heya!!!!!!
I love Remus Lupin, Fred and George, (and Draco too)
If I were to own them, I'd DiE from happiness!!! (wouldn't you?)
So good thing I don't, and neither do you
ëcause then there would be no one to read and REVIEW!
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lol
that one I made up all by me onesies.
Now, onto more important matters:
NOT bench, there is no bench
black silk is exclusive and specialized just for a certain someone
there is NO grey and black (ughhhhH!!!!!!)
and pastels (I think cotton's good for this one) ROCK!!!!!!
yay moony!
Ok, here comes marvelous, fabulous, wonderous….
CHAPTER SEVEN!!!
oops. CHAPTER EIGHT!!!! (maybe if I got more reviews I could bother to remember what chapter I'm on)
"Shall we set off, then?" Talia asked hesitantly. She had no way of knowing what sort of memories or thoughts the sight of Hogwarts brought into the twins' minds.
"I reckon so," said George, sliding a grin to his other half.
The three set off, Fred and George with a jaunty gait and Talia joining them apprehensively.
When they reached the tall, ornate double doors, Fred and George stopped.
"Right then." said Fred quietly, reaching in his pocket, and then "Just one moment" as he slid what looked unmistakably like a stretched human ear out of his pocket and slid the thinnest end through the crack between the massive doors. He leaned in to it, then removed it carefully. "OK. All clear," he said conversationally, slipping theÖthing back into his pocket.
"Mind telling me what just happened?" asked a bewildered Talia.
"Ah, yes. Extendable Ear." said George as if this explained everything.
"You can hear into a chamber without actually entering it. We invented it" said Fred smugly. "I was just having a listen to make sure we weren't interrupting a feast or meal."
"See, these are the Great Hall doors." said George. "Think how much more trouble we'd be in if they knew we were back and on the grounds after hours. Umbridge'd have a fit!"
"If we get caught now, there's no escape from her." said Fred grimly. "No brooms this time."
"Who's she?" asked Talia, now thoroughly confused.
"Never mind." said Fred peevishly. "Wish we had the Marauder's Map with us, there'd be no trouble staying out of teachers' ways."
"What?! Who?" asked Talia in a final act of desperation.
The twins sighed. "Just follow us." They carefully pushed open the heavy doors so as not to make a sound, and the three were inside. Talia gaped. The incredible bewitched ceiling, the beautiful stonework- this was nothing like she'd ever seen before.
"C'mon!" whispered Fred, tugging her by the arm towards a large painting of a wizened old man wearing strange clothes.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket, looking around to make sure they weren't being watched. He muttered something intelligible and tapped the gilded frame twice. The portrait seemed to stretch and squeeze until a passageway was visible behind it. Fred and George quickly stepped inside. Once again, Talia was breathless. "How do you-?"
"Hold on." said Fred. "First we need to get back to the Gryffindor common room, get warmed up. Then we'll show you to Dumbledore's office."
Talia cringed. Dumbledore? The doddering old fool, supposed to be the only one with the power to defeat her ma-
No. Not her master. Not anymore. Her allegiances had changed. There was no going back. She mentally reprimanded herself for not keeping an open mind.
"OK." she said, though not truly sure of her willingness to do so.
She stepped into the passageway, and the picture frame stretched again so as to hide its entrance. It was dark, but there was just enough head room to walk comfortably along.
"Just hope we don't run into Filch- the caretaker." added George. "He knows about this one." They were climbing higher and higher, and slowly curving left, until-
SMACK.
Talia ran straight into George's back as the twins stopped, knocking the three of them over. "Sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed, disentangling herself from the twins.
Fred looked amused, turning back to the apparent door in front of them. "Right then: you go first," he said to George. George opened it slowly, revealing what looked to be the backside of a tapestry. He pushed it forward to make space for his descent, and jumped. "Mademoiselle, you next." Said Fred with a little bow. She pushed the tapestry away gingerly and jumped, landing on a cushy armchair in the corner of a cozy looking room. There were other chairs and tables dispersed throughout and a large, warm fire on the opposite side.
"Scoot." Said Fred pleasantly, and she moved off the chair to make room for his landing. "We'll be right back." George called, both twins walking up a staircase. "Just stay there." This gave her an opportunity to look around what she assumed was the common room, noticing the many books and bags strewn about the tables.
Minutes later they returned, flushed and slightly panicked looks on the twins' handsome faces.
"We have to get to Dumbledore. Now!" said George, puffing. "I know where we are…but something's wrong."
Fred looked nervous. "Come on!" he said, opening what seemed to be another portrait-hole door with a picture of a rather overweight woman on the reverse. "New students?" she said, beaming. "I haven't seen you before!"
The twins ignored her, full out sprinting down the corridor outside with Talia close behind. The three came to a stairwell, and they flew down it, stumbling but keeping the pace. Talia recognized the Great Hall ahead of them, but they merely sprinted down another corridor and then stopped abruptly in front of a large statue of a gargoyle. Fred and George had been here countless times before in the spirit of their mischief-making, enough to guess at the password.
"Cockroach Cluster?"
"Lemon Drop!"
"Sherbert Sucker!"
"Pepper Imp?"
The gargoyle moved aside, and the trio raced up the stone passageway up to Dumbledore's office. "Funny." said Fred, at the top, "I don't recognize the decorations."
Neither George nor Talia had the time or sense of mind to
realize the implications of this, by the time the three reached the door to his
office. George flung it open, throwing
caution to the wind, and the three burst into his office.
Talia saw a wizened old man sitting at a desk, around the room were various
magical objects which she did not recognize.
A large bird was in a cage in the corner…
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. Can I help you?" he said, very calm
"Is that a… phoenix?" breathed Talia, astounded.
"His name is Fawkes." said the man. "And you are…?"
"Talia." she said, reddening.
"Professor, the queerest thing happened, we were in the Gryffindor common room, and-" started Fred impatiently.
"Slow down." Dumbledore said gently. "What is your name?"
"You must be joking!" said George in obvious disbelief.
"I assure you, I am not. Sit down."
He conjured three cushy purple armchairs out of thin air, and the trio sat down.
Fred stammered. "I…I'm Fred and that's George Weasley."
"Any relation to Molly or Arthur Weasley?" asked Dumbledore, curious.
"Yes. Our parents." added George.
"I was not aware that Molly and Arthur had children." said Dumbledore, still calm.
The twins looked at each other, very confused. "So…Mum and Dad did attend Hogwarts, right?" said George.
"Yes." said Dumbledore.
"Then how do you not know us, sir?"
"I haven't the slightest." said Dumbledore calmly. "It is quite possible that you come from a
place or future generation of which I am not aware. And your parents, miss?" he
added, ignoring the stunned looks on the twins' faces.
"I doubt you would know my parents." she said, feeling nauseous.
"Very well." said Dumbledore. "You two-" he nodded at Fred and George-"seem familiar with Hogwarts. How is this?"
Once again, the twins looked at each other.
Fred started out, "Professor, we went to Hogwarts, we were in Gryffindor, seventh years." (A/N: is that right?)
"'Were'?" asked Dumbledore.
"Ah… well, we reckoned what with the new headmistress- she was a bit of a prat-" George snorted, "we had outgrown full-time education..." The twins explained the rest of their situation to him, Talia looking down when they reached the part of the Dark Mark being conjured above her mansion.
"So this morning we found ourselves on the school grounds, and I reckoned we'd better come see you after the common strang
"I see. And now you are back?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Er… for the moment." Fred said hesitantly.
"Would you like to stay and attend classes here for the rest of the year? Due to Voldemort's current power," the twins cringed, "I believe you would be safest if you were to remain here."
"We haven't got robes, or our books-"
"That can be arranged." said Dumbledore. "And you?" he asked, addressing Talia.
"Er…All right, then." she said, following George's vigorous nod.
"Very well. I am curious, however," Dumbledore addressed the twins, "as to how you two were able to enter Gryffindor Tower without a password."
The devious twins were saved from having to answer this by the sudden opening of the door to Dumbledore's office.
"What now, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore said, sighing.