1.1 A Thestral's Tune
Disclaimer—Much to my displeasure, I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters. They all belong to JK Rowling and her 'people'.
A/N- The story may not be completely correct, but I tried my hardest to keep Fred and George in character. Tell me what you think. And for Pete's sake, if anyone knows what floor the HofM room is on tell me! R/R!!!!
2 Prologue:
3 Cloaked Girl in Hogsmeade
"And then she gave us detention—"
"But not before the 'if-you-two-spent-as-much-time-on-you're- schoolwork-as-your-pranks' speech—"
"She always goes on about how smart we could be. Bloody boring's more like it—"
"Percy's a perfect example…"
Lee Jordan shook his head and smiled at his identical companions. He was amazed at how the Weasley twins could cause so much trouble so easily. Only two weeks pasted since the Start-Of-Term banquet and they had already managed their 8th detention. It amazed him further how they could cause so much trouble without getting expelled.
The halls were fairly full, loud with the sounds of idle chatter as other students made their way to class. Fred and George babbled on about their latest joke, interrupting each other's sentences, as the group of three neared their History of Magic class on the 2nd floor of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"And then he turned this bright red color…" Fred explained motioning to his own face.
"And started yelling words so rude I don't think I've ever even heard them before." George interrupted as they walked into the cold stone classroom. He slid into a row in the back followed by Lee and his brother. Promptly, he withdrew a small pillow from his bag and placed it in the middle of his folded arms. "Wake me if something interesting happens…or if class ends, whichever comes first."
Lee turned his head to look at Fred, but the seat next to him was empty. He quickly noticed the red head at the other side of the room, true to form, flirting with Angelina Johnson. A little over a week ago, he had made a vow to pursue his crush more actively, much to Angelina's distress. Sure, she liked him, but only in small doses. The full time attention of the red- haired beater was wearing her patients thin. Lee chuckled as Angelina frustratedly pointed a single finger at his seat, spurning his latest advances.
"She digs me," Fred smiled confidently as he walked toward his friend. Sitting down where Angelina had pointed, he began to search through his bag for a quill.
"Right, and I'm the heir to Dr. Filibuster's Fireworks fortune." Lee answered rolling his eyes at the cocky 17-year-old.
"Speaking of which," Fred said returning to his upright position. "Our dungbomb supply is lacking. George, you up for Zonko's later." Sleeping George's only response was the raising of his fist in a 'thumbs up'.
Lee knew better than to tell them it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend. The twins seem perfectly capable of going wherever they wanted, though how they achieved this remained a mystery to him.
Before Fred could say anymore, Professor Binns floated in and began the lesson on the Werewolf Conference of 1465.
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The cellar door of Honeydukes opened and shut quietly. Luckily, the crowd of wizards and witches inside the large candy shop concealed the noise and it's makers.
"Hey Fred?" George whispered from the corner of his mouth as the two walked casually out of the store. "I have an idea."
"Yes?"
"What if we get some sweets? I mean just for experimental purposes, while we're here."
Fred nodded with approval. "Good idea. You get the dung bombs. I'll get the sweets."
"Or," George said with a smile. "I'll get the sweets and you get the bombs."
"Don't argue with your elders," Fred shot back with an identical smile, stopping in front of the exit door.
"Hardly," The younger twin scoffed. "A few second's doesn't mean you're my elder."
"Ah, brother, but it does." Fred replied, the confident smile still playing on his face.
"I assure you it doesn't, brother." George replied backing up to let a wizard couple out into the chilly autumn weather.
"Fine" Fred sighed with mocking sorrow. "I'll weather the harsh conditions of the long walk to Zonko's alone."
"Great," George replied happily and added, "Meet you in an hour."
Fred shook his head and his twin disappeared in to the group of people. As he exited the shop, he made a mental note never to use what George wanted to hear as sarcasm or guilt.
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He pulled his black cloak around him tighter. Fred stopped and caught a glimpse of himself in the store window. His ginger hair was tosseled by the wind. His complexion was more scarlet than usual due to the incessant chill. The cloak conveniently covered his Hogwarts robe, completely masking his student identity.
The sudden remembrance of the circumstances of his mission hurried his feet along. Just because he was a troublemaker didn't mean he wanted to get expelled and this could surely do that. Not that they would probably ever get caught. The trips to the small wizarding community had been almost tradition since the discovery of the Marauder's Map in their 1st year. Now in their 7th year, the twins knew the school like their back out their hands. Well, the regular rooms and passageways, away. Some rooms did tend to roam, but normally they didn't get in the way of the more important hidden routes like to the kitchen or the dungeon (very helpful for pranks or if one was late to class).
'The dungeon,' Fred thought smiling to himself. 'We haven't done anything down there since last term. I think a little paintings in order…or maybe some fireworks…no wait what if we snuck into the potion supply closet and-- "
The boy's lack of attention caused him to collide full on with someone, who apparently had been carrying a few bundles. The contense of these packages were now scattered around the cobblestone street between the two.
"Ow," Fred moaned rubbing his rear end, on which he had fallen. "Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry," The unfortunate witch answered softly, trying to hurriedly gather up her things.
Her tone of voice made Fred instantly regret his comment. She sounded so sincere that he felt a twinge of guilt. He quickly got up and picked up a box of Spello tape with his right hand and a small bag of herbs in his other.
"No, no," She said quickly taking them from him. "I'll get them."
"No, it's alright" Fred replied picking up other items. "It's partly my fault."
"I should have been watching. It's mine." She answered still not looking up at him.
"No it's not." He said taking one of the bags from her and filling with what he had cleaned from the ground. "Here, let me help."
"I don't need it, thanks." She snatched the bag back. Her voice was still soft, but frustration seemed to be growing in it.
"Here just let me---" Fred tried to take the bag again.
"I said I don't need it," She interrupted. At this comment, her face sprung up instantly to look him in the eyes.
She was familiar. Her blue eyes seemed to sweep him up, the color almost as soft as her voice. Though her whole head was not visible, being covered by her cloak hood, a strand of light blonde hair dangled beside her eyes. Her nose, her mouth, her skin, all seemed to dance in his brain as something known.
"Ada," He heard himself whispered.
Her eyes widened as she stood slowly. He followed her with his eyes, still frozen to his spot. They just stared for a minute, the word still echoing in his head. The shock of the meeting had caught the normally self-assured boy off guard. He wasn't sure what to do.
But she did.
She ran.
A/N- Okay, frankly, it's not as good as I hoped. Suggestions are welcome!
Disclaimer—Much to my displeasure, I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters. They all belong to JK Rowling and her 'people'.
A/N- The story may not be completely correct, but I tried my hardest to keep Fred and George in character. Tell me what you think. And for Pete's sake, if anyone knows what floor the HofM room is on tell me! R/R!!!!
2 Prologue:
3 Cloaked Girl in Hogsmeade
"And then she gave us detention—"
"But not before the 'if-you-two-spent-as-much-time-on-you're- schoolwork-as-your-pranks' speech—"
"She always goes on about how smart we could be. Bloody boring's more like it—"
"Percy's a perfect example…"
Lee Jordan shook his head and smiled at his identical companions. He was amazed at how the Weasley twins could cause so much trouble so easily. Only two weeks pasted since the Start-Of-Term banquet and they had already managed their 8th detention. It amazed him further how they could cause so much trouble without getting expelled.
The halls were fairly full, loud with the sounds of idle chatter as other students made their way to class. Fred and George babbled on about their latest joke, interrupting each other's sentences, as the group of three neared their History of Magic class on the 2nd floor of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"And then he turned this bright red color…" Fred explained motioning to his own face.
"And started yelling words so rude I don't think I've ever even heard them before." George interrupted as they walked into the cold stone classroom. He slid into a row in the back followed by Lee and his brother. Promptly, he withdrew a small pillow from his bag and placed it in the middle of his folded arms. "Wake me if something interesting happens…or if class ends, whichever comes first."
Lee turned his head to look at Fred, but the seat next to him was empty. He quickly noticed the red head at the other side of the room, true to form, flirting with Angelina Johnson. A little over a week ago, he had made a vow to pursue his crush more actively, much to Angelina's distress. Sure, she liked him, but only in small doses. The full time attention of the red- haired beater was wearing her patients thin. Lee chuckled as Angelina frustratedly pointed a single finger at his seat, spurning his latest advances.
"She digs me," Fred smiled confidently as he walked toward his friend. Sitting down where Angelina had pointed, he began to search through his bag for a quill.
"Right, and I'm the heir to Dr. Filibuster's Fireworks fortune." Lee answered rolling his eyes at the cocky 17-year-old.
"Speaking of which," Fred said returning to his upright position. "Our dungbomb supply is lacking. George, you up for Zonko's later." Sleeping George's only response was the raising of his fist in a 'thumbs up'.
Lee knew better than to tell them it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend. The twins seem perfectly capable of going wherever they wanted, though how they achieved this remained a mystery to him.
Before Fred could say anymore, Professor Binns floated in and began the lesson on the Werewolf Conference of 1465.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
The cellar door of Honeydukes opened and shut quietly. Luckily, the crowd of wizards and witches inside the large candy shop concealed the noise and it's makers.
"Hey Fred?" George whispered from the corner of his mouth as the two walked casually out of the store. "I have an idea."
"Yes?"
"What if we get some sweets? I mean just for experimental purposes, while we're here."
Fred nodded with approval. "Good idea. You get the dung bombs. I'll get the sweets."
"Or," George said with a smile. "I'll get the sweets and you get the bombs."
"Don't argue with your elders," Fred shot back with an identical smile, stopping in front of the exit door.
"Hardly," The younger twin scoffed. "A few second's doesn't mean you're my elder."
"Ah, brother, but it does." Fred replied, the confident smile still playing on his face.
"I assure you it doesn't, brother." George replied backing up to let a wizard couple out into the chilly autumn weather.
"Fine" Fred sighed with mocking sorrow. "I'll weather the harsh conditions of the long walk to Zonko's alone."
"Great," George replied happily and added, "Meet you in an hour."
Fred shook his head and his twin disappeared in to the group of people. As he exited the shop, he made a mental note never to use what George wanted to hear as sarcasm or guilt.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
He pulled his black cloak around him tighter. Fred stopped and caught a glimpse of himself in the store window. His ginger hair was tosseled by the wind. His complexion was more scarlet than usual due to the incessant chill. The cloak conveniently covered his Hogwarts robe, completely masking his student identity.
The sudden remembrance of the circumstances of his mission hurried his feet along. Just because he was a troublemaker didn't mean he wanted to get expelled and this could surely do that. Not that they would probably ever get caught. The trips to the small wizarding community had been almost tradition since the discovery of the Marauder's Map in their 1st year. Now in their 7th year, the twins knew the school like their back out their hands. Well, the regular rooms and passageways, away. Some rooms did tend to roam, but normally they didn't get in the way of the more important hidden routes like to the kitchen or the dungeon (very helpful for pranks or if one was late to class).
'The dungeon,' Fred thought smiling to himself. 'We haven't done anything down there since last term. I think a little paintings in order…or maybe some fireworks…no wait what if we snuck into the potion supply closet and-- "
The boy's lack of attention caused him to collide full on with someone, who apparently had been carrying a few bundles. The contense of these packages were now scattered around the cobblestone street between the two.
"Ow," Fred moaned rubbing his rear end, on which he had fallen. "Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry," The unfortunate witch answered softly, trying to hurriedly gather up her things.
Her tone of voice made Fred instantly regret his comment. She sounded so sincere that he felt a twinge of guilt. He quickly got up and picked up a box of Spello tape with his right hand and a small bag of herbs in his other.
"No, no," She said quickly taking them from him. "I'll get them."
"No, it's alright" Fred replied picking up other items. "It's partly my fault."
"I should have been watching. It's mine." She answered still not looking up at him.
"No it's not." He said taking one of the bags from her and filling with what he had cleaned from the ground. "Here, let me help."
"I don't need it, thanks." She snatched the bag back. Her voice was still soft, but frustration seemed to be growing in it.
"Here just let me---" Fred tried to take the bag again.
"I said I don't need it," She interrupted. At this comment, her face sprung up instantly to look him in the eyes.
She was familiar. Her blue eyes seemed to sweep him up, the color almost as soft as her voice. Though her whole head was not visible, being covered by her cloak hood, a strand of light blonde hair dangled beside her eyes. Her nose, her mouth, her skin, all seemed to dance in his brain as something known.
"Ada," He heard himself whispered.
Her eyes widened as she stood slowly. He followed her with his eyes, still frozen to his spot. They just stared for a minute, the word still echoing in his head. The shock of the meeting had caught the normally self-assured boy off guard. He wasn't sure what to do.
But she did.
She ran.
A/N- Okay, frankly, it's not as good as I hoped. Suggestions are welcome!