~ Twin Terrors ~
~ Song: "No Place That Far" by: Sarah Evans
St. Jackson Park
Muggle Side
Racing down a concrete trail, the boys pass through a magical barrier between the magical and muggle side of the park. As they pass tables and stairs with railings, the boys start alternate between themselves who would do a stunt. Becoming extremely competitive with each other, pushing the other to do something crazier then the last time. Creating havoc as they use the wand while they tried to out do the other with twists, high jumps and sometimes flips in the air.
From high in the shy, Harry, Fred and George had no problem tracking them. Using an invisibility spell, each was appalled as to the stunts the kids were pulling. Several times, Fred or George had to pull out their wands preventing the kids from getting any serious injuries.
Flying next to them, Harry smirks as he hears the comments whizzing between Fred and George. Choking back his laughter, Harry suggests, "We should go lower. There are trees up ahead."
"Good idea mate," agrees George dipping his handle downwards. Slowing down as he nears the ground George pulls up leaving about four feet between his broom and the ground.
George slowly speeds up, noticing that the kids are turning a sharp corner. Taking the corner too fast George makes a wide turn, keeping his eyes on the kids he's not watching where he's going. Leaning to his right almost off his broom to make the fast wide turn following the boys.
BOOM!
"MOMMY!" shrieks loudly across the entire park, causing chills to run up everyone's spine.
St. Jackson Park
Muggle Side
Four pounding firsts slammed into his backside, causing George to grunt in pain. The blessed sounds of two brooms landing near him. Slowly pushing up, George instantly notes the warm body under him.
"Mommy killer," shouts one of the two boys as the other attempts to bust out of Harry's grip, swinging his feet at him.
"Dead! That's what you are," shrieks the other boy as his brother bites Fred's hand.
"Bloody hell," hisses Fred gripping his kid tighter. "That hurt."
"Give me a break," mutters George. Blinking George looks down to the woman he knocked over. "I've sorry Miss … Merlin." Shock slams into him. Shifting his weight to his right side, George uses his left hand to wipe her hair out of her face. "Mione?" Drinking in her features, George swallows hard.
"George? Hurry up," snaps Fred. "These two are stronger then you would think."
Carefully George expedited himself off the woman on the ground. Reaching under her, he gently picks her up. Cradling her in his arms, George snaps, "Enough!"
"You dirty…" sneers one of the boys.
"Look," states George calmly. "I'm taking her to see Madam Pomfrey, where..."
"Mommy knapper!" hisses other boy outraged. "You're not taking my mommy away from me."
Gritting his teeth, George releases a breath before starting again. "You remember the nice lady who healed you," pausing George looks to the other kid. "Or you. Well, that's where I'm going to take your mum, so that she can get healed."
The two kids look at each other and nod their heads. "We're coming with you."
"That's fine," breathes a relived George.
Harry and Fred let go of the kids who were no longer struggling. Curiosities Harry peers closer at the woman in George's arms. Green eyes quickly flash up to blue eyes, which have a bright sparkle that has been missing for years.
Gently with the help of Fred, George carried the woman back to the reunion. As the boys hitched broom rides with Harry and Fred.
Dumbledore's Hogwarts
Reunion
Weasley Table
Watching the skies Molly was surprised to see her sons flying back so swiftly. They were flying slightly funny, from what Molly could detect. "Arthur dear," asks Molly. "Is it me or are they flying funny?"
Looking up, Arthur states, "Nope. Your right, they are flying funny." Getting up from the table, Arthur and Molly head over to the Head Table. Pointing out his kids, Arthur wanted Madam Pomfrey ready for whatever they were bring back with them.
"Great Merlin," whispers Minerva standing up quickly with a hand over her mouth. "Albus," croaks Minerva pointing to the landing trio. "Can it possibly be?" All the teachers quickly look over, many gasp in shock as Madam Pomfrey moves with unusual speed towards George.
With a flick of his wand, Albus Dumbledore magically erects a medical tent. They group was swept inside before it could even land properly. Arthur and Molly look at each other, and then spring towards the tent closely followed by Dumbledore with Minerva.
Inside the tent, George places the woman in his arms on one of the beds. He places one of her hands in his. Not even Madam Pomfrey usual comments or arguments were swaying him from the bedside. Harry and Fred had to land very low to the ground, everyone watched rather fascinated as two flaming red haired and eyed little boys stepped out from behind them.
Putting her hands on her hips, Molly narrows her eyes dangerously at her son. "What have you done?"
"He hurt my mommy," cry both boys while pointing to George.
Glaring at George, Molly corrals the two boys into her embrace. "George! What were you thinking?"
"Mum," mutters Fred as Harry says softly, "It's Hermione."
Paling a bit, Molly looks over the prone woman. Closing her eyes and offering up a prayer, Molly hugs the two boys closer to her. "Has it be verified?"
"No," answers Harry. "But we're working on it."
Looking over to Arthur, Molly mouths to him to get the family scepter. A magical instrument that detected family members, each pureblood family had one, since they were expensive. What was needed to make the scepter work was the head of the family, plus a spoken charm with the specter over the head of the individual being tested.
"I'll go get the specter," mutters Arthur leaving Molly with the twins. Pulling the two boys out of the tent, Molly motherly soothes their worries. Calming them down, she smiles as they somewhat clutch at her.
A bright smile blooms across Molly's face as Arthur rounds the tent holding the family scepter. When Arthur reaches Molly, they intertwine their hands. Looking at each other hopefully. "Excuse me," says Molly getting the twins attention.
"Yes," they answer, looking up at Molly then over to Arthur. "Hey! Are you related to Fred and George?"
"Yes," states Arthur looking extremely pleased. "I'm their father and this is my wife, Molly, their mother."
"Pleased to meet ya," reply the boys. Suddenly looking serious, they question, "What can we do for you?"
"Well," starts Molly stumbling over her next few words until Arthur gently squeezes her hand. "We were wondering if you would let us test you." At this several members of the Weasley family look up. Spying their father with the family scepter, they watch the exchange in fascination.
"Test us," questions one of the boys. "For what and how?"
"This," says Arthur holding up the scepter. "Is the family scepter. I would like you permission to test you. I want to see if you're retaliated to us. I..."
"How?" interrupts one of the boys looking fascinated.
Taking a breath, Arthur launches into an explanation, "After using an enchantment," pausing to better word it. "After saying a charm, I place it above your head. If it glows then, we're related. I…"
"Fine," interrupts the other. "Just do what you need too." Closing his eyes, Arthur mutters the enchantment while holding the scepter above their heads. Seconds after Arthur finishes muttering the enchantment, dully starts to glow, suddenly it burst out in blinding bright light.
Jumping back the twins instantly cover their eyes. "Guess we're related."
Molly squeals, hugging Arthur hard. "I have grandchildren."
"So you're our grandparents?" they ask together. Molly watches the two boys, wondering what they were thinking. Also wondering if there was a simple way to tell them apart, that she missed part of the conversation the boy were having. "I wouldn't want to be the one to tell mother where the babysitter is."
"Me either," agrees his brother. "I wonder where we can go to get something to eat."
"Yeah I'm hungry," mutters his brother rubbing his stomach.
"Yes," replies Molly smiling down at them in a motherly fashion. "Since you're my grandchildren, you can come eat with me. There's plenty of food."
"Really," exclaims one of the boys. "You wouldn't happen to have a sweatshirt or anything?"
"Sweatshirt?" questions Molly slightly confused.
"Sweater," asks the other boy. "It's getting kind-of cold. And mom would kill us if we got sick on her."
"Yes, I have sweaters," laughs Molly looking relieved.
"Lead the way, My Fair Lady Gramma," courses the twins holding out a hand for her. Taking their outstretched hands, Molly gladly leads the way to the Weasley table. As they take a seat, she pulls out Fred and George's out sweater. Muttering a charm, she shrinks them and removes the F and G in front.
"I have one blue and one green," Molly says as she holds them out for them to inspect.
"Jason," states Jacob. "You take the green one and I'll take the blue."
"That's fine," agrees Jason. When they put on their sweaters, Molly mutters another charm writing their names on the sweaters. That way everyone can tell them apart. The two boys are introduce to several members of their growing family.
"Molly," whispers Minerva after a half an hour. "It looks like their mother is getting ready to wake up."
"What happens if she doesn't?" ask Jacob; suddenly both Jason and Jacob look scared. Pulling both of the close to her, Molly reassures them that their mother was in good hands. Making their way over to the tent, Molly had her grandchildren under her protective embrace.
Medical Tent
Whispered conversations, soft whimpers, muffled reassurances seeped in. They must have the television turned on. But if they do…why does it sound like their crying? Wait my babies are crying! Bolting straight up, gasping she opens her eyes only to have the bright light hurt her eyes. Squeezing them shut, she feels gentle hand guiding her back down on the bed.
"There now," comforts Madam Pomfrey. "Everything is fine. Just lie back down and slowly open your eyes."
Reluctantly cracking opening her eyes, looking up into the kind caring eyes. Confused the woman looks over the face above her. She looks familiar, but where would I know her from? When Madam Pomfrey stands back, the young woman instantly notices lots of red heads mulling all around her. Bloody hell! Where's the fire? Could their hair color be any closer to…oh god.
One in particular draws her attention with his blue eyes. Lowing her eyes, she notices that he's holding her hand in his. Those eyes, where have I seen them before. Blinking, she looks over his face. Gasping it dawns on her. "George! Oh, my god. George!" Blinking away fresh tears, George gently squeezes her hand.
Hearing soft whimpers again, she slowly turns her head. There clutching desperately to an older woman were her two red eyed babies. "Jason? Jacob?"
"MOMMY!" shouts both of her boys rushing right up to her bed with such force that it moved. One climbed right onto her lap. Hugging her tight, Jacob says, "You won't believe the day we're having!"
"We're related to rabbits!" exclaims Jason throwing his hands wide. "Can I have one?"
"What?" questions their mother.
Ignoring his mother, Jason continues, "We have so many relatives we could take over a third world country. From there we could plot and plan for world domination!" At this declaration, most of the adults look concerned.
"And we can have pizza for lunch everyday," laughs Jacob before adding. "And Chocolate Hot Fudge Sundays for dinner." Looking at each other them shout, "And school twenty four seven!" At this several of the adults present stifle their chuckles, since the statement was pure Hermione.
"What about baseball?" calmly asks their mother.
"Ok," says Jason exasperated. "The plan needs work, but still it's a possibility."
"Alright," bluntly states Madam Pomfrey shooing everyone out. "I need to examine my patient."
Reluctantly Jacob climbs off his mother's lap. Staring at her with such intensity, "I'm just memorizing what you look like," whispers Jacob.
"She's going to be fine," happily states Jason wrapping an arm around his brother. "That nice lady fixed me up in a jiffy."
"Fixed you? What do you mean fixed you," demands their mother.
Both of her boys look at their mother before stating, "Gotta go mom. We'll see you in a bit." Smiling fast the two kids dash out of the make shift tent. "That was close."
"Ok," starts Madam Pomfrey pulling out her wand. "Now I want you to relax, this won't hurt a bit." Smiling to calm her patient, she quickly went to work.
Weasley Table
Settling back into their places, Jason and Jacob were relieved that their mother was awake. Molly was busy fussing over them, unlike her kids; her grandchildren loved it when she fussed over them.
"Well Molly," coldly greets an old woman. "Who do you have here?"
A small fake smile is stiffly fixed on Molly's face as she answers, "These are my grandchild, Jason and Jacob, Meredith."
Meredith sneers, "Really which one of your many children is their father?" with smug smile. Her narrow hawk like eyes, glitter at Molly.
"My son, George is their father," happily states Molly while bracing herself for whatever was coming next.
"George? I thought he wasn't married," comments Meredith watching Molly's cheeks flame with embarrassment. "So your single son had children out of wedlock? I wonder if he was even planning on telling you that he has kids. Tell me, if you can. Who is the mother?"
Paling, Molly desperately wants to snap that their mother was Hermione Granger. But that fact hasn't been verified yet. Swallowing her resentment, Molly coldly states, "That's none of your business."
"Poor Molly," coldly states Meredith as she slinks away. Unknown to both women, Jason and Jacob were watching the exchange. Both boys narrowed their eyes at the woman slithering away. Without taking their eyes off her, in silent communication they smirk and nod.
Medical Tent
Muttering a charm, Madam Pomfrey waves her wand over the young woman's body. A bright glow radiates off the head. Muttering several more charms, Madam Pomfrey nods her head. "My dear, do you suffer from chronic headaches?"
"Yes," answers the woman. "And some times pain and pressure."
"Hmm," huffs Madam Pomfrey. "That would explain some of this. Do you know your name?"
"Well, the detectives I hired," responses the woman. "Say that my name is Hermione Granger, but I don't remember anything past waking up in a hospital in America. Before they came up with that name, I was going by Jane Street."
"Miss Granger," happily stresses Madam Pomfrey. "You have an old hair-line fracture in your scull, plus several stress points which has caused the memory lapse along with those painful headaches."
"Can you fix it," asks George still holding Hermione's hand.
"Seeing how she is starting to remember on her own," Madam Pomfrey stops at George's downfallen face. "It would be rather simple, I'll need a potion from Severus. Afterwards, Miss Granger will need her rest." At this Albus Dumbledore coughs lightly letting his presence be known. "All right, she can go join the reunion, but only if she takes it easy."
"Thank you Poppy," says Dumbledore his bright blue eyes twinkling madly. "I believe that there are many people interested in seeing Hermione again. Minerva, not with standing."
"That's fine, Albus. I just don't want her over exerting herself," states Madam Pomfrey. "Now I'll be right back, I just need to see Severus for that potion." Stepping out of the tent, she quickly makes her way over to the teacher's table. Exchanging words with both Severus and Minerva.
Weasley Table
Smiling brightly, Minerva walks up to Molly. Grasping her hand, Minerva says, "It's Hermione. She's been returned to us."
"Was she lost?" asks Jason as the two women cry out in joy and embrace each other. Jason looks to Jacob, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Since the two women were caught up with their emotions, Jason and Jacob quietly set their plan into action.
Medical Tent
Holding out a vial, Madam Pomfrey orders. "Drink that down, then you can join George and your children at the Weasley table. I want to see you before you leave."
"Yes Madam," agrees George giving Madam Pomfrey a salute. Giving George a reprimand look, Madam Pomfrey lets them past. Using George to help her balance herself. Hermione felt like she finally came home when he tucked her in his arms. Stepping out of the tent and into the bright sunshine, Hermione flinched from the brightness of it all.
Several feet away from the Weasley table, Hermione looks around for her children when the sound of a pair of fast paced step bounding towards her alerts her that her kids are coming.
"Mommy," they happily greet her. Cleaning away space at the table just for her. "Have a seat. There's food too if you're hungry."
BANG!
"What in Merlin's name?" Meredith screeches loudly from around the corner. Seconds later, an old woman cover in purple goop approaches the table. Glaring at Molly, then her kids.
"Fred! George," gasps Molly struggling not to laugh. "How could you?"
"But mum," argues Fred looking amused.
"Really Molly," sneers Meredith wiping the goop.
"It wasn't them," states Jacob glaring at Meredith.
Standing up on the bench, Jason proudly exclaims, "It was us. We did it."
"Jason Alexander and Jacob Ryan," hisses Hermione looking at them. "Why did you do that?" But her children were focused on Meredith.
"No one," states Jacob clenching his jaw in anger. "But no one makes our grandmother ashamed of herself or her family!"
"You should happy that dad took the wand away from us," bluntly states Jason. "Or it would have been worse!"
"Yeah," agrees Jacob. "You're not wanted here. So go away! You ugly hag!"
Until Later