"Fred Weasley, would you kindly pay attention?"
Fred immediately looked up towards the front of the classroom, in the direction of the voice.
Professor McGonagall had been making an unsuccessful attempt to show the class how to transfigure a set of human ears into rabbit ears
"But Professor, I was paying attention. I thought you of all people could tell the difference between my paying attention, and my daydreaming!"
"Mr. Weasley, do you seriously think I am going to fall for one of your attempts to get out of trouble again? I believe, having been your Head of House and Transfiguration Professor for Seven years, that I have become accustomed to you and your brother's attempts at avoiding punishment. If I have to remind you to pay attention again, I am afraid I will have no other choice than to remove points from Gryffindor and honor you with a detention."
Fred sighed slightly, and leaned back into his seat, once again facing the front of the classroom. He scribbled down a few lines onto a piece of parchment, giving the appearance of paying attention. As he was attempting to pay attention, he found his thoughts wandering toward that day. He and George had been sneaking out towards Hogsmeade, in order to buy some supplies at Zonko's Joke Shop. They knew they weren't supposed to be in Hogsmeade, not after...
"All right, students, class is over. I expect you all to have completed questions 1-35 on page 220 by the next class period. In complete sentences as well.."
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"I'm telling you, George" said Fred sighing and looking around the grounds "It should have been Harry Potter, the one to defeat You-know-who, not us. Not a set of twins who constantly get into trouble."
"Why, Fred?" said George aggravated, eyeing his brother carefully "Why Harry? Why not us?"
"Because it was an accident-"
"Exactly, Fred" said George glancing at the lake and lowering his voice "We knew we weren't supposed to be there. Obviously not after we had heard it had been almost destroyed, but we went, we wanted to see for ourselves. We couldn't believe Hogsmeade was almost in ashes, but we still went. And we thought that if Hogsmeade wasn't actually in ashes, we could go to Zonko's, and get enough things to pull the greatest prank in the history of the school. Leave with a bang or something, you know?"
Fred sighed, he well remembered what had happened, everything.
They had just found out about Hogsmeade being practically destroyed. Voldemort had his powers fully restored and he was more merciless than ever. It wasn't that they couldn't believe it; they didn't want to. Fred found his brother sitting in the common room, still writing the list for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, his flaming red hair all mussed up. The common room had been almost deserted, only Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Fred and George's younger brother Ron, remained awake. Though they were speaking quietly in a corner near the fire. Fred sat down next to George glancing quickly at the trio, and muttered quietly to his brother Fred, "I can't believe about Hogsmeade, I just can't."
"Just give it up, Fred," said George glancing up and shaking his head "It's most certainly not true, mind. It couldn't possibly be."
"What if it is?" said Fred shoving a copy of the Daily Prophet into George's hands and showing him the short article.
TERROR IN HOGSMEADE
With the rebirth of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, terror has overcome our world. If we had thought there were no deaths up until now, we were wrong, very wrong. Hogsmeade, the only completely non-muggle village in all of Great Britain, has been nearly reduced to ashes. Only three survivors, whose names will not be stated for their own protection, have been recovered. Luckily our children are at Hogwarts under the Protection of the renowned Albus Dumbledore who defeated the Great Wizard Grindlewald.
"Not everything in the Prophet is rubbish, mind you" said Fred triumphantly.
"Oh, shush. I'll show you once and for all, Fred. Meet me at the passage for Honeydukes in a half an hour. We can't leave together, it's too obvious," said George boldly, getting up and exiting through the portrait, leaving all the information pertaining to Weasley Wizard Wheezes spread out across the table. Fred picked everything up, and raced to the boys' dormitories.
They didn't waste any time hurrying through one of the secret passageways that lead towards Hogsmeade. Upon reaching the small town they could not believe their eyes. It was true. Hogsmeade was in ruins. Honeydukes, Zonko's, The Three Broomsticks, The Shrieking Shack, all burnt. They shook their head sadly, when a tall hooded figure suddenly appeared not more than eight feet from them. They drew their wands pointing them at the figure, which already had it's wand positioned at the pair of them. The twins spared a glance at each other, but before they knew it they were being hit by numerous curses and hexes. Panting with sore limbs they dove for the floor. Gazing up at the figure above them they watched with bated breath, the mysterious connection between them stronger than ever. They both nodded and bellowed at the same time, "Stupefy!" The figure fell, and although appearing a bit dazed it searched the ground quickly recovering it's wand and standing slowly wand clutched in one hand.
Gazing at the wand the figure was holding Fred smirked to himself. He had always had a knack for spotting his own inventions, and that wand was definitely a Weasley creation. He motioned to George, and pointed at the stranger's wand on the floor.
"Your wand, George." He stated, his voice remaining calm. George picked it up.
"Fools" cackled the figure "You seriously think that the pair of you will stop me?! Do you not know who I am? Are you unaware of what I could do to you?" Fred thought the voice sounded very familiar.
The figure raised its arms and hissed, taking aim with his wand. "Avada Kedavra," the voice stated in a loud, clear, deep voice. A green light shot from the wand, but instead of shooting towards the twins, it shot out of the wrong end of the wand. Fred and George stood gaping at the spot where seconds earlier the figure of Voldemort had been standing. Now all that remained of the Dark Lord, was a chicken.
"George, what if he can figure out how to use magic to change himself back?" hissed Fred worriedly. "We have to do something..." in less than a second, both twins glanced at one another quickly and one more time yelled in unison, "Causa Moriar!" A loud BOOM and a howl of pain threw them back onto the floor. Covered in ash, dirt, and a few specks of blood, they both stood shakily. Fred neared the figure, who lay motionless upon the floor, while George hung back. Fred cautiously removed the food from it's face and jumped back startled.
"George!" he yelled "Com'ere! Quickly!"
George rushed to his brother and looked down at the man that lay on the floor. He shot his head up at his brother and saw the same amount of confusion in his face.
"Are you sure he's dead?" asked George prodding the man with his wand
"Positive" said Fred tilting his head to a side "But I still don't believe this"
"Neither do I" replied George almost fearful, sitting on the floor.
"We-We killed You-know-who" said Fred sitting too on the floor leaning against George, sighing.
Of course, now Hogsmeade had been restored completely. Fred glanced at George and gave him a uncertain stare.
Fred immediately looked up towards the front of the classroom, in the direction of the voice.
Professor McGonagall had been making an unsuccessful attempt to show the class how to transfigure a set of human ears into rabbit ears
"But Professor, I was paying attention. I thought you of all people could tell the difference between my paying attention, and my daydreaming!"
"Mr. Weasley, do you seriously think I am going to fall for one of your attempts to get out of trouble again? I believe, having been your Head of House and Transfiguration Professor for Seven years, that I have become accustomed to you and your brother's attempts at avoiding punishment. If I have to remind you to pay attention again, I am afraid I will have no other choice than to remove points from Gryffindor and honor you with a detention."
Fred sighed slightly, and leaned back into his seat, once again facing the front of the classroom. He scribbled down a few lines onto a piece of parchment, giving the appearance of paying attention. As he was attempting to pay attention, he found his thoughts wandering toward that day. He and George had been sneaking out towards Hogsmeade, in order to buy some supplies at Zonko's Joke Shop. They knew they weren't supposed to be in Hogsmeade, not after...
"All right, students, class is over. I expect you all to have completed questions 1-35 on page 220 by the next class period. In complete sentences as well.."
~
"I'm telling you, George" said Fred sighing and looking around the grounds "It should have been Harry Potter, the one to defeat You-know-who, not us. Not a set of twins who constantly get into trouble."
"Why, Fred?" said George aggravated, eyeing his brother carefully "Why Harry? Why not us?"
"Because it was an accident-"
"Exactly, Fred" said George glancing at the lake and lowering his voice "We knew we weren't supposed to be there. Obviously not after we had heard it had been almost destroyed, but we went, we wanted to see for ourselves. We couldn't believe Hogsmeade was almost in ashes, but we still went. And we thought that if Hogsmeade wasn't actually in ashes, we could go to Zonko's, and get enough things to pull the greatest prank in the history of the school. Leave with a bang or something, you know?"
Fred sighed, he well remembered what had happened, everything.
They had just found out about Hogsmeade being practically destroyed. Voldemort had his powers fully restored and he was more merciless than ever. It wasn't that they couldn't believe it; they didn't want to. Fred found his brother sitting in the common room, still writing the list for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, his flaming red hair all mussed up. The common room had been almost deserted, only Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Fred and George's younger brother Ron, remained awake. Though they were speaking quietly in a corner near the fire. Fred sat down next to George glancing quickly at the trio, and muttered quietly to his brother Fred, "I can't believe about Hogsmeade, I just can't."
"Just give it up, Fred," said George glancing up and shaking his head "It's most certainly not true, mind. It couldn't possibly be."
"What if it is?" said Fred shoving a copy of the Daily Prophet into George's hands and showing him the short article.
TERROR IN HOGSMEADE
With the rebirth of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, terror has overcome our world. If we had thought there were no deaths up until now, we were wrong, very wrong. Hogsmeade, the only completely non-muggle village in all of Great Britain, has been nearly reduced to ashes. Only three survivors, whose names will not be stated for their own protection, have been recovered. Luckily our children are at Hogwarts under the Protection of the renowned Albus Dumbledore who defeated the Great Wizard Grindlewald.
"Not everything in the Prophet is rubbish, mind you" said Fred triumphantly.
"Oh, shush. I'll show you once and for all, Fred. Meet me at the passage for Honeydukes in a half an hour. We can't leave together, it's too obvious," said George boldly, getting up and exiting through the portrait, leaving all the information pertaining to Weasley Wizard Wheezes spread out across the table. Fred picked everything up, and raced to the boys' dormitories.
They didn't waste any time hurrying through one of the secret passageways that lead towards Hogsmeade. Upon reaching the small town they could not believe their eyes. It was true. Hogsmeade was in ruins. Honeydukes, Zonko's, The Three Broomsticks, The Shrieking Shack, all burnt. They shook their head sadly, when a tall hooded figure suddenly appeared not more than eight feet from them. They drew their wands pointing them at the figure, which already had it's wand positioned at the pair of them. The twins spared a glance at each other, but before they knew it they were being hit by numerous curses and hexes. Panting with sore limbs they dove for the floor. Gazing up at the figure above them they watched with bated breath, the mysterious connection between them stronger than ever. They both nodded and bellowed at the same time, "Stupefy!" The figure fell, and although appearing a bit dazed it searched the ground quickly recovering it's wand and standing slowly wand clutched in one hand.
Gazing at the wand the figure was holding Fred smirked to himself. He had always had a knack for spotting his own inventions, and that wand was definitely a Weasley creation. He motioned to George, and pointed at the stranger's wand on the floor.
"Your wand, George." He stated, his voice remaining calm. George picked it up.
"Fools" cackled the figure "You seriously think that the pair of you will stop me?! Do you not know who I am? Are you unaware of what I could do to you?" Fred thought the voice sounded very familiar.
The figure raised its arms and hissed, taking aim with his wand. "Avada Kedavra," the voice stated in a loud, clear, deep voice. A green light shot from the wand, but instead of shooting towards the twins, it shot out of the wrong end of the wand. Fred and George stood gaping at the spot where seconds earlier the figure of Voldemort had been standing. Now all that remained of the Dark Lord, was a chicken.
"George, what if he can figure out how to use magic to change himself back?" hissed Fred worriedly. "We have to do something..." in less than a second, both twins glanced at one another quickly and one more time yelled in unison, "Causa Moriar!" A loud BOOM and a howl of pain threw them back onto the floor. Covered in ash, dirt, and a few specks of blood, they both stood shakily. Fred neared the figure, who lay motionless upon the floor, while George hung back. Fred cautiously removed the food from it's face and jumped back startled.
"George!" he yelled "Com'ere! Quickly!"
George rushed to his brother and looked down at the man that lay on the floor. He shot his head up at his brother and saw the same amount of confusion in his face.
"Are you sure he's dead?" asked George prodding the man with his wand
"Positive" said Fred tilting his head to a side "But I still don't believe this"
"Neither do I" replied George almost fearful, sitting on the floor.
"We-We killed You-know-who" said Fred sitting too on the floor leaning against George, sighing.
Of course, now Hogsmeade had been restored completely. Fred glanced at George and gave him a uncertain stare.