Title: Fred and George or Gred and Forge?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: chpt3 up: a bit of angelina's past.... angelina is out of bed at nite and runs into someone (not exactly who u'd expect)... anyway, she has detention with... dun dun dun gasp!
Disclaimer: you know the deal (except the children's rhyme at the beginning isn't mine)
Authors Note: i know i'm not getting too many reviews sniffle, sniffle but i still feel as if I can't disappoint those who asked to keep this story going... Jennifer-thanx, really thanx, what u said really brightened my day... if i can't be one of the best authors out there at fanfiction (like Arabella or smoke), at least i know there are some people who appreciate my work....
BTW: I totally agree with you, Bunny Barton, Oliver Wood is reaaally hott in the movie (luv his accent too), but I was really disappointed 'cause Fred and George don't make too many entrances : (
all right, i'll shut up now..
Chapter 3- Busted...
ANGELINA's POV
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
I wish boys would just eat shit and die. I wish Katie would stop asking me if I'm all right. I wish Alicia would stop pretending she doesn't know what's wrong. I wish I never heard that conversation this afternoon. I wish I had an asprin. I wish I wasn't so pretty.
The stars were pretty. They shone with the kind of beauty I've always wanted. Not the kind of beauty which blinded people so much that they never see past the light, at what's really making that glamourous shine they fell in love with. They fell in love with the unknown. Like walking into Filch's office, they had no idea what they've gotten into. No, I wanted the kind of beauty which made people wonder at how bright it shines from so far away. Such a long distance, so much energy and determination. So much confidence.
Confidence is something I really needed. It was my seventh year at Hogwarts and I still had no idea what I wanted or where I wanted to go. I was pressured to try out for the Reserve Spot on one of the British teams by my step-dad, my mum wanted me to take over her shop at Hogsmeade when I graduate, and my older brother wanted me to join him at the Ministry. And to top it all off, my life had to get even more complicated by adding a certain confusing and aggravating red-headed boy. You know, it would have been less complicated if I had fallen in love with George; he at least thinks things over before jumping in on it. But I didn't. I fell in love with his impulsive, pig-headed brother. Damn you, Fred, you drive me crazy! And yet I love you. I must be completely insane.
Letting my thoughts drift away from my non-existing love life, I looked around me. The Astronomy Tower was my haven, my sanctuary, my Shangri-la. It was the place where I felt safe and content; looking up at the stars, I ignored the fact that any student out of bed at night with Filch lurking about was as safe as Neville on a broomstick was. I lay down on my back, picking apart the constellations. I used to do this all the time with my dad before I went to Hogwarts- my real dad.
***FLASHBACK***
"Look, Daddy, look! It's a shooting star!" I squealed, pointing up to bright speck blazing it's way across the sky.
"Yes, Angelina, I see it," Dad chuckled, "Why don't you make a wish?"
"Anything?"
"Shoot."
"I wish you wouldn't have to go so far up north so soon."
Dad sighed, putting an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. "Oh, Angel, I'm sorry I have to go, but the Ministry's counting on me! I'll be back soon."
"I'm going to miss you," I murmured, burrying my face into his shoulder.
"I'll miss you, too, Angel," he replied. "Do you see that star up there?" he pointed to the big bright star to our left.
"The North Star?"
"Right," he nodded. "Whenever you feel lonely, look on up at it, and you won't feel alone anymore because I'll be there with you," he smiled. "I'll come home as soon as I can."
***END FLASHBACK***
But he didn't come home. Not then, not now, not ever. He died just before my fifth birthday.
A soft howl brought me back to my senses and I sat up. Even seeing the North Star gave me no comfort now. I had to get back to my Common Room before anybody caught me.
I got up, cursing as my joints creaked noisily. Opening the hatch, I started down the stairs into the dark castle. The steps were made out of stone and my footsteps made an audible patter. Grabbing my wand out of my robes, I muttered a silencing spell. Much better.
Once or twice I had to flatten myself against the walls, hiding within the shadows to avoid the eye of that blasted fur-ball they call Mrs. Norris. Her lamp-like eyes narrowed and she gave a look that clearly said, 'What do you think I am, an idiot?' I shake my head. Now I'm reading cats' expressions! Taking a breath, I turned the corner-
"ARGHHH-mmmpph!" Rough hands clamped on my mouth and I found myself gasping for breath.
"Bloody hell, Johnson, would you shut up already?!" a deep voice hissed in my ear. I jerked away and turned to see Roger Davies scowling at me.
"Davies!" I wheezed still trying to catch my breath. "You scared the hell out of me!" It was my turn to glare at him. "And what are you doing up and out of bed?" To my surprise, he blushed heavily.
"None of your business," he muttered, crossing his arms. "What do you mean 'what am I doing out of bed', what are you doing out of bed?"
"Fine," I snapped. "I won't tell you what I was doing and you won't tell me what you were doing. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to bed," I huffed, walking past him.
"Wait!" he hissed, grabbing my arm. "Don't go yet!" I crossed my arms, and turned around, raising my eyebrows.
"What do you want?"
"I need your help," he whispered frantically.
"What for?"
He fidgeted a bit, not looking at me. "Look, I'm trying to get this book, but -er- I can't find it."
"Why don't you just ask Pince?" I asked knowing fully what the answer would be.
"Use your brain, Johnson," he smirked, "I wouldn't ask Pince if it were in the Restricted Section now, would I?"
"And give me one reason why I should help you," I grinned smugly.
"I'll tell Fred Weasley you were the one who let the pixies in his robes last month."
"You've got a deal." Prat. But, I really didn't want Fred to be even more mad at me.
So Davies and I made our way down the hall to the Library with just a few -er- squabbles.
"Your shoes are sqeaking too loud, use a silencing charm!"
"Well you're breathing too loud!"
"At least my breath doesn't stink!"
"You take that back, you little-"
"Shhhh!!" I hissed, jabbing him in the ribs. "Bloody Barron." I watched as the gaunt ghost eerily passed us. "Come on, then," I nodded to the doors to the library right across from us. Taking one look down the corridor, I sprinted to the doors with Davies at my heels. I jumped as the hinges on the antique door creaked bluntly and we shuffled inside.
"Right," Davies muttered, opening the doors to the Restricted Section of the Library with an Alohomora Charm. "Should be here somewhere..."
"What exactly are you loooking for, Davies?" I mumbled, following him inside the little nook full of musty books piled on the bookshelves brimming with cobwebs.
"Er- can't tell you that, Johnson," he replied gruffly.
"Then how do you expect me to help you?" I said rolling my eyes in annoyance. What a twit!
"Well," he frowned, "I think it's in Latin or something and you're caught up in your Latin aren't you?" I shrugged. "The title's 'Completely Complexing Charms and Brews.' I think the book's bewitched, too." I started looking through one bookcase as he searched another. It was another fifteen minutes or so until I found it.
"Here it is!" I whispered, grabbing a rather heavy, brown, leather-bound book from the shelf. Davies took it from me excitedly, leafing through the pages. I peered down to see what he was looking for. But it was gone. The book I mean.
"Where'd it go?" Davies looked down at his empty hands. "I had it just a second ago!"
"There," I pointed to the table just outside the Restricted Section where the book was -er- walking? Slumping was more like it. "Shut it, it's going to get Filch in here!" I whispered, following Davies out of the restriction section. Davies pointed his wand at the book and muttered a spell under his breath.
"The book's got a vanising charm on it," he muttered, "I just stunned it for a while." He grabbed the book and tucked it carefully into his robes. "Pleasure doing business with you, Johnson," he grinned toothily at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going to bed," I made my way to the door but stopped dead. Loud footsteps were approaching the library. Damn.
"Quick, hide!" Davies snapped, getting behind a bookshelf. I dived past the one beside it just in time.
"Hush, my sweet, they're in here, I know it!" Filch's voice, though at a whisper, rang through the library. I could hear Mrs. Norris's purr vibrating through the air. I caught Davies eye and he motioned me to follow him. Checking to see where Filch had gone to, I crawled after him. We were close to the door, but Filch was looking our way. Taking out my wand, I muttered a spell causing the several books to tip over next to them. One of them landed conveniently on Mrs. Norris' tail. Davies raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "Nice," before he dashed out the door with me at his heels. I could still hear the stupid fur-ball screaching and spitting. I choked back a laugh as we made our way down the corridor into-
My face paled and my mouth went dry. Davies beside me went rigid and swallowed hard. Just our luck. "Johnson, Davies, follow me," McGonnagal said in a very stern voice. She wrapped her bathrobe closer around her with a sniff and glared at us before turning on her heel. Glumly, we followed her into her office. No use trying to think of an excuse, we were done for. But it looked like we weren't the only ones who went on a little midnight exploration. Montague and one of his Slytherin friends were standing in front of her desk scowling, Stephan Summers from Hufflepuff was looking very apprehensive shifting his weight around, and-
I swallowed hard, almost sputtering. Fred. Fred Weasley. Out of all the people, it had to be one that I vowed to avoid for the rest of the week. He glanced up at me, started, then looked passed me at Davies. He blinked several times then averted his gaze to the floor, crossing his arms and frowning.
I jumped as McGonnagal shut her door with a noise barely below a slam. "I can't believe all of you," she whispered in a deadly tone that made even Montague wince. "Six students out of bed! SIX!!" her eyes were buldging. "And Seventh Years at that! You should know better to set a good example for the young ones!" She stared each of us down. I, for one, avoided her gaze. "Fifty points each will be taken away." One hundred points. That put Gryffindor in third place, a few points below Hufflepuff. McGonnagal must have noticed the triumphant expression on Davies face when he learned Ravenclaw was first because she added, "AND you will serve your detentions tomorrow and the day after." Two detentions? With Fred Weasley? I muffled a groan.
"Go back to your dormitories and if I ever catch any of you out after dark again, you will be serving detention until you graduate," McGonnagal said crisply before letting us out of her office. We walked down the hall in silence. Only the sound of our footsteps echoed down the hall and the barely distinguishable whispers of our robes russling as we walked. We parted ways when we got to the Entrance Hall. Montague and his friend went down the stairs to the dungeons and Summers swept passed us through another door. Fred, Davies and I climbed up the stairs and through another hallway.
"Um, Johnson, thanks," Davies muttered abruptly before he left us and walked through an opposite corridor. Fred and I continued on to the Common Room without speaking. I stole several glances at him, each time seeing him stare moodily ahead, hands in his pockets. The silence was killing me so much that I was tempted to start talking to him. But it seemed as if I was incapable of speech at that moment; it was like my voice box had turned into mush.
"And what are you two doing out of bed at night?" the Fat Lady smiled slyly at us as we approached her.
"Intrepid," I said curtly, though feeling my cheeks flush nevertheless. She gave me a wink as I entered the Common Room followed shortly by Fred. Someone needs to set her straight. Fred and I have never been -and never will be- any more than friends. He went straight up to his dormitory without saying goodnight. Tears pricked into my eyes as I watched him, never looking back. So that's it, huh? We can't even be friends? Is this all it's ever going to be? We can't even acknowledge our prescence around each other! It would be better if he had yelled at me or something; at least he wouldn't be pretending that I don't exist. I turned on my heel and headed up the stairs to my dormitory, dreading tomorrow.
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"Tired?" Alicia smiled softly, as if afraid I was going to start yelling at her, too. I was spreading butter on my toast with the wrong end of the knife. I just shrugged and yawned widely. We had our detention last night in our most favorite (cough) class: Potions. When Snape heard what we had done, he was ever so happy to suggest a detention or two to McGonnagal. I hate him. And we have another detention tonight! Grrrr...
At quarter to eight, I waved 'good-bye' to Katie and headed down to McGonnagal's office. Someone fell into step beside me. I turned my head a to my surprise found Fred walking with me.
"What do you reckon we're doing tonight?" he asked in a would-be casual voice.
I was tempted to say, 'What, are you talking to me now?' but bit my lip and replied, "Dunno," with a shrug.
When we got down to McGonnagal's office, he held the door open for me. I muttered a 'thanks' and passed him. My hand barely brushed against his and a sort of quiver ran down my my arm. I heard him inhale quickly and swallow hard. I moved away from him quickly; his whole aura made me dizzy and faint. What the hell is he doing to me?
"Good, you're all here," McGonnagal looked up from her desk. "You can follow Mr. Filch outside. Any misbehavior and you will serve an extra detention." I groaned inwardly, seeing the smirk on Filch's face. Knowing Filch, he'd probably say we disobeyed him anyway just to get us into trouble. We trudged out of the office and onto the grounds following him to the Greenhouses.
"Arghh, not Herbology," Davies moaned. I bit back a smile. I heard he was so bad at Herbology that Sprout suggested he joined the sixth years in class.
"Serves you right!" Filch spat, "You and Johnson were the ones in the Restricted Section, weren't you?" Davies closed his mouth. I looked away. "You were lucky that time, but when I do catch you -and I WILL, mind you- I'll make sure your house will receive last place this year." When he turned around again, Davies made a face, immitating Filch very accurately. I choked back a laugh. Luckily, we were already at the greenhouses so Filch didn't have time to yell at me. Sprout was standing in her bathrobe, leafing through several parchments in her hand. Hagrid and Fang were beside her.
"Ahh, there you are," Sprout said spotting us. "For your detention, I'll need you to get theses plants for several of my classes. Hagrid will go on with you, just in case you get lost."
"We're going in the Forbidden Forrest?" Summers asked in disbelief. Sprout vaguely nodded as she handed us each a piece of parchment. Obscurely, I glanced through it, not worrying about the plants, I'd find that easily enough.
"Righ' why don' ye all follow me," Hagrid said as Filch and Sprout made their way up to the castle. It was a quite a dark night; several dusky clouds overshadowed the bright stars twinkling down at us. The cresent moon was obsecured by thick grey clouds.
"We're goin' to have to split up now," Hagrid said as we approached the forrest, dark and dreary with a hint of a mystical aura. The tall trees cast large shadows on the ground and the wind whistled faintly through the overgrown branches. "I'll go with you two," he growled at Montague and the other Slytherin. I had a feeling he wanted to keep an eye on them to make sure they wouldn't run away or something.
"I'm with Fang, then," Summers tried to keep his voice from not sounding too fearful.
"Davies, I s'pose ye could go with 'im," Hagrid nodded. My eyes flew wide open and I pursed my lips. That meant I had to go with- I gave a soft groan.
"Don' worry, Angelina," Hagrid smiled, "I'm sure Mr. Weasley 'ere would protect ye if ye were in trouble. You've got yer wands so you'd be all righ' even without me or Fang." I felt my cheeks flush as I stuttered, trying to tell Hagrid that wasn't what I was worried about. Fred didn't say anything, just stuffed his hands in his pockets. Curse my big mouth!
"Righ', you we'll go this way, you two go that way, and you," he pointed at me and Fred, "start there." He gestured a small path that curved out of sight after the first several yards. "Send up red sparks when yer in trouble and green sparks means we're meeting back to go back to the castle, all righ'?" Everyone nodded. "See ye all later." He left with the Slytherins behind him.
Fred and I just looked at each other for a few moments. It seemed as if the whole world had tensed up, the wind stopped howling and the crickets stopped chirping their monotonous tune. A cloud shifted and the light of the moon illuminated our path into the forrest.
"We- we'd better get going," I muttered, averting my gaze, inching my way to the path. He nodded and joined me, entering the forest. I shivered hearing the soft howls of whatever was out there. The leaves rustled under my feet and the forest seemed to grow, the dark and disfigured shadows expanding making me feel incredibly lost. I glanced behind me. We were about a hundred yards from the opening and I was already getting cold feet. I'm screwed.
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Angelina's POV is a real hard one to word, so please work w/ me here, 'cause to tell you the truth, i don't have any first hand experience with the feelings she's going thru... meaning i don't think i'd feel that bad if i was pretty or not...
Sorry, I know i didn't have much Fred/Angelina here, but chapter 4 will have a lot, trust me...
Anyway, R+R por favor... FLAMERS go to a place i won't say 'cause i'm too nice ; )
