A/N: Yes, I should be updating my million other stories, but no, I am starting a new one. That's always what I do. Haha. Oh well, I felt the need to write this, being that I couldn't seem to find one like it that I wanted to read so far. So, I'll give it my best shot. I really love the Weasley twins, mainly Fred, and I wanted to make a new OC, so I thought I would.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, most of the people who died, wouldn't have.

Also, one more thing, I'm giving 3rd person POV a shot here, so I apologize if it's a bit choppy at first. I'm getting tired of either being limited to one person's views, or having to switch all over the place.

*Brick by Glittering Brick*

"We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty."

~The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray

Adelaide Whitmore hurried along the walkway leading to Platforms 9 and 10, with her mother by her side, dragging her trolley for her. They had received specific instructions from one Professor McGonagall on exactly how to get onto Platform 9 3/4. Two weeks ago, on her eleventh birthday, Addie had found out that she was what was most commonly referred to as a witch, a member of a highly secretive and protected world that she hadn't been aware existed days before. Her single mother wasn't as surprised as she ought to have been, though she pretended she was. Addie could see through it though, but she hadn't got around to asking her mother, Emily, about it.

When the pair reached the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, they stopped, and Emily turned to face her only child.

"I'm not really supposed to go any further," said Emily softly, stroking her daughter's sandy brown hair, so much like that of her father's.

Addie stared up into her mother's face, so surprised to see a few soft lines forming on it. She swallowed hard, knowing that this would be her last chance for a long time to ask her mother about the other day, about why she hadn't been surprised. But as she looked into her mother's blue eyes, she saw the way her mother was gazing at her imploringly, could see the hurt in her eyes for the first time. It was all too much for an eleven year old girl to handle, so she settled for flinging her arms around her mother's small frame.

"Have fun, and be careful sweetie! I'm sure you'll be great, and make a ton of friends! Write me as soon as you get a moment! I want to hear everything! I love you, and I miss you already! You'd better get going, you don't want to miss the train," exclaimed Emily, trying to sound happy for her daughter, whom she believed to be much too young and fragile to be going anywhere by herself, let alone for such a long period of time.

"I love you, Mom. I'll write to you all the time!" said Addie, turning to face the barrier between the platforms. Glancing back once more, she steered her trolley towards the brick wall, and pushed hard, until she was in a different world. Glancing back again, all she could see was the backside of the dingy brick wall, and for the first time she felt both terrified and liberated at the same time.

Taking a couple deep breaths for good measure, she headed toward the magnificent scarlet steam engine, and found an entrance. She was halfway through attempting to heave her massive trunk into the luggage rack of an empty compartment when she was interrupted by a voice.

"Need some help with that, love?" Addie turned to see two boys that looked to be around her age, who were absolutely identical down to their flaming red hair, long noses, and freckles.

"Oh, um, sure. Thank you," she said, backing up to give the two of them room as they pushed it easily into the luggage rack, next to the cage holding her handsome tawny screech owl she'd named Artemis.

"I'm Fred Weasley, and this is—," began one of the twins.

"—George Weasley," finished the other.

"Pleased to meet you," they continued in unison.

"Oh, hi. I'm Adelaide Whitmore, but you can call me Addie," she said.

"So, are you a Muggle-born?" asked the one who'd introduced himself as George. Addie hesitated, wondering if that was a bad thing or not.

"It's no big deal or anything! He was just wondering!" exclaimed the one called Fred quickly, elbowing his twin in the side. Addie felt a rush of gratitude.

"Oh, well, my mum's a Muggle, but I don't really know anything about my dad, he left when I was a baby, so he very well could have been a wizard, I suppose," said Addie thoughtfully. It was the first time she'd voiced her opinion about the subject to anyone else, and it felt good to let it out.

"That's cool," said George.

"We're technically pureblood wizards, but we're what are known as blood traitors because our dad loves Muggles and we don't torture half-bloods like other people," said Fred darkly. Addie looked at him, her eyebrow raised quizzically, but he just shook his head.

"Never mind, we'll explain later—," began Fred.

"—This kid Lee Jordan reckons he's got a giant python! Wanna go see it?" asked George excitedly.

"Sure, why not?" Addie said, shrugging and grinning.

A few things you needed to know about Adelaide Whitmore were these: She was a big risk-taker, and a dare devil. When she was seven years old, she broke her leg and fractured her arm jumping off the roof of her house when she was trying to prove that she could be Wonder Woman. Her mother blamed television. Three years later, she broke the other leg trying to jump from the exact same roof into the above ground swimming pool at her birthday party. Her mother blamed peer pressure.

Another important thing was that Addie loved to laugh at just about anything and everything. She loved being the life of the party, and causing mayhem and mischief. These couple with her desire to be adored made her the perfect match for the Weasley twins, who were starstruck by the time she'd said "Why not?"

So Addie followed the two red-haired boys from the empty compartment to a very busy compartment full of anxious first years trying to make friends and acquaintances that would serve them well in the seven years to come.

A few hours later, the three of them were back in their own compartment, along with two girls named Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. They were chatting away amiably, and by this time Addie knew all about the four Houses (and which one the other four thought was best), Hogwarts, Quidditch, teachers, and nearly anything and everything else there was to know about the Wizarding world, or so it seemed.

Around three o'clock a little witch came through pushing a trolley laden with goodies and snacks of all kinds. Addie jumped up, hoping to buy an armload of Red Vines, Mars Bars, M&Ms, and all the other things of that nature. She dug her hand into her pocket until she found the handful of gold and silver coins that the goblins at Gringott's had changed her mother's money into.

"Whoa," she breathed, taking in the sight before her. The trolley was piled high with candy, that was for sure, but Addie recognized none of it.

"Confused?" asked Fred from behind her, chuckling slightly.

"A little," she admitted, grinning briefly. "So what is this stuff?" she asked him.

"Er…it's candy," said George as if speaking to a mentally slow person.

"No, really?" she said sarcastically. "It's different than Muggle candy. I guess I'll have to buy one of everything then," she said, handing the small witch a pile of silver, and loading up her arms with the brightly colored sweets.

"Gosh, it looks like you raided Honeyduke's!" exclaimed Katie when Addie dumped the pile of sweets on the empty seat between the two. The latter looked at her quizzically.

"Er, never mind," said Katie, shaking her head and picking up a box marked Chocolate Frog. "Can I?" Addie nodded absently, examining her own package. She opened it up and a little frog made from chocolate hopped out into her palm. She looked at it doubtfully, but George laughed and said "No worries, it's not real. Just eat it!"

Addie took a bite, reveling in the lovely taste that was chocolate, which had always been one of her favorites. A little hexagonal card fell out onto her lap when she went to toss the package away. She picked it up, examining it closely. On one side was a picture of a witch with light brown hair, smiling serenely to herself, and looking just plain happy to be there. She flipped it over. On the back it read: Helga Hufflepuff, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, was also a skilled witch and highly gifted in the area of Herbology.

"What's this?" she asked, holding up the card for the twins to see.

"Oh, it's a Chocolate Frog card. They're very collectible. We never really got into it, but our little brother Ronnie's really obsessed with it. He's got like 400 of 'em," said George.

A little while later, a tall boy of about sixteen or seventeen entered their compartment. He too had bright orange hair, and he was already wearing his school robes. A red and gold badge pinned to his chest boasted the letters "HB" but what they might stand for, Addie did not know.

"Hey Fred, George. I just came in to tell you guys that it's about time to get your robes on. We'll be there soon. Hello ladies, I'm Charlie Weasley, the Head Boy," said Charlie.

"He's our brother!" exclaimed George proudly and unnecessarily.

"He's in seventh year, and he's seventeen already. He's the seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," said Fred. It was clear by his reverent tone that he was in awe of his older brother.

"Who're your friends?" Charlie asked the twins.

"That's Katie Bell—," started Fred.

"—Angelina Johnson—," continued George.

"—and Adelaide Whitmore," they finished in unison.

"But everyone calls me Addie," she added.

"It's very nice to meet all of you. I hope my brothers are treating you well," he said, winking at the lot of them. "I've got to be going, there's still a ton of first years to tell." And with that he left.

The three girls waited 'til the twins went to the empty compartment across the hall to change before they started to drag their uniforms out of their trunks.

"So, what do you think the Sorting's going to be like?" asked Addie as they were finishing getting dressed.

"Our brother told us that it's really painful. He mentioned something about battling a mountain troll!" exclaimed Fred, who had just reentered the compartment behind George.

"That's a lie, Fred, and you know it!" exclaimed Angie crossly. "My sister's in her fifth year, and she told me exactly what happens. All you have to do is put on a hat," she said. Fred and George stuck out their identical tongues at her.

They all looked up anxiously as they felt the train slow then shudder to a stop. They heaved their trunks and animals out of the luggage rack and onto the Platform, leaving them in the designated spot.

"Firs' years over here! Fir's years this way!" came a voice booming out over the chaos on the platform. The five of them made their way over to where a massive man stood with a lantern. Once all the terrified first years had been accounted for, the man, named Hagrid, led them down a path to a giant lake, where hundreds of little boats sat patiently waiting.

Fred, George, Addie, and Lee Jordan all loaded into one of the boats, and when everyone was in one, they took off on their own accord, sailing smoothly across the glassy black lake.

"Yeh'll be gettin' yer first look o' Hogwarts here in a moment," called Hagrid, who occupied one of the little boats by himself.

Then they rounded the corner, and suddenly there it was. Addie gasped, wondering at the glittering fairytale castle rising up majestically in front of her. Most of the windows were lit up and glowing yellow invitingly. Addie couldn't wait to get inside, and so surprised that this place felt so much like home before she'd even set foot inside of it.

A/N: Well, here goes nothing. I really hoped you liked my story. I'll bet that some of y'all already know, or at least can take an educated guess, at who her daddy might be. ;) If you think you know, review, I'm curious to see who all got it. There were some clues in here, I think they were obvious but maybe not. So anyways, I think this'll be pretty good, but *PLEASE* review and let me know what you think, I'm so open to any suggestions, comments, constructive criticisms, anything you've got to offer! :D Except flames, they make me sad. Haha. There's the little button. Push it…