Chapter Twenty: Lemon Drops
What finally made us stop laughing was that a strangled sound came from one corner of the room. I looked over. Remus's eyes were wide and he was starting to shake. Moonlight spilled through the broken window.
Within seconds, a dachshund stood in Remus's place. Being so small, he escaped from the chains.
"Get him!" Voldemort screamed. Lucius Malfoy lunged at Remus, but Remus bit him on the foot.
Now there were two dachshunds, both jumping around and yipping fiercely.
"Bite Voldemort!" yelled Harry.
Voldemort, hearing him, whipped out his wand. "Expelliarmus!" Sirius yelled. Voldemort's wand sped through the air and landed in Sirius's hand. Using the wand, Sirius cast a spell that released all of our chains. We were free.
Everything happened so fast that I had to be filled in later. Therefore, I will tell you exactly what happened, and not just my own perceptions.
Fred and George grabbed the lemon drops from their pockets and began throwing them at Voldemort. Angry red blotches broke out all over his face. "He's allergic!" George yelled. Fred sprang forward and, very boldly, stuffed a lemon drop down Voldemort's throat.
"His head looks like a giant Quaffle," said Ginny.
Meanwhile, Remus and Malfoy were wrestling on the floor and emitting high-pitched yaps. "What are they saying?" I asked Sirius.
Malfoy screeched. "You fool, I'll have you know that I'm blackmailing the entire Ministry of Magic," Sirius said.
Remus replied. "That's not going to matter very much if I kill you," translated Sirius.
Malfoy again. "My son Draco will avenge my death."
Remus: "Your son Draco is the stupidest git I ever saw."
"Sirius!" Hermione screamed. "Stop translating, transform, and get Malfoy!"
Sirius did as he was told. Plunging his teeth into Malfoy's neck, he threw him off Remus and into the corner. Malfoy was still.
Meanwhile, Macnair was trying to help Voldemort. He cast a series of spells, but the dark lord still writhed in agony.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, oblivious, were screaming at Percy. "You idiot!" his mother screamed. "Why can't you be more like Fred, George, and Ron?"
"Thanks, Mum!" called Ron, who was helping his brothers with the lemon drops.
"Why should I be more like Ron?" Percy whined. "He doesn't even study!"
"You think studying is more important than saving your sister's life?" roared Mr. Weasley. "I'm ashamed to even call you my son! At least Fred and George never got in as much trouble as this!"
"At least I have AMBITION!"
"Next to joining the dark lord, aspiring to open a joke shop sounds quite noble!"
"Does that mean you'll help fund it?" called George, hitting Voldemort right in the nose with a lemon drop.
"It most certainly does not!"
"We'll discuss this later!" yelled Mrs. Weasley.
Harry, mysteriously, had disappeared.