A/N:: Hello, all! Today is a special day, but I won't tell you why. Anyway, so here's my new story. 5 chapters, what a whopper! *yeah right*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...or else this would have really happened.
Anyway, Happy Holidays, all! So this here little ficcie is about Fred and George helping Lee get revenge on Umbridge for the detention she gave him. Remember? Book five, Lee got detention and his hand sliced open, much like Hp? Cool, if you remember that, enjoy the read! If you don't...uhm...hopefully you're good at context clues.
Lee winced again as he placed his hand to parchment in a vain attempt to write his essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The prompt was very boring: If you were to encounter a Wizard who wished to hex you, what would be the practical approach to dealing with him? Lee rolled his eyes at the prompt. It was so long for something so simple. He wanted to act on instinct and answer "Hex the git before he gets me", but of course, that would be the wrong answer.
This essay was made even more boring by the fact that he couldn't ask Fred and George for help, as he normally would have done with such a platonic essay. On rather uneventful occasions like this, they would come up with stupid ideas to put on the parchment that would make fun of the prompt, resulting in a round of laughter and a low grade. Lee didn't particularly care about what grade he got on his essays. It was the NEWTs that really mattered and he knew he'd to well on them, thanks to the D.A. meetings.
As it was, his two best friends were engrossed in different activities that rendered them completely useless for the time being. George was sitting across from him with his feet propped up on the table. He was reading one of Lee's personal favourite books, The Lord of the Rings. Every now and again, he would shout random things that had to do with the plot. During these times it was common for George to recieve strange glances from his Housemates, but he paid them no mind and continued to read. It was almost becoming normal to hear him say, "Fool of a Took!" to anyone who messed something up, particularly Fred. His most recent exclamation was, "CAST THE DAMN RING IN THE FIRE YOU GIT!!!! BE RID OF IT FOREVER!" signaling to Lee that he was nearing the end and wouldn't be easily pulled from the tales of Middle Earth any time soon.
Fred, on the other hand, was asleep. He was next to his twin, holding his wand loosly in one hand and a quill in his other. The quill had steadily leaked ink and formed a large blotch on the sofa, giving Lee a good idea of how long Fred had been asleep. Lee wasn't entirely sure what Fred and been doing prior to going to sleep, but judging by the parchment in front of him with "Fred Weasley" scrawled across the top and the open Herbology textbook obscuring the napping twin's face, he was sure it was safe to say that Fred had attempted to write his Herbology essay. Lee also concluded that it had bored him to sleep, and as George hadn't bothered to even try writing and rather picked up Return of the King, Fred had no source of entertainment and had zoned out and fallen asleep. In addition, George's continued exclamations failed to wake him up, most unfortunatly. Lee dearly wished for the shouts to arouse his friend so he could help with the essay and maybe bring George out of his fantacy, too. Lee himself didn't dare awaken Fred. He didn't wish to be on the recieving end of an evily-concocted prank from Fred for inturrupting his precious sleep. Much rather let George deal with those pranks, he knows exactly what to anticipate.
So, here Lee was, bored out of his mind, his hand in pain, and his best friends completely ignoring him. He sighed and put his quill down, looking longingly at the staircase to the boys dormitory. He had some Essance of Murlap hidden under his bed. If only he could dip his hand into it right now...but alas, he didn't want the twins finding out and thus stayed where he was. In an effort to put off the essay and painful writing for just a little while more, Lee glanced around the Common Room just to see what everyone else was doing.
He saw the Golden Trio by the fire in their favourite chair. Harry and Ron were looking bored and Hermione was scribbing away on parchment. Lee guessed she was checking their papers. Sitting near them was Ginny. She also appeared to be doing homework, and alongside her was Neville Longbottom, and near him were Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. Across the room were Dennis and Colin Creevey attempting more magic that they had learned at the last D.A. meeting. Lee watched a stunner shoot out of Colin's wand and strike Katie Bell in the back. Angelina and Alicia just rolled their eyes and preformed the counter charm. They refused to tell Katie who stunned her, as they apparently feared for Colin Creevey's life. Lee didn't miss the way he was inching slowly toward the boys' domitories. Lee laughed at the antics of the Gryffindor Common Room.
"THE EAGLES! THE EAGLES WILL SAVE FRODO AND SAM FROM DOOM!" George cried suddenly, cutting off Lee's observations of the Room.
"George! Would you shut up?!" Harry called from the fireplace while Hermione scowled in the twins' and Lee's general direction.
George just shrugged and shouted back, "But Harry, I'm at the climax of the story."
To which Ron replied, "I don't bloody care! Be quiet or I'll confiscate that book!"
"There is no way your little brother is confiscating my book." Lee told George, reaching over to pull the book out of his hands.
"Bloody prefect..." George grumbled as the story was taken from him. He leant back in his chair and took up stairing around the Room, just as Lee had been doing before.
Lee picked his quill up again once he had stowed away the book. He decided he needed to act atleast a little bit normal. Placing the quill to the paper, he winced slighly as pressure was put on his bloody hand. Thankfully, George's attention had come to his sleeping twin, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss.
George nugged his twin, clearly hoping to wake him. Fred didn't move at all. George nugged him harder. Still, Fred did not respond. Finally, George became impaient and shoved Fred out of the chair, causing a loud and rather distracting crash as many textbooks, two essays, and two bottles of ink fell to the floor with Fred.
Grumbling, Fred got up and pulled out his wand to fix the devistation caused by the spilled ink. Neither Lee nor George alerted him to the fact that there was a nice amount of purple ink smeared across his nose and cheeks.
"Why'd you wake me up?" He asked yawning, uncharacteristically not adding a threat to the end of his question.
"Because I'm bored." George told him. Suddenly, he noticed Lee's essay and decided to comment on the peculiar colour ink Lee was using, "Why're you writing with such red ink? Blimey, it's so red it remindes me of blood."
Lee stared at his friend then swallowed uncomfortably and glanced at his essay. To his dismay, his hand had begun to bleed again and the blood had fallen on the paper. Unfortunatly, he hadn't noticed, and with both twins watching him, he couldn't clean it up without them seeing. Luckily, George had mistaken it for ink. Fred, however, knew that Lee wasn't using red ink on this particular essay, seeing as he had just cleaned up two bottles worth of ink off the floor, and red had been neither of the colours.
"It does look like blood...Are you so sure that it's not blood?" He asked quietly, his eyes alight with anger.
George's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "You never did tell us what you had to do for detention..."
"I told you I had lines." Lee explained, pulling his hand away from the table. He hadn't been sure whether or not Fred and George knew what anyone in Umbridge's detentions had to suffer. He thought that there would be a possibility that Harry had confided in them, but it seemed as if the twins were still in the dark about such matters.
"Show us your hands...both of them." Fred demanded. Of course, now that they had seen the blood, neither Fred nor George were convinced that he'd had 'just lines.'
Lee rolled up his sleeves and showed them the palms of both hands. Fred raised and eyebrow skeptically while George commanded, "The other side, Lee."
Reluctantly, he turned his hands over. He held his breath as he waited for the reactions from his best friends. They were much calmer than he expected. Fred read the words 'There's no such things as loopsholes' engraved in his hand and looked away, while George just shook his head. Finally, Fred said, "You can roll down your sleeves, now." Lee obliged, glad to hide the bleeding words, wishing for an excuse to dip his hand in the Essance of Murlap.
There was a long silence that followed as Lee glanced between the twins. He wasn't sure if he should go or not. He thought that maybe he should stay to keep an eye on them, make sure they didn't do anything recklass. His fears were confirmed with George's next statement. "How do you reckon we should get back at her, then?"
"I don't know. All I know that in the end...her hands will bleed." Fred stated simply, but Lee knew that the comment held a threat, an already half-formed plan.
"You're not going to get revenge on her! It's not that big a deal. What if your mum finds out? Or Hermione. She's downright scary..." Lee said. Fred and George looked at their friend skeptically. Hermione and their mum hated Umbridge, they would probably be pleased to see the foul woman tortured, even if it did involve breaking rules and getting expelled...or almost expelled, anyway.
Lee sighed and said, "Really, you don't have to do this, you'll get killed."
George rolled his eyes and replied, "Honestly, we're not such bad friends that we'll let that arragant toad get away with this."
Fred nodded his head in agreement and said, "Besides there are worse ways to die, atleast we'll go out laughing."
"But...I mean...It's no problem, no harm done..." Lee tried. The twins stared stonily back at them, and Lee knew he had lost the fight. Shrugging he got to his feet and said, "I'm going to go dip my hand in some Essance of Murlap. It really helps with the pain, you know." He paused, wondering if he should tell them Harry put him up to it. He then decided against it and instead said, "Well, good night. Just don't plan anything illegal, yeah?"
George laughed and said, "Lee, this whole thing reeks of illegal action on both sides."
"So what you mean to say is, 'make sure to add in a saftey so as not to get caught and sent to Azkaban'." Fred commented lightly, leaning back in his chair. He smirked slightly and said, "Well, don't worry about that, we'll keep it in mind."
"I should really talk you out of this...however I want revenge, and as it is I that you're planning to avenge, I expect to hear all the details of any plans you may have made. Someone around here has got to pay attention to details." Lee said haughtily, going against his better judgment. The twins smiled approvingly as he turned to leave. He wanted in on this plan, and he would indeed have a part in it.
Double A/N? Sorry:: Thus ends chapter one. I suppose you'll be wanting a bit of an explanation! Here it is:
1...yes, I'm aware some things don't make sense, and yes I am aware that sometimes the characters get a little OOC, but really, everyone gets a little OOC every now and again in real life. So that is my defence on that issue. (However, rest assured, comrades, for no Mary Sue or Gary Stu shall tread the path of my fanfictions!)
2. As I'm sure you've noticed, there's some LOTR referance goin' on up there. I did it for fun, to see if I could work it in. I've always imagined Lee as a pureblood, but I guess it's more likely for him to a half-blood, you know? Say he was a half-blood, then he'd know about Lord of the Rings, what with his partial muggle-upbringing and all. I thought it'd be fun to include it. Anyway, long story short: George was looking for mischief one day and found Lord of the Rings on Lee's bed or something. He read it. End story. Why George? Because when I think about the twins, I'd think of Fred as being the type to go, "Oh, I watched the movie..." and George would do both (read book/watch movie).
3. I don't usually ask for this, but I'd actually like to know if you want me to continue or not (wow. I sound like such a newbie). If no one replys, the next chapter goes up in a week, regardless. However, if everyone/a good majority/a few people/even one person replys, the new chapter goes up on Saturday, possibly Friday night.
So tell me what you think,
Bye!