La POV

"Oh my God!" I slammed the door shut and gagged. What I saw when I opened the door to Fred and George's room sickened and George, on George's bed, George on top of Aries, making out.

From inside the room I heard two pairs of feet walking towards the door.

"My eyes!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands.

"Well it wasn't like we wanted you to walk in, darling La." Aries told me, scrathing the back of her neck. George stood beside her.

"And we were acting in a passionate fit of lust and needed-"

"That's enough, George. I'm going to be having nightmares for the next week, if we're lucky! My eyes!" I groaned, and all of a sudden Fred was behind me.

"Ladies and gents, mum and dad are almost here with members of the order." His brown eyes locked with mine, nodding at my unasked question. My dad was with them, the man who was in Azkaban before I could walk, and didn't see me when he got out to keep us both safe. Fred comfortingly put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me into his lanky form.

I heard a door shut from downstairs, and heard the voice of Mrs. Weasley, telling us to come downstairs and get some food. That sent Fred and George racing down the stairs. Ginny, Aries, and I walked down the stairs at a much slower pace, and when I reached the base of the stairs, I saw a head of long, tousled black hair, and blue eyes that matched my own.

My father, in flesh and blood, stood in front of me, smiling. I walked up shyly, all eyes staring at us. I could feel my usually pale cheeks turning a slight pink color.

"Uh, hey dad." I said, slightly awkwardly. He outstretched his arms, and I smiled a bit.

"What? No hug for your dad?" I ran into his arms, burying my face in his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled like a mix of dog, cologne, and strawberries.

"Hi daddy." I whispered. When we pulled out of the embrace, he kept his hands on my shoulders.

"You've grown so much, sweetheart!" He smiled fondly at what I assumed was a fond memory. "I remember when you were barely walking, and the only word you said was 'broom'. That was when I knew you would be a quiditch player. From what Molly and Arthur tell us, you play very well."

"Well, I'm not that good..." It was weird hearing my dad's English accent and my lacking one. Everyone dispersed, thanks to Mrs. Weasley "kindly" guiding, and my father and I sat on the couch.

"That's not true. So, we have quite a bit of catching up to do, don't we Isabella?"

"Yes sir. But there's been one question that's been bugging me since McGonagall told me about you and my mother. How did you fall in love? Were you two ever married?" I asked, looking at my dad.

"Why, of course we were married! It was right after school, a bit before James and Lily." He looked at me sadly. "They were your god parents, you know. We lived in a large white house with blue shutters and a picket fence, right down the street from the Potter's. You're mother and I loved you so much. The night your God parents were murdered, that was also the night your mother took your brother and left. I saw my cousin, Bellatrix, who was good friends with your mother, leaving the house with them. I hid." He shook his head. "Thank Merlin you were with Remus that night. I was taken to Azkaban, and he gave you to an American friend of his, or so he told me in his letters."

"Woah, brother?"

"Yes, your brother Alexander. Little Ander was your twin. You two were faternal, however. He had my hair and your mother's eyes." Father frowned, and I patted his hand.

"Dad, you never answered how you and mom fell in love."

"It just sort of happen, I suppose. It was 6th year when I finally asked her to Hogsmead. She was a Slytherin, and I was a Gyffindor, but that hardly mattered. Her family was strictly pure blood, as was mine, though I was considered quite the bit of a blood traitor." He paused and rolled his eyes. "It was the last night of 7th year, and that was when I proposed to her. By that time I was living by myself. We moved in together, and a year later we were married with you on the way. Oh we were so young, barely 19 when you and Alexander came along."

"Dad, does Alexander go to Hogwarts?" He shook his head. Glancing around, I saw Fred watching from the stairs, Harry's invisabilty cloak keeping his hiding place. It was a wonder he fit, which would explain exactly how I saw, when he shifted, his shoe pop out. And I was pretty sure father didn't notice.

"No, no as I've heard your mother and his Aunt have been tutoring him in general magic and the dark arts."

"How did you find this out?"

"Well, I may not like Snape very much, but I do ask him of the well being of my son." I nodded. "So, Isabella, any boys of your fancy." Yeah, Fred. But it wasn't like I was just going to blurt that out.

"Possibly, father." I said aloofingly. He clicked his tounge.

"And who is Mr. Possibly, may I ask? It's one of the Weasley boys. Fred, no doubt, considering I noticed George and your friend snogging in the kitchen." I nodded. "Ah, so Fred. Quite the little play boy, I've heard. What do you like about him, love?" Dammit Fred, why do you have to be hiding?

"Well, he's funny, and sweet, and a bit overprotective but I think it's sexy and he'd be pretty smart if he applied himself more. He's got the most gorgeous eyes, and I love his hair." I said quietly, blushing for the second time today. Why would I tell my dad that? My dad! Not Aries, but my father! Merlin I'm an idiot!

"Have you two had se-"

"NO! No, dad we haven't. And not for a long time, either."

"That's what I like to hear. So, what do you like best at Hogwarts."

"The secret passageways." I smirked deviously. "They've helped George, Fred, and I hide from proffesors many a late curfew."

"What about your girl friend, the one that's here?"

"Aries doesn't like sneaking out. She's not a goody two shoes, but Aries hates being in detention. Up until lately, I haven't minded it."

"Harry's told me all about Umbridge." I could've sworn I heard Fred growl from behind the invisability cloak, but I couldn't be sure.

"Yeah, right bitch that one." George added in, coming out of no where.

"Thank you for sharing, George."

"Don't worry Isabella, you may go with your friends. We'll finish talking later." In the kitchen, Fred materialized beside me, ruffling his hair. Aries and George were nowhere to be found.

"So, I have gorgeous eyes, you love my hair, I'm funny, sweet, my overprotiveness is sexy, and I could be smart if I applied myself more." I looked down, embarresed. I mumbled a yes. He lifted my chin up with his hand."Well, I think your beautiful, your eyes remind me of the ocean, your bloody brilliant, you're one of the most caring people I know, your lips are perfect, and I think your ability to stand up for yourself, though you know I'd do it anyway, is incredibly sexy." Wow. Who's this guy who replaced my Fred? Well, whoever he is wrapped his arms around my waist, and leaning down, kissed me. Backing up, I felt my back hit the wall. I bit his lip and he groaned. I smirked into his kiss.

Well, damn, this really is my Fred.