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EDIT (August 9, 2011)- This story will be posted as James/ Lily because many of the one-shots will be about them and without those two and their sacrifice, none of Harry Potter would have ever happened. :)
This is part of a challenge called 100 Promts. I will be putting the main characters at the beginning as well as the prompt. More on the challenge below.
Fred and George and the Shrieking Shack
1. Haunted
"Well, Forge, I guess this is the famed Shrieking Shack."
"Yes, yes it is Gred." The two first years stood at a gate, looking at in awe the so- called haunted Shrieking Shack. They had come into possession of the Marauder's map three weeks prior and learned how to use it last Wednesday, five days ago. It was now a Sunday and the twins had decided to put their new favorite item into use.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Of course! It's called twin telepathy. Duh." The two boys looked at the rusty lock that chained the gate of the fence, wondering how they would ever get it off.
"Maybe we should try using magic!"
"Fred, I'm sure that people have tried that before. I don't think it would work."
"But it's worth a shot."
"Right you are!"
"Alohomora." Fred looked disapprovingly at his wand and shook it. "Alohomora!" Fred then tapped the end of his wand against his hand, as if trying to get the magic out of his wand. "Alohomora!" Still, nothing happened."
"I have a better idea."
"Yeah?"
"Climb the fence."
"That's brilliant!" George rubbed his hands together and smiled.
"This is only about five feet high; way shorter than The Burrow. Do you remember when we climbed that when we were seven?"
"Of course I do, George! How could I forget?" Fred pus his hand over his heart, as if to look like George actually hurt his feelings.
"I'm not sure how you could forget that one. We were grounded from our rooms for two weeks! No pranks for fourteen long days! How could a seven-year-old ever survive?"
"I don't know, Georgie. I don't know." Fred looked over at George and he smiled. George gave a thumbs-up in response. They nodded their heads and stuck their foot into the first hole of the fence. Fred and George began to climb and were up at the top of the fence after about a minute and a half.
"I beat you!" George howled.
"No way! I beat you!"
"Whatever. You know I won. Let's get to the shack." The boys jumped off the fence and stood up.
"Ow." George rubbed his knee, flexed it a few times, and then started to catch up to Fred.
"Alright, so what's the plan when we get up there?" Fred asked George.
"Well, I say we try unlocking the door. If that doesn't work, then we try to break it down. If that still doesn't work, we'll try and break the windows to get in that way. If that doesn't work, I think we should head back because it's already starting to get a little dark and it will be too hard to find anything out here when it's pitch black and without everyone knowing we're here if we use Lumos."
"True that, brother. I agree." The twins continued to walk along the stone path to the doorway to the old, rickety house.
"I'm surprised this thing hasn't collapsed yet. I mean, it's practically like that Peaning tower of Liza dad was telling us about last summer." Fred told his brother. "I mean, that wood is practically rotten out of existence. It should be no problem to knock this thing down."
"You mean like how Ginny knocked over Ron when she was two and he was three?"
"Priceless!" High-fives were exchanged. "So, we're here. Would you like the do the honors?"
"Why, yes, thank you Forge. Alohomora!" Fred tried to open the door. Nothing happened, "Alohomora! Alohomora!" George tried to unlock the door, but it, again, did not work. George kicked the door, which was only followed by a high-pitched squeal and a red- haired boy holding his foot and jumping in circles.
"Doesn't look like kicking the door down is going to work, either." Fred muttered. "Shall we try the glass?" Fred said, louder than before.
"Sure." George hopped over and Fred walked right behind him. "You're going to have to try this one. I've tried to walk with no feet before and, alas, it did not work."
"Sure thing!" Fred walked up to the window. He took a deep breath and then lifted his leg up the height of the window. Fred kicked the window as hard as he possibly could, but fell backwards because the glass was so strong.
"Bloody Hell…" George muttered.
Fred wasn't going to go down without a fight, though. He rose back up and punched the window. There was a crunch and a muffled scream from Fred.
"Fred! Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be all right. Let's get out of here."
"I was thinking the same thing."
"Twin telepathy. Duh." Fred smiled at his brother as they were walking down the pathway to the gate. The sky was much darker than it was when they first got to the Shrieking Shack. The sun had already dipped behind the horizon. It would be completely dark in around ten minutes. Not thinking about it, George pushed the fence. The lock and chain fell to the ground and the gate opened.
"No wonder Alohomora didn't work. There was nothing to unlock because the chain was so rusted." George remarked. The boys went back to Honeydukes quietly so that they wouldn't attract attention; not only were they first years; it wasn't even a day designated to visit Hogsmede. The boys entered Honeydukes, sneaking around the shelves and shelves of sweets to the basement. Fred carefully lifted the box covering the trap door. Fred and George quietly climbed inside, shutting the door.
"Well, that may not have worked, but we'll come better prepared next time!" George remarked.
"Of course! Although, our weekends are already all booked up with pranks. We'll hopefully find a way to fit it in!"
"Yeah! We're almost to the castle."
"We are. So, what should we bring next time we come here?"
"A hammer. Maybe a crow bar. Oh, a big tree log would work well too."
"And some dynamite!"
"What's that?"
"I didn't tell you?"
"I'm not sure. Tell me again anyways." The two boys stepped out of the passageway into the castle and continued on to their common room, oblivious to everything around them.
"Remember when you were sick that one time when we were five? I went into dad's office and found this big red thing. It said Warning: ignites with fire and Bill had a campfire set up outside way back, so I threw it into there. Made a huge hole and mum blamed it on a meteor so you we wouldn't try it again."
"Merlin, I wish I would have been functioning then!"
"Me too." George looked up, only to see McGonagall standing right in front of them, hands on her hips and eyebrows arched.
"Hi Professor!" George screamed.
"Not up to trouble, I hope?" McGonagall spoke.
"Nope! Just walking around the castle talking about my infamous dynamite explosion when I was five. Would you like to hear it?" Fred said, smiling and looking up at the Professor.
"No, thank you. You best be on your way. It's almost curfew." McGonagall suggested.
"Right, you are, Professor!" George responded, also grinning. The twins saluted to McGonagall and went on their merry way.
"Those boys… they are going to haunt me for seven years… it's like the Marauders all over again." McGonagall muttered under her breath. However, Fred and George heard this comment and turned to give each other a high- five.
"Task five completed: get McGonagall to think that we're like the Marauders." Fred spoke.
"Score another one for us, Freddie!"
Okay. So, this is a challenge called the 100 Prompts challenge. I've decided to take it up because I thought it would be exciting and the prompts are AWESOME (Really. They are on my profile page. If you'd like to look at 'em, check out my profile!). This will be all cannon in the HP books with Marauder-era and Next Generation fics. If you'd like to follow along my journey, please do! I can't wait to really get into this and look for another chapter soon!
