Author's note: YAY! I put in Fred and George because I miss them, and I
knew that my story would be boring without Fred and George. I'm also gonna
try and put them in the 2nd book when they were like 3 yrs old. They just
have to appear somewhere.
Oh! *author hits her head on the desk* I forgot a discalaimer! Stupid, stupid, STUPID me!
Discalaimer: I own nothing. In fact I am nothing. I wish I was an author, but we all know JKR is the real author here. All I own is Jamie. and maybe Seamus Finnigan's shoes. (once you read chapter six, you'll understand what I'm talking about.)
All right, now you can read.
A couple weeks later (after a series of the same classes, and the same conversations, and the same cloudy weather, same blah, blah, blah) Lisa ran up to Jamie, literally jumping up and down.
"Lisa, calm down! What are you so excited about?" Jamie asked. She couldn't help but laugh.
Lisa stopped jumping and looked shocked. "You silly goose!" she knocked on Jamie's head. But Jamie remained confused. "What?"
Lisa beamed, "Christmas!" she squealed.
"Oh" Jamie replied, slightly crestfallen. She would, of course, be staying here.
"Aren't you excited?"
Jamie gave in and smiled, "Yeah, I guess."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, "Oh, come on. We've got to do *something* before holidays."
Jamie smiled mischievously and considered this.
"Nifflers?" Lisa asked.
Jamie frowned, "A little too destructive. And plus - everyone's done nifflers."
Lisa screwed up her face in concentration. "What, then?"
Jamie grinned broadly. "Pixies."
"Pixies?"
"Mad pixies. We'll set them loose all over the castle."
Lisa gave a quiet *Oooohhhh* and began to grin as well.
Another thought struck Jamie, and she frowned. "There's only one problem."
Lisa looked perplexed, "What's that?"
Jamie sighed, "Where are we going to get a whole bunch of mad Cornish pixies before everyone leaves for the holidays?"
Lisa frowned and gave a small *hmm* before immediately brightening again. "You know who I should ask?"
"Who?"
Lisa smiled secretively.
"Is it this guy you keep telling me about?"
Lisa nodded.
"Has he asked you out yet?"
Lisa nodded again, still smiling.
"Would you at least tell me who it is?"
"Ron." she said simply.
"Ron?" Jamie exclaimed, slightly shocked.
"From Gryffindor."
"I know who Ron is," Jamie said. "But how is he supposed to help us? How's he supposed to get us a mad bunch of pixies?"
Lisa smiled broader than ever. "Fred and George."
"Brilliant!"
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OPERATION PIXIE:
It was a dull December morning in the Great Hall, two days before everyone went home for the holidays. It had been gray and chilly the past two months, but - to everyone's surprise and disappointment - it hadn't snowed yet. Some of the older students had tried to use magic to make it snow. Those who tried, usually ended up having a small single snowing cloud that would follow them around everywhere. Some ended up in the hospital wing due to freezing themselves, and Seamus Finnigan had managed to somehow make his shoes talk - and he didn't know how he did it. He eventually went to Hogsmeade to buy new ones, but Dumbledore - for some odd reason - asked Seamus if he could keep them. Seamus had handed over the chattering sneakers without complaint.
Ron and Harry approached the Gryffindor table for breakfast to see that Hermione was already there. Ron was incredibly hungry - as he always was - and did not hesitate to eat. Harry, however, stopped dead when he saw the food.
"Potatoes for breakfast?!" Harry exclaimed, and Ron tried to shush him with his mouth packed with food, which resulted in him spraying food everywhere.
Hermione sighed and said, "Harry, it's eggs and potatoes. They aren't the same potatoes as before."
"How do you know that?" he said, rounding on her.
Hermione pointed at the food. "They were mashed, these aren't."
Harry wasn't convinced. "They could have. *un*-mashed them." he said defensively - and somewhat lamely.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "How could they 'unmash' them, Harry?"
Harry squinted his eyes, "Those house elves can do a lot of magic even without wands."
"That is absolutely the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Hermione said.
"Heve gotta boin, do." Ron said with a full mouth, chiming into the conversation.
"Swallow first, Ron."
Ron swallowed and said, "Just try it, Harry."
Harry reluctantly tried the potatoes, and then with a rush, flung himself at the table and began to stuff his mouth. Ron laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
They heard a faint *hoot* and then masses of owls began to soar into the Great Hall, each of them swooping down to their recipient. An unfamiliar small white and gray speckled owl landed in front of Ron, with a small note tied to his leg. Harry reached out for it, and the owl bit his hand - hard.
Harry snatched back his hand and glared at the tiny owl.
"Bu I neber gib ail." a perplexed Ron said - his words muffled by the food in his mouth. He gave the owl a bite of Harry's potatoes (I was gonna eat that!) and opened the note when the owl flew off.
Ron,
Jamie and I are setting pixies loose in the castle before the holidays. Tell no one. Please contact Fred and George - we don't exactly have the pixies, and we need all the help we can get. Tell them to send them directly to the North Tower at exactly 1:00 am. Meet us there.
Lisa
Ron shoved the note into the pocket of his robes, and stuffed his mouth so he wouldn't have to answer Harry and Hermione's questions.
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12:53 am
Jamie stood patiently outside the Ravenclaw common room - waiting for Lisa. She still hadn't come out. Jamie sighed, used the password Lisa had told her, and entered the common room. *It's certainly a lot more inviting than the Slytherin common room,* she thought. Jamie walked around the couch to sit down. She wasn't tired - it's just that standing that long was slowly draining her fortitude. She was about to sit down, when she finally found Lisa - sleeping on the sofa.
Jamie shook her gently by the shoulders, "Wake up, Lisa." She said, vaguely thinking of how nice it would be to sleep.
Lisa moaned and rolled over.
"Lisa!" Jamie whispered harshly - straining not to raise her voice and wake up anyone else.
Lisa rolled onto her back and propped her self up on her elbows, and pushed the hair out of her face. "What?" she said groggily.
"We have to go NOW!" Jamie stated.
Lisa yawned and sat up completely, and then tried to get up from the couch, stumbling every now and then.
It was taking an eternity - Jamie rolled her eyes and asked, "Am I gonna need to use a Waking Charm?"
Lisa yawned again and shook her head, giving a vague moan that indistinctly resembled a "no", and then stumbled again.
Jamie shook her head and took out her wand. "Antidormus," she muttered.
Lisa yawned once again, shook off the stiffness, and lifted her head - showing her lively blue eyes. She stood up from her previously hunched position. "Come on, what are we waiting for?" she said - in an unnaturally cheerful voice.
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Ron had been pretending to sleep for almost an hour - which is a dreadfully challenging thing to do when you, yourself, are already drowsy. He had had to go up to bed when Harry did, or else Harry would probably have waited, and therefore asked where he had gone the next day. Ron couldn't go to the common room either, until he was absolutely sure nobody was down there. The only way he could keep awake, was pinch himself hard when he felt he was falling asleep.
This proved to be exceedingly painful after numerous times. It was 12:53. Ron figured he should probably go down now.
Not long after he got up from his four-poster bed to put on his shoes, he heard Harry's voice say, "Ron, is that you?"
*Doesn't he ever sleep?* Ron thought.
"Er - no." he whispered
"Then who is it?"
Ron sighed, "It's me. Ron."
Harry paused. Ron paused as well - it was a rather perplexing answer considering the last one he gave.
"Where are you going?" he asked after a moment.
"The North t-" Ron began, but then realized Harry would probably ask why he was going to the North Tower. "There's no time to explain, just come."
Harry got up without hesitation - obviously not very tired.
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"Ron?"
"Lisa?"
"Lisa?"
"Harry?!"
"Jamie?"
"What?"
*Crash.*
"Ouch!"
"George, its Ron!"
"Fred?"
"Yours truly."
"Fred?"
"Harry?"
"George?"
"Ouch! Stop that!"
"Damn!"
"What?"
"Wand."
"Oh."
"Lumos."
Light illuminated the vast stairway that led up to the top of the North Tower. Apparently, Fred and George had been going down the steps, when Ron and Harry had been going up - with Jamie and Lisa not too far behind. This had not been so obvious before Harry had lit his wand. It was a lucky thing he always kept it with him out of habit.
"How'd you get here?" Lisa asked.
"Broomstick." Fred answered simply.
"So, what are the mad Cornish pixies for?" George asked.
"I'm guessing you're up to no good." Fred added, grinning.
"Brings back some good memories, doesn't it, Fred?" George asked, turning to Fred.
"Indeed, it does." He replied, smiling reminiscently.
"Pixies?" Harry asked, utterly confused about the whole situation.
Fred looked shocked. "Harry! I thought this would have been your idea!"
George shook his head sadly, "Where did we go wrong?"
"Would someone please fill him in?" Fred called out.
Ron said something in Harry's ear, and Harry burst out laughing.
"Who came up with this?" he asked when he finally recovered.
Jamie smiled and laughed. Lisa had her fingers pointed toward her.
"So, where are they?" Ron asked, looking around.
"Oh, the pixies?" Fred asked. George was pointing his right index finger upward. "They're up at the top. We've got about seven cages full of them." he continued.
"Brilliant!" Lisa exclaimed, and ran past Fred and George and up the steps. Everyone else followed.
"So, how are we going to pull this off?" Harry asked when they all finally reached the top of the tower. "Without the pixies attacking us, I mean."
Jamie answered without hesitation, "We need them to be left contained until the morning, so we will be leaving the pixies locked in various-" Jamie stopped when Lisa conjured a map of the entire school in midair. "Go on, Jamie." She prodded encouragingly. So Jamie went on, "-various classrooms positioned throughout the school."
At this, Lisa pointed to the planned areas of release with her wand. Jamie ignored it. "First, in the Divination classroom, since it's closest. Then Charms, Transfiguration, Potions-" Fred gave a loud laugh at that, ".Defense against the Dark Arts, and if we have time, we should probably leave some in the greenhouses."
Lisa continued when Jamie stopped speaking. "So, when the professors get back from breakfast and prepare for their first class, the pixies will be set loose."
Harry nodded, and then asked another question, "How will we get into the classrooms if they're already locked?"
Fred smiled and George spoke. "You honestly don't think we came only to bring the pixies?"
"We brought other things as well." Fred said smugly, and George held up a knife that looked similar to the one Harry got from Sirius a few years back. A key to every lock.
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Oh! *author hits her head on the desk* I forgot a discalaimer! Stupid, stupid, STUPID me!
Discalaimer: I own nothing. In fact I am nothing. I wish I was an author, but we all know JKR is the real author here. All I own is Jamie. and maybe Seamus Finnigan's shoes. (once you read chapter six, you'll understand what I'm talking about.)
All right, now you can read.
A couple weeks later (after a series of the same classes, and the same conversations, and the same cloudy weather, same blah, blah, blah) Lisa ran up to Jamie, literally jumping up and down.
"Lisa, calm down! What are you so excited about?" Jamie asked. She couldn't help but laugh.
Lisa stopped jumping and looked shocked. "You silly goose!" she knocked on Jamie's head. But Jamie remained confused. "What?"
Lisa beamed, "Christmas!" she squealed.
"Oh" Jamie replied, slightly crestfallen. She would, of course, be staying here.
"Aren't you excited?"
Jamie gave in and smiled, "Yeah, I guess."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, "Oh, come on. We've got to do *something* before holidays."
Jamie smiled mischievously and considered this.
"Nifflers?" Lisa asked.
Jamie frowned, "A little too destructive. And plus - everyone's done nifflers."
Lisa screwed up her face in concentration. "What, then?"
Jamie grinned broadly. "Pixies."
"Pixies?"
"Mad pixies. We'll set them loose all over the castle."
Lisa gave a quiet *Oooohhhh* and began to grin as well.
Another thought struck Jamie, and she frowned. "There's only one problem."
Lisa looked perplexed, "What's that?"
Jamie sighed, "Where are we going to get a whole bunch of mad Cornish pixies before everyone leaves for the holidays?"
Lisa frowned and gave a small *hmm* before immediately brightening again. "You know who I should ask?"
"Who?"
Lisa smiled secretively.
"Is it this guy you keep telling me about?"
Lisa nodded.
"Has he asked you out yet?"
Lisa nodded again, still smiling.
"Would you at least tell me who it is?"
"Ron." she said simply.
"Ron?" Jamie exclaimed, slightly shocked.
"From Gryffindor."
"I know who Ron is," Jamie said. "But how is he supposed to help us? How's he supposed to get us a mad bunch of pixies?"
Lisa smiled broader than ever. "Fred and George."
"Brilliant!"
~~~~~~~~~~
OPERATION PIXIE:
It was a dull December morning in the Great Hall, two days before everyone went home for the holidays. It had been gray and chilly the past two months, but - to everyone's surprise and disappointment - it hadn't snowed yet. Some of the older students had tried to use magic to make it snow. Those who tried, usually ended up having a small single snowing cloud that would follow them around everywhere. Some ended up in the hospital wing due to freezing themselves, and Seamus Finnigan had managed to somehow make his shoes talk - and he didn't know how he did it. He eventually went to Hogsmeade to buy new ones, but Dumbledore - for some odd reason - asked Seamus if he could keep them. Seamus had handed over the chattering sneakers without complaint.
Ron and Harry approached the Gryffindor table for breakfast to see that Hermione was already there. Ron was incredibly hungry - as he always was - and did not hesitate to eat. Harry, however, stopped dead when he saw the food.
"Potatoes for breakfast?!" Harry exclaimed, and Ron tried to shush him with his mouth packed with food, which resulted in him spraying food everywhere.
Hermione sighed and said, "Harry, it's eggs and potatoes. They aren't the same potatoes as before."
"How do you know that?" he said, rounding on her.
Hermione pointed at the food. "They were mashed, these aren't."
Harry wasn't convinced. "They could have. *un*-mashed them." he said defensively - and somewhat lamely.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "How could they 'unmash' them, Harry?"
Harry squinted his eyes, "Those house elves can do a lot of magic even without wands."
"That is absolutely the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Hermione said.
"Heve gotta boin, do." Ron said with a full mouth, chiming into the conversation.
"Swallow first, Ron."
Ron swallowed and said, "Just try it, Harry."
Harry reluctantly tried the potatoes, and then with a rush, flung himself at the table and began to stuff his mouth. Ron laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
They heard a faint *hoot* and then masses of owls began to soar into the Great Hall, each of them swooping down to their recipient. An unfamiliar small white and gray speckled owl landed in front of Ron, with a small note tied to his leg. Harry reached out for it, and the owl bit his hand - hard.
Harry snatched back his hand and glared at the tiny owl.
"Bu I neber gib ail." a perplexed Ron said - his words muffled by the food in his mouth. He gave the owl a bite of Harry's potatoes (I was gonna eat that!) and opened the note when the owl flew off.
Ron,
Jamie and I are setting pixies loose in the castle before the holidays. Tell no one. Please contact Fred and George - we don't exactly have the pixies, and we need all the help we can get. Tell them to send them directly to the North Tower at exactly 1:00 am. Meet us there.
Lisa
Ron shoved the note into the pocket of his robes, and stuffed his mouth so he wouldn't have to answer Harry and Hermione's questions.
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12:53 am
Jamie stood patiently outside the Ravenclaw common room - waiting for Lisa. She still hadn't come out. Jamie sighed, used the password Lisa had told her, and entered the common room. *It's certainly a lot more inviting than the Slytherin common room,* she thought. Jamie walked around the couch to sit down. She wasn't tired - it's just that standing that long was slowly draining her fortitude. She was about to sit down, when she finally found Lisa - sleeping on the sofa.
Jamie shook her gently by the shoulders, "Wake up, Lisa." She said, vaguely thinking of how nice it would be to sleep.
Lisa moaned and rolled over.
"Lisa!" Jamie whispered harshly - straining not to raise her voice and wake up anyone else.
Lisa rolled onto her back and propped her self up on her elbows, and pushed the hair out of her face. "What?" she said groggily.
"We have to go NOW!" Jamie stated.
Lisa yawned and sat up completely, and then tried to get up from the couch, stumbling every now and then.
It was taking an eternity - Jamie rolled her eyes and asked, "Am I gonna need to use a Waking Charm?"
Lisa yawned again and shook her head, giving a vague moan that indistinctly resembled a "no", and then stumbled again.
Jamie shook her head and took out her wand. "Antidormus," she muttered.
Lisa yawned once again, shook off the stiffness, and lifted her head - showing her lively blue eyes. She stood up from her previously hunched position. "Come on, what are we waiting for?" she said - in an unnaturally cheerful voice.
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Ron had been pretending to sleep for almost an hour - which is a dreadfully challenging thing to do when you, yourself, are already drowsy. He had had to go up to bed when Harry did, or else Harry would probably have waited, and therefore asked where he had gone the next day. Ron couldn't go to the common room either, until he was absolutely sure nobody was down there. The only way he could keep awake, was pinch himself hard when he felt he was falling asleep.
This proved to be exceedingly painful after numerous times. It was 12:53. Ron figured he should probably go down now.
Not long after he got up from his four-poster bed to put on his shoes, he heard Harry's voice say, "Ron, is that you?"
*Doesn't he ever sleep?* Ron thought.
"Er - no." he whispered
"Then who is it?"
Ron sighed, "It's me. Ron."
Harry paused. Ron paused as well - it was a rather perplexing answer considering the last one he gave.
"Where are you going?" he asked after a moment.
"The North t-" Ron began, but then realized Harry would probably ask why he was going to the North Tower. "There's no time to explain, just come."
Harry got up without hesitation - obviously not very tired.
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"Ron?"
"Lisa?"
"Lisa?"
"Harry?!"
"Jamie?"
"What?"
*Crash.*
"Ouch!"
"George, its Ron!"
"Fred?"
"Yours truly."
"Fred?"
"Harry?"
"George?"
"Ouch! Stop that!"
"Damn!"
"What?"
"Wand."
"Oh."
"Lumos."
Light illuminated the vast stairway that led up to the top of the North Tower. Apparently, Fred and George had been going down the steps, when Ron and Harry had been going up - with Jamie and Lisa not too far behind. This had not been so obvious before Harry had lit his wand. It was a lucky thing he always kept it with him out of habit.
"How'd you get here?" Lisa asked.
"Broomstick." Fred answered simply.
"So, what are the mad Cornish pixies for?" George asked.
"I'm guessing you're up to no good." Fred added, grinning.
"Brings back some good memories, doesn't it, Fred?" George asked, turning to Fred.
"Indeed, it does." He replied, smiling reminiscently.
"Pixies?" Harry asked, utterly confused about the whole situation.
Fred looked shocked. "Harry! I thought this would have been your idea!"
George shook his head sadly, "Where did we go wrong?"
"Would someone please fill him in?" Fred called out.
Ron said something in Harry's ear, and Harry burst out laughing.
"Who came up with this?" he asked when he finally recovered.
Jamie smiled and laughed. Lisa had her fingers pointed toward her.
"So, where are they?" Ron asked, looking around.
"Oh, the pixies?" Fred asked. George was pointing his right index finger upward. "They're up at the top. We've got about seven cages full of them." he continued.
"Brilliant!" Lisa exclaimed, and ran past Fred and George and up the steps. Everyone else followed.
"So, how are we going to pull this off?" Harry asked when they all finally reached the top of the tower. "Without the pixies attacking us, I mean."
Jamie answered without hesitation, "We need them to be left contained until the morning, so we will be leaving the pixies locked in various-" Jamie stopped when Lisa conjured a map of the entire school in midair. "Go on, Jamie." She prodded encouragingly. So Jamie went on, "-various classrooms positioned throughout the school."
At this, Lisa pointed to the planned areas of release with her wand. Jamie ignored it. "First, in the Divination classroom, since it's closest. Then Charms, Transfiguration, Potions-" Fred gave a loud laugh at that, ".Defense against the Dark Arts, and if we have time, we should probably leave some in the greenhouses."
Lisa continued when Jamie stopped speaking. "So, when the professors get back from breakfast and prepare for their first class, the pixies will be set loose."
Harry nodded, and then asked another question, "How will we get into the classrooms if they're already locked?"
Fred smiled and George spoke. "You honestly don't think we came only to bring the pixies?"
"We brought other things as well." Fred said smugly, and George held up a knife that looked similar to the one Harry got from Sirius a few years back. A key to every lock.
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