it will take a while for me to post! I've got like, time for 1 more post before we leave, so... I'll post later!!! Probably tomorrow!
Yes, Taylor is having a hard time, and I think it will continue until they get to the Caribbean, then it will just start again! Too bad, but it makes it more interesting!!!
No problem with posting in 'Tangle', it's an ausome story so far!!! Let me know when you post more, dahling!!!
Trust me! If you could go to the Caribbean with them, I'd be going too! It'd be me, you, and my friend's: Kristen, and Danielle!!! You have been a great friend (My first) here on SS!!!

Well, as they in Tiggerland, TTFN, Ta Ta For Now!!!
~Taylor~

Hello lovelies! Here is the next part, dahling!

Hermione Weasly walked down the halls of Hogwarts. It felt good to be back in those corridors. The last time she had been in them, she had been worried sick about what marks she had received on her N.E.W.T.s. Now, she was nervous for a different reason. Today was her first year of teaching Transfiguration at the school. She walked up to the third floor and went over to a stone gargoyle.
She looked down at a piece of paper she had received from the Headmaster, Professor Hondlune. It read:
Dear Mrs. Hermione Weasly,
On the first day of school, August 1, meet me in my office at twelve o’clock, noon.
Yours truly,
Headmaster, Jacklos Hondlune

P.S. I know an “animagus”.

Hermione looked up at the stone gargoyle.
“Animagus,” she said.
The stone gargoyle leapt aside and revealed a set of stairs. She climbed the stairs and knocked on the door of the office. Professor Hondlune opened the door. He was a tall, thin man with a red beard and hair that was noticeably turning grey.
“Ah,” he said with a chuckle, “Hermione Weasly, come on in,”
Hermione walked into the room and sat down at a chair he was gesturing at. She had told him that she would take the job, if she was allowed to live at home with her family. So, every night, she would now go outside the Hogwarts gates (as you can’t apparate inside them) and go home to Ron and Patrick. (The other kids were in school, anyway.)
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said.
“And to you, as well!” laughed Professor Hondlune, “You know, we have to go get ready to greet the first years and make sure the rest know where they are going… I was an old friend of Albus Dumbledore, and when you were in school he said you were great, you’ll be fine! Meeting ends! Come on now, miss!”
He led Hermione outside to the Hogwarts gates. She crossed her fingers tightly and hoped for the best.
~.~.~
Ron stood up off the couch where he had playing with a toy broom with Patrick and went to answer the door, where someone was knocking. He opened the door and saw Taylor and Fred.
“Hi!” Taylor said, “Do you mind if we come in? Hermione told us to help you out; she said she’ll be home tomorrow night.”
“Uhhh… sure,” Ron said, he looked at Fred and Fred shrugged.
“Hey,” Fred said to his wife and brother, “I’m gonna go get some drinks and snacks from my place. I’ll be right back.”
“OK,” Taylor said, kissing his cheek.
“Come on in,” Ron said to Taylor.
“Thanks,” Taylor said politely.
She was quite pretty. Her neat brown hair that was usually straight was very curly today. She had on a flowing brown skirt with sequins on the rims, and a white sweater. She was wearing a pink blazer with rhinestones on it overtop. Ron helped her take off her jacket, and hung it up in the closet.
“Thank you,” she said.
How did someone as mean and weird as my brother get married to someone so nice? Ron thought to himself.
Taylor walked over to Patrick.
“Hi, Patrick!” she said, “Oh…” she turned and looked at Ron, “He’s asleep!”
“Oh,” said Ron. He turned and looked at Taylor, who was stroking Patrick’s bushy brown hair that matched his mother’s. Ron walked over to Taylor and Patrick. He picked Patrick up, and carried him to his room.
When he returned, Taylor was sitting on the couch with hear head in her hands. He went and sat next to her.
“So…” he asked her, “What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” she said lifting her head up, “How’re you?”
“Pretty good,” he said moving around in his seat.
They both stood up at the same time and bumped into each other. Ron chuckled and couldn’t think of what to say. Suddenly, he felt himself thrusting himself at her and he was kissing her.
Taylor immediately broke away.
“What are you doing!?” she exclaimed.
Ron was shocked at himself, “Sorry, I…”
Suddenly he was kissing her again. He had wanted to do this for a long time. Taylor was pushing at his chest trying to get him off but, he didn’t budge. He just kept kissing her. She tried to stand up but he pushed her back down. She was flabbergasted, how did this keep happening to her? This just wasn’t her week.

Fred was walking back up to Ron’s door, when he noticed a movement through the window. He looked closer and saw that Ron was kissing his wife. She was pushing at his chest but Ron was just too strong. Fred felt his anger rising. He felt his face turning as red as his hair. He dropped the drinks where he was standing, and ran towards the door. When he burst through the door, he was now angrier than he had ever been at his brother.
“WHAT THE BLOODY-!” he screamed at Ron.
“Fred,” Ron mumbled.
“WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO MY WIFE?”
“Fred, I just-,” Ron stuttered.
“NO! FORGET IT! Come on, Taylor,” he said, much politer to his wife.
Taylor gave Ron a look of anger and disappointment, and then she flipped her hair, and walked over to Fred where he put his arm around her.
Fred said something very nasty to Ron, and he and Taylor left. Taylor was very glad she’d decided she shouldn’t tell Fred about Harry.
“Are you okay?” Fred asked her.
“Y-yes,” she said.
She was shaking in his arms. He stopped and turned to Taylor.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Pretty sure,” she said.
He gave her a hug and squeezed her tightly. He had always known his brother to be an idiot, but this?
“Nothing’s going your way. This week is it?” he asked, still hugging her.
“You have no idea,” she said.
“Well, now we really have to go on vacation… to get away from my brother.” He said.
Taylor stopped shaking; she really did need this trip to the Caribbean, now. When they got there, they would forget everything else, and be together with their kids.
~.~.~
The next day, Hermione was sitting at her desk, waiting for her first class to come in.
She remembered when Minerva McGonagall had sat there. She also remembered where she had sat: On the left side in the front, right next to Professor McGonagall, with Harry and Ron behind her.
Just then, her class came in, they were a group of second years.
“Good morning, class!” she said, “Please take a seat!”
She stood up and walked over to the chalkboard, when her phone rang.
“Hold on one minute class,” she said.
She went and answered the phone.
“Hello?” she said into the phone.
“Hello,” came Fred’s voice.
“Fred, I just started my first class, can this wait?” she said, he always had had horrible timing.
“No, Hermione,” he said, he sounded anxious.
“Ok… what?”
“Ron’s cheated on you,” he said with a sigh.
Hermione gasped, “That- hold on,” she turned to her class, “One minute class,”
She went outside the door, “That foul git! What happened?”
“Well… here, I’ll start at the beginning. Yesterday, when you called me and Taylor to help Ron, we went over at like, 8:30. I decided to go home and get drinks. When I got back, I looked in the window, and he was all over Taylor!” Fred said.
“Taylor!” Hermione said, shocked.
“Don’t blame her, she was trying to push him off,” Fred said, defensively.
“Ok,” Hermione said, getting angrier by the minute.
“So, I burst in and told him off, and left with Taylor. Just thought you should know.”
“Thanks, Fred,” she said, sadly, “Don’t tell him you told me, I want to see if he tells me.”
“Um, alright,” he said, “Bye,”
“Bye,” she hung up the phone.
She walked back into the classroom, putting on a smile, where they were all talking quietly.
“Okay class, Welcome to Transfiguration!”
She went back to the chalkboard and wrote ‘Hermione,’ she thought about writing ‘Granger’ but looked around the room and saw her son, John, sitting there, so she wrote ‘Weasly’.
“My name is Hermione Weasly! I will be your Transfiguration teacher this year! I am John’s mom, and Sam, back there’s aunt! This year you will be learning to transfigure bigger animals! Like rats and kittens.” She said smiling.
She had a good group of kids in this class, but… then again, these were just the second year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. But she still was glad to do it.

That night she went home and stood at the door for a while, if Ron was going to believe she didn’t know, she was going to have to be perfect. She hid her anger, put on a smile, and opened the door.
“I’m home!” she called.
“Hey, Miney! How was work, sweetie?” Ron said.
“Good,” she said smirking; she could tell he was trying to impress her. “I love my classes! All the kids are great! How was you day?”
“Lovely!” he said, standing up and walking over to her.
She faked her smiles, this was it… he had to believe it.
He kissed her and she kissed him back. She loved him so much. He really was a good kisser… She almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing. She broke away and smacked him, right across the face.

Well, here it is! Fred finally found something out! Temper! LOL Well, I'm not exactly sure when we are leaving for those 2 weeks, so I might get another post in!!! Well, don't forget to tell me when you post more in 'Tangle'! It rocks!!! TTFN!
~Taylor~

Hey Taylor!

Wow, I'm surprised you posted so much since this fic started! Good for you. I really like your writing and the storyline. I have a sneaking suspicion that this love jinx that Malfoy sprung is causing all this...

Anyways, can't wait til you post more!

Oh, and do you think you could split your writing up by skipping a line after every paragraph? It's much easier to read that way.

gisele.

Nice posts Taylor! I can't believe I didn't read this before! PAMSY!! I can't wait to see Ron pay! *grins wickedly* Poor Hermy...and Poor Taylor! This just isn't her week!

Ello Taylor gorgeous! Great post, I'm posting in Tangle this arvy!

Oooohh, no longer the only reader eh? I got competition! And thanks so much for saying I've been a great friend, you're an awesome friend too! It's an honour to be your first friend on SS! XD

Have fun while you're away! And tsk tsk RON... very bad boy! Poor Hermione! I shall throw Ron out of a window for her.
Well, I should be going now, I'm going clothes shopping yay!

Even though going to the Caribbean would be WAY more fun...... *coughpiratescough* Hmm sorry I'm a little obsessed with them...
*coughiamapiratecough*..........:/...............

Buhbyee dahlink!
xx
Liz

YAY!!!More readers!!! Thanks for reading my FF!!!

Liz, don't worry about being pirate-obsessed!!! You aren't the only one, I can't help it personally! LyonLover417 and gisele: Thanks for the comments!

I'm still on vacation (as I told Liz) so I don't have time to post, but you can bet I will in a few weeks!!! We will be back home in a couple weeks, maybe next week, but if I have time, her on vacation, I might post as I brought my story with me! Well, we'll see, I've got a little cold so I won't be going to the beach with my family tonght so, maybe I'll post then!!!

Liz, Tangle is going great!!! Awsome possum!!! I'll try to post tonight!
TTFN- TaTa for now!

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! A FEW WEEKS!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN LAST! *faints dead onto the floor* PAMS!! ASAP!

Sorry guys, I ended up at the beach anyway... Well, I try to post ASAP, but... I don't know when I'll have time! I'll post when I can! TTFN, Dahlings!

Fine! I can't take it! Here's the next part! HEEEEYYYYY, Lizziness! PIRATES, AHOY!!! There are pirates in this post! YES!!! "What was that for?" Ron screamed at Hermione.
"You know bloody well what!" Hermione yelled back, "You kissed Taylor!"
"Oh, um..." Ron didn't know what to say.
"Oh, um...what?!" Hermione was furious, "You weren't even going to tell me! How could you!!!"
Ron wanted to say that he didn't mean to, but... he had. He had been reliving the kiss in his mind over and over again in his mind. He was still baffled at the fact that his brother that, according to his mother, wouldn't amount to anything, was married and happy to the most beautiful witch in the wizarding world. Guess Molly Weasly had been wrong. Fred was married with two beautiful children and a gorgeous expecting wife, and had a well paying job. Ron, sure, had four kids and a wife but, he had no job. Hermione made the money. He sat at home, and the kids weren't as successful as Fred's. His kids had nothing. No good grades, no sport talent, and he couldn't even keep a good relationship with his wife! Lena and Sam were perfect. Sam was going to be on the quidditch team and only in his second year! No one had done that good since Harry was in school! Lena was really smart, pretty, and popular. Guess that's what you get when you put together a gorgeous Taylor and a successful Fred.
Just then, the phone rang. Hermione slapped Ron again and answered the phone.
"Hello?" she said irratably.
"Hello," said Fred, "Did you tell Ron?"
"Hey, Fred," she replied, "Yeah,"
"Well... we know what's wrong,"
"What do you mean?" Hermione was confused.
"Well, Malfoy's jinx? Yeah, it's still on. She has that heart still. Harry snogged her, too. Taylor just told me."
"Oh," Hermione felt sorry.
"Well, uh, bye," Fred said, "We're on our airplane to the Caribbean right now."
"OK," Hermione said, "Have fun on vacation."
"OK,"
Hermione hung up the phone and thought for a minute. Then, she stood up to her full height. She ran into the sitting room, and jumped on Ron. She kissed him, and he didn't care what he had done. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him. Then she broke away and said soory to him. Then she told him what Fred had said and kissed him some more. Then, they went upstairs to their room and weren't seen the rest of the night.
~.~.~
Fred, Taylor, Lena, and Sam were getting off the airplane and stepping into the hot, Caribbean sun. They were outside an airport next to the hotel. They went inside to get their bags. When they got to the luggage retreival, Sam jumped up on to it.
"Honey, I don't think we're supposed to do that," Taylor said ushering Sam down.
Thay grabbed Lena and Sam's red bags and Taylor's pink bag. Fred's bag was rolling around on the floor, where it had fallen off. They picked up the black bag and set out. When they got outside, they went next door to a hotel. They checked in and went upstairs. The hotel clerk had told them about a day camp that was going on for kids ages 10-15. Lena and Sam were going to be going to that in a few hours.
They had gotten two suites, one for the kids and one for Fred and Taylor. When thay got upstairs and Lena and Sam had gone into their room, Taylor and Fred went into their room.
"Do you wanna go to the beach?" Fred asked Taylor.
"Sure," Taylor said.
She pulled out a bright blue tankini.
"No.." Fred announced.
"What?" Taylor asked.
"Where this one," he said, "It will be a long time before you can where it again with the baby."
He had pulled out a brown bakini with light pink trim. He was smiling at her. She gave him a small smirk and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him and took the bathing suit from his hands.
When thay were both changed (Fred in brown and green swim trunks) they went into the hall and knocked on the kids door.
Sam opened the door.
"Mum!" Lena said, looking at what her mother was wearing.
"We are going to the beach," Taylor told them, "We'll be back at five o'clock to get you from daycamp. Make sure you don't tell muggles about magic."
"Ok, mum," said Sam.
Taylor kissed both children on the cheek and went outside. When they got outside, they layed their towels done on the warm sand and sat down. Taylor put on her big black sunglasses with rhinestones and kicked off her flip-flops, letting the waves wash over her feet.
She kissed Fred and he felt her warm, tan stomach. She stroked his hair and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He rolled over on top of her and pushed himself up by his hands. Suddenly, he felt a push a strong wind coming from the sea. He sat up, kissed Taylor's forehead, and looked out over the ocean. There, coming towards them at full speed, was a ship. Not just an ordinairy ship... a ship flying the Jolly Roger. A pirate ship. On the side of the ship, were the words in painted in chipping red paint The Death Oyster.


OH YEAH!!! PIRATES!!! HEHE!!!

GASPIES AND SO FALLING OVER SIDEWAYS! PIRATES! HOW WILL THAT COME INTO THE STORY? PAMS! I MUST FIND OUT!

(loved it, by the way)

Hehehe...my little secret!!! Just wait!!! It's for me to know and you to find out!

OK... Here is the next post:
Remember, there is a time difference between Fred, Taylor and everyone else because they are in the Caribbean!
The next morning, Ron woke up in bed and sat up. Hermione was watching the clothes fold themselves.
"Good Morning," she said, not looking at him.
"Morning," said Ron with a huge Ron.
"I'm getting ready for work, Ginny's got Patrick today.
"Okay," said Ron, "See ya,"
He kissed Hermione on the chhek and went back to sleep. Hermione stood up and got on her school robes. They had given her a set of robes, just like the students. Only, instead of a house crest, she had the whole Hogwarts crest.
When she got to Hogwarts, she went straight to the Great Hall and walked to the staff table, where the teachers were eating breakfast.
Hondlune ushered her over.
"Morning Miss Granger," he said.
"Good morning, sir," she said.
She sat down and ate a peice of toast with marmalade. There was a basket of candies on the table. She took out a chocolate frog and ate it. She went to get the card from inside. She expected to get a famous warlock or sorcorer, but what she found wasn't it.
This card had three people on it. One of them was looking at the other two smiling. One was eating a chocolate frog, and one reading a book. Under the picture, it read, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly, Hermione Granger.
She turned it over. On the back it read:
Harry Potter: the boy who lived. His best
friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger.
Fought He-who-must-not-be-named.
She opened another frog and saw Fred and George Weasly on it. The back read:
Founders of Weaslys Wizard Wheezes. Twin
brothers and elder brothers to Ronald Weasly.
Funny.
Why were all her friends on wizard cards? She ate them and went to class.

Sorry it's so short, I got to go! I'll post tonight about the pirates!!! And after that, the story will follow the kids at Hogwarts!

Hey, Liz... Did you know that there is another FF called Tangle? Weird, huh?