*Notes*
Ok, here's the deal with the short chapters: they looked a lot longer on paper! Each one is basically a page front and back. I'm hoping to have at the least a new chapter each week. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This being my first story, I especially appreciated hearing what you thought of it. Critiques welcome! =)
*End Notes*
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Looking thoughtful for a moment, George said "Hey Fred! Here, take this and find something to do with it. I'll go keep Harry occupied."
As his brother tore off down the hall after Harry, Fred looked down to the small pouch in his hand and smiled. Hurriedly, he headed toward Gryffindor Tower, taking a different route than Harry and George had taken, trying to decide what would be the best place in Harry's belongings for the bag of Dragonmaster Itching Powder.
Meanwhile, George had caught up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Harry! Slow down and wait for me!"
The three friends looked at him expectantly. "What's the matter?" asked Harry.
"Um... you see, I, uh, was wondering what Dumbledore did to the island."
"Enchanted it somehow, I suppose." said Ron. "Come on, let's get packed so we can find out!"
"Wait!" said George once more. "What are we supposed to bring?"
Hermione looked at him strangely. "Where were you this morning? Professor Dumbledore told us to bring whatever we wanted. It's only for a night, anyway."
Unable to think of anything further to say, George watched as Harry and his friends headed for the tower, hoping that he had given Fred enough time to have finished anointing Harry's things.
Back in Gryffindor Tower, Fred was still trying to figure out which bed was Harry's. Although he knew which room Harry slept in, he had only been in there a few times before. Taking a guess, he walked over to one of the four huge chests in the room.
Just then, a footstep sounded on the creaky stairway outside the room. Fred froze. Quickly, he dived underneath the nearest bed, pulling in his long legs behind him.
The door opened. Harry and Ron entered the room, chattering animatedly.
"What about rubber snakes?" asked Harry.
"Rubber snakes?" asked Ron.
"Muggle toy," replied Harry.
"Too obvious," said Ron. "We need something they won't suspect. Like vomit-flavored food drops or something."
Under the bed, Fred shook his head, knowing his friends would never be able to think up a prank as good as his. Bored, he looked around. There, sticking out from a pile of presumably dirty robes was a rather beat-up looking notebook. Curiosity getting the better of him, Fred reached out and snagged it, tuning out the two voices about him. Fred opened the book at the page marked by a small satin tassel and started reading.
"Oh, shit." he mouthed silently to himself.
Ok, here's the deal with the short chapters: they looked a lot longer on paper! Each one is basically a page front and back. I'm hoping to have at the least a new chapter each week. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This being my first story, I especially appreciated hearing what you thought of it. Critiques welcome! =)
*End Notes*
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Looking thoughtful for a moment, George said "Hey Fred! Here, take this and find something to do with it. I'll go keep Harry occupied."
As his brother tore off down the hall after Harry, Fred looked down to the small pouch in his hand and smiled. Hurriedly, he headed toward Gryffindor Tower, taking a different route than Harry and George had taken, trying to decide what would be the best place in Harry's belongings for the bag of Dragonmaster Itching Powder.
Meanwhile, George had caught up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Harry! Slow down and wait for me!"
The three friends looked at him expectantly. "What's the matter?" asked Harry.
"Um... you see, I, uh, was wondering what Dumbledore did to the island."
"Enchanted it somehow, I suppose." said Ron. "Come on, let's get packed so we can find out!"
"Wait!" said George once more. "What are we supposed to bring?"
Hermione looked at him strangely. "Where were you this morning? Professor Dumbledore told us to bring whatever we wanted. It's only for a night, anyway."
Unable to think of anything further to say, George watched as Harry and his friends headed for the tower, hoping that he had given Fred enough time to have finished anointing Harry's things.
Back in Gryffindor Tower, Fred was still trying to figure out which bed was Harry's. Although he knew which room Harry slept in, he had only been in there a few times before. Taking a guess, he walked over to one of the four huge chests in the room.
Just then, a footstep sounded on the creaky stairway outside the room. Fred froze. Quickly, he dived underneath the nearest bed, pulling in his long legs behind him.
The door opened. Harry and Ron entered the room, chattering animatedly.
"What about rubber snakes?" asked Harry.
"Rubber snakes?" asked Ron.
"Muggle toy," replied Harry.
"Too obvious," said Ron. "We need something they won't suspect. Like vomit-flavored food drops or something."
Under the bed, Fred shook his head, knowing his friends would never be able to think up a prank as good as his. Bored, he looked around. There, sticking out from a pile of presumably dirty robes was a rather beat-up looking notebook. Curiosity getting the better of him, Fred reached out and snagged it, tuning out the two voices about him. Fred opened the book at the page marked by a small satin tassel and started reading.
"Oh, shit." he mouthed silently to himself.