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Chapter 25: From the Point of View of the Infamous Weasley Twins

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Fred raised an eyebrow as he examined the Marauder's Map with George. Both Hermione and Ron were in the Girls' Bathroom. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom no less!

"Should I be worried?" he asked, glancing up at his twin.

"A little bit, yeah," George said. "But the only thing is they must have the book with them . . . It wasn't in Hermione's dorm, or Ron's."

"Great. What do you propose, Georgie? Wait for another time, or try to nick it now?"

"Well, how would we nick it now? They're obviously pouring over it — Incoming! Evanna Potter about to turn the corner!"

Fred shoved the map away with a hasty, "Mischief Managed" just as Evanna came around the corner, her arm fully healed. Her face lit up when she saw the twins, and she pulled them into a tight hug, oblivious to the relieved looks that the boys shared.

"Vanna! Your arm's all healed up! Fantastic!" Fred said, after the young girl released them.

"Yeah, and you'll never guess what happened last night!" Evanna said. "I had a visitor: Dobby the House-Elf. Turns out that I was right. It was him. He tampered with that Bludger and stopped the barrier from letting me and Ron through.

"And," Evanna continued, lowering her voice and ignoring George's embarrassed look, "after Dobby left, I saw that Colin Creevey had been petrified!"

"Oh no, really?" Fred asked, with horror in his voice. If these attacks continued, who knew what would happen? And so many of their friends were Muggle-borns . . .

"Yeah, say, have you two seen Ron and Hermione?" Evanna asked. "I was expecting a party . . ."

The twins gave nervous laughs. They did know where Ron and Hermione were, but if they told Evanna, she'd ask how they knew.

"Er, last we saw . . ." Fred began, with no idea what he was going to say.

"They were in the corridor where Mrs. Norris was attacked!" George jumped in, always the quick thinker of the two. Fred shot his twin a grateful look. "In fact, it almost looked as if they were heading for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but they couldn't have been because Ron isn't a girl."

"Right," Evanna muttered, realizing that this was exactly where they were. They must've started the Polyjuice Potion already. She waved goodbye to the twins and scurried off to find her friends.

"Close one," Fred said, whipping out the Marauder's Map again, muttering, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

"You can say that again," George agreed, looking over his twin's shoulder. "Look, she's heading towards the bathroom now too. What do you think they're doing in there?"

"Maybe making that potion — what was it called? — Polyjuice Potion," Fred suggested. "I mean, they were being all secretive about it, so it's obviously not for Potions Class."

"So what should we do?" George asked. "We can't just go in there and look over their shoulders!"

Fred's eyes suddenly lit up. "Maybe we can!"

"I can't believe we're doing this," George muttered.

"Don't be such a pansy!" Fred retorted. "This way we can actually figure out what those prats are up to!"

George chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering how angry Evanna would be if she found them. Fred had nicked Evanna's invisibility cloak from her dorm, and now the two fourth-years were underneath it, with the Marauder's Map, going towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They were right behind Evanna now, following her through the bathroom door. George just hoped that they wouldn't get caught.

Fred pulled George off to one side as Evanna was tackled in hugs from Ron and Hermione. The trio began to talk, mostly about Evanna's arm and how Colin had been petrified, so the twins edged over to a small cauldron that was bubbling on the floor, which Hermione and Ron had just been circled around. Fred wrinkled his nose; it looked disgusting. George nudged him, pointing to an open book by the cauldron. Fred felt sick.

The page was decorated with people looking like they were experiencing excruciating pain as they transformed into another person entirely. Fred felt most disturbed at a picture of a half full-grown man, half young girl. So that was what Polyjuice Potion was. But why were these three second-years trying to transform into someone else?

George nudged his brother, pointing back towards the trio, whose conversation topic had changed to the Chamber of Secrets.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione was asking, looking horrified.

"This settles it," said Ron in a triumphant voice. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told dear old Draco how to do it. It's obvious. Wish Dobby had told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how come nobody's noticed it sneaking around the school."

Fred and George exchanged glances. They thought that the Heir of Slytherin was Malfoy? Sure, he was a complete tosser, but was he really the one who had been petrifying Muggle-borns and cats?

"Maybe it can make itself invisible," Hermione suggested, returning to the cauldron. "Or maybe it can disguise itself — pretend to be a suit of armor or something — I've read about Chameleon Ghouls — "

"You read too much, Hermione," Ron interjected, pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches that Hermione had just added to the potion.

Fred and George backed away slowly towards the door, trying to get out while the trio were distracted. Unfortunately, Fred backed into something and let out a swear word. The trio looked around wildly, trying to find the intruder.

Evanna suddenly narrowed her eyes and stood up walking towards Fred and George. The twins cringed as she reached up and swept the invisibility cloak off of them in one flourishing movement. Both twins swore this time.

"Fred! George! What do you think you're you doing?" Evanna asked angrily, hands on her hips.

"What could you possibly mean, Evanna?" Fred asked with an air of innocence.

"You know perfectly well what she means, Frederick!" Hermione snapped, also standing up and glaring up at him. She waved her arms around with annoyance. "You're just so idiotic!"

"Oh, you think so, do you, Granger?" Fred growled, taking a threatening step towards Hermione.

George stepped between them, saying, "Oi, before we have World War Three on our hands . . ."

"So why're you two here?" Ron asked, with interest in his voice.

"Well, we noticed you two in this corridor," George began, remembering what he had told Evanna, "and we told Evanna that. We could tell that she knew what you two were up to, so we nicked her cloak and followed her in here."

"Now answer me a question, why're you three making Polyjuice Potion?" Fred asked, still glowering at Hermione.

"We're trying to figure out who the Heir of Slytherin is," Hermione responded, with an equally angry glare. "We think it might be Draco Malfoy, so we're Polyjuicing as three Slytherins so that we can get some information out of him."

Fred let out a snort. "Do you honestly think that Malfoy is smart enough to let a monster loose in the school? He missed the Snitch when it was by his fricking head!" Fred waved his arms to emphasise his point, still glaring around his twin at Hermione.

"Well, we won't know until we talk to him, will we?" Hermione huffed, turning away from the Weasley twin, her face red with anger.

"Children, please," George said, pulling Fred a bit farther away from the young bookworm.

"Listen, this is our idea," Evanna said. "You two can't get involved, okay?"

The twins hungs their heads in mock guilt. "Okay."

Evanna rolled her eyes. "Now get out of here, and put my cloak back, would you?"

George jumped out from behind a statue, yelling his head off. Ginny screamed and frankly, George didn't blame her. He and Fred had been taking turns jumping out at her, covered in either fur or boils (he was covered in fur right now). Of course, they were doing this in efforts to cheer her up (George would use air quotes around 'cheer her up'), because she had been very upset about Colin's petrification.

"Ouch!" George backed away from his younger sister, who had just hit him.

"If I knew any good hexes, I would hex you!" Ginny cried. "And Fred too! Stop jumping out at me!"

Suddenly, Fred jumped out from behind another statue, covering in boils, yelling, "Ogaboogabooga!"

Ginny let out yet another cry of fright, attracting the attention of, not only Evanna Potter and her crew, but Percy the Prefect too.

"What do you think you two are doing?!" Percy asked, with fury in his voice.

"Cheering Ginny up," George said innocently. Evanna rolled her eyes.

"You two idiots!" Hermione cried angrily. "Can't you see you're scaring her?!"

"We were not scaring her — " Fred retorted.

"I'm not scared!" Ginny protested.

"See?"

"Come off it," Ron said. "You were scared out of your wits!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"You two had better stop scaring Ginny ("I was not scared!") Or else!" Percy shouted over all of the other shouts.

Evanna looked around at everyone. Fred was in a heated argument with Hermione (those two were actually kind of cute), likewise Ron was arguing with Ginny, and Percy was shouting at George (and Fred, who wasn't listening). Evanna rolled her eyes and shouted, "SHUT IT!"

The corridor was suddenly quiet, with everyone staring at her. "Thank you," Evanna said. "Now one at a time, please."

"Listen," Percy said, grabbing the opportunity, "you two have to stop doing that, or I'll write to Mum and say that you've been giving Ginny nightmares!"

"But they haven't been — "

"Quiet, Ginny!"

"Fine," the twins muttered and, with a simple wave of their wands, they were boil and fur free.

"Now all of you go off the class," Percy ordered, and everyone obeyed, too tired of arguing to complain.

Ever since the twins had been caught snooping by Evanna, she, Ron, and Hermione had been sure to keep their distance. They never discussed their Polyjuice plans in public, not even quietly, and they always looked over their shoulders to be sure that the two fourth-years weren't nearby. Fred said good riddance to it.

"I'm just glad that Granger and Ron are out of our way," Fred had reassured his brother, when George had mentioned that he missed talking to Evanna. "I mean, they're really annoying. Granger especially."

"You two fight like an old married couple, you know that?" George asked, earning a glare from Fred.

"Do not," Fred muttered. "We're not even friends!"

"But you fight like you are," George said, ignoring Fred's second glare.

And thus, the twins stopped following the trio around. But they still wanted to help, so they kept their ears and eyes open wide. A couple of weeks into December, they found just the opportunity they had been waiting for.

"Forge!"

"Yeah?"

Fred ran up to his twin, with a look of glee on his face. "I discovered something about the trio's plan!"

"Oh, do tell!" George said, grinning excitedly.

"They're going to be using their Polyjuice during Christmas holidays, so the three of them are staying over the break," Fred said.

George's smile widened. "I think we might need to stay over the break too, Gred."

"Yeah, I have a bit of work to catch up on," Fred said, with a grin that matched George's perfectly. "We better go tell McGonagall."

"Yes, let's," George agreed, but before they could go tell their Transfiguration teacher, Evanna came up to them, surprising them both.

"Hey!" she said cheerily, smiling up at them. The twins just eyed her suspiciously; why was she suddenly talking to them as if she hadn't been avoiding them for weeks? Evanna just rolled her eyes at their matching suspicious expressions. "Okaaaaay, anyways, I need to ask if I could borrow some fireworks, Fred."

"Why?" Fred asked, failing to keep the suspicion out of his voice.

"Uh, do I need a reason?" Evanna asked, hands on her hips in annoyance. "If you don't want to give me some, fine, just say so — "

"It's fine, I'll get you some," Fred sighed, giving in to the young girl, and ran up the stairs to the fourth-year boys' dormitories.

"What are you three up to, Potter?" George asked, looking down at the redhead.

"Only innocent things, I'm sure, Weasley," Evanna replied, a completely calm expression on her face (though George saw her lips curve upwards for a few moments there).

Fred returned and handed a couple of fireworks to Evanna. "Thank you, Fred," Evanna said. "Bye, boys!"

As they watched her skip innocently away, Fred said, "That girl is going to be the death of us."

George couldn't help but agree.

A/N: So, a chapter fully from the POV of the Weasley Twins! How did you like it? And please check out some of my fanart!

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