The Return of the Frequently Vanishing Files of
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
By: WeasleyTwin1
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back. Sorry I've been gone for so long but I've been working and haven't had any time to write much of anything. Hmmm, well here's more from Fred and George. This story is not done yet, so if anyone has any helpful hints or anything you think might be good, just tell me in the review. Also if you don't read the first parts of this story this part will make little sense. As you all know these characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Can't wait for book four!!!!
"Just wait till they find out that the spell I put on their banner is not reversible," said George smugly as the twins sat in front of the now vacant portrait of the Fat Lady.
"What!?!" said Fred as he turned from the vacant canvass to look at his twin in surprise.
"Yep, it's all thanks to ol' Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs again," he said a smirk on his face as he caressed the binding of the book, which he still had. "They gave me an anti-reversal spell that prevents any and all reversal spells, even the highest level spells. Professor Dumbledore himself couldn't break the spell."
"Wow, now that's saying something. I wonder how a powerful spell like that fell into the hands of students? Not that I really care because it means better mischief for us in the future with banner pranks. I wish I could see the look on McGonagall's face when she can't break the spell," Fred smiled a little to himself as he imagined all the professors going about trying to counter their banner charm.
"They must have been really smart students. I wonder who they were?" George gazed at the Fat Lady's canvass again but she had not returned yet. "I wonder where they go?"
"Huh?" said Fred, distractedly as he was still caught up in his Professor vision which was similar to the "all the king's horses and all the king's men" part of the Humpty-Dumpty tale and gave his twin a strange look. "Who goes?"
"The people in the portraits." George was now gazing more intently at the empty canvass.
"How dare you interrupt my grand vision with such a stupid question," Fred glared at his twin then raised an eyebrow at him as he watched George poking the canvass. Then he shook his head and turned his attention back to his thoughts.
"I wonder if ol' Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs know anything about the portraits?"
"Come on George, they had better things to do with their time then worry about some stupid pictures of dead people on the walls. I think you've lost you're gobstones. But, lets open up the book and find out what else they have to say."
George opened the book and at once the neat handwriting appeared:
"Excellent job Mischief Makers!!"
"Almost as good as my prank I pulled. Let me tell you about…"
"We don't have time Padfoot."
"You just don't want me to tell about it Prongs because you got in trouble
for it."
"No, we just don't have time for you to talk about you're exploits."
"Besides, I'm the one writing this and I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh pleeeeeeeese Moony."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"No one wants to hear about you're stupid prank, Padfoot."
"You stay out of this Ratman."
"Ratman, huh? Grim"
"Ratman!"
"Grim!"
"Ratman!"
"GrimGrimGrimGrimGrim!!"
"RatmanRatmanRatmanRatman!!"
"Would you two stop it already, you're driving me crazy."
"I've already told you Moony you are crazy."
"I must be to hang around in this book with you guys."
"Heheheh."
"What are you laughing about Prongs?"
"That's just my crazy laughter."
"Yeah, oooookay whatever. Anyway Excellent job Mischief Makers."
"Almost as good as my…"
"Shut-up Padfoot or I'll sick Wormtail on you."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"You couldn't"
"I could."
"What are you guys doing out here! You're going to loss us points if you haven't already, which I have the sinking feeling you already did," George slammed the book shut as a stern, but young, female voice broke the silence.
The twins turned around and came face to face with a returned Fat Lady and standing in front of the portrait was Hermione Granger the Gryffindor Prefect.
"Hello, Miss. Prefect," said George giving Hermione his best I-didn't-cause-any-mischief-to-have-points-taken-away smile that he liked to use.
"Greeting Miss HER-MY-O-NEE," said Fred carefully pronouncing her name because he always liked to pronounce it wrong to annoy her.
"Hmmm, you pronounced it right so you must have done something wrong. Does what you've done have anything to do with why you are out here and not in bed and the fact that we just lost some points?" Hermione said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the twins.
"Don't do that Hermione, you look like Percy when you do that," said Fred with a shiver. Hermione only glared at the twins more.
"Ouch. I think she's mad. Why do they have to update the House Points so quickly?" George grimaced.
"There must be a spell to counter the spell on those hour glasses that keep track of the House Points. I wonder what it is." Fred smiled a little.
"Will you guys ever learn?" Hermione said in a long-suffering voice.
"Learn?" said Fred.
"Now, I'm insulted," replied George turning away.
"We've learned loads of stuff. Let me see…" said Fred about to count off all the things they had learned.
Hermione glared and shook her head, "Just stop it you two."
"But, I didn't get to tell you about what we've learned…Never let Filch catch you," said Fred.
"A Filibuster Firework in Potions leads to a detention with Filch," George said grinning then he put on his best Filch Face. "You again Weasleys-Trophy Room! Now! The Muggle way!"
"We've cleaned that place so may times we should have a trophy for it, it could be called the Weasley's Clean Trophy Room Trophy," said Fred smirking. Hermione continued to glare at them.
"Can't you guys ever be serious?"
"Isn't Sirius, Harry's Godfather?" asked Fred in a mocking tone.
"We can't be him."
"I wonder what it would be like to be him?" said Fred thoughtfully.
"Harry?"
"No Sirius."
"You can't be serious?" said George smiling
"No, I can't be and neither can you."
"Seriously!?! Being Harry would be boring."
"Just imagine having to live with the Dursley's"
"YUCK!" the twins said together.
Hermione rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in frustration. It was futile to try and reason with a Weasley Twin, they somehow always out smart you in the end.
"Honestly," was all she said as she turned around and made to go back through the portrait hole. The twins followed not wishing to be stuck outside any longer.
They entered the common room, which was dimly lit by the dying fire. Hermione turned to the twins and looked at them, her gaze falling on the book George still had clenched to his chest.
"What's that book you have? Don't tell me you've taken to studying or anything dangerous like that," Hermione smirked a little.
"Oh, nothing and we do too study," said George holding the book tighter as Hermione looked at it.
"Oh, didn't George here tell anyone. He's making a Memory Book," invented Fred quickly.
"I am not!"
"Yes, he really is he just doesn't want to admit it. He wants to be able to remember it all and carry his memories with him so he can gaze at them and talk about "those days" He wants to be able to relive those great years here. All his Quidditch Matches, all his bad grades, all the girls he's kissed," Fred smirked at George who was glaring at him but he continued, "Actually he even tells me he doesn't want to leave Hogwarts. He says something about flunking his exams so he can stay longer. I told him not to flunk but to consider a job as a teacher here. I told him he'd be a great teacher. He'd stay forever and ever and end up like Professor Binns."
"Never mind I don't care what the book is and if either of you became teachers I'd die laughing."
Fred grinned and George stood glaring at Fred. Hermione looked at George for a few minutes before turning her back on them.
"Where are you going, Miss Prefect?"
Hermione turned and looked at them: "I'm going back to bed. I suggest you do the same," she turned and walked towards her dorm without another word. The twins watched her as she left.
"I think she likes you George,' said Fred elbowing him in the ribs.
"Very funny. She only likes books, you know that."
"Well, her and Dean went out for a while last term."
"Yeah and you saw how long that lasted," George's gaze fell on Hermione's path then he shook his head.
"Well, now that we're back in what should we do now?"
"Just as we were doing before. Looking in the book."
George opened the book again:
"You know that was really rude to close the book on us."
"You didn't even warn us."
"Shut-up Wormtail!"
"Now we're getting it from all sides," said George groaning.
"Yes, it was really rude indeed."
"Shut-up Prongs."
"Make me."
"Shut-up. I'm trying to write here."
"Sure you are, Moony."
"Anyway, since you were so rude we're going to leave. But don't despair
we'll return with more mischief again soon."
The book closed by itself and then vanished from George's hands.
"Well, I guess that's why they're called the vanishing files. Now, what?" said Fred yawning and stretching.
"Well, I guess we could go to bed. There's enough time, the sun's just starting to rise," replied George looking out the window and yawning as he did so.
"No you guys don't. Quidditch practice. Now."
"Says who?" said the twins.
"Says me and I'm Captain."
"Great captain," said Fred turning around to face the voice.
"Oh Captain, my Captain," George turned as well and continued to talk. "We bow before the great Seeker Harry Potter."
"Bow, bow. Grovel, grovel!" said the twins as they began to bow to Harry.
Harry stood up straight as if the King. This was an old game that they had been playing since Harry had been elected Captain, "Yes, you lowly Beaters. Beg. Grovel. Bow before my greatness."
"Oh, yes Great One," said the twins grinning the whole time
"So now it's The Great One huh, Harry. Getting a little cocky are we?" said Ron, who was standing at the foot of the stairs to their dormitory, leaning lazily against the wall a smirk on his face. "I don't know if I should Bow, Grovel, Beg or just laugh and spit on you. Without me the team is nothing."
"Oh Great Keeper. Impart to us you're great wisdom," the twins turned their attention to Ron, who smiled at them.
"My wisdom, huh? Well, tackle Harry!!!!!"
Ron jumped at Harry and the twins followed and soon they we scuffling on the floor.
"Boys."
"I know so immature."
"Well what do you expect?"
"True."
The four of them looked up from the ground and saw the three faces of Katie, Alicia and Angelina looking at them, bemused looks on their faces.
"I thought we were having Quidditch practice," said Katie, arms folded across her chest.
"If we're not, I'd like to go back to bed," yawned Angelina and Alicia nodded in agreement.
To be Continued…….
