"They are going to have an interesting year. But what will come will come
and we're going to have to face it when it does," Charlie said to Bill.
"There is no doubt about that. I just hope they are safe in the end."
"Me too, Bill. Me too."
"Alright," Fred started. "Let's find Lee and start planning our upcoming year!" Georgia didn't respond. Fred saw this and put a comforting arm around her. "I know. I'll miss them too. We can see Bill and Charlie during the holidays."
"That's not it Fred. Remember what Percy said? About if we'll have jobs after school? I mean, what are we good at? All we're good at is making pranks and cracking jokes. What kind of a life would that bring us?" Georgia asked. Fred was starting to get worried; he pulled her into an empty compartment and sat down across from her.
"It would bring us an amusing and a fun life. Look at Percy, does he look like he's having a good time?"
"Fred, he never has a good time."
"Exactly my point. Look I've been thinking about it too and I think that we know enough magic to possibly become Aurors. Merlin knows that a lot of people will be needed and now that Voldemort's back Dumbledore is going to need everyone he can get."
"You really think that we can become Aurors? I mean, Fred, it's us."
"Here's the thing: we need to concentrate on the Quidditch season this year. I know that none of us is Captain yet, but one of us will be. Angelina, Katie and Alicia don't want the job and I don't think Harry does either. The new Keeper can't be because they're new, so that leaves it to one of us. Who knows, maybe we'll be co-captains. We need to set up a meeting with the existing players and discuss a tryout date and method. I'm thinking that we'll scrimmage all day; we're all in great shape so that could be easy. Whoever can stand it with us can be the new keeper."
"And if there's more than one?"
"We have Ange, Alicia and Kat shoot goals at them and whoever saves the most is the keeper."
"Sounds like a plan. The other teams this year should still be pretty good, although I don't know about Hufflepuff without Diggory. They could still be a threat though. Ravenclaw is always good. I was talking to Roger and he seems pretty confident with his team. No one graduated and there aren't any injuries that I know of, so they're definitely a threat. Now Slytherin, well, Flint finally left so he's out of the picture, which means that there should be less cheating, unless Malfoy becomes Captain. If he does, it's all out war with them, again. We just need to keep strong and in shape. Hopefully there won't be any injuries to speak of this year and we should have the cup in reach again."
"There you are!" Lee Jordan exclaimed as he entered the compartment occupied by the twins. "Conspiring already? And without me?" Georgia and Fred laughed as Lee sat down next to Fred and looked very put out.
"No Lee. We were talking about the Quidditch season this year," Georgia said. "We wouldn't conspire without you. It wouldn't be right."
"I know. So let the prank planning begin!" Lee shouted. The twins laughed and began to talk, with Lee, about upcoming pranks.
Hours after planning a thought crossed over Georgia's mind.
"Fred, Lee, who do you reckon will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" she asked.
"I don't know. My guess is a witch. We seem to have bad luck with wizards," Fred said. Lee agreed. The three could hear soft bangs outside of their compartment and angry voices. They looked quizzically at each other and opened the door to the compartment. The sight they saw made Georgia laugh out loud. Crabbe and Goyle were looking at a peculiar sight: a pure white ferret was squeaking and running around on the ground looking up, terrified, at a thirty year old witch. The witch turned to Georgia as she laughed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that," she said.
"I'm sorry?" Georgia apologized questionably.
"No. Don't be sorry," the witch said. Georgia was a little apprehensive as were Fred and Lee.
"Are you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Fred asked cautiously.
"Yes I am Mr. Weasley," she answered. Fred looked at Georgia.
"How did you know?" Fred asked.
"One can always spot a Weasley. They have brilliant red hair, adorable freckles and an amazing sense of humor. All except for that one, Percy, I think. He doesn't seem to have inherited the sense of humor part," the new teacher explained. "You must be Fredrick." Fred nodded and the witch looked at Georgia. "And you must be Georgina."
"Yes Professor."
"I've heard wonderful things about you two."
"From whom?" Fred asked, in shock.
"From your brothers Charlie and Bill, from friends of your family, from teachers and from people who just happen to bump into you." Fred and Georgia continued to look confused, as did Lee.
"I don't get it, why would people who just happen to bump into us praise us for things?" Fred asked.
"That is a very good question. Another good question is why am I still keeping Mr. Malfoy here as a ferret?"
"To teach a lesson? But what does that have to do with anything?" Georgia asked.
"Everything. Please let me use your compartment. We shall talk in there." The professor turned Malfoy back into himself and went into Georgia, Fred and Lee's compartment. The students sat across from the teacher.
"I have a question. Why us? Why did you hear all these things about us?" Georgia asked.
"You know Harry Potter, I assume. His father, mother and their best friends were my best friends at Hogwarts. We knew your mother and father. They were a couple of years ahead of us and we became friends with them. I decided to check up on them and see what they had been up to since they left Hogwarts and your names always came up. Whether it was about the outrageous pranks or the advanced classes that Molly seemed to keep forgetting about. All of it was good, except for being a little rambunctious but that isn't always bad."
"Professor, we never caught your name," Lee said.
"I never threw it. My name is Professor Figg," the teacher said.
"Arabella Figg? I heard Mum talking about you one time," Fred said. "She even told us about some of the pranks you and your friends pulled. They were great!"
Fred seemed very interested in the details of the pranks but Georgia wanted to know something else. What would teaching a lesson have to do with anything, if everything? She let her mind wander as Professor Figg went over the details of the Marauders' most famous pranks. Who would be taught the lesson? Who would teach it? Why would they teach/learn it? When? How? Where? Georgia! Why were her parents involved? Georgia!! Why were she and Fred involved? GEORGIA!! Fred's voice jolted her out of her thoughts.
"What?" she asked. Her brother, Lee and Figg were looking at her.
"Are you alright?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine. I was just thinking," she replied. "Professor, what does teaching a lesson have to do with anything?" The professor smiled.
"Georgia, my dear, it has to do with everything. We are constantly learning new things and someone has to be there to teach them. But with the new lessons, the old ones must be re-taught. You and your brother Fred are here to teach everyone the oldest lesson in existence. The one of love and compassion toward others."
"But why us? Why me and Fred?"
"Because the ones who teach the lesson often need to be taught something else. There is something you and Fred also need to be taught. You will know what it is when you finally understand it. You will know the lesson you are teaching when the person you taught finally understands it as well."
"I still don't understand why it's us."
"In order for you to continue living you must learn this lesson. And both of you need to understand it fully. It's not a simple lesson; it's very complex and will take a long time to fully comprehend. You have all of this year to complete the lesson. But I must leave now, we are arriving at the platform." With that Professor Figg left the stunned teenagers. Simultaneously the three students turned their heads toward one another. Without a word to each other they got up to exit the train.
A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to update. I had a severe case of writer's block and am struggling through it. Hopefully I can have another chapter up next week. I'm looking for my muse, it got lost. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows for smores. Until next time ~ Jenn
"There is no doubt about that. I just hope they are safe in the end."
"Me too, Bill. Me too."
"Alright," Fred started. "Let's find Lee and start planning our upcoming year!" Georgia didn't respond. Fred saw this and put a comforting arm around her. "I know. I'll miss them too. We can see Bill and Charlie during the holidays."
"That's not it Fred. Remember what Percy said? About if we'll have jobs after school? I mean, what are we good at? All we're good at is making pranks and cracking jokes. What kind of a life would that bring us?" Georgia asked. Fred was starting to get worried; he pulled her into an empty compartment and sat down across from her.
"It would bring us an amusing and a fun life. Look at Percy, does he look like he's having a good time?"
"Fred, he never has a good time."
"Exactly my point. Look I've been thinking about it too and I think that we know enough magic to possibly become Aurors. Merlin knows that a lot of people will be needed and now that Voldemort's back Dumbledore is going to need everyone he can get."
"You really think that we can become Aurors? I mean, Fred, it's us."
"Here's the thing: we need to concentrate on the Quidditch season this year. I know that none of us is Captain yet, but one of us will be. Angelina, Katie and Alicia don't want the job and I don't think Harry does either. The new Keeper can't be because they're new, so that leaves it to one of us. Who knows, maybe we'll be co-captains. We need to set up a meeting with the existing players and discuss a tryout date and method. I'm thinking that we'll scrimmage all day; we're all in great shape so that could be easy. Whoever can stand it with us can be the new keeper."
"And if there's more than one?"
"We have Ange, Alicia and Kat shoot goals at them and whoever saves the most is the keeper."
"Sounds like a plan. The other teams this year should still be pretty good, although I don't know about Hufflepuff without Diggory. They could still be a threat though. Ravenclaw is always good. I was talking to Roger and he seems pretty confident with his team. No one graduated and there aren't any injuries that I know of, so they're definitely a threat. Now Slytherin, well, Flint finally left so he's out of the picture, which means that there should be less cheating, unless Malfoy becomes Captain. If he does, it's all out war with them, again. We just need to keep strong and in shape. Hopefully there won't be any injuries to speak of this year and we should have the cup in reach again."
"There you are!" Lee Jordan exclaimed as he entered the compartment occupied by the twins. "Conspiring already? And without me?" Georgia and Fred laughed as Lee sat down next to Fred and looked very put out.
"No Lee. We were talking about the Quidditch season this year," Georgia said. "We wouldn't conspire without you. It wouldn't be right."
"I know. So let the prank planning begin!" Lee shouted. The twins laughed and began to talk, with Lee, about upcoming pranks.
Hours after planning a thought crossed over Georgia's mind.
"Fred, Lee, who do you reckon will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" she asked.
"I don't know. My guess is a witch. We seem to have bad luck with wizards," Fred said. Lee agreed. The three could hear soft bangs outside of their compartment and angry voices. They looked quizzically at each other and opened the door to the compartment. The sight they saw made Georgia laugh out loud. Crabbe and Goyle were looking at a peculiar sight: a pure white ferret was squeaking and running around on the ground looking up, terrified, at a thirty year old witch. The witch turned to Georgia as she laughed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that," she said.
"I'm sorry?" Georgia apologized questionably.
"No. Don't be sorry," the witch said. Georgia was a little apprehensive as were Fred and Lee.
"Are you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Fred asked cautiously.
"Yes I am Mr. Weasley," she answered. Fred looked at Georgia.
"How did you know?" Fred asked.
"One can always spot a Weasley. They have brilliant red hair, adorable freckles and an amazing sense of humor. All except for that one, Percy, I think. He doesn't seem to have inherited the sense of humor part," the new teacher explained. "You must be Fredrick." Fred nodded and the witch looked at Georgia. "And you must be Georgina."
"Yes Professor."
"I've heard wonderful things about you two."
"From whom?" Fred asked, in shock.
"From your brothers Charlie and Bill, from friends of your family, from teachers and from people who just happen to bump into you." Fred and Georgia continued to look confused, as did Lee.
"I don't get it, why would people who just happen to bump into us praise us for things?" Fred asked.
"That is a very good question. Another good question is why am I still keeping Mr. Malfoy here as a ferret?"
"To teach a lesson? But what does that have to do with anything?" Georgia asked.
"Everything. Please let me use your compartment. We shall talk in there." The professor turned Malfoy back into himself and went into Georgia, Fred and Lee's compartment. The students sat across from the teacher.
"I have a question. Why us? Why did you hear all these things about us?" Georgia asked.
"You know Harry Potter, I assume. His father, mother and their best friends were my best friends at Hogwarts. We knew your mother and father. They were a couple of years ahead of us and we became friends with them. I decided to check up on them and see what they had been up to since they left Hogwarts and your names always came up. Whether it was about the outrageous pranks or the advanced classes that Molly seemed to keep forgetting about. All of it was good, except for being a little rambunctious but that isn't always bad."
"Professor, we never caught your name," Lee said.
"I never threw it. My name is Professor Figg," the teacher said.
"Arabella Figg? I heard Mum talking about you one time," Fred said. "She even told us about some of the pranks you and your friends pulled. They were great!"
Fred seemed very interested in the details of the pranks but Georgia wanted to know something else. What would teaching a lesson have to do with anything, if everything? She let her mind wander as Professor Figg went over the details of the Marauders' most famous pranks. Who would be taught the lesson? Who would teach it? Why would they teach/learn it? When? How? Where? Georgia! Why were her parents involved? Georgia!! Why were she and Fred involved? GEORGIA!! Fred's voice jolted her out of her thoughts.
"What?" she asked. Her brother, Lee and Figg were looking at her.
"Are you alright?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine. I was just thinking," she replied. "Professor, what does teaching a lesson have to do with anything?" The professor smiled.
"Georgia, my dear, it has to do with everything. We are constantly learning new things and someone has to be there to teach them. But with the new lessons, the old ones must be re-taught. You and your brother Fred are here to teach everyone the oldest lesson in existence. The one of love and compassion toward others."
"But why us? Why me and Fred?"
"Because the ones who teach the lesson often need to be taught something else. There is something you and Fred also need to be taught. You will know what it is when you finally understand it. You will know the lesson you are teaching when the person you taught finally understands it as well."
"I still don't understand why it's us."
"In order for you to continue living you must learn this lesson. And both of you need to understand it fully. It's not a simple lesson; it's very complex and will take a long time to fully comprehend. You have all of this year to complete the lesson. But I must leave now, we are arriving at the platform." With that Professor Figg left the stunned teenagers. Simultaneously the three students turned their heads toward one another. Without a word to each other they got up to exit the train.
A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to update. I had a severe case of writer's block and am struggling through it. Hopefully I can have another chapter up next week. I'm looking for my muse, it got lost. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows for smores. Until next time ~ Jenn