AN: I do not own any of the characters. The world and characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling, the God of Writing.
The Ultimate Party
By Zitzabis
"Hey did you hear about the party?"
"Yeah! Sounds pretty cool doesn't it?"
"Definitely! You going?"
"Only if I'm invited."
The whole school was in a state of excitement due to the upcoming party. Fred and George Weasley had been planning the party for weeks! Rumors had begun to fly around the school so thick and fast, that one could hardly believe what they heard.
"I hear that the DJ is a troll!"
"Nah I heard it's going to be a band of house elves."
The only two people who actually knew what was going to happen were the Weasley twins. Many saw the two of them tucked away in far flung corners of the castle whispering and pointing at random objects.
"Reckon we could use that?" asked Fred pointing at a moldy tapestry.
"Dunno…could be tricky getting it down, could fall to pieces." said George thoughtfully.
Even the teachers began to notice the odd behavior of the students. Though for some strange reason, none of them seemed to care. On the contrary, they could be heard eagerly discussing the party in whispers.
"As long as the don't break any serious rules." McGonagall was saying to Flitwick.
Flitwick stared up at her surprised. "Them! Oh I doubt it Minerva. They have always been rule breakers, but they know when to draw the line."
But the most curious thing was the behavior of the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He could be seen walking down random corridors looking at busts, vases, rugs, carpets and the such. Every so often he would stop and peer into a room, sometimes a classroom or at times one of Filch's cupboards. All of this was done in a manner rather similar to the twins. But all in all, the whole school was in a state of great anticipation.
"Hey Fred!"
Fred winced and turned around to see a bushy head bobbing amongst the crowd towards him..
"What?" he asked cautiously. He had just been about to turn into Moaning Myrtles bathroom when Hermione had called out.
"Why are you down this corridor?" she asked eyeing the bathroom door.
"No reason."
"Hmmm, well George wants to see you." She said still looking between the Fred and the door.
"Right well I'll go see him." Said Fred and hurriedly left, leaving Hermione to enter the bathroom with a frown.
Fred sighed as he set off to find George. Hermione had been trying to find out what they were up to ever since he had let slip about the party. Not that he cared if she knew about it but she just kept trying to catch them off their guard. He couldn't recall how many times he had whacked his head against the underside of a table because of her calling out his name.
"Oh well that's just Hermione." Fred thought. But he would give her quite a shock when the party rolled around. He and his twin were still in the process of working out where they were going to hold the party. Was it going to be the room of requirement? Or perhaps the Shrieking Shack? Where ever it was held, it had to hold just about the entire schools population.
"Any luck?" asked George.
"Nope! Hermione found me before I could check it out."
"Darn! Well...we just have to try again later." cursed George.
"Yeah…you know this party is starting to really stir everyone up..." said Fred. "Do you think it's worth all this trouble?"
"Of course!" said George bracingly. "It will be a party that everyone will remember! Come on, even Dumbledore is helping us! We can't back out on him."
Fred nodded as he recalled them setting up the party with Dumbledore. They had both gone up to the Headmaster as he was exiting the Great Hall. When he saw them coming he slowed down and ushered them into an empty class room, sweeping inside after them.
"Professor Dumbledore sir…" began Fred.
"I know what you're up to." said Dumbledore cutting Fred off. "And I want you to know that I support you entirely!"
"Uhh…you do?" asked George.
"I am the headmaster of this school! Surely you don't think I don't know a few things going on around here..."
"Uh…right."
"Now the two of you need to start thinking where you're going to hold this party. You also need to work on trying to find decorations and food."
"Yeah we've been thinking the Room of Requirement and…other places." said Fred.
"Good. Well you must finalize on that." said Dumbledore nodding. "Now if you'll excuse me I must go see to Mr Filch. He seems to have gone on strike again because of you two."
"Oh…sorry about that." mumbled George.
"Not at all! He once went on strike because a student left muddy footprints in the halls..." said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye as he thought of that certain individual. Suddenly bringing himself back to reality he said,
"Oh and don't spike the pumpkin juice to much at the party. You know how Professor McGonagall feels about such things." And with a final wink of the eye, he was gone.