Disclaimer: Okay, I didn't do one of these for chap. 1, so this will hafta
be good enough. I DO NOT own ANY characters in Harry Potter. I only own the
characters I made up, like May and June. ^_^
Author's Note: Um, I don't usually write fanfics, so please review!!!!! Thanks.
"Dungbombs in the halls again! You two'll have detentions by the end of the night, by my word. If Dumbledore still allowed it, you'd be disemboweled as well, or at least put on the rack as punishment." Fred and George Weasley snickered underneath their breath as Filch ranted and raved about the injustice being done to him. Fred's eyes roamed around the dark room that served as Filch's office, and they landed on a cabinet labeled, Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. He nudged George, who looked at it also. Grinning mischievously, George faked a yawn and leaned back. As he did so, he tossed another Dungbomb down the hall. A putrid smell came out of the hall. Filch growled and raced out. "You two stay here!" Fred whipped open the drawer and grabbed the first thing his hand came in contact with. Closing it quickly, he stuffed the thing into his cloak pocket, acting innocent. Filch strode back into the office, small gray eyes mean. "So maybe it wasn't you. Next time I see you in the halls, you better not by doing any funny buisiness!" Fred and George nodded, faces straight, then ran out of the room to the Gryffindor common room. Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell watched Lee Jordan, giggling, as he mixed frogs legs and dried rose leaves. As the twins went up the stairs to the boys dormitories, they heard a BANG, some yells, and strange-smelling, green smoke swirled up after them. Once up there, they surveyed the thing Fred had grabbed. It was a plain piece of old parchment. Clearly disappointed, they searched it.
"I wonder how it works?" George said out loud.
Fred snickered. "Maybe you have to say the magic words. Please?" He said, tapping the parchment.
"How about Abracadabra?" George suggested, touching it. The same result happened. For half an hour they fidgeted with it and looked at it. Finally, jut playing around, George tapped the parchment and said, "What about, I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Instantly, writing began to form on the parchment. Fred crowded around, excited.
"What does it say?"
In big, green letters, the piece proclaimed,
Mr.'s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present
The Marauder's Map
Black lines etched themselves across the paper, as if guided by a ghostly hand. They formed a map of the school, and little black dots of Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and many other students and professors. They gazed in awe at the map.
"Bloody hell," George said breathlessly. "This is a map of the entire school. Look at all these tunnels we didn't even know they existed." He ran his finger along one certain line, and then it landed on a dot labeled with a strange name.
Fred looked over his shoulder, curious. "June. Huh. That's strange. No last name. And she's going into this giant room right here." They both looked at the trail, then at each other, mischievous grins on both of their faces.
Minutes later they found themselves down by the large painting of fruit, as depicted by the map. The map made a tiny dot labeled 'George Weasley', which reached up and tickled the pear. Shrugging, George reached up and tickled the pear. It squirmed, and then chuckled, and the portrait swung open. Fred climbed in, but before George or Fred knew what had happened, someone rammed into Fred's side, taking him onto the ground. George leapt inside, and the painting slammed shut. George jumped on top of the attacker, punching him and pulling him off of Fred (Fred was getting quite a few good hits also, along with the attacker himself). Finally, the twins overpowered the person, and George threw him against the wall and pinned his arms so he could see who the person was. Fred touched his bloodied nose gingerly. "Ouch, that hurt," he complained. He looked over at George. "So, who's the git who rammed me?" George didn't say a word. Fred sighed, walked over, pushed George away; and stood frozen to the ground. Pinned to the wall was a young girl. Her dirty blonde hair hung in her face, and she glared at them with stormy, gray eyes, that had bruises from their fight surrounding them. She wasn't thick, or skinny, but well muscled and lean. Her eyes were slanted narrowly and her breath was harsh. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth, and she lifted one calloused hand to wipe it off. She glared at them even harder, then grinned, exposing her pearly white teeth.
"What? Haven't you ever seen a girl before? Blimey." She sat down at a table nearby and grabbed three silver tankards. Turning around, she rummaged through a cabinet, muttering to herself. Fred and George looked at each other, perplexed. "Ah, here it is," she said loudly, and lifted up a corked bottle. Twisting the cork with her hands, it popped off, and she poured the blood-red liquid into the tankards. She lifted hers to drink, then stopped right as it touched her lips. She looked at them over the top of the glass. "I didn't poison it, y'know." She took a deep drink of the substance. Fred looked at her accusingly.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's grape juice, not wine."
Fred blushed slightly, and glared at the girl. "Well, sorry for being concerned. We are very polite people, aren't we, George?"
He looked at her, eyes wide. "Oh, yes. We're just such the sweetest-"
"Most charming-"
"Innocent-"
"Pure-"
"Deceiving angels you've ever seen." George finished, grinning.
The girl grinned back, showing too many teeth for comfort. "I've never met a student that goes here, and I'm not supposed to, but who cares. My name's June."
A/N: Well, end of Chap. 1. I hope you like it! I just love cliff hangers, don't you? *evil grin*
Author's Note: Um, I don't usually write fanfics, so please review!!!!! Thanks.
"Dungbombs in the halls again! You two'll have detentions by the end of the night, by my word. If Dumbledore still allowed it, you'd be disemboweled as well, or at least put on the rack as punishment." Fred and George Weasley snickered underneath their breath as Filch ranted and raved about the injustice being done to him. Fred's eyes roamed around the dark room that served as Filch's office, and they landed on a cabinet labeled, Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. He nudged George, who looked at it also. Grinning mischievously, George faked a yawn and leaned back. As he did so, he tossed another Dungbomb down the hall. A putrid smell came out of the hall. Filch growled and raced out. "You two stay here!" Fred whipped open the drawer and grabbed the first thing his hand came in contact with. Closing it quickly, he stuffed the thing into his cloak pocket, acting innocent. Filch strode back into the office, small gray eyes mean. "So maybe it wasn't you. Next time I see you in the halls, you better not by doing any funny buisiness!" Fred and George nodded, faces straight, then ran out of the room to the Gryffindor common room. Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell watched Lee Jordan, giggling, as he mixed frogs legs and dried rose leaves. As the twins went up the stairs to the boys dormitories, they heard a BANG, some yells, and strange-smelling, green smoke swirled up after them. Once up there, they surveyed the thing Fred had grabbed. It was a plain piece of old parchment. Clearly disappointed, they searched it.
"I wonder how it works?" George said out loud.
Fred snickered. "Maybe you have to say the magic words. Please?" He said, tapping the parchment.
"How about Abracadabra?" George suggested, touching it. The same result happened. For half an hour they fidgeted with it and looked at it. Finally, jut playing around, George tapped the parchment and said, "What about, I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Instantly, writing began to form on the parchment. Fred crowded around, excited.
"What does it say?"
In big, green letters, the piece proclaimed,
Mr.'s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present
The Marauder's Map
Black lines etched themselves across the paper, as if guided by a ghostly hand. They formed a map of the school, and little black dots of Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and many other students and professors. They gazed in awe at the map.
"Bloody hell," George said breathlessly. "This is a map of the entire school. Look at all these tunnels we didn't even know they existed." He ran his finger along one certain line, and then it landed on a dot labeled with a strange name.
Fred looked over his shoulder, curious. "June. Huh. That's strange. No last name. And she's going into this giant room right here." They both looked at the trail, then at each other, mischievous grins on both of their faces.
Minutes later they found themselves down by the large painting of fruit, as depicted by the map. The map made a tiny dot labeled 'George Weasley', which reached up and tickled the pear. Shrugging, George reached up and tickled the pear. It squirmed, and then chuckled, and the portrait swung open. Fred climbed in, but before George or Fred knew what had happened, someone rammed into Fred's side, taking him onto the ground. George leapt inside, and the painting slammed shut. George jumped on top of the attacker, punching him and pulling him off of Fred (Fred was getting quite a few good hits also, along with the attacker himself). Finally, the twins overpowered the person, and George threw him against the wall and pinned his arms so he could see who the person was. Fred touched his bloodied nose gingerly. "Ouch, that hurt," he complained. He looked over at George. "So, who's the git who rammed me?" George didn't say a word. Fred sighed, walked over, pushed George away; and stood frozen to the ground. Pinned to the wall was a young girl. Her dirty blonde hair hung in her face, and she glared at them with stormy, gray eyes, that had bruises from their fight surrounding them. She wasn't thick, or skinny, but well muscled and lean. Her eyes were slanted narrowly and her breath was harsh. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth, and she lifted one calloused hand to wipe it off. She glared at them even harder, then grinned, exposing her pearly white teeth.
"What? Haven't you ever seen a girl before? Blimey." She sat down at a table nearby and grabbed three silver tankards. Turning around, she rummaged through a cabinet, muttering to herself. Fred and George looked at each other, perplexed. "Ah, here it is," she said loudly, and lifted up a corked bottle. Twisting the cork with her hands, it popped off, and she poured the blood-red liquid into the tankards. She lifted hers to drink, then stopped right as it touched her lips. She looked at them over the top of the glass. "I didn't poison it, y'know." She took a deep drink of the substance. Fred looked at her accusingly.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's grape juice, not wine."
Fred blushed slightly, and glared at the girl. "Well, sorry for being concerned. We are very polite people, aren't we, George?"
He looked at her, eyes wide. "Oh, yes. We're just such the sweetest-"
"Most charming-"
"Innocent-"
"Pure-"
"Deceiving angels you've ever seen." George finished, grinning.
The girl grinned back, showing too many teeth for comfort. "I've never met a student that goes here, and I'm not supposed to, but who cares. My name's June."
A/N: Well, end of Chap. 1. I hope you like it! I just love cliff hangers, don't you? *evil grin*