Time Is Galleons

"Love, wake up. The girls are up and I have to head downstairs to the shop with Fred. It's only a few hours till the store opens. Once you and the girls are ready, you'll be there, right?" George shook a limp body from exhaustion. The body slowly stirred in the bed before opening their eyes.

"It's already today? I'll be up in a second, did you change the girls' diapers or did you leave that duty with me?"

"I changed them both so you could sleep in." The father kissed her forehead softly, getting off the bed. He walked to the door while grabbing his coat, putting it over his orange vest and purple tie with a 'W' on it. "I love you."

"I love you, too." The mother sat up, rubbing her sleep filled eyes. Two small cries could be heard from one of the three rooms in the apartment. She arose from her bed, walking into the other room, only to enter a pink baby room.

The walls were filled with pink flowers and butterflies wallpaper. The ten month old girls were standing up in their cribs, looking at their young mother. The room was set up like the Weasley twin's old room except without all the posters and boxes. It was filled with toys and stuffed animals; the cribs set up like the twin's beds. The apartment was filled with six rooms, three of them being small bed rooms. One for Fred, one for the babies, and one for George and the young mother.

The mother moved from one crib to the other, picking up both of the babies. The twin babies were both red heads, like their father. Their tiny hands clung to their mother's shirt as she placed them upon the large changing table, big enough for two. After both of the twins were changed, wearing identical pink knitted sweaters with large 'W's on them, courtesy of Mrs. Weasley.

As the mother and the two red headed twins, in their mother's arms, made their way downstairs, one of the older set of twins came to greet them. "Let me take Elizabeth for you." He took one of the twins out of her arms and lifted her into the air, smiling up at her. A few soft giggles escaped her tiny lips.

"Is that my Elizabeth giggling?" George walked over to his twin and smiled, looking at the young mother. "Abbie, you haven't even gotten dressed yet. You only dressed Cielle and Elizabeth."

"I know, I was wondering if you two could watch the twins real quick while I run upstairs to get dressed."

"Of course we will. Twins watching twins." George grabbed one of his daughters and cradled her in his arms. "Hurry, love. Store opens in about ten minutes. Place should be packed, opening day that is. Fred and I put the high chairs right behind the cash register so you can have two hands to work with."

"Thanks, George, Fred." Abbie quickly ran upstairs to get dressed. Once in the messy room belonging to Abbigail and George, she plopped down on the queen sized bed and closed her eyes for one minute.

"Abbigail, dear, wake up," Mrs. Weasley shook me a couple times until I opened my eyes. Louise standing right behind her. "Good, you're up," Mrs. Weasley walked over to the door. "Oh, could you girls wake up the twins for me? I've got to go wake up Ginny and Hermione."

Louise looked at me with a confused look upon her face. "Why were you smiling in your sleep?"

"Good dream, that's all." I couldn't help but to smirk, that dream was. . .nice.

Louise and I made our way into the twin's room. Fred was laying on his side snoring while George was laying on his stomach, one leg and arm sticking off the bed. Louise had sat next to Fred, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back, her blond hair draped over her shoulder. I slowly placed my knees on each side of George's body before sitting on his lower back, tickling his sides. It wasn't long before George laughed and woke up, falling off the bed, causing me to fall with him.

I hit my head on the floor hard. I went from tickling and laughing at George to clutching my head. It was nothing serious, just a good whack to the head hurts. George noticed me holding my head after about an entire minute of just laying on the ground, trying to wake up.

"Abbie?" he grabbed me, pulling me up into a sitting position. My legs molded together as both my feet were next to my body, curled up. "Did you hit your head?" I nodded slightly before he kissed where I hit my head. "Oh, and nice way to wake me up."

"Shut up already! Bloody hell, George. Let your own brother wake up. And Abbie, did he break you, love?"

I let out a laugh, "no, he didn't "break" me." I got off of the floor and pulled George up and off the floor. I gave him a small hug before telling him that I was going to get dressed; the big game was today. Louise was still cuddling with Fred which George let out a moan. He was happy that Fred was happy, after all they were twins — but George didn't really want to see it. George had always been more shy with relationships. In fact, I don't really think George's had a girlfriend in all the time I've know him.

By the time I was downstairs in the kitchen for an early breakfast, I was dressed in somewhat skinny jeans with rips in them, a black shirt with a large name tag on it, reading "Hello. My name is AWESOME," and a black hoodie that had thin white stripes. Along the loops of my pants was a full green studded belt. I had a hat on the table right next to me of the same colour. Mrs. Weasley didn't like hats at the table and who was I to disobey her? I loved her like she was my own mother.

I played with the key necklace around my neck slightly as I ate my toast. The four boys and Louise slowly got downstairs. Ron and Harry yawned in unison as Fred wiped his eyes, his arm lethargically around Louise's waist.

Right after Mr. Weasley put down the parchments, which I'm guessing were the tickets, he opened his arms for everyone to see his clothes. Mr. Weasley was dressed in old jeans that were a few sizes a bit to big for him that was held up with a rather thick leather belt and what seemed to be a golf sweater. "What d'you think?" Mr. Weasley said with a grin that was laid upon his face, the brightness beaming from him. "We're supposed to go incognito — do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

Harry couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, very good."

"I would say you do also, Mr. Weasley. I mean I dress like a Muggle all the time. And I would have to say, you're doing quite the job. Back in the States, Wizards and Witches liked to blend in alot, so wearing Muggle clothes became very normal to us."

"Ah! That's interesting, Abbigail. I've noticed that about you. Your father though, not so much seeing as we have a dress code at the Ministry. Maybe we can have a talk about American Muggles later?"

The smile on my face grew more as I motioned over to George to sit down and grab something to eat. "I'd love that, Mr. Weasley."

George sat down, leaning against my arm. It seemed he struggled greatly to keep his head up. "Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" It was rather funny to see George fail at attempting to silence a large yawn.

"They're Apparating, aren't they? They can have a bit of a lie-in." Mrs. Weasley started to place food onto people's plates. Mostly the boys. It seemed they were rather way to tired to place food into their plates.

Seeing this, I grabbed a piece of toast and held it up to George's mouth. "Open. You can barley keep your head up, never mind feed yourself."

After having a long conversation about Apparating with Mr. Weasley was interesting. Harry seemed to be the most interested. If I were back in the States, I would be probably learning this year. They were more laid back with magic since all those Muggle Laws. They wanted to be like Muggles, giving us loose magic laws. But that didn't mean we didn't have a place with Azkaban. Oh, boy did we.

It wasn't long before Mr. Weasley was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley yelling at the twins. "George!" All of us jumped, especially George and I.

"What?" His voice was innocent, which made me want to smile. I loved when he pretended to be innocent. But unfortunately, that deceived no one.

"What is that in your pocket?"

"Nothing!" He was such a liar. I, too, started to wonder what it was.

"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Wealsey pointed her wand at George's pocket knowing she wasn't going to get whatever said item was unless she were to use magic. "Accio!" Mrs. Weasley outstretched her hand as a few small and brightly coloured objects flew out of his pocket and towards his mother. He failed to attempt to retrieve them; all of them landing in her hands. "We told you to destroy them all!" She shouted, getting red in the face. She was not only mad at George now, but both him and Fred. I recognized them. They were those Ton-Tongue Toffees that Fred tried to give me. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!" She was growing more red with each word. I nudged George's elbow as if to tell him that he shouldn't angry his mother anymore.

The twins slowly stood up and only emptied their pockets. "That's it, Mum." the chimed. But everyone knew that was a lie. I knew they had been trying to smuggle them out of the house lately and into a safe place away from Mrs. Weasley.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" The rest of the toffees flew into Mrs. Weasley's hands from all over Fred and George's articles of clothing.

"We spent six months developing them!" Fred yelled as she threw them away.

"Fine way to spend six months! No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!" She shrieked. I sunk slowly in my seat. I hated it when the twins got yelled at. My eyes latched onto Louise's. We both let out a sigh at the same time.



We found ourselves walking to meet up with Mr. Weasley's friend and his son. The twins were walking next to each other while Louise walked with Hermione and Ginny. I found myself walking in between Harry and Ron.

"So, Harry, which team do you want to win?"

"Bulgaria!"

I couldn't help but to laugh along with Fred and George as we all said at the same time, "the Irish will win."

Ron stole my hat as he dangled it above me. "Wrong, Bulgarians have Krum."

"Whew," Mr. Weasley panted once we got to the top of the hill. "Well, we've made good time — we've got ten minutes... Now we just need to find the Portkey," he started to squint at the ground, looking all over for it. "It won't be big. . . . Come on. . ."

All of us spread out to look for it. Ron and I had no luck, we were actually laughing at Harry who was on his knees, feeling all over for his glasses that fell. Hermione shook her head and found Harry's glasses.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. You know Harry can't see well enough to find them on his own."

"But that's why he has hands!" I laughed out.

Ron soon clutched his stomach as we laughed harder. Harry laughed as he looked at us. "Is it that funny to let your friend crawl all over the ground, not being able to see?"

"Oh, but it is, mate." I walked over to Harry and messed up his hair slightly. "Alright, we should really get back to looking for the Portkey before Mr. Weasley notices."

"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!" A strange voice yelled into the quiet, still air.

Both Harry and I looked at each other, confused looks on our faces. Neither of us knew whose voice that belonged to. The four of us walked in the direction in which the voice came from. It seemed the rest of our group was doing the same.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley smiled as he shook the man's hand. The older wizard has a scrubby brown beard and held a mouldy-looking old boot in the other hand. We all had to touch that? I was not looking forward to that at all. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

Cedric Diggory was some guy that alot of girls fancied. I, on the other hand, couldn't stand him — nor could Fred or George. He was seventeen and thought it was nice to hit on girls who were three years younger than him. At least, he did last year. George and Fred got pissed at him. They even flipped out.

"Hi," the Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team looked at all of us, smiling, me especially.

I walked over to George and gripped his hand. George knew I didn't like the guy one bit. Everyone had said hi except for the twins and I who just merely nodded.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Cedric's father questioned.

"Not too bad, we live on the other said of the village there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced?"

I whispered to George, "maybe he'll be too tired to hit on me today." George gripped my hand slightly, glaring daggers into Cedric.

"I tell you," Mr. Diggory continued, "I'll be glad when he's got his Apparation test. Still. . . . Not complaining. . . . Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons — and the tickets cost about that. mind you, looks like I got off easy. . ." He slowly looked around at all of us. "Are these yours, Arthur?"

"Oh no, only the redheads." Mr. Weasley pointed to Ginny, Ron and the twins. "This is Louise," he pointed to the blond girl that had an arm wrapped around her, "Fred's girlfriend — and then that's Abbigail, friend of the twin's — Hermione, friend of Ron's — and Harry, another friend —"

"Merlin's beard," Mr. Diggory's eyes widened. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Er — yeah," Harry said, clearing his throat slightly. He always seemed to be used to people looking at him curiously when they met him. Their eyes would always wander from his face to his lightening shaped scar. I could always tell Harry felt uncomfortable.

"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us about playing against you last year. . . . I said to him, I said — Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will. . . . You beat Harry Potter!"

None of us could think of what to say to him. Being beat but Hufflepuff last year still didn't make us happy. We lost because Harry fell off his broom. I looked up at Fred and George, who were both scowling again. My eyes travelled over to Cedric who looked embarrassed from his father.

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," Cedric muttered. "I told you. . . . It was an accident. . ."

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Amos, slapping his son on the back. "Always modest, our Ced, always a gentleman. . . . But the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need a genius to tell you which one's the better fli—"

"Mr. Weasley," I interrupted. "About time, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes Abbigail! Must be nearly time," he said quickly, pulling out his watch once more. "Do you know whether we're waiting for anymore, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets. There aren't anymore of us in this area, are there?"

"No, just the Haywoods, but we've already got Abbigail, her father didn't want to come."

"Haywood? Ah! You must be John's daughter!"

I smiled slightly, letting go of George's hand. "Yes, that's my father."

"Good man, he is! Didn't want to come?"

"He's been busy with work late at night and he's been awfully tired lately."

"Come on, now! We don't want to be late. Now, everyone, you need to touch the Portkey, even just a finger would do —"

With alot of difficulty, the eleven of us crowded into a circle, grabbing a hold of the mangy old boot. I couldn't even reach it in the boot. George noticed and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up slightly so I could touch it. I looked at him nervously and he kept his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him, I smiled weakly. None of us spoke until Mr. Weasley spoke up.

"Three. . . . Two. . . . One. . ."

It happened instantly. I can't even describe the feeling. It felt like something was jerking us forward and it kind of hurt. Our bodies left the ground right as it started. I could feel my body against George as he held me tighter, our bodies banging into Fred's. We were speeding forward in a howl of the wind with colours swirling everywhere. It was nice, our fingers felt like they were glued to the Portkey, so I wasn't too worried about falling.

"Children, let go!" Mr. Weasley said loudly.

"What?" We all hollered.

"Let go!"

We did as Mr. Weasley told us. Multiple screams left everyone's lips. It wasn't long of falling that we hit the ground with a thud. It hurt. Alot. Most of us moaned as we got up slowly. George picked me up and set me down, brushing off my shirt and hat slightly.

"You okay?"

I smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, thanks."

Our eyes were drawn to what seemed to be Mr. Diggory, the fagot — I mean Cedric, and Mr. Weasley were walking on the air. They got to the ground safely while we were all scattered on the ground.

When we got to the Cup, we saw tents everywhere. We followed Mr. Weasley to ours. How was it that nine people could fit into that small tent? The twins were the first ones in, followed by Hermione, Ginny, Louise and Ron. Harry and I were left alone right after Mr. Weasley left. We both looked at each other before walking in the tent. It was huge.

"I love Magic. . ." Harry said as he looked around.

There was three red chairs with yellow and red cushions on them. From the top of the tall ceiling, draped yellow-orange and white cloths, a chandelier hanging from the centre. Hermione, Louise and Ginny were on the girls' room hitting each other with pillows, giggling. Hermione was the loudest. Ron was in the kitchen and the twins were sitting on a table with a tall window behind them. They rested their feet on the table, looking like a mirror image of each other.

I walked over to the table and sat down slightly on it next to George, grinning, looking at the entire tent.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry!" Mr. Weasley started.

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" The twins said.

"Feet off the table!"

"Feet off the table!" The took their feet off the table and as soon as Mr. Weasley walked out of sight into the kitchen, they put their feet back on the table.

"Abbie, butt off the table, please." Mr. Weasley said, opening the fridge.

"Abbie, butt off the table!" They chimed as I got off the table and sat down into the chair closest to the window, laughing at the twins. They always made my day.