Ghostly Trix
"Freddie, wake up!"
Freddie moaned and rolled over, closing his eyes tightly.
"I said wake up, you prat!"
Freddie's eyes snapped open as an insanely cold feeling went through his stomach. He leapt out of bed with a loud yelp, staring at his uncle.
"What was that for?" he cried.
"It's Christmas." Said the ghostly figure. "And if you think I'm going to let my nephew just sleep away the perfect prank day, you must be bloody joking."
Freddie moaned and looked around his dorm. Patrick Finnegan was snoring loudly, and Jimmy Jordan had rolled out of bed again. He couldn't see or hear the other two. Then his eyes lit upon the clock on the wall.
"Uncle Fred, it's three in the morning!" Freddie whispered harshly.
"So?"
"So, I don't wanna get up at three!"
"Aww, c'mon, we can plant dungbomb traps for all the teachers again, or teach Peeves the Christmas carol we've been working on or…" Fred rambled on happily as his unwilling nephew slowly crawled out of bed and got dressed.
"Do ghosts ever sleep, Uncle Fred?" Freddie asked grumpily.
"Depends what you mean by sleep." Fred answered.
Freddie ran as fast as his 13 years would allow. Filch, ancient and in his wheelchair, was nearly on his tail.
Up ahead, Fred poked his head through a tapestry. "Behind here, Freddie!"
Freddie tore back the tapestry to reveal a simple wooden door. He opened it and dove through. He saw his uncle shimmering slightly, and squeezed in beside him.
"Uncle Fred, why is the broom cupboard covered by a tapestry?"
"Actually, this is the Room of Requirement. Man, do i have memories in here."
"In a broom cupboard?" Freddie asked suspiciously.
"You'll have to ask your dad, George always was the one better at explaining." Fred answered.
"Oh." Freddie put his ear to the door to listen for Filch. He could hear him muttering and his wheelchair rolling across the floor.
"Damn Weasleys. Always getting in trouble. Dropping dungbombs in all the lavatories. It's that damn ghost. I told McGonnagal to have him thrown out!"
Filch's voice faded away and Freddie opened the door again.
"That was awesome!" Freddie grinned.
Dear Dad,
Uncle Fred says that I'm certainly an heir to the Weasley legend. I am proud to share his name. We dropped dungbombs in all the lavatories in the school this morning. I didn't want to wake up, but Uncle Fred made me. We hid from Filch in a broom cupboard that was behind a tapestry. Uncle Fred called it the Room of Requirement. Could you write back and tell me what the heck it is? Apparently Uncle Fred has a lot of memories in that broom cupboard??
Merry Christmas,
Freddie
A/N: so how did u like it? I know it was short, but I thought it was good. :) In case you didn't notice, Freddie is George's son and Fred is a ghost that still haunts Hogwarts since that is where he died.
By the way, Fred has made it his mission to help young students become the best little tricksters that they can be, starting with his nephew.