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-The Last One Standing- Chapter Five : Stolen items and secret plans
Harry didn't even give the book a second thought. It was months later, and everyone was gone for the Christmas holidays, except Harry, and Ron who had decided to stay at school. "To avoid being smushed to death by visiting relatives." Was Rons excuse, but Harry had a feeling that Ron, George and Fred, who had stayed behind as well, had something up their sleeves. They were Ron's older twin brothers, and were famous for their making of mischeif. Peeves was almost their best friend. He did everything they asked and held them in high regard.
The quidditch match Harry was dreading was even worse then he thought. They were smothered by Slytherin, who sang 'The Weasleys are our Kings'. They upgraded the song for George and Fred, who had done a terrible job at their jobs. George and Fred had nearly pummled them, if it wasn't for Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall, Malfoy and his band of miscreants would be dead. Harry was sad that the adults had broken up the fight.
On Christmas morning, he woke up to one small present by his feet. He reached over and opened it. There was a box inside, and inside the box was a blank piece of parchment. Harry looked at it, and turned it over. He wondered if maybe it had invisible ink on it so he said the correct spell, (Aparecium!) and there appeared a small message.
I hope you don't mind.
Harry looked at it and rubbed his eyes. What was going on? He puled the curtain around, and went over to Ron's bed who was looking at a blank piece of parchment. He looked up at Harry. "Did you get this piece of paper? It doesn't say anything! This is useless!" He tossed it aside and went to the foto of his bed to look for presents. "Theres nothing here! Theres nothing anywhere! Where did everything go?" Harry ignored him and said Aparecium! again. The same message appeared on the pice of paper. 'I hope you don't mind." He was suprised that someone went to the trouble of stealing eveyrones presents. Ron was in a panick, waking everyone that was still here up and asking where their gifts were.
No one knew. Harry sighed and wished Hermione was here. "Lets go into the common room, guys." Harry said. He was followed by Ron, Dean, and Seamus. To Harry's suprise, there were already people in the common room talking to eachother animatedly. He guessed they didn't know where their presents were either.
Harry sighed and went down the stairs. Dean, Ron, and Seamus folllowed. Harry and Ron went over to Fred and George, who for once in their life, were not smiling. "They took our presents!" Fred cried in outrage, and proceeded to beat up a pillow. George turned to look at Ron and Harry, rage in his eyes. "Harry. Thank god you're here. We..." He cast a glance over to Fred, who was eating the pillow and making feathers fly everywhere, "I have a plan." Ron scoffed. "Gee, thanks George. I'll just go pull our insane brother off of the furinture." George pulled out a sketchy map of Hogwarts. "Ever since you lost the Mauraders Map in 3rd year, it hasn't been the same." George said, looking down at his own map. "Anyways. My plan is that we..." - To be Continued
End of Chapter Five
-The Last One Standing- Chapter Five : Stolen items and secret plans
Harry didn't even give the book a second thought. It was months later, and everyone was gone for the Christmas holidays, except Harry, and Ron who had decided to stay at school. "To avoid being smushed to death by visiting relatives." Was Rons excuse, but Harry had a feeling that Ron, George and Fred, who had stayed behind as well, had something up their sleeves. They were Ron's older twin brothers, and were famous for their making of mischeif. Peeves was almost their best friend. He did everything they asked and held them in high regard.
The quidditch match Harry was dreading was even worse then he thought. They were smothered by Slytherin, who sang 'The Weasleys are our Kings'. They upgraded the song for George and Fred, who had done a terrible job at their jobs. George and Fred had nearly pummled them, if it wasn't for Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall, Malfoy and his band of miscreants would be dead. Harry was sad that the adults had broken up the fight.
On Christmas morning, he woke up to one small present by his feet. He reached over and opened it. There was a box inside, and inside the box was a blank piece of parchment. Harry looked at it, and turned it over. He wondered if maybe it had invisible ink on it so he said the correct spell, (Aparecium!) and there appeared a small message.
I hope you don't mind.
Harry looked at it and rubbed his eyes. What was going on? He puled the curtain around, and went over to Ron's bed who was looking at a blank piece of parchment. He looked up at Harry. "Did you get this piece of paper? It doesn't say anything! This is useless!" He tossed it aside and went to the foto of his bed to look for presents. "Theres nothing here! Theres nothing anywhere! Where did everything go?" Harry ignored him and said Aparecium! again. The same message appeared on the pice of paper. 'I hope you don't mind." He was suprised that someone went to the trouble of stealing eveyrones presents. Ron was in a panick, waking everyone that was still here up and asking where their gifts were.
No one knew. Harry sighed and wished Hermione was here. "Lets go into the common room, guys." Harry said. He was followed by Ron, Dean, and Seamus. To Harry's suprise, there were already people in the common room talking to eachother animatedly. He guessed they didn't know where their presents were either.
Harry sighed and went down the stairs. Dean, Ron, and Seamus folllowed. Harry and Ron went over to Fred and George, who for once in their life, were not smiling. "They took our presents!" Fred cried in outrage, and proceeded to beat up a pillow. George turned to look at Ron and Harry, rage in his eyes. "Harry. Thank god you're here. We..." He cast a glance over to Fred, who was eating the pillow and making feathers fly everywhere, "I have a plan." Ron scoffed. "Gee, thanks George. I'll just go pull our insane brother off of the furinture." George pulled out a sketchy map of Hogwarts. "Ever since you lost the Mauraders Map in 3rd year, it hasn't been the same." George said, looking down at his own map. "Anyways. My plan is that we..." - To be Continued
End of Chapter Five