There was a feeling of someone pushing me slightly forward as I began to wake from my sleep, as someone else pushed what felt like two small pillows behind my back. In my sleepy state, I didn't even begin to question what was going on, thinking it was part of my dreams. Sounds of sniggering from either side of me started to wake me up. I started to turn onto the pillow-like objects behind me as I stretched, only to be welcomed by the horrific sounds of a whoopy cushion and the loud bursts of laughter from around me. I sprang up from where I was laying only to be greeted by George crouching beside me, laughing his head off and Fred behind the sofa doing the exact same thing.
"Brilliant!" Fred half screamed as he began wheezing with laughter from behind me. George on the other hand had managed to make his way onto the floor, barely making a noise. I got up from the sofa bed in my messy and sleepy state, picked up the whoopy cushions and threw one at each of them, and landing perfectly onto their faces.

"Why did you have to wake me up, I was having a nice sleep." I slowly made my way over to the kitchen table, which already had some breakfast on it. George had somewhat collected himself, even with the occasional burst out in a chuckle and sat opposite me.
"Had to get you up somehow." George had a smirk on his face, it was definitely his idea. Fred sat beside me and grabbed some toast. They were both already fully dressed and ready for the day, but they weren't wearing normal clothes. They had almost identical suits on, both brown with barely noticeably different patterns stitched into it, slightly different shirts which you could only see the collar; George's shirt was a slightly purple patterned one with a orange tie, whilst Fred had a yellowish patterned shirt and a deep red tie.
"Off out somewhere are you?" I spoke before biting into my toast and noticing the sky outside, it looked like the sun had only just risen. "Jesus Christ how early is it?"
"You're coming with us." George had a mischievous smile as always as he spoke, Fred was still demolishing his food.
"Where to?" They always seemed to be cryptic about anything they done.
"Always questions with this one." Fred joked and shook his head.
"You would too if you had the same 24 hours as me." I could see George and Fred exchanging looks between them.
"Don't worry it won't be like yesterday, but you might want to get ready soon." George took all of our plates over to the sink and made them wash themselves up. It still wasn't something I was used to, and I don't think I ever would.

I quickly changed into the same clothes as yesterday, using anything I could find in my bag, as well as what I had been leant to freshen up. The dungarees I was sporting looked very dressed down compared to the twins who were all suited and booted for the day.
The boys were playing a game of cards that looked like snap whilst waiting for me, although it probably wasn't a normal set of cards.
"Ready?" George asked as he looked up, putting down the cards immediately.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I held all my belongings, not knowing where I was going or if I was going to be going back to mine at some point. "Oh god we're not driving to the place are we?" They both chuckled and shook there heads. Last time, I wasn't aware of what was happening at all, but this time I was, and I wasn't sure how I would react.
"If you feel sick, make sure you target it at George." Fred laughed as I shook my head at him, taking hold of George's hand that was held out for me to do so. Almost as soon as I grabbed onto his hand (very tightly), we vanished. Although the process only lasted a second or two, I almost felt faint from the speed I felt.

As we arrived I lost my balance, dizzied from the fast paced travel. I gripped onto George's blazer to keep myself upright as my knees went slightly weak, thankfully he onto me.
"Aim at George!" Fred almost shouted and dodged from in front of me.
"Fred! I'm not going to throw up." I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction as I gained my balance back again.
"Looks like she's got a stronger stomach than you. Should have seen him the first time he used the floo powder at home." George laughed as he wound up Fred who had shaken it off and started to walk ahead. The cobbles on the floor were covered in what looked like wanted posters, flying away with the wind. The old looking building either side of us were completely deserted, all of them looking like they had nothing left in them after being ransacked. Wherever we were, didn't feel completely safe, and after the event under the bridge I was being more cautious, looking around behind me and beside myself and George. We only had to walk a short distance before I saw where we were heading towards. My jaw dropped as I watched the giant version of what looked like Fred and George's face as one, on the front of a large lively looking building lift up its top hat to reveal a bunny underneath it, then reveal it was gone the next time.
"Is this-" I let go off George's wrist, which I hadn't notice until now that I had been gripping onto it extremely tightly.
"Welcome to Weasley's Wizards Wheezes." George spoke as if he was at a grand opening, and Fred opened the door and gestured equally as grandly for me to come in. It was incredible. Floors upon floors of various items I had absolutely no clue about, cabinets of shiny rocks that looked like I shouldn't touch, a fountain of pink smoke bursting from it, boxes of what looked like chocolate but I doubted it really was.

"Speechless?" George smirked as he spoke, having to walk around me as I gawked looking around in one stop. I nodded my head, having no words for what I was seeing. I walked over to the selection boxes of chocolates on a table in front of me.
"What are these?"
"Skiving snack boxes, you've got some puking pastilles there." George laughed, offering one out to me.
"I doubt Fred would want me throwing up on his suit." I laughed and winked at Fred, who looked looked amused. I looked around at all the shelves, while Fred disappeared off elsewhere into the shop, George followed me, finding my reactions to things far too funny.
"You can pick things up you know." He chuckled, picking up the things I was looking at to give to me.
"Am I allowed to touch these though, being a muggle and all that." Even if I sounded stupid, I had no idea what anything was, for all I knew I could have turned into a frog.
"Course you can, I'll tell you if you shouldn't."
"You say that, and then you let me smell something and I'll turn into a goat." I laughed as I began to walk over to the pink fountain looking thing with small bottles displayed on it.
"Maybe I should turn you into a goat, make a little pen for you somewhere and have you as a pet. You know I could do that." He was enjoying the torment of the idea of me as a goat.
"I know you're joking, but I reckon I'd be a pretty cute Pygmy goat if you were going to. A Pygmy goat with a pink streak, you could sell me to a petting zoo for a decent amount of money." He laughed with me, breaking out into a full smile. I picked up one of the pink bottles, finding myself slightly drawn to it.
"Looking for love with that?" Fred suddenly appeared holding a bag of something. "Who were you planning on using the love potion on?" I saw him wink at George, and I felt my face go red. I was glad the pink hue was disguising the sudden flush.

Fred had ushered me to another part of the shop where what looked like a till was placed. This park of the shop looked empty compared to the rest of it, and then it dawned on me as I saw what Fred was pulling out of the bag. The sweets from the sweet shop I worked at.
"Is this the proposition again?" George pulled out a stall from around the till for me to sit on.
"Yes, but at least we don't have to be secret about it like beforehand." George joined Fred on the opposite side to me, I felt like I was in a job interview. I recalled them asking about wanting "muggle" sweets for their business for the kids that had never come across it before, it all made sense now. It was actually quite sweet.
"Thing is, with the way things are in our world, with darkness looming over us every second, people need a bit of laughter." Fred was being somewhat serious for once.
"Especially the first and second years that are off to Hogwarts soon." George continued, but realised that I had no idea what he meant in that part. "Hogwarts is a massive castle where wizards and witches go to learn magic, Ron and Ginny still go there." I nodded, wanting to ask more but decided to put it in a place in my mind which was storing more and more questions about magic.
"Some are like us, never having anything to do with the muggle world, but some are the complete opposite and never knew they were a witch or wizard until they got a letter accepting them in." Fred was unloading all the half eaten and tried sweets as he spoke.
"We thought that having muggle things would be good for those who are from muggle families and background as something to bring to Hogwarts, but also something exciting and new for magic families like ours."
"We just need your help now. We know what we want." The both of them were looking at me like puppies wanting a treat, I couldn't resist the offer, especially if it meant I got to even spend a little bit more time in here.
"Okay, I'll help, but I also have a suggestion." They both watched me eagerly, both smiling brightly at my agreement. "I think you should get some muggle magic kits, and maybe some things like we saw in the joke shop before." I was aiming more at George, as he had been in it, and was amazed by all of it, like how I was in here.
"Wicked." They both spoke in sync with a huge amount of excitement in their voices.

We spent the rest of the day creating ideas for the muggle section and how we were going to get in all these things for them to sell. They wanted every kind of sweet they had tried and even more that they hadn't. I think if they could, they would have tried to get in every kind of sweet and chocolate that existed to muggles. By the time we had finished planning (with a break where I got to where shoes that let me walk up a wall, but I fell off the wall and George had to catch me), it had started to go dark. There had only been a couple of people walk passed the shop, the whole street had seemed abandoned apart from the odd people passing by, but I was sure it was going to be flooded as soon at this shop was opened. We decided to apparate out of the shop, rather than go back onto the street outside, they weren't too sure what kind of people were hanging around outside of it, but they weren't willing to come across anyone like they had under the bridge again, at least not today. I wasn't quite as dizzy as we arrived back out into the burrow, which was lit up inside and looked full of life.
"I think Hermione and Harry are here." George commented as we walked through the grass outside of their home.
"Don't worry about them, Hermione is muggle-born and didn't know she was a witch until she got a letter. Still better than all of us put together mind." Fred began.
"And Harry's the chosen one, but he didn't know he was a wizard until he got a letter. Actually I think Hagrid told him?" George looked at Fred for reassurance but instead just shrugged. "I think so. Anyway, he lived with his aunt and uncle who are muggles and hate magic and basically kept him hostage. So you'll fit right in with them." I laughed at them, trying to follow on to what they were saying.

As we got closer to the house, I felt myself accidentally kick something on the floor, which looked like a rogue potato until I saw it move it's ugly little self.
"Oi!" The little creature shouted up, before plunging its razor sharp teeth into my shoe and into my feet.
"Shit!" I tried not to show now much pain I was in, even in the twilight I could see the blood starting to leak through my trainers. George quickly looked down at the creature and grabbed it, the little thing shouting 'Geroff! Geroff!" Before spinning it around before throwing it up in the air and kicking it far away.
"Bloody Gnomes! Are you okay?" George looked down and noticed my white shoe had now turned red, quickly wrapping one arm around my waist and putting my arm over his shoulder. "Fred grab the other side of her, little gits bitten her." Fred quickly ran to the other side of me and copied what George was doing. I refrained some speaking, opting to hold my breath to stop myself from shouting every swear word I knew.
"It's okay, we'll sort it." George was trying to soothe me but the panic in his voice was showing.
"Breathe Ember, breathe. Mum!" Fred was shouting equally as panicked. They way they were acting, I would have thought the thing was poisonous. Oh god, was it poisonous.
"I swear to god if that thing has venom." I could hear George and Fred laughing at me. At least that answered my question that it wasn't, but it is still killed.

"Oh you poor dear, I'll sort it out for you don't worry." Molly gave a caring smile as Fred and George got me onto the sofa. Molly turned to both of them and lightly smacked with with the tea towel that was laying over her shoulder. "I told you two to get the bloody things out of the garden."
"I thought gnomes were meant to be sweet little old men that guard the garden. Not ugly potato's with sharp teeth." I tried to laugh, but the feeling of my shoe and sock coming off, aggravated it again. I could hear Ron and Ginny upstairs with who I assume were with Hermione and Harry. Molly came round with some first aid equipment, and started to clean it up, which although it stung, it was starting to feel a whole lot better. Molly finally wrapped it up in a bandage, which felt a whole lot better than it did, I couldn't walk on it properly but at least I wasn't in as much pain.
"There you go, should be better within a few days. Glad you don't cry like both of them have when they got bitten." She squeezed my shoulder, looking at the twins.
"We were 9! Wouldn't have been so bad if Percy hadn't run off scared of them when Charlie and dad were showing us what to do." I couldn't help but laugh at Fred making excuses.

"Bloody hell, are you two determined to kill her?" Ron laughed as he came behind the sofa, a boy his age with glasses was behind him, and a girl with brown wavy hair either side of him.
"Surprised they haven't managed to get themselves killed yet first." The boy in glasses spoke, I assumed that was Harry.
"He thinks he's better than everyone because he's the only one to survive a killing curse." George whispered to me, but loud enough for everyone to hear, like he was trying to wind him up. Fred took the opportunity to grab the glasses off of his face and put them on himself, and started to pull a weird face.
"Jesus Harry, isn't there a spell to fix your eyesight." Fred taunted and began pulling the glasses off to look normally and putting them back on to test just how bad they are. "Are you sure you weren't wearing these when Voldemort tried to kill you the first time? Probably would have rebounded from these alone." I could tell Harry was all too used to this, maybe he even enjoyed it. Ginny proceeded to elbow Fred in the stomach and grabbed the glasses off of him and handed them back to Harry.

Molly prepared food, I wasn't sure how she managed to do it, but she always seemed to manage to make the perfect amount for everyone, including seconds. You could see how close Ron and his friends were, not only together but with the whole family. Harry and Hermione spent most of the time asking about me and what I did, Hermione especially seemed to want to make a lot of effort to talk to me. I had to hop between the table and to the living area, still not being able to hold much or any weight onto my foot. Each one of them had insisted on helping me over to different places. Everyone had seemed to disappear off to different places once again, Ron, Hermione and Harry had gone back upstairs again, where everyone else had gone was a bit of a mystery.
"How's your foot?" George spoke quietly, sitting next to me in front of the fire like he did the night before.
"It feels a lot better. Can't believe I got bitten by a walking potato."
"An ugly walking potato." He corrected me while laughing.
"A very ugly, walking and talking potato." I retaliated and laughed with him. "Never going to be able to look at potato's again. Definitely not going to kick any." We both giggled together. There was a silence between us again, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.

"I want to show you something." George said quietly, acting a little suspicious. I gave him a concerned look, not sure what he was up to. "I promise it won't involve any gnomes biting you." He had the puppy eyes as he looked at me.
"Okay, but I don't think I can deal with the apparating." George had already gotten up and helped me stand up.
"Good job I wasn't planning on travelling that way, I've got a better idea. But we need to walk to it first, so-" he turned around and crouched in front of me indicating for me to get onto his back. If it wasn't for being injured and that my curiosity took over, I would have rejected the offer. I hoped onto George's back, and he got up with ease, getting out his wand and muttered something like "lumos" to light up the end as we went out into the dark of the house. There wasn't any lights anywhere close to here, other than the burrow. He walked towards a small shed further out in the field. I tried to look out for the gnomes on the floor as he walked, but there were none to be seen. He let me down slow and gentle to that I could find my footing easily, still looking around for any rogue gnomes. He grabbed what looked like a long broomstick, and seemed to make it hold itself, ready for someone to get on it. George mounted it first and waited for me to get on behind him, I wrapped my arms around him, assuming it was going to be like riding a motorbike.
"Make sure you hold on tight." He laughed and a gripping hold as tight as I could.

All of a sudden we shot up into the sky, just under the clouds. I'd never seen the stars so bright in the sky, and the burrow turned into a small speck of light in the distance. I hugged around George, laying the side of my face against his back as I watched the bright stars up in the sky. We seemed to have flown somewhere deep into the countryside, there was no lights beneath us, just pure darkness, with the only light being the moon and stars. I wondered how or even if he did know where we were going, but in the moment I didn't care. I was in awe of what I was seeing around me, I wouldn't have ever imagined I'd be in a situation like this. We started to decline back down the the ground, slow enough so that we didn't hit the ground hard. We got to the floor smoothly, nothing like a plane landing for sure.
"How was that?" George asked as he helped me off of the broom.
"Amazing, why don't you always use that to travel? I know I would." He smiled down at the floor and picked me up in a bridal style and began walking. I was going to question what he was doing, but I assumed it was just to speed things up.
"I would, but can't have muggles seeing my flying around on a broomstick. We only really use them when we were at hogwarts for quidditch; it's a wizard sport, me and Fred were beaters which meant we had to protect our team from being attacked by a bludgers." I nodded, not having a clue what he was on about.
"So, whereabouts are we going?" I couldn't see anything other than the sky and the light that was luminating off of his wand.
"I wanted to show you something, remember? But I couldn't do it near the house, might have given mum a heart attack." George laughed and placed me onto the stump of a chopped down tree that was tall enough for me to sit on comfortably.

George began to get something out of his pocket, fiddling around with it, it was too cold to see what he was doing or what with but I sat in silence waiting. He muttered something as a spark came out of the wand and a whizzing sounds began with more sparks. The sparks and the sounds began to become more and more as George sat on the edge of the stump watching too. The sparks turned into loud bangs and sparks of colours, going into bright and loud fireworks up into the sky. They began to turn from normal fireworks into figures, things such as bumble bees that were buzzing, and turned into birds that started to coo as they flew around us, singing there own little songs. My mouth must have been close to the ground as I watched them transform into different animals, I noticed George watching my reaction in the corner of my eyes more than the fireworks. The bird swarmed around us, sizzling and cracking with colour, they came together as there colours changed into a vibrant red, transforming again but into a dragon. The dragon flew around us, just like it was in the night sky. It then began to separate, the colours flickering into different ones, dispersing out into butterflies before sizzling out until the last butterfly, fluttered towards us and slowly fluttered into my hand before dispersing like the rest of the fireworks, but I couldn't feel any heat on my hand.

Speechless. I couldn't even put into words how the display made me feel. The beauty of magic was astounding and something I couldn't even begin to describe well enough. Watching magic created its own kind of excitement that would never be matched to the same degree. It brought me so much happiness just to watch it.
"What d'ya think?" George had a giant smile across his face, the moonlight shone onto his face, his eyes reflecting the sparkles from the stars above us.
"I-I don't even know where to start." I could feel my cheeks aching from smiling so much while watching the display. He smiled so bright that he could have become a star in the night sky. He got up from his sit and offered me a hand, guiding me up to stand up with him. I hobbled slightly to stand away from the stump, following his hand. I watched carefully as he got his wand out, with a bright smile and pointed it just in-front of me.
"Expecto Patronum." As he spoke a beam out light shot out of the wand, the beam was followed by a ray of like, as the beam transformed into a magpie. The bright magpie began to light up the darkness around us, and saw through the sky with the ray of light following. The magpie shot straight down to the floor and began to loop in between both of our legs. It started to circle around both me and George as one, creating a giant ball of light around us as it's wings glided around us. I could see the reflection of the rays of light and the beam that was the bird mirroring in George's eyes as he flickered between looking for my reaction and what the magpie was doing. The magpie began to slow down, fluttering around me and beginning to wrap the rays of light around just me before diving straight into my chest and vanishing, the rays out light diminished with it.

Although the beam of light that was the magpie had vanished, along with the rays of light with it, it was as if I could see the magpie flying in George's eyes. I couldn't help but become draw to it, moving closer and closer without realising I was even doing it until the magpie began to fade away, and instead was created by George's deep brown eyes. The butterflies deep in my stomach erupted within me again, but far more intense than it had ever been; like they had become the fireworks I had watched. I felt the warmth of George's hands rest onto me waist, pulling me in closer to him whilst never moving his eyes from mine. There was a moment of silence, the only faint sounds was the rustling of leaves from the wind in the distance. The silence broke as I felt his lips crash into my own. There wasn't even a small part of me that rejected it, rather, welcomed the action like it was something I'd been waiting for, for a very long time. The butterflies turned into fireworks as we kissed, igniting something more intense than I could ever imagine. It felt like it last forever, and no time at the same time. As the kiss broke, both of us instinctively rest our foreheads against each other's, smiling brighter than ever.