Visions, Walls and Fireworks

Ann slept bad that night; she kept dreaming huge snakes and tall chambers deep hidden in Hogwarts' heart. She woke up scared, sweaty with her brown locks covering her face. Her head was aching, her body was trembling and she had no idea that her half- brother Harry had the same dreams and heard the same odd hissing sounds at night.

She dressed up quickly, avoiding Pansy Parkinson's look. That girl came up with the rumor that Ann fancied the most popular and slimy Slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy. It wasn't true, of course; Draco treated her like a piece of shit, hissing the word 'half-blood' whenver she passed by. Also, the girls kept saying that her in Slytherin was a huge mistake, a misunderstanding and that her and her playboy of a brother should kill themselves. But Pansy Parkinson was an ugly pig-faced girl and Draco was mama's boy whatever they did, while Ann was free to do what she wanted to, free to express herself and, after all, free to ignore their 'unqualified' opinions on her. She was a Slytherin and it was no way people could deny that; the green tie around her neck weighted too much.

'Your looks don't help either.' Parkinson would add and the other girls would giggle, stuffing their mouths with chocolate frogs. Ann used to roll her eyes and leave the room. 'It's better this way' she thought.

Ann was already late for breakfast and, as she made her way to the Great Hall, something grabbed her from behind and a palm covered her mouth. The silhouettes dragged her to the Room of Requirement. As the man let go of her body, Ann lost her balance and fell on the floor.

'Ouch!' she squealed.

'Sorry, Evans.' she heard a familiar voice and turned around to see George stretching his hand to help her get up. She grabbed it and now she was standing on her feet again, facing the two freckled boys.

'What is it now, boys?' she said, rolling her eyes. She hated the fact that, because of them, she had to skip the breakfast, and her stomach was growling. Noticing that, Fred took out of his school bag a bottle of pumpkin juice and a small cheese sandwich.

'Ya see, we thought that you won't have time for breakfast today and, besides, you were late and the food was almost gone.' Fred said, giving Ann the food. She took it and started to eat nervously. Suddenly, a huge wooden table and four comfortable chairs appeared and the three sat down. The twins watched as Ann took one last sip from her pumpkin juice.

' Thanks for the food. Now, what's all this kidnapping thing about?' she said. Ann certainly felt happier now. '

George got up and made his way to one of the new-apparated bookshelves and took out 'Hogwarts: A history' before re-taking his seat next to Fred.

'Well, Evans, it happens that we have done our reading last night and we found some interesting additions to this book, right on its sides.'

He opened the book. On the sides of the pages were written words in a language that seemed so familiar to Ann but at the same time she couldn't understand it. She ran her long pale fingers on the old pages, her eyes tring to descifrate the weird writing. The more she tried to read, the more her head would ache and suddenly she couldn't see anything; her vision became blurry and instead of the Room of Requirement, she found herself in a huge creepy room. A petite girl was lying on the ground, when a shadow made its way to her. Ann was terrified; in the next moment she found herself yelling at the top of her lungs:

'LEAVE HER ALONE!'

The creepy chamber had disappeared now. She was again in the Room of Requirement. This time Fred held her in his arms, and when her eyes fluttered open, his freckly face was inches away from hers. The boy blushed and said:

'Are you alright? You were reading when suddenly you passed out and fell on the floor. You were making some strange hissing sounds. Who should leave who alone?' he said in a low voice. Fred didn't know why, but seeing her in his arms made his knees go weak and the tip of his ears to turn red. He had the same tingling feelings in his tummy last night too, when he covered her mouth with his palm and got her close to him.

'What's your sister's name?' Ann suddenly asked, waking Fred up from his daydream.

'Ginny. Actually, it's Ginerva, but we call her Ginny.' George answered her.

'How is she?'

Fred was confused. 'Why would she ask about Ginny?' he thought.

'Err...Fine. We saw her this morning.' George answered again.

It was late; just then, they realised that they had skipped all of their classes that day. Reading the book took more than the twins had expected.

Suddenly, they heard a woman scream. Fred and George turned their gazes in Ann's direction, but she was already out of the room. The twins followed her crazy run, and the three of them ran on the dark corridors. Ann kept hearing the hissing noises. 'KILL, KILL' the voice said, and Ann felt pure fear, the adrenaline in her blood pumping in her vines. When Ann finally stopped running, a huge crowd of students was gathered in front of a wall. The noises had stopped, and now Ann watched a sinister spectacle: Mrs. Norris, petrified, hanging from a torch bracket, and the inscription on the wall sent cold shivers down her spine. "THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE" was written in red letters. Suddenly, Filch had appeared out of nowhere, followed by McGonagall and Snape. Suddenly, Ann had an epiphany: it was Ginny the girl in the 'Chamber of Secrets' even though she had no idea what exactly existed in that chamber. Ann left Fred and George in a dark corner and made her way to Harry, but before she could even touch him, McGonagall tore him away from her and sent him to class, as she did with the other students. Then, McGonagall turned to Ann.

'Miss Evans, I have already sent the Slytherin students in the Dungeons. May I know why aren't you with them?' said the professor.

McGonagall was like Ann's aunt, cousin or anything close to that: she was the one who taught her how to make pumpkin juice and how to sew without magic. She used to say 'You're going to be a young lady soon, it's going to be useful.' then smile with knowledge. Ann assumed that McGonagall never really had anyone who taught her all those things. Girly things, like Ann used to call them. But now it wasn't the same McGonagall facing her; it wasn't the woman McGonagall, it was the professor.

' I...I have detention tonight, professor. Actually, we were looking for professor Snape when all this happened.'

Snape, hearing his name called, turned around.

'Minerva, please allow me to escort Evans and her weasel friends in my office.'

McGonagall nodded, adding:

'Severus, please take note that their name is Weasley and I'd like you to use it. I'll meet you in the headmaster's office as soon as you finish.' then left, followed by Filch who was carrying the cat's still petrified body.

'Follow me in silence.' said Snape, then walked before them. The three teenagers followed him in his office, then he locked the door. The professor waved his wand and a huge tower of papers and a box of bottles appeared on his desk.

'Evans, you sort the potions according to how poisonous they are. I expect accuracy. As for the two of you, sort these papers in alphabetical order; that, of course, if you have the ability to read. You have two hours.' he concluded, then turned around on his heels and left, locking the door behind him so that the teenagers won't escape his punishment. Fred and George were both furious and insulted.

'Great! What the hell are we going to do now?!' asked George, crumpling a paper. Fred sighted following his brother's example and crumpling another paper. Ann made her way to the winow; it started raining and the dark evening sky was darker than ever. Suddenly, seeing the water drops hit the window, Ann had an idea. She grinned and turned to the boys who crumpled half of the papers they initially had to sort.

'Hey, Georgie, Freddie, do you have, by mistake of course, some Filibuster fireworks in those amazing bags of yours?' she asked.

Fred and George blushed when they heard her call them by their nicknames. Both grinned and got out of their bags two sets of brand new Filibuster red and blue fireworks.

'Great' smiled Ann 'Keep crumpling the papers, guys. You're the best.'

Thanks for reading ! Also, I would like to thank everyone who favorited and reviewed my fanfiction. You guys are amazing! You're the only reason I keep updating this!

I wrote this chapter on Friday, during my English class so it might not be that good. R&R please!

-SerpentMinded13