George, George and One Fred
Co-authored by Jedi Goat and her friend Tru
Disclaimer: I don't own Nancy Drew or Harry Potter.
Author's Note: This story is the result of a conversation I had with my friend Tru. Somehow the topic of Nancy Drew came up and I wondered, "What if Nancy's friend George met George Weasley?" We decided to write a story with the answer (part one is by Tru, part two by me, Jedi Goat) with the following requirements: George Weasley has to meet George Fayne (obviously), Bess and Nancy need to be involved, Fred has to do something cool (since he's my favorite character), and finally someone has to make fun of Snape. Enjoy!
Author's Note 2: This takes place during the orignial Nancy Drew series, and during Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
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Part 1: Muggles Inside Hogwarts, Oh My!
"You're going after another mystery? Why can't you ever do anything without uncovering yet another mystery? Nancy, please leave this one alone!" Bess begged. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top?" Nancy, George and Bess were in England for a supposed 'vacation from all your mysteries, Nancy.' However, it seemed that despite their efforts, Nancy did it again after a multi-day hike from King's Cross Station, and then a canoe ride to an 'unusually large island, in my opinion', and discovering….a ruin.
"It's what I do, Bess. Besides, I have a hunch about this place. These ruins couldn't have come out of midair, could they? Either people transported the remains of some destroyed building here, or-"
Her talk was interrupted when, out of nowhere, two identical teenage boys with flaming red hair, freckles and black robes appeared, only a few feet away from her, the distance closing fast. Did she mention that they were riding on...were those broomsticks they were flying on?
"Umbridge isn't going to bother anyone for awhile once we're through with her, right, George?" one of the boys asked. George looked up at the sound of her name.
"Umbridge? I know no Umbridges."
The same twin replied, "Of course you know Umbridge! You know, that woman we-is it just me, or was your voice very feminine for a moment there?"
The other boy must have looked ahead because the next moment he screamed, "INCOMING MUGGLES, FRED!!!"
It was only now that the two groups realized how close together they were. George was holding her hands out, crying, "STOP! STOP!"; Nancy was waving her hands, warning the boys to "Stop, unless you want to push us to our deaths!"; Bess was squatting down, holding on to Nancy and screaming in a very loud, feminine voice. Both of the boys were screaming, but not as loud or as feminine as Bess (thankfully). Bess gave one last scream before the screen blackened and the voice of a guy advertising some product filled the air.
(Commercial break)
(End commercial break)
The mysterious boys were still headed for Nancy, George, and Bess. The former were now two inches away from the latter.
"IT'S THE END! IT'S THE END! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bess closed her eyes tight, waiting for the broomsticks to push her in the water, push her to death, waiting, waiting…WHOOSHH! THUMP! She could feel a wind, no doubt caused by the rather reckless broomstick riders, but, interestingly, not much else. She slowly stood up and opened her eyes. She was still on the island, with the ruin. All was quiet…too quiet, which must have meant- Oh, no! The broomstick boys must have pushed them in the water, which meant they drowned!
Suddenly Bess heard screaming. Yes! They're still alive and well! That must mean I can still save at least one of them from drowning! However, that screaming was far off, so I might not reach them in time, and even if I did, I may be too exhausted to swim back, especially with one of them on my back. Suddenly Bess remembered something that would help. The canoe! I can use that to get them back without becoming exhausted myself! Hope I'm not too late…She looked up to find where the screams were coming from. She had to look back again; she couldn't believe what she had saw. The good news is that they're alive and probably will stay that way. The bad news is…
Nancy's cries for the robed teens to stop, one of whom was apparently named Fred, turned into last-ditch screaming. Both of them were headed at Bess, but at almost the last second they both went into dives and turned in opposite directions; one left, headed for George, the other right, in her direction. The twin headed for George got his broomstick in such a way which it would catch between her friend's legs, and if he stopped his dive, George would actually be on the broomstick.
Meanwhile, the one headed for her would just miss her, passing on her right. However, if she turned a bit with her arms outstretched, she could grab on the end, at least shortly. If George was going to be on a broomstick, she would be on one too. By now George had 'gotten' on the broomstick, and had started screaming that she be put down for a few moments, then, after she got used to the feel of the broom, commented on how cool it was to be flying on an inanimate object and how fun it would be to own a flying broom.
Nancy had also 'gotten' on a broom but couldn't say the same positive comments as George. She felt like she was going at 1,000,000 mph with only a clump of twigs to hold onto, all while riding with a teenage boy named Fred whom she had never met before. Then again, George was on the front part of a broom while she was stuck on the back part. And who was Umbridge, and what did the boys want do to her? Was she good or evil? A sudden jerky curve almost caused her to lose her grip.
Meanwhile, George dared to strike up a conversation with her riding companion.
"I don't want to be rude, but who are you, and why are you here? By the way, my name's George."
"What a coincidence! My name's George too."
"Which means…" Both Georges stopped to think for a second, and discovered that…
"AAHHH!! I'M A GIRL!!"
"AAHHH!! I'M A BOY!!!"
George Fayne fainted from pure shock, causing the broom to make an awfully rough U-turn toward the ruins, always going lower and lower.
On the far shore, Bess was screaming in terror, though the others were too occupied to notice.
Back over the lake, Nancy had been able to get in an upright position on the twigs while having some grip on the part of the broom that was attached to the clump of twigs. Not ideal, but slightly better than fluttering in the wind with only the twigs to hang onto. Slightly, because Fred was causing a ride on the rear end of the broom to be a rather bumpy one, and the twigs weren't exactly comfy. Nancy decided to ask Fred if he could slow down the broom a little.
"Hey, Fred, could you slow down? This broom is rather bumpy and-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Due to the fainting of George, the other George seemed to have lost control of his broom, and was zooming point blank toward a part of the lake that seemed to have bubbles coming out of it. That, and the fact that this portion of the water was darker than anywhere else, and it kept getting bigger and darker, something that would cause the Jaws theme song to play in your head. Duh DUH duh DUH DUH DUH…
"Look out, George!" Fred was calling in a voice that was in…panic? Except for the things mentioned in the above paragraph, and the fact that everyone was riding flying broomsticks except Bess, everything was normal, so what could upset Fred so? Nancy was soon to get an answer.
"I think you're about to crash into-"
Suddenly a giant orange tentacle reached out of the water and snapped the conscious George's broomstick in half! Two more tentacles grabbed the two Georges!
"THE GIANT SQUID!!!" Fred warned, just a little too late.
"GEORGE!" Fred and Nancy cried at once. Nancy realized that they could do virtually nothing to save their friends; Bess couldn't do anything, she would be petrified in fear by now, and even if she rowed the canoe to the giant squid, it would crush the little boat to bits, and Bess along with it. She couldn't do anything against the squid, and if she got too close, she would get grabbed as well, doing nobody any good. For obvious reasons neither of the Georges could do anything. That left Fred, but what could he do? If he flew up to the squid, it would crush their broom. Their small, relaxing, no-pressure vacation was turning into a total disaster, and probably one of her friends' deaths! Where had she gone wrong? Her thoughts were interrupted when Fred spoke.
"Hang on, I got a plan." At this, he flew a little closer to the squid, just out of range of the tentacles. Then he pulled out…a stick. So this was his plan? Throw the stick at the squid?
She couldn't see how that would help.
"STUPEFY!" A bolt of red light shot out of the stick toward the squid. As soon as it hit, the squid immediately froze. Fred then flew over the squid, and after a few more rather funny words and their consequences, the Georges were free. They were all seated, and Fred was flying toward the ruin again. However, Nancy assumed that broomsticks could carry one, maybe two occupants, but not four. The weight resulted in the broomstick going lower and lower. Fred tried to get control of his broom, but unless he dropped off some of the passengers, he would never get complete control of his broom. He could fly it to some extent, though. Instead of hurtling toward the water, for example, they were flying s-l-o-w-l-y toward the top of the ruins.
"Fred, can't you make this go a little fas-" Nancy began, before Fred's broom started to dive again.
"-teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr!!!" she ended, partly in terror. Suddenly a voice, somewhat calm, came up.
"But what about me? Don't I get to ride a cool flying broom too?"
"I'm sorry, but this broom is crowded enough as it is!" replied non-Fayne George. Then he looked ahead. "Mind the window, Fred!"
"Sorry, George, this broom is over its capacity. Not much I can do to properly steer this thing."
What window? thought Nancy. There aren't any windows here!
CRASH!
Now, for Nancy, the sights rather changed. Above, you could still see the sky, but that was where the similarities ended. For one thing, there were actual walls. For another, if she turned around, to see if they had indeed crashed through a window, they for some reason couldn't see it. Finally, there were four tables-no, five if you counted the one they just flew over. The fifth table bared people of various sizes and shapes. One of them was dwarf size, and another was enormous! Another had greenish skin with greasy hair, while yet another had white hair and a white beard, both of which were so long, he would be able to tuck them in this belt! And these were just four of the group, with every person differing from the last. Two of these, the greasy-haired man and a lady wearing pink who looked a little like a toad, seemed to be glaring at them as they rode overhead. Could one of these be Umbridge? she thought.
The other four tables had tons of plates piled with all sorts of food and occupants that appeared to be young teenagers; all of them were wearing almost exactly the same robes as Fred and George. A little like a cafeteria, only the food is on the table. Neat! One of the tables had students that appeared to be giggling. Another had a student that was almost identical to Fred or George: same flaming red hair, same freckles, same robes, he just seemed to be younger.
"Hi, Ron. Hi, Harry." George said to the redhead and to a boy that had midnight black hair that was rather messy and emerald green eyes behind round glasses. What attracted her most, though, was a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Harry was sitting next to a girl with bushy brown hair. "No time to talk."
George was right; they were headed for another table, and it seemed they would have to crash! They did, rolling all over a table with no longer seated students, jumping up and down screaming their heads off. They had reason to; it isn't exactly normal for four people on a broomstick, one of which is unconscious, to crash on your table and ruin all your food. Nancy noted that this table had students with little badges that said 'Hufflepuff' with a badger on them. Earlier she saw that Fred and George had these badges too, except with a lion and 'Gryffindor' on it.
Suddenly the bearded man yelled, "SIIIIIIIIIILENCE!!" Everyone fell silent. The greasy-haired man came over.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Weasley twins," Greasy Hair said in triumph. "I think a little detention is in order here."
"DETENTION?" Fred hollered. "BUT WE JUST GOT HERE!"
"And Snape isn't even a word! See, there's a red squiggly line under it!" added George. "And neither is Umbridge, for that matter."
All of a sudden, there was a small groaning sound.
"W-w-where am I?" George asked, finally awake from her shock at finding her male self.
Nancy groaned. This was going to be a looong day.
To be continued...
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Tru's Note: I know there are no squiggly lines on here, but people who use Word should get it.
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