A/N- Chapter 2, whew! I knew I could do it. I would have got this done
sooner but I got sick (. It's short and I didn't get my "beta-reader" to
read this. Which reminds me…if you like this story, read "Our Story—The 5th
Year of Hogwarts" by Awerewolfsdaughter and review. Anyway, on to the
story…
Chapter 2:
Even Delinquents Have Moral Dilemmas
The entire journey home had been filled with a strange silence. George had continually tired to start a conversation with his brother, but all of Fred's answers had been in monosyllables or gestures of some sort. It frustrated George that his brother was being secretive. In their 17 years of existence, they never really kept secrets from each other…
But then again, maybe he was just being stupid. There was no evidence that Fred wasn't telling him something. Maybe he was disappointed about the dungbombs. Maybe he finally realized that Angelina didn't like him in that way…or that George was a way better beater than he'll ever be.
He smiled at the last thought. George looked over at his silent brother as they reached the doorway through the one-eyes witch's hump.
'Yeah,' He thought. 'I'm just being stupid.'
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"I'll give you the signal when he's in the right spot." George whispered with a sly grin.
Fred nodded, smiling as well. The younger twin ran behind the nearest stone pillar and the older ran down the corridor. He squatted down behind the supplies of Dr. Filibuster's No-Heat, Wet-Start fireworks.
"This will be so wicked." Fred whispered to himself with glee. He'd been aching to get Professor Snape all year long. This would be the maximum fun and amusement he's been waiting for.
A loud burst of laughter permeated the narrow stone hall. Fred looked up and around. Slowly he crept toward the nearby corridor where the sound appeared to be coming from.
"Aww! Is the ickle firsty lost?" A cruel voice asked with mock concern. A group of Slytherins were gathered (much like cattle, only uglier) in the stone passageway, all apparently thinking the heckling was entirely too funny.
Fred looked back longingly at the fireworks. He hated moral dilemmas. Half of him wanted to mind his own business and carry out his mission, while the other side reminded him of his not-so-long-ago first year status.
"Stop it!" A small voice quivered. "Just stop, please."
Fred's head whirled back to the hallway so quickly whiplash was very likely. That voice…that small shy voice…a face formed in his mind…blonde hair…
"Oh well since you asked so nicely…" The sarcastic voice continued. The laughter of taunting schoolmates continued.
"She said stop," Fred heard come from his mouth. "Didn't you hear her?" Eight heads turned to face him. Realizing he couldn't turn back now, he stepped fully into the scene.
"What?" The same voice came from a big blonde boy in the center of the group.
"Oh I'm sorry" Fred said pushing his way through the group to the center. "I forgot you can't comprehend words that big. Um…you…get…hands…off…girl…"
"Funny, Weasley" The boy shot back. "I didn't notice you could afford sarcasm." Fred approached the boy beside the crying Adorabelle. She made a move to run, but the boy was quicker. He grabbed her robe and glared at her. "Not so fast, Ravenclaw. You're on our territory now." He snapped quickly.
Fred glanced at the small girl and back up at the Slytherin. "Even your insults don't make sense."
"Get out of here, Gryffindor. She not even in your house." He snarled standing up straighter taking full advantage of his age and height difference over the redheaded second year.
Fred stood up straighter as well, though only coming up to the boy's chest. "She not in yours either." He gave his opponent a sarcastic smile. "So you and your 4th year buddies can leave, too."
"That's 5th year," The Slytherin spat, staring at Fred with angry eyes. "You little worm!"
"Duel! Duel!" Someone started to yell. The chant caught on quickly and rose from a low thudding noise to a shout "Duel! Duel! Duel!"
The large captor pulled his wand from his robe and pushed the frightened first year to his friend. "Let's go, Weasley."
Fred drew his wand. They assumed dueling position. Even with the shouting, Fred could hear Adorabelle's sobs. His face turned to a determined stare.
They both drew in a breath.
"What is going on here?" A cold voice asked. The crowd hushed and parted as Professor Snape moved through the path to the center of the circle. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Gelderan, Explain yourselves."
"They were trying to find the common room!" A Slytherin quickly shouted pushing the small blonde girl into Fred's medium sized frame. "We were trying to stop them."
"Mister Weasley, I'm disappointed in you." Snape said with a half smile. "Dentition and fi--." He stopped.
Fred traced his stare to the small girl standing in front of him. His face was strange, contorted (more than usual), and almost confused.
"Miss…Rose?"
She nodded with a sniffle.
"Dentition retracted, no points taken. Now get to your common rooms." Snape said quickly. "NOW!"
A/N- My apologies to all Slytherin fans. I was sort of telling it in Fred's point of view so it's sort of biased. So please review! Please? Please? Please?
Chapter 2:
Even Delinquents Have Moral Dilemmas
The entire journey home had been filled with a strange silence. George had continually tired to start a conversation with his brother, but all of Fred's answers had been in monosyllables or gestures of some sort. It frustrated George that his brother was being secretive. In their 17 years of existence, they never really kept secrets from each other…
But then again, maybe he was just being stupid. There was no evidence that Fred wasn't telling him something. Maybe he was disappointed about the dungbombs. Maybe he finally realized that Angelina didn't like him in that way…or that George was a way better beater than he'll ever be.
He smiled at the last thought. George looked over at his silent brother as they reached the doorway through the one-eyes witch's hump.
'Yeah,' He thought. 'I'm just being stupid.'
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
"I'll give you the signal when he's in the right spot." George whispered with a sly grin.
Fred nodded, smiling as well. The younger twin ran behind the nearest stone pillar and the older ran down the corridor. He squatted down behind the supplies of Dr. Filibuster's No-Heat, Wet-Start fireworks.
"This will be so wicked." Fred whispered to himself with glee. He'd been aching to get Professor Snape all year long. This would be the maximum fun and amusement he's been waiting for.
A loud burst of laughter permeated the narrow stone hall. Fred looked up and around. Slowly he crept toward the nearby corridor where the sound appeared to be coming from.
"Aww! Is the ickle firsty lost?" A cruel voice asked with mock concern. A group of Slytherins were gathered (much like cattle, only uglier) in the stone passageway, all apparently thinking the heckling was entirely too funny.
Fred looked back longingly at the fireworks. He hated moral dilemmas. Half of him wanted to mind his own business and carry out his mission, while the other side reminded him of his not-so-long-ago first year status.
"Stop it!" A small voice quivered. "Just stop, please."
Fred's head whirled back to the hallway so quickly whiplash was very likely. That voice…that small shy voice…a face formed in his mind…blonde hair…
"Oh well since you asked so nicely…" The sarcastic voice continued. The laughter of taunting schoolmates continued.
"She said stop," Fred heard come from his mouth. "Didn't you hear her?" Eight heads turned to face him. Realizing he couldn't turn back now, he stepped fully into the scene.
"What?" The same voice came from a big blonde boy in the center of the group.
"Oh I'm sorry" Fred said pushing his way through the group to the center. "I forgot you can't comprehend words that big. Um…you…get…hands…off…girl…"
"Funny, Weasley" The boy shot back. "I didn't notice you could afford sarcasm." Fred approached the boy beside the crying Adorabelle. She made a move to run, but the boy was quicker. He grabbed her robe and glared at her. "Not so fast, Ravenclaw. You're on our territory now." He snapped quickly.
Fred glanced at the small girl and back up at the Slytherin. "Even your insults don't make sense."
"Get out of here, Gryffindor. She not even in your house." He snarled standing up straighter taking full advantage of his age and height difference over the redheaded second year.
Fred stood up straighter as well, though only coming up to the boy's chest. "She not in yours either." He gave his opponent a sarcastic smile. "So you and your 4th year buddies can leave, too."
"That's 5th year," The Slytherin spat, staring at Fred with angry eyes. "You little worm!"
"Duel! Duel!" Someone started to yell. The chant caught on quickly and rose from a low thudding noise to a shout "Duel! Duel! Duel!"
The large captor pulled his wand from his robe and pushed the frightened first year to his friend. "Let's go, Weasley."
Fred drew his wand. They assumed dueling position. Even with the shouting, Fred could hear Adorabelle's sobs. His face turned to a determined stare.
They both drew in a breath.
"What is going on here?" A cold voice asked. The crowd hushed and parted as Professor Snape moved through the path to the center of the circle. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Gelderan, Explain yourselves."
"They were trying to find the common room!" A Slytherin quickly shouted pushing the small blonde girl into Fred's medium sized frame. "We were trying to stop them."
"Mister Weasley, I'm disappointed in you." Snape said with a half smile. "Dentition and fi--." He stopped.
Fred traced his stare to the small girl standing in front of him. His face was strange, contorted (more than usual), and almost confused.
"Miss…Rose?"
She nodded with a sniffle.
"Dentition retracted, no points taken. Now get to your common rooms." Snape said quickly. "NOW!"
A/N- My apologies to all Slytherin fans. I was sort of telling it in Fred's point of view so it's sort of biased. So please review! Please? Please? Please?