Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

The Burrow and Back To Hogwarts

"My Dear! What at Hogwarts happened to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked, once she had sent off George and Fred and Ron to de-gnome the garden.

I gave a half-hearted smile and slumped down onto an armchair as she began to heal my bruises. Slowly, I began to fall asleep, and the last thing I knew was that I was being carried up to a bedroom and laid on a bed.

"My dear child..." my father's voice echoed through my brain.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw him smiling sadly down at me. I stared, not noticing the dark, ominous graveyard.

"Dad?" I whispered, my tears filling my eyes. "Dad, please, what happened on Christmas?" I asked, approaching him.

"Get away from me!" He cried out, stepping back into the shadows of a giant stone. "I am dead. It is best if you stay away from me, no matter how much we love each other. I cannot tell you, Elizabeth, what happened that night, but  I can say that that memory is not your own. It was tinkered with and warped into the creator's design."

Suddenly the graveyard seemed to sway, and I heard evil chanting. I saw floating wands coming towards my father, and the chanting grew louder. I covered my ears but watched the wands strike my father, and I heard him cry out. My voice joined his as I watched my father fall, one more time, and as the darkness took me, I heard Ginny's voice in my head, "Liz, please, wake up..."

I sat up, shivering and frightened, sweat glistening down my back, across my forehead, and under my arms. Ginny was frowning, and Fred and George were staring down at me, a worried look etched on their faces.

"Are you alright?" asked Fred.

"We heard you scream, and we thought someone had died!" George said. The image of my father being attacked raced across my mind and I flinched. The twins exchanged glances, but Ginny didn't notice and she gave me a small smile.

"Anyways, I can't wait for Hogwarts! I'll be a first year this year!" She exclaimed, giggling. I grinned and nodded, the effects of a giggling, bubbly eleven year old soothing my fears, making me forget my nightmare.

"Why don't we go get our supplies?" I asked.

"Harry and Ron wanted to go with their friend Hermione next Thursday, so-" Fred began.

"So that's when we're going!" Ginny cut off excitedly. George glared at her, but she didn't notice.

"Thanks, Ginny," he muttered as she scampered off down the hallway and out of the house.

"Let's go do something stupid." I declared, standing up. They looked at each other, then at me, and grinned.

"We have the perfect idea." They both said simultaneously, hopping off of the bed.

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"I'LL MISS YOU, MY DEARS!" Mrs. Weasley called, waving to us as the Hogwarts Express left Platform 9 3/4. I smiled and sat back, high fiving Angelina and Katie Bell and kicking my feet up onto the seat opposite me. Katie Bell and Angelina had hung out over the summer, while I was with the Weasleys or with my cousin. Fred and George and Lee were searching the train for candy and new kids to torcher with pranks and what not.

"Has anyone seen Rose?" I suddenly asked, sitting back up, looking about the small compartment for my now fully-grown cat. She suddenly jumped onto my lap and purred, as if saying, 'Right here, Elizabeth. You feed me. I'll never leave you.'

I smiled and ran my hand through her soft fur feeling her rumbles. Angelina and Katie had begun to play a game of Magical Chess when suddenly, the compartment door opened, and Fred, George, and Lee were grinning like complete fools. I smirked knowingly and raised an eyebrow.

"Which Professor this time, boys?" I asked, looking through one of Lockheart's stupid, expensive books with a sigh of malcontent.

"Well," said Lee sitting down.

"We decided," Fred said sitting next to him.

"To gice Lockheart a good scare before his first day." George finished, crossing his arms across his chest, smirking. The boys burst into a fit of laughter.

"You should have seen-" Lee started.

"What on Earth did you do to him?" Katie demanded, as the boys cracked up again.

"His hair!" Fred said.

"What about it? Angelina demanded.

"It's a nice shade of orange." George said.

"Of course, it is definately not as sophisticated as our lovely Weasley orange," Fred said.

"It's a nice, ugly, bright orange that burns your eyes." Lee said.

"And it definately clashes with the dashing purple color he's sporting," George said, causing the three of them to burst into another fit of laughter.

"He'll be embarrassed when he wakes up!" Fred exclaimed.

"When he wakes up?" Angelina demanded, but going along with the prank. The boys were simply trying to make us laugh.

"What kind of boy plays a prank on a sleeping man?" Katie asked humorously.

"Us." They all replied. We burst into laughter at the ridiculous thought of Lockheart his lucious, golden-blonde hair turned a shade of bright orange.

"I believe I know who will be having fun this year!" A voice said from the open door to our compartment.

"Oliver!" I exclaimed, getting up and throwing my arms around his neck.

"Well hello there, beautiful!" He exclaimed, laughing. I heard a few snickers from Katie and Lee and Fred.

"Get a room, you two!" Fred said, making me blush as I turned back around to everyone.

"I don't know, you would have to pay for it, Fred." Oliver retorted immediately, wrapping an arm goofly around my neck. I shook my head in disbelief and raised an eyebrow.

"You guys! You are all a bunch of weirdos and losers! Get a hold of yourselves!" I exclaimed, a deep magenta color creeping up the bottom of my neck to my face.

"Ohhhh! Did you know you're blushing, Pure?" asked Oliver, squeezing my hand. I smacked him as hard as I could and he smirked.

"I hate you all." I mumbled.

"Oh no, you love us!" They all chorused, and I grinned.