Chapter 1
Tomorrow was the day. The Weasley’s were coming to number 12 Grimmauld place, the Order of the Phoenix’s headquarters, to live for the summer. Autumn black was the only child of Sirius Black. She was getting ready to attend her last year at Hogwarts with her best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Following in her father’s footsteps, she was sorted into Gryffindor, unlike the rest of her family, who we’re proud to be Slytherin. Like her father, she didn’t share the belief in blood purity. She believed everyone was the same no matter what their blood status was.
Knock, Knock, Knock
“Darling, what are you up to? ” Sirius said, starting to open the door to my bedroom.
“Dad, No. Stop”. I said, yelling and hoping that he didn’t set off the prank I was setting up for Fred and George.
“Wah! Where is the fire.” as he stopped opening the door to my room.
“Sorry, dad. I’m setting up a prank for the Twins for when they inevitably wake me up in the morning.”
Autumn was not a morning person, and neither was Fred or George. But I knew that Mrs. Weasley would get them up bright and early to come over for the summer, and I knew they would come right up to my room and wake me up. So, being the prankster that I am. I can’t miss this opportunity to prank them. “Dad, just apparate in my room.”
“Wow, Darling. Is this some kind of muggle prank?” he asked as he looked up to see the feathers and honey.
“Why yes, it is. As soon as they open the door tomorrow morning, the rope attached to the door will pull the bucket of honey down, pouring the honey on them. When the honey is done, the bucket will fall, and the other rope attached to the bucket will turn on the overhead fan where I have placed feathers. I’m really proud of this.” (Think the Lindsay Lohan movie the Parent trap bed room prank scene).
" Well, the Twins aren’t going to know what hit them,” He said while sitting on My bed.
“That is the point. They aren’t going to be expecting it. The twins will be thinking of something magical and crazy, so I went with something simple and basic.” I said with a grin on my face.
“So, I take it that you are excited to see the twins tomorrow?”
“Maybe ...” I said with a massive smile on my face.
“I bet you are really excited to see Fred.” my father said, pulling me down on the bed to sit with him.
I remember when my dad was taken to Azkaban. I was only three when he was taken away. And when he was taken, I moved in with my Uncle Remus. But for the past two years, I have been living with my father. Ever since he escaped from Azkaban. So, ever since he has been back, I tell him everything, even about my silly crush on Fred Weasley. I have had a crush on Fred since my first year when I sat next to him and George after being sorted into Gryffindor.
“Dad! I don’t have a crush on Freddie,” I told him, knowing that I still had a little crush on him, but I knew that he probably didn’t feel the same way. “He probably just sees me as a sister.”
“Now, how do you know that if you never ask.” Man, I hate it when he makes a good point, I thought to myself.
“Wow, look at the time. It is almost midnight. You should finish setting up your prank, and don’t forget to clean up after.”
“I will don’t worry,” I said as we stood up from the bed.
“But remember, sweetie, it couldn’t hurt to ask him how he feels.”
" Ohhh, ok, dad,” I said, giving him a hug.
“Goodnight, Autumn. I love you.”
“Goodnight, dad. Love you too.” I finished putting the last bit of feathers on the overhead fan, and then I got ready for bed.
Ugh! Why can’t I sleep? Why am I this nervous? It is just the twins, but it is also Fred... I don’t know. Maybe dad is right. Perhaps I should tell him how I feel. But the last I checked, Fred took Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball the previous year. Not Me. I told everyone who asked me no because I was waiting on him, and then he went and asked Angelina just to show up, Ron. UGH! Why am I even thinking about this? Fred is my best friend, nothing more. Now I need to put this out of my mind and go to bed. Bloody hell, it is already 2 in the morning. I roll over and get out of bed. I go and get a glass of warm milk and headed back to my room. Warm milk always hits the spot for you. Ever since you were a little kid. It always put you to sleep. I apparated back into my room, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
