Recovered Ivory [1]

One

"Natorious murder has escaped from Azkaban and is at large," the Daily Prophet read. Uncle Severus had been trying for days to keep the paper from me, but he had to leave for Hogwarts earlier then usual. I got access to the paper now, and I knew why he didn't want me to see it.

Sirius Black, the murderer, was none other then my father.

Severus had told me his name, but made me swear I would never go looking for him. I never had, and for that I was glad. I knew he hadn't murdered my mother or Harry's parents, but that made me wonder who he had murdered.

"Ivy?" I glanced up from the newspaper and a grin spread across my face.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, getting up from my chair and hugging him. "What are you doing here?"

"I ran away because I may or may not have accidentally blown up my aunt," he said, sheepishly, looking everywhere but at me.

"Harry Potter," I scolded, shaking my head at him. Granted he hadn't been the only one doing magic over the holidays, at least mine was for protection and not for blowing up my aunt. "So what are you doing here? Awaiting trial?"

He snorted before answering. "The minister thinks this will be the best place for me for a few days, at least until we go back to school," he answered, sitting next to me and stealing some food from my plate. I swatted at his hand, but he took no notice. "What are you doing here?"

"My uncle is away on business, and he wasn't going to be back in time for school to start," I said, the normal lie running of my tongue. "So I'm staying here until we leave."

"Nice!" he exclaimed, grinning. "At least I won't be alone now."

"No you won't," I said, smiling back at him.

Harry and I were best friends, and we had been through hell and back together with Ron and Hermione. Both had become great friends of both of us and we went through so much. It would be weird without them here. Though, as if on thought, I noticed a ginger head, and then another and another.

"Fred?" I asked, seeing the twin that I was starting to fall in love with. He turned and looked at me, a grin spreading across his face once he saw my trademark black bun and green eyes.

"Ivy!" he exclaimed, hurrying over to me as I stood up, and hugging me tightly.

"How do you always know it's him?" George asked, shaking his head at us, looking baffled. "Our own mother has a hard time telling us a part."

"I resent that," Mrs. Weasley scolded, coming over to us and beaming at me and Harry. "What are you two doing here?"

"My uncle is away on business, so I'm staying here until the train leaves," I said, smiling at Fred as he kept his arms around my waist. As Harry began to tell her and the rest of the clan about what happened, Fred sneakily extricated me from the crowd to an empty hallway. Even though he was two years older then me, I was beginning to fall for him.

"I missed you so much," he murmured, kissing my forehead. He held me close and took a deep breath to take in my scent. "You always smell like a potions room, but not in a bad way." There was s small smile on his lips and I grinned back at him.

"You always smell like sparks and mischief," I shot back, earning a hearty chuckle from him. "So, how was your trip?" Him and his family recently went on a trip to Egypt, which I had been super jealous of. 

"It was so amazing," he gushed, a huge smile spreading across his face. He paused for a moment, thinking, before looking at me. "How can you tell George and I apart?"

"Well," I began, looking away slyly before meeting his eyes with a small smile of my own, "I'm not snogging your brother."

In response he leaned down and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. Even though I was still considered young, and Severus would have Fred's hide if he knew, I knew Fred was going to be around for a long time. Someone clearing their throat made us pull a part quickly. We both looked a little fearfully towards the noise, relaxing when we saw Hermione standing there trying not to laugh at us.