DISCLAIMER: Do I even have to put this up anymore? I don't own Harry
Potter.
A/N (4-23): It's nearly midnight here, but I want to get this chapter up tonight! Ah yes, and I've had a lot of fun typing this... we write little notes on the side of the paper... Anna says 'Chess Rox!' and I totally agree... And Beth says that Thialfi must be really mad at Anna now because she called him a second year about 4 times. *giggles* we're so odd...
CHAPTER 8: Troublemakers, Inc.
(Er... Anna wrote all of this, too... We've been working on James Potter and the (insert title here). We haven't thought of a name yet... if you think of a spiffy name, let me know!)
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George spent the rest of the day in the Room of Requirement. George- Harry was having trouble thinking of just George. Fred and George had always been inseparable, like one person, but now- George seemed less eager to joke around. Fred didn't turn up for bed, and it was Hermione's guess that he must be sleeping in the Gryffindor dormitory. She also thought (she'd voiced this thought out of George' shearing range) that because they had bee so alike, they had reacted worse than usual to a small difference in opinion. It was a long time before Harry could get to sleep, but even so, he heard George's snores not at all.
On Halloween morning, Harry didn't remember the fight until he saw Fred's bed empty, and George on the one next to it, hands under his head, staring at the ceiling, tears in his eyes.
No one else was awake. Harry went over to sit on Fred's bed. "George..." he said softly, "You all right?" George nodded but a tear leaked out of his eye to run down his cheek sideways, finally falling on the pillow. "Were you up al night?" George nodded again. Then, taking a deep breath, said: "I didn't mean all that stuff about Fred."
"I know. I don't think he meant it about you or Ron, either,"
"We gotta tell Fred that. He prob'ly feels real bad right now." Harry nodded, unsure if he was supposed to say anything.
"Y'know, Harry, I've never slept without Fred... we were always together and now..." he bit his lip to keep from crying.
"We'll tell Fred today," said Harry with certainty, "Even if we can't find him 'til then, he's gotta be at the Halloween feast, hasn't he?"
George nodded, then managed a small smile, "Thanks, Harry."
He'd managed to wipe all the tears away before Ron, groaning, sat up. He looked around to see who was awake. "Where's Fred?" he asked sleepily.
George looked about ready to cry again so Harry whispered to Ron about yesterday, but Ron cut him off, remembering everything now that he was fully awake.
Hermione wasn't surprised by Fred's empty bed. Harry wondered if she ever forgot anything.
They were eating breakfast when there was a polik little rat-tat on the door. Harry went to open it. It was Remus Lupin. He was looking ill and considerably thinner than the day they had come, courtesy of the Magic Lamp, to the past. "No," he muttered as Harry was about to let him come in, "George shouldn't hear this, come out here and I'll tell you." Harry slipped out, closing the door behind him.
"Alright, I'll start at the beginning," said Remus, "I came back about five in the morning, and Fred was on my bed, sitting and sobbing to himself. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he and George had fought, and he wanted to make up but he wasn't sure if George wanted to."
"Good, well, George wants to also, so we can just tell the both of them-"
"It's not that simple," said Remus, cutting him off, "We all got to talking and Fred said what he'd always wanted was to join Aids to Magical Mischief Makers, and then James said, 'Sure, but we'll be the Mischief Makers now!' so we've formed Troublemakers, Inc. and Fred just won't believe George hasn't got it in for him since yesterday, and they're going to play a trick at the Halloween Feast but haven't decided what yet. As far as we got was it won't be a trick on just George, it'll be a trick on everyone, 'Cause it'll be funnier and we don't want to draw attention to you, or people will notice you don't belong there and starting looking for more of you." Remus finished, quite out of breath.
Harry thanked him and managed to tell Ron and Hermione about it without George hearing. "Well, they're more alike than they think." Hermione commented.
Harry's anxiety about the trick at the feast was growing, and reached its climax as they were about to enter the Great Hall for the feast, George excited that he was finally going to talk to Fred and this would all be behind them.
Harry looked for a sign of the prank. The chairs looked all right, and the table- the floor and the ceiling- what was going to happen? Then he groaned. The food. It had to be the food. Fred knew how to do whatever they did to it, and Harry was sure James would have absolutely no qualms about playing a dirty trick with the food.
The problem was, everyone was eating. George, who hadn't been warned, had already shoveled down some Yorkshire pudding and was starting on the chicken.
Harry's eyes searched the Gryffindor table. He looked for, and found, a head of flaming-red hair. With a sinking feeling, he saw that neither Fred, nor Sirius, nor Peter Pettigrew, nor Remus Lupin, nor his father was eating. They sat back, plates empty, watching and, it seemed to Harry, waiting for something to happen.
"Well," said Ron in Harry's ear, "Nothing seems to have happened, has it? Maybe they couldn't think of one in time-"
"No-"Harry mumbled back, "It's the food, I'm sure of it."
"Look!" hissed Hermione, pointing at a Hufflepuff.
The boy's hair was standing on end. A few seats from him a girl sprouted antlers. All over the Great Hall, people were getting various afflictions, from huge, bloated noses to striped skin. They boy across from Ron suddenly began to glow like a light bulb.
George looked around confusedly. "What's going on?"
"It's Fred, Sirius, Harry's dad, Lupin, and Pettigrew," said Ron.
George laughed, "Ohohoho, that's funny, I suppose he put a different thing in each food, to get a nice variety of effects, but I don't seem to be affect- unnh- my stomach..." he grimaced with pain.
Harry watched in horror as George turned a bright, fluorescent green. "Mumph..." he moaned. "Mmm..." clutching his stomach, he slowly got up. "Dowww... mmm... obuk-"Despite his agony, George jumped in surprise and must have been rewarded with an extra large dose of abdominal pain because he fell to the ground, moaning- or tried to. "Buuuuk bkaaw-bukbuk!" He was making chicken noises instead of talking!
"Buuuk-buuuk-"If a chicken could groan, Harry supposed that was the sound it would make. "Buuuk-"
"C'mon," said Ron, and he and Harry hoisted George up. They had no trouble getting out without being noticed. Pandemonium reigned in the Great Hall.
Passing the last girl, who was vomiting huge, vile purple bubbles, they left the Great Hall, pulling George along with them.
Somehow they got to the Room of Requirement, and lifted George into his bed. The Room provided an antidote, which George managed to get down. George was in tears again tonight, but these were tears of anger, humiliation, and vengeance.
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No reviews yet... *yawns* Well, I should get to bed. I have to clean so my friend can come over! And Anna, surprisingly, couldn't spell fluorescent! It's amazing! I've found a word she can't spell! Well, I hope you like the next chapter... revenge in planned! *cackles*
A/N (4-23): It's nearly midnight here, but I want to get this chapter up tonight! Ah yes, and I've had a lot of fun typing this... we write little notes on the side of the paper... Anna says 'Chess Rox!' and I totally agree... And Beth says that Thialfi must be really mad at Anna now because she called him a second year about 4 times. *giggles* we're so odd...
CHAPTER 8: Troublemakers, Inc.
(Er... Anna wrote all of this, too... We've been working on James Potter and the (insert title here). We haven't thought of a name yet... if you think of a spiffy name, let me know!)
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George spent the rest of the day in the Room of Requirement. George- Harry was having trouble thinking of just George. Fred and George had always been inseparable, like one person, but now- George seemed less eager to joke around. Fred didn't turn up for bed, and it was Hermione's guess that he must be sleeping in the Gryffindor dormitory. She also thought (she'd voiced this thought out of George' shearing range) that because they had bee so alike, they had reacted worse than usual to a small difference in opinion. It was a long time before Harry could get to sleep, but even so, he heard George's snores not at all.
On Halloween morning, Harry didn't remember the fight until he saw Fred's bed empty, and George on the one next to it, hands under his head, staring at the ceiling, tears in his eyes.
No one else was awake. Harry went over to sit on Fred's bed. "George..." he said softly, "You all right?" George nodded but a tear leaked out of his eye to run down his cheek sideways, finally falling on the pillow. "Were you up al night?" George nodded again. Then, taking a deep breath, said: "I didn't mean all that stuff about Fred."
"I know. I don't think he meant it about you or Ron, either,"
"We gotta tell Fred that. He prob'ly feels real bad right now." Harry nodded, unsure if he was supposed to say anything.
"Y'know, Harry, I've never slept without Fred... we were always together and now..." he bit his lip to keep from crying.
"We'll tell Fred today," said Harry with certainty, "Even if we can't find him 'til then, he's gotta be at the Halloween feast, hasn't he?"
George nodded, then managed a small smile, "Thanks, Harry."
He'd managed to wipe all the tears away before Ron, groaning, sat up. He looked around to see who was awake. "Where's Fred?" he asked sleepily.
George looked about ready to cry again so Harry whispered to Ron about yesterday, but Ron cut him off, remembering everything now that he was fully awake.
Hermione wasn't surprised by Fred's empty bed. Harry wondered if she ever forgot anything.
They were eating breakfast when there was a polik little rat-tat on the door. Harry went to open it. It was Remus Lupin. He was looking ill and considerably thinner than the day they had come, courtesy of the Magic Lamp, to the past. "No," he muttered as Harry was about to let him come in, "George shouldn't hear this, come out here and I'll tell you." Harry slipped out, closing the door behind him.
"Alright, I'll start at the beginning," said Remus, "I came back about five in the morning, and Fred was on my bed, sitting and sobbing to himself. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he and George had fought, and he wanted to make up but he wasn't sure if George wanted to."
"Good, well, George wants to also, so we can just tell the both of them-"
"It's not that simple," said Remus, cutting him off, "We all got to talking and Fred said what he'd always wanted was to join Aids to Magical Mischief Makers, and then James said, 'Sure, but we'll be the Mischief Makers now!' so we've formed Troublemakers, Inc. and Fred just won't believe George hasn't got it in for him since yesterday, and they're going to play a trick at the Halloween Feast but haven't decided what yet. As far as we got was it won't be a trick on just George, it'll be a trick on everyone, 'Cause it'll be funnier and we don't want to draw attention to you, or people will notice you don't belong there and starting looking for more of you." Remus finished, quite out of breath.
Harry thanked him and managed to tell Ron and Hermione about it without George hearing. "Well, they're more alike than they think." Hermione commented.
Harry's anxiety about the trick at the feast was growing, and reached its climax as they were about to enter the Great Hall for the feast, George excited that he was finally going to talk to Fred and this would all be behind them.
Harry looked for a sign of the prank. The chairs looked all right, and the table- the floor and the ceiling- what was going to happen? Then he groaned. The food. It had to be the food. Fred knew how to do whatever they did to it, and Harry was sure James would have absolutely no qualms about playing a dirty trick with the food.
The problem was, everyone was eating. George, who hadn't been warned, had already shoveled down some Yorkshire pudding and was starting on the chicken.
Harry's eyes searched the Gryffindor table. He looked for, and found, a head of flaming-red hair. With a sinking feeling, he saw that neither Fred, nor Sirius, nor Peter Pettigrew, nor Remus Lupin, nor his father was eating. They sat back, plates empty, watching and, it seemed to Harry, waiting for something to happen.
"Well," said Ron in Harry's ear, "Nothing seems to have happened, has it? Maybe they couldn't think of one in time-"
"No-"Harry mumbled back, "It's the food, I'm sure of it."
"Look!" hissed Hermione, pointing at a Hufflepuff.
The boy's hair was standing on end. A few seats from him a girl sprouted antlers. All over the Great Hall, people were getting various afflictions, from huge, bloated noses to striped skin. They boy across from Ron suddenly began to glow like a light bulb.
George looked around confusedly. "What's going on?"
"It's Fred, Sirius, Harry's dad, Lupin, and Pettigrew," said Ron.
George laughed, "Ohohoho, that's funny, I suppose he put a different thing in each food, to get a nice variety of effects, but I don't seem to be affect- unnh- my stomach..." he grimaced with pain.
Harry watched in horror as George turned a bright, fluorescent green. "Mumph..." he moaned. "Mmm..." clutching his stomach, he slowly got up. "Dowww... mmm... obuk-"Despite his agony, George jumped in surprise and must have been rewarded with an extra large dose of abdominal pain because he fell to the ground, moaning- or tried to. "Buuuuk bkaaw-bukbuk!" He was making chicken noises instead of talking!
"Buuuk-buuuk-"If a chicken could groan, Harry supposed that was the sound it would make. "Buuuk-"
"C'mon," said Ron, and he and Harry hoisted George up. They had no trouble getting out without being noticed. Pandemonium reigned in the Great Hall.
Passing the last girl, who was vomiting huge, vile purple bubbles, they left the Great Hall, pulling George along with them.
Somehow they got to the Room of Requirement, and lifted George into his bed. The Room provided an antidote, which George managed to get down. George was in tears again tonight, but these were tears of anger, humiliation, and vengeance.
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No reviews yet... *yawns* Well, I should get to bed. I have to clean so my friend can come over! And Anna, surprisingly, couldn't spell fluorescent! It's amazing! I've found a word she can't spell! Well, I hope you like the next chapter... revenge in planned! *cackles*