Chapter four. Enjoy.
Ron sighed. He still couldn't believe that Harry had teamed up with Malfoy to murder Percey.
'I mean, sure Percey could be an annyoing bastard, but he was still cool to us, and Harry and
him seemed to be pretty good friends,' he said to Hermione for the umpteenth time since the trial had
been conlcuded a week ago. They were sitting in the Common Room together, just talking and having
what Hermione liked to call a 'Therapy Session'. Hermione was full of crazy yet workable muggle ideas.
School had began again, and now it was a week into November. Bill and Charlie had returned
from Egypt and Romania to comfort their grieving parents, and the others were to continue with their
schoolwork and to work as hard as possible, as though good rades would cheer their parents up again.
The French people had come; the punks kept gloating over Malfoy's 'misfortune', as McGonagall put it,
and Nereides, his 'pal, just continued with the pattern they'd set and said nothing. Ron couldn't wait for
school to just be over.
***
Two months passed, and down in Azkaban, the twins worked with the Founders. In actual fact,
down in Azkaban it was twenty years, and the twins were now thirty-five. They were working hard, and
were both equally as powerful as each other, which was roughly the equivalent of Grindwald,
Dumbledore and Voldemort all put together. At first, they had come to an uneasy truce, five years
above having terminated any actual hatred they could have had for each other. After another five years
they became sort-of friends, you know, the people who you are friends with but would rather not spend
time with. After another five, they became good friends, and now they were best friends. Although,
they didn't really have a choice, but they preferred not to think of that.
***
'Ron, Ron!' Ginny ran into the library, ignoring Madame Pince's murderous glares, waving a
piece of paper in her hand. 'They caught the guy who killed Perce!'
'Yes, Gin, they were Potter and Malfoy,' Ron said wearily, looking up from the rather large
potions book he was studying.
'No, the actual guy. His name's Jake Delarney, he's a Death Eater, and he's confessed under
Veritaserum.'
'Did Potter and Malfoy get Veritaserum?'
'No,' she declared triumphantly, eyes glittering strangely. 'They got a trial, but bot wasn't a fair
trial.'
'Well, what now?'
'They reckon that in a month, they'll be able to let Harry and Draco go free.'
'Have you told the others?'
'Yup!'
'Then let's go celebrate!' And with that, they ran out of the library, oblivious to the stares they
were getting.
***
Another ten years had passed, and the twins were now equal in strength to all four Founders
put together. They considered each other brother, and were the bestest friends you could be. All was
going extremely well, when one morning Salazar and Godric woke them up, made them get back into
their prison rags, and raced them up to the Above. Then, just as quickly and randomly, ran back down
again, closing the 'door', or 'hole-in-the-wall' as the twins called it, disapearing the bumped out snake on
the wall. Looking at each other in complete confusion, the two sat back and just talked for a while,
when some Ministry offiacials walked up to them. The three men, all in their mid-fifties, gaped when
they saw the two.
'What?' snapped Harry.
'You - you - '
'Spit it out,' drawled Draco, bored.
'You're old!'
'No where near as old as you, though,' Harry pointed out, smirking.
'What do you want?' asked Draco.
'We caught the guy who actually did it,' the eldest one, Cornelius Fudge, mumbled.
'Ah. Does that mean we can go now?' asked Draco.
'It does, actually. Come on, follow us,' said the middle one, Mundungus Fletcher.
'Uh - Mundungus?' said the youngest, Dimitrious Figg. 'They can't, we don't have the key.'
'Damn,' muttered Fudge. Then, to Figg, 'What are you waiting for, man? Go and get it!' Rolling
his eyes at his superior's behaviour, Figg scurried off. The air was thick with tension. The ministry men
seemed to think that Draco and Harry were going to lunge through the bars at any moment.
After a while, Figg arrived back at the cell holding a large iron key. He handed it to Fudge,
who, with a lot of humming and hawing, fitted it into the lock and twisted it. He then gingerly opened
the gate, as though expecting them to rush out, then lunge at him. They didn't, though. They walked out
as though they were the epitomy of dignity, which obviously dissappointed Fudge, who looked as
though he'd rather lock them back up and throw away the key. And burn all the legal documents except
the one that said, 'dangerous criminal, life sentance'. Fudge shook his head, sighed, and the three
Officials led the twins out into the bright sunshine -
- and then gaped in astonishment as the two covered their eyes and ran back inside, shrieking.
'What the hell is up with you?!' yelled Fudge, finally losing patience.
'The light is too bright,' said Harry sullenly. Gradually, Figg, the most agreeable of the three,
managed to coax Harry and Draco out into the open.
Ron sighed. He still couldn't believe that Harry had teamed up with Malfoy to murder Percey.
'I mean, sure Percey could be an annyoing bastard, but he was still cool to us, and Harry and
him seemed to be pretty good friends,' he said to Hermione for the umpteenth time since the trial had
been conlcuded a week ago. They were sitting in the Common Room together, just talking and having
what Hermione liked to call a 'Therapy Session'. Hermione was full of crazy yet workable muggle ideas.
School had began again, and now it was a week into November. Bill and Charlie had returned
from Egypt and Romania to comfort their grieving parents, and the others were to continue with their
schoolwork and to work as hard as possible, as though good rades would cheer their parents up again.
The French people had come; the punks kept gloating over Malfoy's 'misfortune', as McGonagall put it,
and Nereides, his 'pal, just continued with the pattern they'd set and said nothing. Ron couldn't wait for
school to just be over.
***
Two months passed, and down in Azkaban, the twins worked with the Founders. In actual fact,
down in Azkaban it was twenty years, and the twins were now thirty-five. They were working hard, and
were both equally as powerful as each other, which was roughly the equivalent of Grindwald,
Dumbledore and Voldemort all put together. At first, they had come to an uneasy truce, five years
above having terminated any actual hatred they could have had for each other. After another five years
they became sort-of friends, you know, the people who you are friends with but would rather not spend
time with. After another five, they became good friends, and now they were best friends. Although,
they didn't really have a choice, but they preferred not to think of that.
***
'Ron, Ron!' Ginny ran into the library, ignoring Madame Pince's murderous glares, waving a
piece of paper in her hand. 'They caught the guy who killed Perce!'
'Yes, Gin, they were Potter and Malfoy,' Ron said wearily, looking up from the rather large
potions book he was studying.
'No, the actual guy. His name's Jake Delarney, he's a Death Eater, and he's confessed under
Veritaserum.'
'Did Potter and Malfoy get Veritaserum?'
'No,' she declared triumphantly, eyes glittering strangely. 'They got a trial, but bot wasn't a fair
trial.'
'Well, what now?'
'They reckon that in a month, they'll be able to let Harry and Draco go free.'
'Have you told the others?'
'Yup!'
'Then let's go celebrate!' And with that, they ran out of the library, oblivious to the stares they
were getting.
***
Another ten years had passed, and the twins were now equal in strength to all four Founders
put together. They considered each other brother, and were the bestest friends you could be. All was
going extremely well, when one morning Salazar and Godric woke them up, made them get back into
their prison rags, and raced them up to the Above. Then, just as quickly and randomly, ran back down
again, closing the 'door', or 'hole-in-the-wall' as the twins called it, disapearing the bumped out snake on
the wall. Looking at each other in complete confusion, the two sat back and just talked for a while,
when some Ministry offiacials walked up to them. The three men, all in their mid-fifties, gaped when
they saw the two.
'What?' snapped Harry.
'You - you - '
'Spit it out,' drawled Draco, bored.
'You're old!'
'No where near as old as you, though,' Harry pointed out, smirking.
'What do you want?' asked Draco.
'We caught the guy who actually did it,' the eldest one, Cornelius Fudge, mumbled.
'Ah. Does that mean we can go now?' asked Draco.
'It does, actually. Come on, follow us,' said the middle one, Mundungus Fletcher.
'Uh - Mundungus?' said the youngest, Dimitrious Figg. 'They can't, we don't have the key.'
'Damn,' muttered Fudge. Then, to Figg, 'What are you waiting for, man? Go and get it!' Rolling
his eyes at his superior's behaviour, Figg scurried off. The air was thick with tension. The ministry men
seemed to think that Draco and Harry were going to lunge through the bars at any moment.
After a while, Figg arrived back at the cell holding a large iron key. He handed it to Fudge,
who, with a lot of humming and hawing, fitted it into the lock and twisted it. He then gingerly opened
the gate, as though expecting them to rush out, then lunge at him. They didn't, though. They walked out
as though they were the epitomy of dignity, which obviously dissappointed Fudge, who looked as
though he'd rather lock them back up and throw away the key. And burn all the legal documents except
the one that said, 'dangerous criminal, life sentance'. Fudge shook his head, sighed, and the three
Officials led the twins out into the bright sunshine -
- and then gaped in astonishment as the two covered their eyes and ran back inside, shrieking.
'What the hell is up with you?!' yelled Fudge, finally losing patience.
'The light is too bright,' said Harry sullenly. Gradually, Figg, the most agreeable of the three,
managed to coax Harry and Draco out into the open.
