Chapter One Potter and Pranks and Quidditch
A/N Good afternoon, and what a wonderful afternoon it is. This story is the first I've ever finished, albeit short, and it's coming to a screen near you! Likely this one, as your reading it now. The point remains, I've finished this story. By the time I post this, I should have finished several others in the OFFICALLY BETA'ED BY IZZY MORRIESEY! and is dedicated, like every one of my stories, to Owen James Green. Anywho here is the disclaimer...
I don't own Harry Potter. Anything you recognise, such as many of the names, conversations and ideas, are not owned by myself or any of my friends or family. The name Jess belongs to Jessica Lewis, a close friend of Mine. That's right, I own her. The nickname Wendy-Bird is from Peter Pan, as is the lost boys. The lost girl face is something I do often. It is mine. So is that awesome spell later in the chapter. AND HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!
"It's the same every year, packed with Muggles of course. Come on!" Jess' second mother, Mrs. Weasley, a short plump woman with the Weasley trade mark of bright red hair, called to her children. Kings Cross, as always, was extremely busy, not only with people travelling to work, but with almost the entire school of Hogwarts. Laughing with Fred and George, best mates for life, the youngest 3rd year of Hogwarts pushed her trolley, flicking her waist length brown hair back out of her blue eyes. She spotted a young boy, must be an ickle first year, with messy black hair, glasses and something on his forehead, she couldn't quite see from here, looking confused. He muttered something and stared at them. "Platform 9 ¾ this way! All right Percy you first. Fred you next." A smile fell onto Jess' lips as she read the minds of her best friends.
"He's not Fred, I am!" George cried. She shook her head as Fred fell I not a much rehearsed prank.
"Honestly, woman you call yourself our mother!" Fred cried in affiance. His face was a picture and she nearly burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry George." Mrs Weasley sighed and Jess bit back another giggle. Fred lined up with the barrier.
"Only joking! I am Fred." And with that he, quickly followed by his brother, and then by Jess with a war cry, ran through the barrier. She didn't blame Mrs Weasley for falling for it, the twins were almost impossible to tell apart. There was simple ways, George was taller, Fred was funny, George was smarter, Fred could draw, but when they hid it, they were almost the same person.
"Gets them every time, boys!" she laughed as they came through into platform 9 ¾. "D'ya see that black 'aired boy? Think mighta been Harry Potter."
"No,"
"Way." the boys said looking to her in disbelief.
"Where are your glasses, Wendy? You must be daft." George asked, adding her nickname in to soften the insult. Jess smiled and shrugged and they walked to enter the train.
"I don't need my glasses." She said smugly. "I've learnt a spell to see without them." The twins laughed.Don't ask how long it lasts, don't ask how long it last, don't-
"How long's it last?" Fred asked.
"Shut up."
...
The year was a quite one, as being legally allowed to go to Hogsmeade meant their usual sneaking out was no longer as fun.
"I've got it!" Fred cried. George looked to his twin who was holding a large spell book and Jess turned from the blackboard where she had been writing prank ideas. Most of them had floors of, that wasn't a spell, didn't have the money, they'd be sent to Azkaban.
"Yeah?" George asked excitedly.
"What's it then?" Jess asked.
"Ok, we turn the Slytherins hair pink—"
"No mate," She interrupted him, "we did that first year."
"Oh yeah." He said dejected and George slapped him on the back comfortingly. Jess made her "Lost Girl" face and Fred and George looked to each other and grinned. That's it, taking no prisoners.
The "Lost Girl" face, which is made by frowning slightly and lifting the right hand corner of one's mouth in sort of a fake smile, meant whatever Jess may be doing, she was now pulling out the big shots. The "Lost Girl" face meant they would win, no matter what.
She walked to the desk where there was a blank piece of parchment picked it up and said,
"Ma-rau-ders." in a sing song voice. Instantly, ink spread and ran across the parchment, becoming words.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to inform Wendy-Bird
That she is looking lovely as normal,
And was that a new type of lip gloss?
The twins reading over her shoulders a chuckled at the Marauders.
"'ush now, enough of that. We need a prank."
Mr Padfoot would like to offer his services to Wendy-Bird.
Mr Moony would like to tell Mr Padfoot to put a sock in it, as he is the one who comes up with the damn pranks in the first place.
Mr Wormtail would like to sick up for Mr Padfoot as Mr Moony would be to chicken to do any of them in the first place.
Mr Prongs would like to tell Mr Wormtail "Pot, meet Kettle."
"yes, yes d'ya got one in mind?"
Mr Moony would suggest "reveries undies".
Mr Padfoot would like to reminisce on the wonderfulness of seeing Snievilus in Lily's frilly knickers.
Mr Prongs would like to slap Mr Padfoot across the head and inform him to leave Lily's knickers out of this.
Mr Wormtail would like to inform Wendy-Bird that the spell is Ostendo sum Underwear, and to go commando for the spell.
"Thank you Moony, Wormtail." Jess said with a smile. "Good Day. Mischief Managed." She tapped the page with her wand and turned to the Twins. "We gotst ourselves a prank."
...The prank was performed one week later. They crept out into the Great Hall during breakfast, taking Wormtail's advice of cause. Using the disillusionment spell they had learnt early year 1, the three students stood at the doors of the Great Hall and George read the spell. They stood there a moment as all chatter in the hall faded... and then the school screamed. Snape and McGonagall both stood to quiet the school, only to hear them roar with laughter. Looking down the Potions Master found himself in a bright red g-string, and the students quickly learnt from the animagus that Snape was a boxer's man. McGonagall turned into a cat and ran away while Snape taught the school some very colourful swear words. Neither Snape, nor McGonagall had any evidence that the three tricksters had done it; it made more sense than Snape's mumblings of "torturing me from the dead". And so Fred, Jess and George scrubbed the halls with a great look of satisfaction on their faces.
...
"Have you heard Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker? I always knew he'd do well." Nearly Headless Nick floated by Jess and the Twins as they hurried to catch the latest member of the team.
"Seeker? But first years never make the house teams. You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Ron was saying to Harry as the 3 third years ran up behind them.
"A century. According to McGonagall." Harry finished for him. He was practically jumping up and down, he sounded so proud.
"Well dome Harry! Wood's just told us!" the trio caught up to the two kids.
"Fred, Jess and George are on the team too. Beaters. And Jess is a Chaser."
"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloody up too bad. Can't make any promises of course. Rough game, Quidditch." Harry began to pale and jess could almost see the thoughts running through his head.
"Brutal! But, nobody's died in years. Someone vanishes occasionally." He was beginning to look slightly green.
"But they'll turn up in a month or 2!" Jess shook her head as the boys ran off.
"Oh don't listen to them, kid, ya be fine."
"But I've never even played Quidditch! What if I make a fool of myself? What if I... I... I score for the wrong team!"
"You can't score for the wrong team; you just have to catch the snitch. And ya won't make a fool of yourself. It's in ya blood." She said with a quick smile. "Follow me." She led the two first years to the trophy cabinet and positioned Harry in front of the plark with James Potter on it. James stood in the centre of the photo, one hand behind his back, the other one waving. There was a boy with his arm around James shouting what looked like Go Go Gryffindor. The rest of the team looked ecstatically happy and the caption was "first win of the season."
"Woah! Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!" Ron gushed over the case like it held god himself.
"I didn't know."
"Right then, kids, Wendy-Bird's gotta go check up on her lost boys. Why don't you go back to ya dorms with 'Mione, there?" Jess said, flicking her head towards the bushy haired girl who stood in the door way. "Don't do anything I wouldn't!" she called as she walked off.