The first incident was not purposeful. Fred was still drawing up plans, consulting the Restricted Section in secret, and asking teachers for their worst curses (surprisingly enough, only Professor Sprout seemed happy to help Fred with this particular request, with the rest threatening detention). George was helpful enough, but he'd always been the more amicable one of the two. Fred was willing and able to strategize pain. George could only spontaneously inflict it.
He was walking Angelina to Transfiguration on a rather gloomy day when Sinclair's drawling voice caught his attention.
"Snape's having me do lines," he snickered, "Oh, but it was well worth it. I'm thinking of having another little visit-"
Angelina couldn't believe her eyes. George stopped dead in the hall, shoved a second year almost to the floor, and broke Sinclair's nose with one hit. He melted back behind a group of exceptionally tall Hufflepuffs and took Angelina's hand in his. It was shaking something terrible.
"George-"
"No."
"Baby, what-"
"Later," George kissed her cheek. "I'm skiving this one off. See you for dinner?"
"If you tell me what in the hell that was," Angelina looked over her shoulder at the group of Slytherins shouting and screaming about blood.
A girl with long dark hair raised a hand as she passed George, and he slapped it.
"Way to go," she dead panned, "I've got next."
"Now," the rage in Angelina's eyes was unmistakeable. Something about another girl knowing before her probably caused that. George told her quickly, skipping the bit where Fred tried to murder a wall. And the bit about Williams. Angelina didn't trust him (if only because she didn't trust any Ravenclaws at the moment; the Quidditch Cup was at stake after all).
The second incident was highly purposeful. Tess sat with her feet in Anita's lap in the Slytherin, reading a Muggle book. Anita was a half-blood, and had managed to sneak Tess several. While the cover boasted Gilderoy Lockhart's name, Tess was currently immersed in the land of Narnia. Anita was going over charms notes and suggesting people that Tess could ask out.
"Alicia Spinnet?"
"Straight," Tess said without looking up.
"Susan Bones?"
"Bi, but she doesn't realize it yet."
"How do you even know?!" Anita asked, exasperated.
"Trust me, I know," Tess looked up to wink at her as Sinclair entered the Common Room. She clenched down hard on her book, nearly tearing out the page as she turned it. Anita spilled a little ink on the couch. Tess watched Sinclair carefully, then focused on her book. She took several deep breaths, humming the incantation she'd used under her breath. Luckily Anita had managed to sneak into the boys' dormitory, truly taking one for the team as she'd had to make out with one of them as a distraction. Then Tess had cast her curse and snuck away, none of the boys the wiser.
Sinclair went in his dormitory and Tess waited, her mouth a thin line.
"Come on, come on," Anita said anxiously. "I let him stick his tongue in my mouth, the universe owes-"
There was a high pitched shriek. Tess looked up innocently from her book as her fellow Slytherins quieted. Another scream cut through the air. The older students reassured the younger ones and drew their wands. Tess pulled her feet out of Anita's lap.
Three of Sinclair's friends stumbled backward out of their dormitory. Tess fought her smile down by biting hard on her tongue.
Sinclair emerged. Something had gone horribly, terribly right. Sinclair's eyes glowed like green fire, his eyebrow hair nearly covering them. Facial hair draped down past his waist. His hair could give Hagrid's a run for its money. It exploded out of every piece of visible skin on Sinclair's body; sprouting from his collar, his sleeves, his socks, his belt. A few girls' giggles spread across the Common Room.
"It's a hairy man!" A third year said, his laughter echoing over the stone. Sinclair's back was hunched over. "Don't let him bite you, or you'll be one too!"
The younger kids who had watched Sinclair wearily started laughing too.
"That's brilliant magic," said Draco Malfoy. "Who did it?"
Tess was the only not shaking her head. She had fallen into Anita, her body shaking with silent laughter. Tears streamed from her eyes. She couldn't breathe, and her cheeks and stomach ached.
"I swear, I'll kill you," Sinclair's voice came out oddly high pitched, and caused a new wave of laughter. Tess barely registered this threat. She couldn't wait to tell Hermione about this. Sinclair hobbled out of the Common Room, chased by laughter and his terrified friends.
Now, Fred had already been planning a massive hair growth for Sinclair; he was forced to edit his plans, which took a considerable amount of time. Luckily, Williams had a plan of his own, and after getting the all clear from Fred, he enacted it.
Unfortunately, Sinclair's attack of Hermione had given him what is now referred to as 'street cred,' meaning that he boasted often of it, and his friends asked for every gruesome detail. Except for the part where the girl was rescued. He rarely said that it was Hermione he'd attacked, because as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, he had been beaten in duels by several members of Dumbledore's Army, and he was only half brainless, so he knew that they would rise to defend her and kick his ass. He was getting slightly worried about his health. He'd had his nose broken by someone who could move faster than the eyes could track. He believed that Tessadora Arthur had pranked him because he might have said a rude thing or two about her sexuality, but he couldn't be sure. He did not remember who had Stunned and hexed him the day he'd tried to make Hermione see 'sense.'
He was regaling his friends of the tale over dinner, as one does, when Williams noticed him.
"What'd he do?" Albert asked, noting Williams' glare as he picked at some Shepard's Pie.
"Help me kill him?" Williams snarled. Albert laughed, then looked at Williams face and froze.
"Merlin, you- you're serious," Albert pulled at his curly hair. "Uh, what exactly did he do?"
"He's leaving," Williams did not look away from him. Sinclair cast a look over his shoulder, scanning the Gryffindor table, but missing William's stare completely.
"Jacob," Albert hissed as Williams stood and started to make his way toward the Entrance Hall. Albert took another bite of his potatoes and ran after him, "Jacob!"
"Here's the plan," Williams said under his breath. He explained quickly, and Albert listened intently. He wasn't exactly sure what the Slytherin had done, but it must have been pretty awful. Albert muttered his lines to himself, and Williams steered him to keep Sinclair in sight.
They followed him to the dungeons. Williams muttered a spell and the halls went completely dark. Williams couldn't see when he waved his hand in front of his face.
"Who's there?!" Sinclair demanded.
"There will be a reckoning," Albert said, his voice seeming to come from halfway down the hall.
"Action and reaction," Williams said.
"You will know pain and fear."
"Terror and death."
"You will wish to the gods that you had never been born," Albert had to admit, this part was kind of fun. Every time they spoke, their words seemed to come from a different place.
"Vengeance and despair."
"You have signed your death warrant."
"The moment you touched her you created your own grave," Williams finished. He flicked his wand, and the light returned with a blinding white flash. He dragged Albert away by his robes and went back up to dinner. As he passed George, he grinned, "Tell your brother I played my part."
"It feels good, right?" George asked.
"I think he pissed himself," Williams laughed. He later explained the situation to Albert.
And then Fred's plan swung into action. Utilizing the skills of Tessadora Narcissa Arthur, Anita Josephine Finch, Jacob Andrew Williams, Albert Edmund Philips, Angelina -she wouldn't ruddy tell him her damned middle name- Johnson, George Fabian Weasley and one Frederick Gideon Weasley, he made Sinclair's life a certifiable hell. He tripped every fifth step he took. Pink glitter doused him hourly, sticking to his hair no matter what he did. He started to speak in verse. He grew a tail, and as such could not sit down without pain. He saw things in the corners of his vision that disappeared when looked at directly. He got paper cuts whenever he touched parchment. He could hear other's whispering about him, saying 'poor boy,' 'what a dreadful thing,' 'hopeless,' 'useless,' 'weak,' 'foolish' and innumerable other things. Sores broke out on his arms, but his blood was a dirty brown color.
The worst thing yet; no one could see it but him and the one who's inflicted it upon him. And so the world watched him stumble down the corridors, watched him brush at his hair and his clothes when nothing was there, watched him struggle to find rhymes for no reason, watched him squirm in his seat, watched him whip his head around with wild eyes searching for things that were not there, watched him shout at silence and teachers to be silent and quit talking about him, watched him scream and scream at his whole fingers and his intact arms that he was not a Mudblood, he was not a Mudblood, HE WAS NOT A MUDBLOOD!
Only Albert seemed concerned that they would drive him insane before everything happened, and even then he wasn't so worried about it. Fred wondered if they should draw it out more, but Tess and Angelina wanted immediate repercussions. Anita said they had waited long enough. Any man who touched a woman like that deserved this. So Sinclair lost his mind in the span of four hours.
Fred watched with a pale face.
"I'M NOT A MUDBLOOD!" Sinclair screamed at his arms, which only Fred could see were in fact bleeding mud. "CAN YOU NOT SEE THIS FLOOD?! THERE IS NAUGHT BUT MUD!"
"Mr. Sinclair!" Umbridge said shrilly. Flitwick had called for her assistance after being told repeatedly to shut up.
"Professor, I swear, I'm not one of them!" Sinclair said, wiping at his arms frantically. George met Fred's eyes, terrified. What had they done? "They are nothing more than phlegm!"
"Let them see," George hissed.
"Uh, right," Fred said, grabbing his wand. He closed his eyes. He'd read the curse. But what was the counter curse?
"TRUST ME, I'M NOT ONE OF THEM!" Fred mumbled it under his breath. There was a collective scream from the class.
"Merlin!" Fred gasped. He'd only seen part of it. It was his idea, of course, to do the Blood of Mud curse. A pureblood's curse repurposed for a just cause, or so he'd thought. Fred was originally going to do the paper cuts, but Tess had added the boils on his arms. A monkey's tail shimmered with pink sparkles.
"Holy shit!" George said loudly. Sinclair's pale skin was covered in what looked like mud. The class really was whispering about him now.
"SHUT UP!" Sinclair roared. Angelina had had the idea for the voices. Suddenly Fred felt that his plan hadn't really been his at all.
"Oh my gods," Angelina said weakly. George ran to her side as she turned away from him.
"W-What-" Umbridge's glare turned to Fred, but his shock seemed genuine enough. Umbridge escorted Sinclair to the Hospital Wing.
"What've we done?" Angelina whispered to George over and over again. Flitwick let class out early, and the stunned seventh years roamed the halls aimlessly. Flitwick went to the staff room, leaving the twins and Angelina behind.
"He-He deserves it," said Fred. George looked up at him. Angelina had dissolved into guilty sobs in his arms. "R-Right?"
"Of course," George said weakly. "He'll recover, slowly."
The same way that Hermione had been left to recover slowly. Fred expected an overwhelming sense of justice. It was not there.
Williams came through the doorway, and the slamming of the door caused the three to jump. He took it all in with a fading grin, "It worked?"
"Too well," Fred said quietly. "I think we drove him insane."
This news did a number on Williams. He stared at Fred in complete shock, "You're joking."
"I just heard," Tess crashed into Williams. "Is he really... You know?"
Tess whistled.
"Yeah," Fred said, trying to ignore Angelina and George.
"You didn't know," he said to her, "You couldn't have."
"They're sending him to St. Mungo's," Tess said quietly.
Sinclair did not return to Hogwarts again, as he was injured just before the Battle of Hogwarts by a witch avoiding being Snatched by him. But more on that later.

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So I wrote the last few chapters on my phone and had to e-mail them to myself. For the subjects, I have Ach Dead (Hermione being attacked), Daw (The Otter Charm), Fuc (last chapter), and MWUHAHAHAHA (this chapter). I wrote this chapter earlier today, and wasn't sure when to put it. This isn't chronologically correct, and the Quidditch match should be next chapter. Then... bye-bye Fred and George ;'(

The reason I didn't fucking update sooner is that my computer is so goddamn retarded, it took 45 fucking minutes and 5 fucking tries to upload this to the fucking doc manager. Don't get me started on trying to log into the sight and fucking CAPTCHA!

EJDimera'sGirl: Aww, thank you so much! Fremione is my favorite couple too

Guest (Kate): First off, thank you for some clue so I know that it's the same person reviewing. Don't ever, ever, give up on writing. Only by writing bad stuff can we learn to write good stuff. I write Fan Fiction because it gives me clear cut rules for the world, the overall plot and characters, and I write for myself to prove that I can. You have to prove to yourself that you can write before you can prove it to other people. I filled nearly 16 spiral bound notebooks over the course of a year and a half before I had the nerve to post a story to this site. You have to believe.

Electrocorrosive: See the brilliant thing about the rose thing is that it works whether Fred lives or dies. Here's a big secret; my name has Rose in there somewhere, so I like the idea of keeping that name at least. But Hugo has always seemed like a rather Ron-ish name to me.

Yeeeey: Thanks much!

Infernalbooks: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you should see what I have planned for their stay in Shell Cottage. That was awkward to write.

marvin1984: I am. Thank you!

StarGirlPotter: I WATCHED THE LIVESTREAM BEFORE THE FINALE AND MILES AND KERRY TALKED ABOUT 'THE PENNY INCIDENT' LIKE IT WAS BAD! THE SECOND THE ARROW WENT FUCKING THROUGH THE GODDAMN SHIELD I WAS CRYING. It was a cool shot though.

I'm a Nerd and Proud: HAPPY BIRFDAY (belated)! 3 - U :D (me sending love directly to you)

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