I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own Harry Potter or it's characters. I do, however, own Emma and Matthew Potter. :-)
"RUN!" screamed George as all four twins sprinted down the corridors.
It was the next day, and, seeing as it was a beautiful Saturday morning, the twins had decided to take a look around the Hogwarts grounds. Along the lake they had found a rather large oak tree and decided that a rest was called for. They stayed there for a couple of hours, talking, laughing, you know. Not much happened until Fred thought it'd be great fun to push the other three into the black lake.
"Hey guys, come here! I think I see the giant squid!" Fred shouted excitedly. Emma, Matt, and George came over to where Fred was standing on the edge of a steep bank, the dark water lapping ominously against the shore.
"I don't see it Fred, where'd you say you saw it?" George asked.
"It's a little to the left of us, if you look really hard you can see its shadow." The three leaned forward, a little over the bank.
"I don't see it Fred. Your eyesight must be going bad."
"Oh, it's there all right, you guys just need a closer look…" and with that said he pushed them all off the bank and into the frigid water.
Matt resurfaced just in time to hear Emma let out an earsplitting scream of frustration. She immediately started climbing out of the water and up the embankment, making a bee-line for Fred.
This is not going to end well for any of us, Matt thought. His sister had a temper just as bad as their mother's and a showcase of nasty spells to boot. He had been the innocent victim of her many tantrums back home, and there it had only been accidental magic.
"FRED WEASLEY WHEN I GET DONE WITH YOU YOU'RE GOING TO BE SENT HOME AS A TEACUP! GET BACK HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!!"
Matt and George looked at each other with pale faces, mostly from the cold water they were still knee deep in.
"Can she really do that?" George asked.
"Oh yah, once she turned me into giant nutcracker. Accidental of course, but it still took a long time to get me back to normal. Sirius was furious. We almost had to go to St. Mungo's," explained Matt as they chased after Fred and Emma.
"Fred once transfigured Ron's teddy bear into a spider when we were little because Ron broke his toy broomstick."
A loud bang came from behind one of the large boulders near the cliff face. As the two boys rounded it they burst into a fit of giggles. Fred now had a nose like the spout of a tea kettle (it was steaming) and painted flowers were appearing all over his face and arms. The twigs near Emma had taken on a snake-like appearance. She was screaming, trying to get away, looking like she was doing some sort of crazy jig.
"What are you two laughing at?" Emma said. She had finally gotten away from the snakes and looked absolutely miserable. Her robes were still sopping wet and her socks had a healthy coating of mud from jumping around in the dirt.
Meanwhile, steam had begun pouring from Fred's ears accompanied by a high whistling sound.
"Hey look, water's boiling," pointed out George.
Fred tried to retaliate, but when he opened his mouth a dingy liquid spilled forth. He closed him mouth almost immediately.
"What did you do?" asked Matt, still giggling.
"I don't know! It just kinda, BANG, happened," said Emma frantically, but then her eyes narrowed. "So don't even ask me to reverse it! And even if I did, I wouldn't, he deserves it." Her head swung around to face Fred.
"We should – take him – up – to the hospital wing." George managed to say between his laughter.
All four of them headed back up to the castle, absolutely dripping, even Fred (he had tried to talk again). They were halfway up to the third floor when they heard a loud, wheezy breathing coming from behind them. Filch had discovered their little trail, appearing as though he had slipped in it while attempting to track its origins. It being only the second day of school and their faces were somewhat hidden, they decided that it would be much better to avoid detention this time.
"RUN!" screamed George as all four twins sprinted down the corridors.
Slipping and sliding and by chance, they found the hospital wing first try, an almost impossible feat. Unable to stop in time, Fred, George, Emma and Matt all slammed into on of the beds on the other side of the room. Thankfully no one was in it.
Filch stumbled in a moment later.
"What is going on here?" asked Madam Pomfrey. "This is a hospital wing, not some noisy fun house!" Madam Pomfrey looked murderous, but not as much as Filch.
"They tracked mud and slime into the castle! I'll be up for hours cleaning it up! They need to be punished!"
"Madam Pomfrey, we tracked mud in only because we were in such a hurry to come and see you. Something…something's happened to my friend here, and we thought we should bring him to the hospital wing first thing."
"Nice thinking Matt," whispered George on the other side of him.
Madam Pomfrey gasped as she saw Fred and immediately started ushering Filch out of the room, muttering something about not tormenting ill students. The twins let out muffled sniggers into their sleeves, but it was short lived, because Madam Pomfrey came back and rounded on them, yelling at the Potters and George to get out of her hospital wing.
A few hours went by and Emma was starting to drift off on Matt's shoulder, and George was attempting to peer through the windows in the double doors. Unfortunately, they were still a good four inches above his head, even while on his toes.
Then, just as George was about to give up, Fred burst through the doors, knocking his brother against the wall in the process.
Emma was the first one up. George would have beaten her, but he was still clutching his stomach where the door had hit him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sor…"
"Emma! Be quiet, okay? I'm fine. Madam Pomfrey just said I'd be tasting tea for a few hours."
"You were in there so long, we were so worried about you!"
"Yah, Madam Pomfrey was shocked that anybody had been able to turn me even halfway into a tea kettle. It's apparently really advanced stuff." He smiled knowingly at Emma. "Anyway, I'm fine now. No harm done. Plus it was worth it to see you dance around those snakes!"
The boys burst into laughter and Emma tried really hard to force down her smile, but to no avail, and soon, she too was laughing out loud.
"C'mon. We're going to be late – late for dinner!" Matt managed to say.
Needless to say, the twins laid low for the rest of the weekend, mostly hanging out in the Gryffindor common room, or wandering the halls looking sources of entertainment. They refrained from any trouble-making, which was fine with them, since Filch had been trailing them almost non-stop since their little incident. They did, however, meet the pleasant Gryffindor house ghost, Nearly-Headless Nick, and the not-so-pleasant castle poltergeist, Peeves. Not quite a ghost, yet not quite human. More like a nasty combination. Now to most students he was just horrid, but to the trouble-makers of the school (the twins would soon find out), he was almost bearable, if not helpful at times.
By Monday morning pretty much the entire school had heard about the fight and only about a tenth of the stories were even remotely true. They ranged anywhere from Fred sprouting whiskers and a tail to Emma having to face a thousand hungry cobras. Whatever the stories were, the twins only cared about the opinions of a select few, namely the teachers and the other Weasleys.
None of them had seen that many teachers since the Sorting Ceremony, and the ones they saw had a variety of looks on their faces. Curiosity, worry, amazement, and in some cases even a little bit of fear. I mean, how many first years can transfigure a living thing into an inanimate object, especially something as complicated as a human? Emma think she could have handled it if she and the other Gryffindors didn't have Transfiguration first thing that morning.
What does everyone think of it so far? Please R&R, oh! and don't forget to vote on what should happen to the Potters during the summer (see Ch. 2)
Next up...Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions. *smiles evilly*