Summary: HP/LOTR Crossover. After a 'most excellent' adventure to Rivendell, Fred and George find themselves back at Hogwarts—with one small problem. Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas are with them. Now they must find a way to send them back without losing their reputation at Hogwarts in the process.
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"Well, don't act like you're so happy to see us," Elrohir muttered sarcastically, shoving dust from the floor off of his gown. "Do I dare ask why it is so filthy where you live?"
Fred rolled his eyes, about to comment on them being prissy pansy boys when he heard a sudden shout come off far in a separate corridor, echoing throughout the halls of the dungeon.
"George—it's Snape!" Fred hissed, head darting around. "Quick! What were we doing when we left?"
George frowned, trying to remember everything that the two had been up to, drying to remember the exact last thing they had done before they froze instantly, looking at each other.
"Bloody hell," George hissed while Fred went on ranting under his breath, using colorful words that would have had his mother assigning him on kitchen duty for three months. "Okay, we were supposed to be hitting the armor—the dancing suit of armor! We're so dead, come on, let's go!"
Agreeing instantly, Fred began to take off before pausing. "You three, hurry up and follow us. No matter what happens or who calls out, don't look back. We'll talk when we're elsewhere," he commented before taking off, George at his side while a set of flustered elves were left behind to gaze after them.
After what seemed to take hours but only added up to a few minutes the five of them managed to find their way into the Transfiguration classroom, barging in immediately and breathing hard before freezing up as they saw the dozens of eyes peering curiously towards them.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasleys, but we are in the middle of a class. If you wouldn't mind, could you please take you and your friends elsewhere?" came Professor McGonagall's voice. She barely even gave them a glance after having seen their flaming red hair and the fact that Gryffindor sixth years were in the middle of Charms, so it would most certainly not be Ron Weasley.
Looking towards each other as they dared not to move, fear of running into Snape while leaving, caused McGonagall to look up after hearing no door reopening and settling shut.
"Fred, George, I suggest that you—" she paused as she noticed there were three rather unfamiliar students standing next to them, and the thought was simply preposterous. She knew the name and appearance of every student in Hogwarts.
Before she had a chance to continue with what she was saying, mouth hanging slightly askew, George took his moment to speak. "Professor McGonagall, we need to speak with Professor Dumbledore immediately."
A small, shocked noise escaped McGonagall's lips as she looked between all three of them before she nodded curtly, pursing her lips together. "Alright, then. Class, if you please, I will be back in just a moment. I expect each and everyone of you will be able to describe to me the movements and incantation for transforming a toad into a quill."
Without another word, she walked up towards them before sweeping a quick glance over them all. "Follow me," were her small words before she held her head high, taking off towards the staircases at top speed while the five boys behind her tried to keep up. As Elrohir opened his mouth to comment on it, though, Fred made jagged cutting motions towards his throat, hinting towards him immediately not to start anything.
As they mat their way up the first flight, the instant Legolas began to make his way over the last step the stairs began to move from beneath his feet, causing both Fred and George to pull him over quickly while he was still in a mind of shock.
"Make a mental note. Staircases. They move," was all Fred supplied them with information, knowing that a lot more was needed to be explained, but there was no point. Knowing Dumbledore, he'd tell them everything they needed to know, giving nothing less, nothing more.
Panting out of exhaustion from all of their bounding up the continuously moving stairs, the three elven boys were greatly relieved the moment they heard that they were now on the level where Professor Dumbledore's office was held. Pausing just outside of it, though, they frowned while merely staring at a statue. Inside they were all thinking the same thing—why are we goggling at a gargoyle of stone?
"Sherbet lemon," McGonagall's voice echoed out, causing the three to glance nervously at each other before jumping back when they saw the gargoyle come to life and bound aside, revealing a winding staircase.
"Come on, now, watch your step," she insisted towards them, nodding at the staircase. It was obvious in her eyes that she wanted to know everything about these strange boys. Why they were here, how they got there, who they were—but she also knew that the only rightful person to ask was Dumbledore. And as the Deputy Headmistress, she was not about to do anything that seemed disrespectful of the Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly.
As they finally reached the opening doorway to Dumbledore's room, they were presented to the Headmaster who looked curiously up at them, eyes filled with sparkling blue mischief although he didn't seem all too shocked by what was before him.
"Well, it seems that our resident mischief makers have made themselves a few friends?" he commented, hinting it off as a slight question.
"I wouldn't consider them friends," Fred scoffed while George stood behind him, nodding his head vigorously.
Dumbledore peered towards them over his spectacles with a slight look that told them they were not going to like what he had to tell them. "So, why is it you have come to see me?"
"Well—we were hoping you knew a way to send them back," George supplied while the other four all agreed, Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas as eager to go home as Fred and George were to send them back.
"I'm afraid I neither know the way nor can I do so, for this is something you must do on your own," came a reply that McGonagall, who had been standing in the corner, smirked slightly at before forcing the twitching corners of her lips down.
"What?" demanded Fred, George already aghast and at a loss for words.
"You two have to be the ones who teach them how to get around this school. After all, I do believe you two are the ones who know them best."
Growling a bit, George was about to protest more when Dumbledore held up his hand. "You are dismissed. I believe you should return to your common room, you can complete anything you need to be caught up on there along with the other three. You are further more excused from any classes for the rest of the day until you have deciphered all you need to set up. Good day to you."
And with the tone of finalty that was distinctly one not to be messed with from their beloved headmaster, they sighed and retreated as McGonagall ushered them out, a satisfied smile on her face.
After she left them to continue on their way to the common room, a smile still plastered on her face, she left them without a word before taking off towards her classroom.
When they seemed to finally reach the Pink Lady's portrait, Fred quickly gave the password ("banshee—yes, I know it's the password") while George gave some last minute instructions.
"You're going to have to start off by blending in, getting along as well as you can with the rest. But as a note, we are the champs of Hogwarts, beloved friends of everyone. You mess with us, you mess with everyone," he stated, as if leaving it as a forewarning. "Now, the first thing you need to learn is teachers. The ones you can weasel a detention out of and the ones who you must avoid at all cost. First off there is McGonagall back there. Avoid her. Next is Snape. He is the most—"
"Man, how do we describe Snape?" Fred asked suddenly, cutting in with a plan forming in his head. "For us Snape is the most sap of a teacher here. You can get away with almost anything under his nose, especially if you are in Gryffindor."
Watching as George caught on, they boy tried not to laugh as they continued.
"And speaking of Gryffindor, there are four houses. This is Gryffindor house, by far the best and most sought out house known to Hogwarts history. I think you're going to enjoy your stay here."
A/N: Well, here I am…my new story is up! Wow, I give myself NO REST WHATSOEVER! All I know is that I need to sleep. R/R, hope you enjoy, and catch you later, people!