AN: This is for the Disney Character Competition
March Hare; Write a scene where someone's serving tea.
"Harry, George, I assume you know why I called you here?" McGonagall asked as they stepped out of the fire into her office. It had changed a lot since Dumbledore had died. The once slightly chaotic and cluttered office was now neat and tidy. A few things had stayed the same though; the pensieve in the cabinet – although that was now full of McGonagall's memories, Fawkes' perch was still in the same place – Harry doubted the bird ever used it though, and of course the portraits of the old headmasters were all there with Dumbledore in the centre.
Harry and George were not here, however, to look around the office. Stood in the corner were their children James and Fred looking worried and grinning at the same time. Harry realised that McGonagall had obviously called them there because they'd gotten themselves into trouble pulling pranks again. The grins on their faces suggested it was a good prank; Harry would have to remember to ask James about it later. First though, Harry and George would have to play the stern parents in front of McGonagall. Why she hadn't written to Ginny and Angelina Harry didn't know.
"Now boys, I know what you must be thinking but you aren't in any trouble," McGonagall said to the kids, "come and sit over here and have some tea." She went over to the corner of her office where a tea set sat, and began to make it herself rather than call on a house elf to help.
As McGonagall was buys making the tea, Harry and George cornered their kids.
"Oi, Fred," George said to his son, "what do you think you're playing at. I've had to close the shop to come and sort you out. Your mother's out visiting family so she couldn't look after it"
"Honestly dad, I don't know. Professor McGonagall just called us up here, I thought it was because of the last prank we pulled but apparently we're not in trouble so I don't know," Fred replied.
"Honest," James chimed in, "we really don't know. I don't know what Fred's getting worked up about us pranking for, you know she always lets us off. I think she's got a soft spot for you because you remind her of Uncle Fred," he directed the last part of his sentence to his cousin.
"Does she know about your last prank?" Harry asked. The boys shook their heads in response, "good, we'll talk about it later when McGonagall isn't here," the boys nodded and shut up as McGonagall came over levitating the tea in front of her before placing it on the table.
"I know you must be confused to why I've called you all here, and why I requested that your fathers be here instead of your mothers," McGonagall told the boys, "the truth is I'm actually impressed with you both"
At this, twin looks of surprise appeared on the boys faces. A similar expression had appeared on Harry and George's faces, although they tried not to show it.
"I know it's you two that's responsible for the pranks that keep going on, and I know you've edited some Weasley products to suit your needs," George could no longer hide the surprise on his face, he knew his son was following the family line of pranking but he didn't know his products were being used. George couldn't help feeling impressed with his son. But being the prankster that he was, George rounded on his son with a fake look of anger on his face.
"You've been using my products?" He roared, slightly scaring his son. Fred just nodded in response, not trusting himself to speak.
George just laughed, "you should have told me, you know I'd help you make any new products you needed," Fred visibly relaxed at this, letting out a little chuckle. McGonagall glared at him when he said this; obviously she wasn't too keen on more Weasley products in her school.
"What I called you all here today for," McGonagall continued, getting annoyed at all the interruptions, "is because I think James and Fred are very talented wizards, and I thought they should be taught more challenging magic. I hear Fred can already produce a patronus and James is well on his way…"
"Actually, I can do one now," James interrupted, "it's a stag, like dads and granddads! Do you want to see?"
"Not now, James," McGonagall replied with a scowl. Fed up of the interruptions she got up to serve the tea and let the families discuss the knowledge they'd just learnt. As she placed the last cup in front of Harry he turned to look at her.
"Professor, what did you mean about teaching our kids more advanced magic? You can't be thinking of bumping them up to NEWT level before they've even taken their OWLs?" Harry asked her, an inquisitive look on his face.
"No, of course not," McGonagall paused to take a sip of her tea, "I meant offering them lessons on choosing to become an animagus. I know your father was one, Harry, and I'm sure you and Fred would have loved to be able to transform, wouldn't you George? I just feel that teaching them this in a safe environment would be a good idea. I wouldn't want anything to happen to them"
James and Fred's faces lit up at this exchange. James had always wanted to be an animagus, something fast like a wolf – a proper one though, not a werewolf. Fred had had a similar thought, but something sneakier to help with his pranks. Harry and George looked unconvinced at this though.
"Professor, are you sure they're ready? I mean, they are only fifth years," Harry asked, George nodding along to his question.
"Boys, they're the brightest wizards since you were at school. Of course, they aren't as bright as Hermione but they are at a similar level to Mr. Malfoy. Please, at least think about it. I really think these boys are ready for that level of magic," McGonagall insisted, she really did care for these boys and wanted the best for them. She wanted them to do their namesakes proud.
"Well, if you think it's okay then I say Freddie can learn if he wishes," George spoke up, "I know Fred and I would have jumped at the chance in our fifth year, and little Freddie isn't so different to us"
"I suppose if Fred's learning then there's no way to stop James; I'd rather you teach him properly than Fred relay the information back to him," Harry reluctantly agreed.
"You've won this time boys," George said to his son and James, who were sitting there looking rather smug, "it's a good job you had McGonagall in your corner or I'm not sure old Harry would have caved," George finished this with a smirk, letting the boys know full well there was never any chance he'd let Harry stop them from doing something.
Harry went to take a sip of his tea, and realised he'd already finished it.
"Well, on that note I think we should be leaving. Thank you for the tea, Professor. I'll see you at Christmas boys," Harry said standing up to leave.
George stood up to join Harry. He reminded the boys to write, with a stare to let them know that if he didn't hear about their latest prank they'd be in trouble, before stepping into the fireplace to go back home.
Before Harry could step through, McGonagall pulled him aside.
"I really do mean the best Harry. I see how much potential these boys have and they remind me so much of their namesakes that I'd hate for anything to happen to them. It was such a same that such tragedy happened to them so young, I'd hate for anything to happen to these boys," McGonagall looked genuinely distressed at this thought, "I'll teach them both Occlumency as well, hopefully they'll be better at it than you were. I know it's been quiet since you defeated You-Know-Who, but I think they should be prepared for whatever happens"
"I know, Professor. Hopefully these two will fare up just fine. Third time's a charm," and with that, Harry went through the fireplace to join George and wait for their sons' letter.
AN: This is my first time writing all of these characters, so I apologise if anyone is majorly OOC or something.
