Hi! Sorry, it's been such a LONG time since I have written anything. I just got this idea when I saw Harry Potter and the OotP, and it wouldn't go away, so here it is!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't write it here if I owned it, it would be in the books!
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It was fairly quiet after the meeting of the Order. The members trundling out to occupy themselves now that what had needed to be discussed had been discussed, what information had needed swapping had been swapped, and all manner of interesting conspiracies and schemes revealed.
And the children new nothing.
Although the adults had firmly warned them against interfering, and told them not to laze around near their meeting space, most of them saw fit to place the blame squarely on Crookshanks. After all, if he hadn't eaten that Extendable Ear, they would have been privy to the Orders' inner workings.
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Finally, Hermione had caught up Crookshanks. Bloody cat got her into the bad books for a while. Luckily, dinner had soothed any disagreeable moods that had come over her friends, and all was well. Except Crookshanks. He looked awfully pale, even his bright orange fur had lost its usual shine.
Well, he did just consume an oversized ear.
Created by Fred and George.
God only knew what was in it.
Or the twins. Hermione would have a chance to find for herself as their footsteps distracted from her slightly convulsing cat.
"Oi, Granger. We've been meaning to talk to you." One of them, Fred, shouted.
"We were curious as to how you were going to reimburse us for the untimely death of out Extendable Ear?" George questioned, looking slightly disturbed by the fur ball residing in Hermione's arms.
"Reimburse? Are you mad?" Hermione asked, looking affronted that they would ever suggest she would ever give them money for one of their damned 'creations'.
"But you killed it."
"It was our favourite"
"Firstly, I didn't kill it, Crookshanks did. Secondly, it is-"
"Was" George interjected.
"Was an inanimate object, therefore cannot-"
"Could not" Fred stated.
"Could not die. And thirdly…"
She held up the now heaving Crookshanks to prove her point.
"If he dies because of you!" she warned.
"Okay, we're even. We lost an ear, you lose a cat…" Fred said, gesturing to said cat.
It was at that point Crookshanks decided the ear was not going to impede his health any longer, and let it fly straight onto Fred's shoe.
"Now you owe us" he said, kicking off his shoes down the staircase.
"Fine. What do you want? Money? Spells?" Hermione was annoyed and exasperated. She wanted to get this ordeal over so she could go and read.
"We" George pointed to himself and his counterpart, " are bored."
And with that, Fred leant down and placed a rather un-chaste kiss her lips, George taking his place and repeating his brother's motions.
Hermione was breathing heavily when George pulled back. She was furious and muddled and all manner of things. She looked up at the doppelgangers.
"Do you have anything to say before you die" she hissed.
With one look, they simultaneously touched her head.
"Tag, your in!" they yelled as they sped off down the halls, into the quiet.
Hermione could only stare as she tried to comprehend what possible thought process could be going through their deranged minds, managed to attain a headache as she heard the ripping of two curtains, and the shrieks of "MUDBLOODS AND DISGRACES TO WIZARD KIND" from that cursed painting, and an outraged yell from Ron as they regaled him with their little encounter.
She was going to kill them.
But she was going to win their game first.
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Ooh, ambiguous ending!
Please review, thankyou.
