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AN-Please please please please please please REVIEW! I love Fred/OC and George/OC! I've tried to make her less like Hermione...Tell me if it's ok.
Chapter 1: Trip To The Shrieking Shack
Maggie stared as the two twins, now minues Lee, and herself made their way closer to the Shrieking Shack. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. It's supposed to be haunted."
"Nonsense." George said, scooping her arm up into his hands. Fred turned to smile reassuringly at her. "Yea, those are just bed time stories."
"Besides, once we go in there, you'll realize that it's not haunted." Maggie nodded as the three of them stepped past the open gate. She looked twice at the barbed wire fence, and gulped. Somewhere, deep inside her mind, she knew that she could not go back now.
Why was she feeling as if she were going to die? Oh, yea, because ghosts scare people out of their wits!
Maggie wrenched free from George's grip and stopped in the middle of the trail. The dark clouds that were hanging in the sky above made the scene look all the more evil. "Ok, we're close enough."
"I thought you wanted to hang out with some interesting people today?" Fred asked her, folding his arms across his chest as if challenging her. She stood up straighter and narrowed her eyes on his face.
"I did, but if you're going to get me killed, then I'll go back."
"To what?" One of them challenged, making her stop mid turn around. With a sigh, and as she closed her eyes, Maggie turned back to face them, defeated. "Fine. But, I just want you to know that if I die today, I'm haunting you two for the rest of your lives."
At this, both boys broke out into grins. "We would be honored to have you haunt us." George said, pulling her back into the middle of the twins. "It's getting late." Maggie tried again, hoping they would fear the dark. She was proved wrong.
"It's only 5. We're not due back at the school for another hour. This will only take a few minutes."
"Pipe down." George finished. Maggie made whines and whimpers all the way until they were on the front porch of the moaning, creaking shack. She stared at the grey wood, a knot starting to form in her stomach.
She had never really been afraid of ghosts. But, now that there was a chance that she'd see one, she was beginning to get awfully scared.
Fred pushed the door open, making Maggie wince as the hinges creaked. The inside was dark. There was no possible way they were making her go into that damned house. She stared to turn but was caught on the way. "We've brought you up here, we're making you go in." Fred said forcefully. Despite the usual fear that would course its way through her body at this moment, Maggie only felt all the more excited.
This is exactly what she followed them for. Wasn't it? Fun was what she wanted.
'Fun and death are entirely different things, Mag.' She mumbled under her breath so low that the boys couldn't hear her.
As they slowly took step after mind numingly slow step, Maggie begin to feel more at ease. That is, until she reached for George at her right side and felt nothing. With a wave of panic washing over her, she reached for Fred. Thankfully he was still there.
With a gulp, she looked up, and saw that he was staring at the stairs, his eyes wide and full of terror. Maggie followed his eyes and standing on the top step, was a man. His clothes were tattered, blood stained, and falling off of him.
She opened her mouth, not able to find the effort to scream. She tried reaching for Fred's hand, but he was no longer there. All that was laid before her was the stairs, the ghostly, haunting man, and darkness.
As he took a step down, Maggie found her voice and shrieked in terror. She turned on her heel sharply, and slammed into another body. A man, dressed in a black hood was before her, his face hidden from being seen.
She screamed again and backed up, hitting the man on the stairs. Maggie leapt from him and found her way to a wall, screaming loudly. This was it. She was going to be killed by ghosts! If not by them, then by the heart attack she felt rising in her chest.
As the two figures were joined by another, Maggie screamed once more, before letting her eyes roll back in her head, and her body slump over...
"You three ought to be ASHAMED of yourselves, taking the poor girl to the shrieking shack!" Was the first thing Maggie heard as she fluttered her eyes open. The light was dim, and she was surrounded by a white curtain. With wide eyes, she remembered the events she last remembered...The Shrieking Shack...Ghosts...Her life flashing before her eyes.
"So that really does happen." She muttered, raising up on her elbows. The scolding that was taking place on the opposite side of the screen ceased, and the curtain was thrown back. Madame Pomphrey, Filch, and Professor McGongall was looking down at her.
"Dear, do tell us what you remember." McGonagall spoke at once, not even asking how she felt. Maggie sat up, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand. "Well, the two idiots took me to the shrieking shack." Maggie broke her sentence and looked to Fred, Lee and George. They looked rather cute being embarassed and scared that they could be in serious trouble.
"I dont really remember anything else. I just know I wanted them to take me in there and show me the ghosts. They really didn't want to. I.." Maggie paused again, narrowing her eyes on the twins and their friend Lee. The three of them looked absolutely surprised. Their mouths were opened, and nearly touching their chests. They had no idea that she would take the blame for them.
"I suppose there were people just wanting to scare us in the house. Lucky Lee, Fred and George were there to get me out." She couldn't help the smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips. She just took the blame for something that could have killed her. What was wrong with her?!
"Yes, that's what the boys said...Well, since it was your idea to go into the abandoned, God forsaken shack, I'll ease up on the boys' punishment. As for all of you, you will be forbidden to go to Hogsmeade for the next three trips." Maggie, not able to understand what her Professor said, was still gaping at the boys. That's what the boys said?!
!
Maggie marched straight to her room that night. She ignored the apologies, the jokes, and whines of the three boys as they followed her.
Steam was pouring out of her ears, or so she thought. How could they blame it on her?!
She stormed up the stairs, grasping the rail as it started trembling, on the verge of moving. In the time it took for the top of the stairs to re- attach onto the next level, Maggie turned to scowl at the boys. Fred winced and turned to his brother and best friend. "You...you little TURDS!" Maggie shouted, rushing down the steps to slap each on the shoulder.
"OW! Why are you making such a big deal about it? You were going to take the blame anyhow. It would have been the same as us NOT telling McGonagall." Fred joked, laughter dripping off his voice. It only made Maggie growl.
Lee rushed past them and made it to the Gryffindor portrait. "Snaggle- Tooth." He called, and the portrait opened, after the Fat Lady questioned Lee about what was going on. Lee ignored her and cast a final glance at his friends and Maggie before leaving them.
"You nearly killed me! I honestly thought I was dead! And look, now we can't go to Hogsmeade anymore!" She threw her hands in the air, narrowly missing George's head.
"You can't blame us! You were the one that wanted to go in the shack."
"Yea, we heard what you said to McGongall. Don't think you can lie to us." George said, grinning from ear to ear. Maggie, still furious at them, opened and closed her mouth, unable to find the words to say. They were twisting her words around...The stupid gits!
"I never...I was only sticking up...I took the blame!" She pointed to her chest, shouting loudly. A few of the portraits that were haning randomly on the walls shushed them. Maggie turned to glare at the ones who tried to quiet her.
"Geez, would you calm down woman?" Fred whispered, pushing her towards the portrait. She stumbled on a few steps but managed to mutter the password and go into the common room. That, was where she turned to give one last scowl to the twins. "You haven't heard the last of this..."
AN- once again...please please please please please please REVIEW! I need to knoooow if it's good or not!!! . Do bribes work? Thanks to all my reviewers so far!!
AN-Please please please please please please REVIEW! I love Fred/OC and George/OC! I've tried to make her less like Hermione...Tell me if it's ok.
Chapter 1: Trip To The Shrieking Shack
Maggie stared as the two twins, now minues Lee, and herself made their way closer to the Shrieking Shack. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. It's supposed to be haunted."
"Nonsense." George said, scooping her arm up into his hands. Fred turned to smile reassuringly at her. "Yea, those are just bed time stories."
"Besides, once we go in there, you'll realize that it's not haunted." Maggie nodded as the three of them stepped past the open gate. She looked twice at the barbed wire fence, and gulped. Somewhere, deep inside her mind, she knew that she could not go back now.
Why was she feeling as if she were going to die? Oh, yea, because ghosts scare people out of their wits!
Maggie wrenched free from George's grip and stopped in the middle of the trail. The dark clouds that were hanging in the sky above made the scene look all the more evil. "Ok, we're close enough."
"I thought you wanted to hang out with some interesting people today?" Fred asked her, folding his arms across his chest as if challenging her. She stood up straighter and narrowed her eyes on his face.
"I did, but if you're going to get me killed, then I'll go back."
"To what?" One of them challenged, making her stop mid turn around. With a sigh, and as she closed her eyes, Maggie turned back to face them, defeated. "Fine. But, I just want you to know that if I die today, I'm haunting you two for the rest of your lives."
At this, both boys broke out into grins. "We would be honored to have you haunt us." George said, pulling her back into the middle of the twins. "It's getting late." Maggie tried again, hoping they would fear the dark. She was proved wrong.
"It's only 5. We're not due back at the school for another hour. This will only take a few minutes."
"Pipe down." George finished. Maggie made whines and whimpers all the way until they were on the front porch of the moaning, creaking shack. She stared at the grey wood, a knot starting to form in her stomach.
She had never really been afraid of ghosts. But, now that there was a chance that she'd see one, she was beginning to get awfully scared.
Fred pushed the door open, making Maggie wince as the hinges creaked. The inside was dark. There was no possible way they were making her go into that damned house. She stared to turn but was caught on the way. "We've brought you up here, we're making you go in." Fred said forcefully. Despite the usual fear that would course its way through her body at this moment, Maggie only felt all the more excited.
This is exactly what she followed them for. Wasn't it? Fun was what she wanted.
'Fun and death are entirely different things, Mag.' She mumbled under her breath so low that the boys couldn't hear her.
As they slowly took step after mind numingly slow step, Maggie begin to feel more at ease. That is, until she reached for George at her right side and felt nothing. With a wave of panic washing over her, she reached for Fred. Thankfully he was still there.
With a gulp, she looked up, and saw that he was staring at the stairs, his eyes wide and full of terror. Maggie followed his eyes and standing on the top step, was a man. His clothes were tattered, blood stained, and falling off of him.
She opened her mouth, not able to find the effort to scream. She tried reaching for Fred's hand, but he was no longer there. All that was laid before her was the stairs, the ghostly, haunting man, and darkness.
As he took a step down, Maggie found her voice and shrieked in terror. She turned on her heel sharply, and slammed into another body. A man, dressed in a black hood was before her, his face hidden from being seen.
She screamed again and backed up, hitting the man on the stairs. Maggie leapt from him and found her way to a wall, screaming loudly. This was it. She was going to be killed by ghosts! If not by them, then by the heart attack she felt rising in her chest.
As the two figures were joined by another, Maggie screamed once more, before letting her eyes roll back in her head, and her body slump over...
"You three ought to be ASHAMED of yourselves, taking the poor girl to the shrieking shack!" Was the first thing Maggie heard as she fluttered her eyes open. The light was dim, and she was surrounded by a white curtain. With wide eyes, she remembered the events she last remembered...The Shrieking Shack...Ghosts...Her life flashing before her eyes.
"So that really does happen." She muttered, raising up on her elbows. The scolding that was taking place on the opposite side of the screen ceased, and the curtain was thrown back. Madame Pomphrey, Filch, and Professor McGongall was looking down at her.
"Dear, do tell us what you remember." McGonagall spoke at once, not even asking how she felt. Maggie sat up, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand. "Well, the two idiots took me to the shrieking shack." Maggie broke her sentence and looked to Fred, Lee and George. They looked rather cute being embarassed and scared that they could be in serious trouble.
"I dont really remember anything else. I just know I wanted them to take me in there and show me the ghosts. They really didn't want to. I.." Maggie paused again, narrowing her eyes on the twins and their friend Lee. The three of them looked absolutely surprised. Their mouths were opened, and nearly touching their chests. They had no idea that she would take the blame for them.
"I suppose there were people just wanting to scare us in the house. Lucky Lee, Fred and George were there to get me out." She couldn't help the smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips. She just took the blame for something that could have killed her. What was wrong with her?!
"Yes, that's what the boys said...Well, since it was your idea to go into the abandoned, God forsaken shack, I'll ease up on the boys' punishment. As for all of you, you will be forbidden to go to Hogsmeade for the next three trips." Maggie, not able to understand what her Professor said, was still gaping at the boys. That's what the boys said?!
!
Maggie marched straight to her room that night. She ignored the apologies, the jokes, and whines of the three boys as they followed her.
Steam was pouring out of her ears, or so she thought. How could they blame it on her?!
She stormed up the stairs, grasping the rail as it started trembling, on the verge of moving. In the time it took for the top of the stairs to re- attach onto the next level, Maggie turned to scowl at the boys. Fred winced and turned to his brother and best friend. "You...you little TURDS!" Maggie shouted, rushing down the steps to slap each on the shoulder.
"OW! Why are you making such a big deal about it? You were going to take the blame anyhow. It would have been the same as us NOT telling McGonagall." Fred joked, laughter dripping off his voice. It only made Maggie growl.
Lee rushed past them and made it to the Gryffindor portrait. "Snaggle- Tooth." He called, and the portrait opened, after the Fat Lady questioned Lee about what was going on. Lee ignored her and cast a final glance at his friends and Maggie before leaving them.
"You nearly killed me! I honestly thought I was dead! And look, now we can't go to Hogsmeade anymore!" She threw her hands in the air, narrowly missing George's head.
"You can't blame us! You were the one that wanted to go in the shack."
"Yea, we heard what you said to McGongall. Don't think you can lie to us." George said, grinning from ear to ear. Maggie, still furious at them, opened and closed her mouth, unable to find the words to say. They were twisting her words around...The stupid gits!
"I never...I was only sticking up...I took the blame!" She pointed to her chest, shouting loudly. A few of the portraits that were haning randomly on the walls shushed them. Maggie turned to glare at the ones who tried to quiet her.
"Geez, would you calm down woman?" Fred whispered, pushing her towards the portrait. She stumbled on a few steps but managed to mutter the password and go into the common room. That, was where she turned to give one last scowl to the twins. "You haven't heard the last of this..."
AN- once again...please please please please please please REVIEW! I need to knoooow if it's good or not!!! . Do bribes work? Thanks to all my reviewers so far!!