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Lock Ron in a closet and make a house-elf from the kitchens replace him in all his classes.
Fred and George walked hand in hand through the corridors, holding the precious list with tight fingers.
"What's next on the list?" George asked as Fred looked.
"Lock Ron in a closet and make a house-elf from the kitchens replace him in all his classes," he says. George smiled.
"This is going to be great. Let's go to the kitchens!"
The boys tickled the pear, revealing a door that allowed them entrance into the Hogwarts kitchens. As soon as they arrived, the ever-helpful house-elves stopped their work and came to them, asking whether they would like dinner, or breakfast, or a snack, or a back massage. Fred and George looked around, searching for the perfect Ron-elf.
"Take that ugly one," George whispered to Fred, pointing at a rather unfortunate looking elf with eyes the size of quaffles and a nose to rival the liar Pinocchio's. Fred guffawed, but he should his head.
"No, we have to take one that at least somewhat resembles him. I think he should be a bit uglier. Just a smidgen," he whispered back.
"No, you're right. Look! I want that one!" George answered, pointing to a lanky elf in the back of the room. Fred laughed and said, "That one should be perfect. Come, let's teach him the way of the Ron."
"Shouldn't be so hard. Eat, sleep, drool over Hermione. What else does ickle Ronnie-kins do?" George answered, but Fred never responded.
Later, in the Boys' Dormitory…
"Perfect." George said in awe of his magnificent work of art.
"Sure," Fred snorts. In front of them stood Bogey the house-elf, all dressed up in his Sunday best. Just kidding. He looked absolutely ridiculous in his blazing red ginger wig and his oversized Hogwarts uniform.
"Wait, Fred," George said. "We can't let anyone see him until tomorrow. We have to hide him, but where?" Fred thought about it for a while.
"How about in the closet where Ron will go tomorrow?"
"Good idea." They sent Bogey the house-elf into the closet in the common room with some yarn to keep him company and went back to their dorm room. There, they found Lee Jordan suspiciously eying them.
"Where did you guys go?" he asked. The twins raise their shoulders, but Lee was still waiting for an answer. "Well? Why don't you tell me what's going on here?" he asked his best friends.
"Because we can't, Mother," Fred said.
"We're planning a prank, and we'll tell you if you promise not to tell anyone!" George exclaimed at the same time.
A long time later….
"So this is a prank?" Lee asked again. "You want to put Ron in a closet for a whole day, and that's all?"
"Yes," George said, as they didn't tell him about the house-elf. They know they can trust Lee, but even he couldn't find out about the list. Besides, what was the fun in ruining a prank?
"You can help us," Fred said. "Can you lead Ron to the closet tomorrow morning? He doesn't trust us anymore after that 'up in your arse and around the corner' thing".
"Neither do I, really. I don't think anyone trusts you. You just have this mutual trust thing going on between yourselves, and… " Lee rambled.
"Right, mate. I think you should go to bed now."
The next morning…
"Fre-ed" George whispered in a sing-songy voice, trying to wake-up his twin brother. Fred grumbled something and turned his back to George; George grabbed a glass of water and emptied it over Fred. Fred shot up and glared at George.
"It's early in the morning, sleep time." he said. George rolled his eyes.
"Get up, Drulgg the Tired. We have quite a day ahead of us."
They walked downstairs to the common room and opened the door of the closet, letting the house-elf out. Overnight, Bogey had crocheted a sweater about twenty sizes too big for bother Fred and George together, but they took it appreciatively.
"It's almost show time, Bogey," Fred said, starting to pep talk the elf.
"Ron's first class is Potions. Do you want to go get ready for that?" George asked. Bogey nodded and then disappeared, and Fred and George went up back to their dorm to wake up Lee.
One cup of water and seven naughty words later…
"Oi, Ron," Lee yelled at the younger brother of Fred and George. Ron opened his eyes and looked sleepily at Lee.
"Whazzup? 'ermione?" he asked.
"What? No! Come on, I have a surprise," Lee said back. Now Ron was clearly wake, and he came out of his bed and followed Lee into the common room.
"It's in that closet," Lee said, and Ron, still a little tired from his early awakening, walked into the closet. From behind him, Fred and George came closer.
"What's it? There's nothing but a con- HEY! OI YOU BLOODY," Ron shrieked, but he was cut off by the closing of the heavy wooden door.
"Nice work, Lee," George said, and their friend smiled. Fred looked to the magical clock at the exit of the Gryffindor common room.
"It's almost breakfast!" he exclaimed, ignoring the muffled curses coming from the closet. Slowly, the three of them walked to the Great Hall.
Breakfast…
"Fred, George, Lee, have you seen Ron?" Harry asked, and the boys shook their heads.
"He's usually stuffing his face by now. You sure he didn't sleep in?" Fred asked mildly curiously.
"Yeah, he wasn't in his bed, and he never wakes up this early!" Harry answered. The doors to the Great Hall opened and Hermione walked toward them.
"He isn't in the Library," she told Harry.
"Don't worry about it, he will come back soon. Maybe Malfoy did something?" Lee suggested. Harry and Hermione shrug and sit down at the table next to them to eat.
Potions…
"Ron is still not here! I'm worried, Harry!" Hermione whispered as Snape opened the door.
"Absent, Mr Weasley? Five points from Gryffindor," the Potions Master said snarkily. Just then, the door burst open. A tall, lanky, red-headed, big-eyed house-elf appeared at the frame.
"I-I'm here, Professor Snape…" he said shakily.
"And who might you be?"
"Ro-Ronald Weasley, sir." The class erupted in laughter.
"FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, WEASLEY! I will not be humiliated by your monstrous brood of a family any longer! It doesn't matter that my numerous attempts at having you and your irritatingly persistent demon brothers expelled have all resulted in failure! Come with me!" He took the petrified elf by the sleeve and dragged him from the dungeon, muttering under his breath about underpaid professors and lenient headmasters.
At the end of the day, Harry and Hermione finally reach the common room seeking Ron.
"Where is he?" Harry asked Fred and George. They smiled and point at the closet. When Hermione opened the door, Ron leapt out of the closet in his Chudley Cannon boxers and into the arms of a screaming Hermione.
"They did it!" Ron said, pointing at the twins. "They threw me in the bloody closet for the entire bleeding day!" he yells. The twins giggled and attempted to silently leave the room. Fred tripped over a book, which caught the attention of Ron.
"You… YOU!" he shrieked. Fred screamed like a girl and ran from the Common Room, a boxer-clad Ron chasing after him.
There you go! I edited it, so any mistakes left in there are my bad. Great job, Green! Here's her profile link one more time:
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The next chapter is going to be by Nick Cronwell!
