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Chapter 3 – Lunch

Coming from a half and half family like I do, I get the best of both worlds here. I understand all the things the purebloods can dish out and I get the muggle references as well. So when Harry came running into the Great Hall in just his underwear and school robe, I understood that a magical prank had probably been involved. When he waved a hand and transfigured his robe into pants and put them on, I understood that he'd used wandless magic. And when a slow smirk curled his lips and he muttered, "I love the smell of napalm in the morning…" I understood that we were all in very deep shite. I had found the joys of American cinema early, thanks to me da.

I glanced around the Hall, wondering if anyone else had noticed Harry's unusual entrance. Nobody seemed to be paying him any attention, which struck me as odd. I furrowed my brow at him, when he dropped onto the bench next to me. "Look, Har. What the bloody hell is going on? And where did your pants go?"

Harry glanced down at himself. "I'm wearing them, mate."

I shook my head at him. "No, you are wearing transfigured school robes. I saw that little trick."

Harry had the balls to raise an eyebrow at me. "Sure, Seamus, whatever you say."

I opened my mouth to rip him a new one for doubting my intelligence, when the Great Hall doors opened again. This time Professor Sinistra entered. He face was flushed, just a little, and her mouth looked puffy. I glanced at Harry to see if he noticed. He was watching her, his eyes darker then usual and a small smile playing around his mouth. My jaw dropped. I couldn't help it. "Merlin's Hairy Balls!"

Harry whipped around to face me, eyes wide. "What!"

"You're doing it with our teacher!"

Harry just stared at me with wide eyes. "I…No! Of course, I'm not!" He had dropped his usual confident smirk. I could see panic in his eyes.

I crowed, "Ooo! You are in such deep shite right now! Ginny is gonna fillet you! Oh! Dumbledore is gonna kill your sorry arse."

Harry groaned and dropped his head on the table. "Shut the fuck up, Seamus. I'm not having sex with Sinistra. And you are not going to tell anyone." He raised his head slowly and fixed me with his Dark-Lord-Killing glare. I clamped my jaw shut on the next ribbing comment I was going to make. "Good lad. Now, you and I are going to sit here and have lunch and wait for my next prank to take effect. You will not mention out esteemed Astronomy teacher again."

I nodded and swallowed. Harry can be pretty damned terrifying when he wants to be and I'm no wimp. He smiled at me, which was possibly the most disconcerting thing so far. "So, Harry…How about those Lions?"

His smiled widened. "Good. Quidditch is a nice distracting topic that will pass the time until Fred and George get what's coming to them. If they ever fucking get here."

He and I talked about Quidditch for the next few minutes and he dug into his Shepard's pie. Then, the doors opened one more time. Fred and George Weasley walked in, their eyes scanning the room. When they noticed Harry by my side, their eyes narrowed and they took a step forward. Harry counted softly under his breath, "Three…Two…" They took another step. "One."

There was a resounding crack. I blinked against the light that suddenly filled the room. When the spots cleared from my eyes, the Twins were gone. I glanced at Harry, who had stood. He grinned broadly. He was looking up at the ceiling. I followed his gaze.

Resting in the sky, against the support beams of the roof, was a gilded cage. The thing was made entirely of golden magic, which formed bars that met in a spike at both the top and bottom. I blinked at the thing. It was rotating on its tilted axis sort of like… "A Planet? They're in their own world?"

Harry's grin got wider, if possible, and his chest puffed out proudly. "Yep." His voice rose. "Alright, Fred, George. You appear to be…a bit limited in options at the moment. It appears victory is mine."

Fred and George both shoved their faces between the bars and glowered. "Not so fast Potter. This day isn't over yet."

"Pfft." Harry waved a hand and exited the Hall. In his wake, a shower of golden flakes rained from the sky/ceiling. I sneezed and brushed the stuff off my shoulders. Only it didn't move. I tried again, more roughly. The stupid gold flakes were stuck to my clothes. I growled at them and silently cursed Harry. It was incredibly annoying to be covered in…Then I noticed exactly what the gold flakes seemed to be doing to the cloth they landed on.

I heard gasps and shrieks echoing through the room, but my eyes were focused on the sight of Pavarti Patil's clothing disintegrating before my eyes. Her robes had already dropped away and her shirt was quickly following before she noticed what was going on. She shrieked and tried to run from the room, but it was chaos. Everyone seemed to be tried to get out of the room or behind something that hadn't disintegrated. I glanced at the Head Table, but the teachers had been spared. A thought struck me and I looked up. Laughing, I looked away from the sight of the naked twins. They'd been the closest to the Gold Dust and so had gotten the most and the quickest.

Harry was in so much trouble.