Back with another chapter just like I said. Who got on Pottermore? It took a while, but I finally did it. Now, let's get on with some Fred and George mischief.
Attempt to contact the Marauders from the grave by holding a séance in Professor Trelawney's room.
"Ron… RON! Wake up, you prat!" Fred yelled into his youngest brother's ear. Ron was the opposite of Percy. He could sleep like a troll. Well, without all the grunting noises.
"Mummy, stop it. I didn't wet the bed." he mumbled before turning around and grabbing a pillow to cover his ear with. George snorted before roughly pulling the blanket from Ron's bed. He sat straight up and pulled the best glare he could.
"WHAT THE… wait, what the bloody hell are you wearing?" he questioned. It was a legitimate question to ask considering that standing in front of him were two men wearing their dress robes and wizarding masks (which are quite different from muggle ones as they can contort to fit your face perfectly as you talk, or in this case smile) depicting Celestina Warbeck and a garden gnome with tufts of ginger hair coming out the top. Standing behind them was a bloke in his pajamas and a mask with Dumbledore's face on it and unruly black coming out the top. On the other side of his bed were Seamus Finnigan, Lee Jordan, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas. They didn't have masks, but they were standing nearly starkers in underwear that had multi-colored eyeballs on them.
"Ronnie, it's magical clothing. Here, put this on." Fred couldn't hold his laughter in any longer when his twin handed Ron a bundle of clothes wrapped in brown paper. Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what it was.
"Why? What are you going to do to me? Where are we going? Harry, stop laughing!" he said, pointing to Harry- err, Dumbledore. This only made him fall to his knees, roaring with laughter. Ron looked at Fred and George.
"I don't care what we're doing, but I'm not wearing this. Why can't I have a mask or something?" he said, looking at his "magical clothing" with disgust. They were his dress robes, the same one's he had worn to the Yule Ball even though they had smelled suspiciously like his Great-Aunt Tessie.
"You don't look like a twat in a mask, do you? Besides, the age could help with what we're doing." George explained as Ron grudgingly stood up and pulled on his robes.
"Then why are those lot in their underwear?" he asked with envy. It was a rather hot night and he would much rather be in his underwear than in this mess of ribbon and lace.
"Because they don't have a Great-Aunt Tessie." the twins replied together.
10 Minutes Later
"Professor Trelawney's room? But you don't even take that class!" Ron complained. It was blisteringly hot underneath the layers of his outdated dress robes and he didn't hesitate to tell the group at every chance. It had only been ten minutes and he had probably complained at least thirty times.
"Shut it! We need to get there to make this work, but we can't do that if Filch finds us!" Fred whispered.
You keep saying "what we're doing" or "make this work"," Harry said, speaking for the first time that night, "But what are we doing?"
"Knowing Fred and George, this can't be good." Dean whispered into Neville's ear. He nodded.
"Are there going to be girls there?" Seamus asked eagerly.
"I hope not." Ron and Neville said simultaneously.
"Quite, you lot. We're almost there." George said impatiently. Under regular circumstances, he and Fred could navigate the castle without anyone even knowing they were out of bed. However, the peanut gallery in the back made it difficult to even turn a corner without a painting or another glancing their way. Doesn't matter anymore, though, because the door was only a couple of meters away. He and Fred had been here nearly two hours earlier to set things up. He motioned to Fred, who in turn opened the door.
"Where did this table come from? Is that a skull?" Ron exclaimed as George closed the door.
"Yes. It's fresh from the kitchens. House-elves are more than happy to offer their services." Fred said looking devilishly at Ron. It was true, for the most part. The skull was a candle that the elves had made for the duo earlier this morning, but Ron didn't need to know that. George rolled his eyes.
"Ok, lot, we have called you here during the wee hours of the morning so that you could experience something magical with us." George whispered in a dramatic voice.
"Um, excuse me? We go to Hogwarts. Every bloody day is magical." Ron interrupted. George shrugged.
"What you are about to witness is even more magical than what goes on in this magical school of ours." He continued.
"We are bringing the Marauders back." he and Fred said excitedly. Everyone else looked at each other for an answer. George looked flabbergasted,
"Come on! They are only the most wonderful, brilliant, creative, resourceful-"he said, getting interrupted by Fred.
"Handsome, rogue, sexiest pranksters that ever lived! Aside from us, of course." Fred finished with a dramatic wink at Harry. He looked flustered and embarrassed, and he was most likely blushing under the mask.
"Prongs, Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot were some of the greatest beings to ever live, right next to Erg the Ugly and Kreature." they continued with admiration.
"That's good and gravy, but how do you suppose you'll bring them back?" Dean said impatiently. Fred and George looked at each other.
"We're holding a séance, and you're all invited." they said, whispering dramatically. Everyone looked at each other. The strange décor made a lot more sense now, but there was still one question.
"Why are we doing this in Professor Trelawney's room?" Ron asked.
"The spirits are easier to reach from here." Fred lied swiftly. He and George actually had no clue why Percy specifically didn't want them to do it in this room.
"All right, first things first. Are there any non-believers present?" George asked. The boys rolled their eyes.
"After years of hanging around Nearly Headless Nick and attending his "Death Day Parties" one tends to believe in ghosts." Harry said.
"Right, just following the rules. Ok, lets see… the tables are covered with white table cloth, there are 6 candles on the table, the recording charm is on when Fred decides to turn it on, ah, we need to light the incense candles." George said, going down the list.
"Err, I couldn't actually find any cinnamon or sandalwood or frankincense so I just got these." Fred said sheepishly as he handed George three long sticks. George sniffed cautiously at them.
"Is this just wood dipped in Ginny's perfume?" George asked. Fred nodded. "Oh well, it doesn't really make a difference." He lit the candles and put them on the table.
"Who wants to be the medium? Actually, Neville you just have to do it." George stated. Neville started to protest, but Fred made an offer he couldn't refuse.
"We'll get Hermione to do your potions essays for a month." he bargained. Neville nodded, not really wanting to know how they planned on doing that.
"Here, put on this hat!" George handed Neville a large purple turban. He looked quizzically at it before deciding it wasn't worth asking and just putting it on. Everyone stifled a giggle at his expense. George handed everyone either a red, green, or black candle.
"We nicked 'em from the Great Hall." George told everyone without them even asking.
"Aren't they supposed to have specific colors? White for peace and stuff like that?" Harry asked. Fred shrugged.
"Oops, didn't really pay attention to that bit." He said nonchalantly. Everyone joined their hand together anticipating what was going to come. George whispered something into Neville's ear. He cleared his throat and said,
"Ok, repeat after me. Our beloved err, Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us."
"Our beloved Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us." everyone repeated in unison.
"Again. Our beloved Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us." Neville repeated.
"Our beloved Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us."
"Our beloved Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us."
"Our beloved Marauders, we ask that you commune with us and move among us." Suddenly, everyone felt a pull on their hair.
"It's all right, lot, this is normal." George reassured. Everyone's excitement was building. Neville seemed to be turning a peculiar shade of orange.
"All right, Neville?" Ron asked. Neville responded by opening his eyes wider. They were now a bright green color as opposed to their normal blue.
"I'm not Neville, you insolent twat. Nice robes by the way." he growled in a droopy, rakish voice.
"Hey now, Neville. Save the jokes to us." Fred said worriedly. How did Neville change his eye color like that? He had not read about that in the manual.
"I am not Neville. I am Sir Aelfweard Alvar de Porpington." he replied sourly.
"Hey, do you know Nearly Headless Nick?" Ron asked excitedly. Neville/the ghostly being shook his head.
"Ok then, you've had your fun. Get out of Neville's body. Go on now, shoo." Seamus said. Neville looked outraged.
"How dare you speak to me as though I am some incompetent fool!" he said. He stood up and went to stand in the corner. Ron spoke to the group.
"I think Neville's been possessed."
"No, really? Oi, Fred, was there anything about an exorcism in that manual?
"We are not holding an exorcism on Neville!"
"Aaw Harry, have some fun!"
"Let's go to Madame Pomfrey."
"This late at night? She's probably fast asleep, dear old Poppy."
"All those who vote to take Elfweird to Madame Pomfrey raise your hand." Five hands were raised. Seamus cast a spell on Neville/Elfweird that made him follow as though he were tied up.
"Let go of me! I demand you!" he protested. Seamus pulled harder. Fred and George led the way, waking up half the castle as they ran to tell Madame Pomfrey.
"OI POPPY, NEVILLE'S BEEN POSSESSED! GET OUT YOU EXORCISM TOOLS, HE'S A TOUGHY!" yelled George at the top of his lungs. Madame Pomfrey ran from the hospital wing in her nightclothes prepared to give out some severe detentions to the blasted Weasley twins, but she was greeted by a rabid Neville thrashing around as Seamus tried futilely to control him.
"Oh my, what have you done to him?" she said. Turning around to face Harry, she asked "Is he really possessed?"
"Well, err, he may be a tad bit. It's nothing you can't fix, right?" he chuckled nervously. She turned very pale, then red, then deep purple before finally returning to her normal color.
"OUT! Detention for EACH of you for the next two months! Oh, come here my poor boy." she said as she took Neville/Elfweird by the arm and dragged him to an empty bunk. Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean looked solemn as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room. Waiting by the Fat Lady was a furious looking Hermione. She threw a dirty look at Fred and George before taking Harry and Ron by the ear and dragging them inside.
"What on earth were you thinking? You could have gotten expelled!" she lectured as her voice grew softer and softer as she walked away with the boys in tow. Seamus and Dean followed, prepared for the howlers that would arrive at breakfast tomorrow. Fred pulled a folded parchment out of his pocket. George's eyes lit up and he asked
"What's next?"
There you go! A nice, long chapter to entertain you until I can post another on. I will try to update at least once a week, but I'm not promising anything. School is starting in a week. Oh well, at least I can impress my English teacher with my more-than-expected yet not-that-good writing skills. Remember to review. The more reviews = the sooner I update.