Hogwarts High

By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: Does anybody know how many times I've had to start this chapter over? Why is this fic suddenly so hard to write? Damn fic. Also, whoever asked me if I have read the book You Don't Know Me--yes, I have read that book, and Ron's locker is a tribute to that wonderful piece of literature.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…You Don't Know Me…Ron's locker idea…Motor Trend…Kool Aid…

Chapter Nineteen

You Don't Know Me

°°°Ron°°°

Fred walked into my history class two days before my birthday. He was alone because George was at home, sick with the flu that had been going around the school (thanks to Draco). It was the first time in the nearly eighteen years of the twin's existence that one was sick without the other, and poor Fred seemed lost and confused without George at his side. He was so out of it, that Ginny had suggested that I drive to school that morning because it took Fred nearly five minutes to put the key into the ignition of Old Betsy.

Fred refused to let me drive, however, and we made it to school in one piece (though I was mentally weirded out because I had never been able to sit in the front seat on the way to school before), and now Fred was in my history class. Why? No one knew.

He came to my desk and forced me to stand up by grabbing my arm. He stared at me for a moment, pain written across his face as closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Ron," he started, "do you want to…help me with a prank?"

The class gasped (except Mr. Binns, who continued to read from the book as if nothing was going on). Fred and George had never included me in on their pranks. I took a step back in disbelief and ran into Seamus' desk in the process.

"Whoa, man, watch the crayons!" Seamus was coloring in a coloring book for some strange reason.

"You're shitting me," I stated in complete awe to Fred.

"No, I'm afraid not, little brother," he continued, jamming his hands into his pockets and sitting on top of my open Motor Trend magazine on my desk. "I can't pull pranks by myself. I don't know why; I just never could. I need someone with me, and if I squint my eyes and turn my head like this," he cocked his head to the side, "I can kind of trick my mind into thinking you're George. It's either that or be good for an entire day and what would happen to my reputation if I did that?"

"It would be ruined!" I told him.

"Exactly!" Fred stated, jumping down from my desk. "So, are you in?"

I sent a look to Hermione; she waved me on while continuing to religiously take notes. "Excellent," Fred exclaimed, seizing my books and carrying them under his arm as we headed toward the door.

°°°Draco°°°

I was wandering the halls aimlessly during first hour on Wednesday morning when I ran into Weasel the second and Weasel the third. "What the hell are you doing out of class, Draco?" Weasel the second asked me. Weasel the third gave his older brother an odd look.

"He always wanders the halls during class, Fred," he stated.

"Oh," Fred said, opening Ron's locker with a bang and putting books in it. "Slipped my mind," he mumbled with his head inside the locker.

"What the hell?" I asked. It wasn't like Fred to be so…glib.

Ron looked at me. "Today is the first day ever, that Fred has come to school…without George."

"Where's George?" I asked.

Fred slammed the locker shut and glared at me. "Sick with the flu," he stated.

"Oh…sorry," I apologized. Yes, the great flu of '04 has been started by me. I shall be blamed until next year when someone starts the great flu of '05.

Fred sighed. "It's alright," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It gives me some time to bond with Ronniekins here." Fred made to ruffle Ron's hair, but Ron swatted his hand away.

"Don't get all sentimental on me now, Fred," he teased. He then sent me another odd look. "Why are you in pajamas?"

I looked down at myself and, sure enough, I was in my red and blue p.j. bottoms with a white T-shirt. "Oh damn, I didn't realize I did that," I stated to them, while I continued to stare at my clothing. It looked odd with my sneakers. They both started to laugh. "Shut up," I stated, straightening up to glare at them properly. "I haven't been myself lately."

"Draco," Ron stated in all seriousness, "you haven't been yourself all year."

The three of us stared at one another in silence for awhile. "Fair enough," I stated at last. "So what are you two doing out of class this fine Wednesday?"

"We're going to put Kool Aid in the shower heads in the boy's locker room!" Fred stated giddily, shoving packets of Kool Aid into my face. "Want to help?"

"Hey what happened to brother bonding?"

"You told me not to get sentimental!"

"Well, fine, he can come, but I get to use the green Kool Aid!"

The two started down the hall toward the gym. "You coming?" asked Fred over his shoulder. I shrugged and followed. The first hour PE class was obviously in the weight room, giving us the privacy of the showers that we needed. After five minutes of working in silence, Ron asked me why I was so out of it that I was wearing pajamas.

"My mom has been talking to me," I stated, unscrewing a showerhead and pouring blue Kool Aid in it.

"So?" both Weasels asked me. They were used to their mother having conversations with them.

"Something weird is going on, that's all," I stated, moving to the next showerhead. "My mother never cared about me before, and now she does, and here's the thing…I think it's genuine."

"Whoa, God forbid a mother love her son," Ron commented sarcastically. "Anywho," Ron continued brightly, his head appearing between the barrier between my stall and his. He frowned when he saw me and disappeared, obviously looking for Fred. "Anywho, what did you get me for my birthday, Fred?"

"I let you ride in the front seat today. Happy Birthday!"

"Fredrick!"

"What?"

"It's your birthday, Ron?" I asked. Ron's head appeared around our stall again.

"No, Friday is," he stated.

I jumped down from the stool I was standing on to fill the showerheads. "Well that's cool; we should throw a party or something!"

Fred appeared out of nowhere with packets of Kool Aid clutched in both hands and a manic expression on his face. "We should! Mom and Dad are going to Vegas on Saturday, Ron. We can have it then!"

"Fredrick, do you remember the last party that we hosted? Namely the one where Draco, here, passed out on the lawn?" Ron asked, standing akimbo.

"Why do you keep calling me Fredrick?"

"Would you rather be called Freddie? Or, how about, Freddie-poo?"

"Fredrick it is then. And yes, I remember that incident, but this one will go more smoothly. Trust me," he said, bringing a hand up to stop Ron's reply, "nothing bad will happen during this one."

°°°Billy Beerbomb°°°

Fred smirked at me as I walked into our third hour business class. I was green and it wasn't because of the damn flu of '04 either. "You bastard," I told him as I sat down at my desk and glared. "You could have warned me not to use the showers today if you were going to put Kool Aid in the showerheads!"

"Actually, Ron did the green ones," Fred explained, taking out his homework. Business was one of the few classes that the twins took seriously.

"I don't give a shit what Ron did! I," I paused. "What was I saying again?"

"I have no clue."

I shrugged and faced forward in my desk. "Dude, my hands are green!"

"You really are a simple person."

°°°Ginny°°°

"Let me get this straight," I stated, sitting cross-legged on my bed as I stared at my three brothers who were situated in different parts of my room. "You guys want to throw a birthday party," I paused, looking each of them in the eye, "here." They nodded. "Have you three gone completely insane? Do you remember the punishments we got for the last one?" They nodded again. "Okay, as long as we've got that straight."

"Oh come on, Gin," Fred coaxed, coming to my bed and throwing an arm around me. "What can possibly go wrong?"

"Why does Draco Malfoy passed out on our front lawn come to mind?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Listen, Gin," George stated from the hallway (I wouldn't let him in my room with that flu of his), "Mom and Dad came home early Sunday morning last time. They're not coming home until Wednesday morning this time. If anything does go wrong, which it won't, we'll have plenty of time to clear things up."

"They have a point, Gin," Ron mentioned. He was leaning against the door frame of the double doors that separate our rooms.

They were all using my nickname, trying to butter me up. I sighed. "Well, it's not like I can stop you," I stated, gazing at my ceiling. "And it would be nice to have a party again." I winced. "We won't have to do this again next month when you two turn eighteen, right?"

"Nah, we'll do something else for our birthday," the twins stated simultaneously.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll be in charge of decorating."

°°°Harry°°°

"I'm the king of the world!"

Collin ran by me, stark naked and obviously drunk. He had put up a good run avoiding alcohol all year, but Ron's sixteenth birthday party was arguably the party to end all parties. Hordes of people were crammed into the living room and kitchen. A massive crowd was doing God only knows what in the yard, and many more had started bon fires on the beach. Ron seemed to be enjoying himself. He had a party hat on the side of his head. Hermione had laughed at him.

"Harry! Harry, are you watching me?" I had meandered outside and Colin was on the roof. "I'm the king of the world, Harry!"

"That's nice, Colin," I shouted up, wondering how the boy would face the school on Monday.

"That seems to be a trend with him when he gets drunk," came a voice to my right. I quickly turned and found Ginny standing next to me, gazing up at Colin.

I smiled and placed my hand over her eyes. "You're too young to see the makings of a man," I told her, keeping my hand over her eyes and holding on to my beer with the other hand.

Ginny smirked and turned toward me, removing my hand. "First of all, Collin isn't a man. And secondly, I have six brothers, all of which are quite fond of walking around naked for some reason. Probably to traumatize me."

I laughed. "My mistake." It felt great talking to Ginny like this. It was almost like we never broke up. As if the past couple of months didn't happen. She was smiling at me. A real smile that reached up to her eyes. I wanted to kiss her, but I knew I couldn't. I knew she didn't feel that way about me anymore. But the funny thing was, at that moment, her friendship was enough.

"Have you guys seen Draco? I've lost him again." The moment was shattered by Noelle joining us. Her hair had grown longer over the months and she was beginning to look like Ginny's cousin or something. It made my stomach feel odd that Draco and I apparently had the same taste in women.

"I saw him about ten minutes ago, chasing Seamus and Neville with Silly String," Ginny informed. Noelle sighed and crossed her arms.

"He goes insane when people give him Silly String. He'll be uncontrollable until the last can is empty."

"I'm sorry, Noelle," Ginny apologized, giving her friend a slight hug. "But you can hang with me and Harry. We were about to TP the tree," Ginny waved a hand at the lone tree in the Weasley yard.

"We were?" I asked.

Apparently we were. Five minutes later, I found myself throwing rolls of toilet paper up into the tree, with Ginny and Noelle squealing behind me. After my first roll was used up, I left the girls to finish the tree as I went to the hedges, overcome with giddy teen joy with the delights of toilet papering. It wasn't long before a hand reached through the hedges and pulled me to the other side. It was Draco.

"Harry, the mafia is after us," he told me in a frantic whisper.

I stared at him. "Draco, did you eat Billy Beerbomb's brownies?"

"NO! Harry, I'm dead serious here!" Draco exclaimed, still in that frantic whisper. "I was chasing Neville and Seamus with Silly String, and then I ran out, and I'm inconsolable once I run out of Silly String, so I decided to take a walk along the beach to cheer up and…Harry…the mafia was there! They mentioned you too!"

I thought Draco was either insane or stoned. "Draco, we're going down to the beach so you will see, that there are no mafia men there, waiting for us!" I started plowing my way through bushes and plants until I reached the sand of the beach and walked off in the direction of the bluffs.

"Harry! No!" Draco exclaimed, following close behind me. "Harry, we have got to leave! We should go to Sirius or something! Harry!" But it was too late. We were both blinded as someone turned on a car's headlights. After blinking several times, I saw men around me. They glared at the both of us with malice.

"Draco," I stated calmly, turning to face him, "the mafia is after us." And then I panicked and took off running back to the party.

"Harry, no, don't lead them to the party! Our friends!" Draco yelled from behind me.

"Oh, right!" I exclaimed and we both turned to our left and ran straight into the ocean. Before we even knew what was happening, we were unconscious.

°°°Sirius°°°

"Harry didn't come home last night."

I gazed over my morning newspaper and stared at Remus across the table. "Of course he didn't come home last night!" I exclaimed, raising my paper once more. "It was Ron's sixteenth birthday party, of course it was going to be an all-nighter!"

"I just don't know, Sirius," Remus continued. "I have a bad feeling."

"You and your feelings," I mumbled. "Harry is fine! Perhaps slightly hung over, but fine!"

Remus stood up and paced the kitchen floor. "I think we should go to the Weasley house. It's about time he come home anyway," he suggested.

I slammed my paper on the table. "But Remus, we're supposed to be the cool guardians! How lame would we be if we go to the Weasley's to take Harry home?"

Remus stared at me for a long time. "We'll bring donuts," he said at last. "Does that make you feel better?"

"Much," I stated, grabbing my coat. Fifteen minutes later, we were picking our way through the trash-filled yard belonging to the Weasleys. "Looks like it was a hell of a party," I commented, finding several cans of Silly String on the ground. Remus ignored me and entered the house. The inside was messy as well, but at least it looked like nothing was broken. The twins were already up, dressed, and cleaning up the mess in the living room.

"We brought munchies!" I shouted out giddily, scaring the twins, who jumped.

"Munchies?" came a sleepy voice from behind us. Ron appeared in the door frame, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, Ron," Remus said quietly. "Is Harry still asleep?"

"Harry?" Ron asked confused.

"Didn't he stay the night here?"

"Not in my room," Ron stated, still confused. Everyone was still for a moment before all five of us rushed to Ginny's bedroom. Her room was empty and her bed was still made. "She's not here!" Ron exclaimed, turning to George. "Where's Ginny?"

George turned to Fred. "Where's Ginny?"

Fred looked confused. "How the hell should I know?"

Ron's jaw dropped and he turned a brilliant shade of purple. "YOU LOST OUR SISTER!?!" he shouted at Fred.

"Now who put me in charge of babysitting?" Fred bellowed back. "Last I've checked, George is two minutes older than me!"

"Where would they have gone?" Remus yelled, silencing the three red heads.

"I don't know; Draco's?" Ron suggested.

Remus and I exchanged the briefest of glances before dashing out of the house.

°°°Narcissa°°°

I stepped onto the front porch of Malfoy Manner and took a deep breath of morning air as I locked the door. Draco had attended a party the night before and, as expected, did not return home in the morning. I figured he was either passed out on a lawn or sleeping on a couch, surrounded by his new friends and girlfriend. At any rate, I intended to go fetch him and see if he wanted to get some breakfast. Perhaps his girlfriend would come along. I hadn't had a proper conversation with her and was anxious to get to know her. My plans for the perfect morning with my son were ruined, however, when a car driving erratically down the street screeched to a halt in front of our lawn.

"Is Harry here, Narcissa?" a man with black hair asked as he exited the car.

"Well, hello, Si! I should have known that only you could drive a car like a two-year-old!" I greeted my cousin as he and his friend stormed up to me.

"Answer me, Cissa!" he exclaimed, wagging a finger in my face.

"Now, now, Si, lost your little boy, have you? Good thing I never let you baby-sit Draco, then. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pick my son up from the Weasleys and take him out to breakfast." I brushed past Sirius and headed toward my convertible.

"He's not there," Sirius stated from behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned on my heals.

"Then he's at his girlfriend's house," I stated.

"Noelle isn't like that," Remus retorted, crossing his arms. We were all silent for a minute, until:

"Cissa, where's Lucius?"

"Get in the car," I instructed them. They didn't need to be told twice.

°°°Draco°°°

My head hurt. I was hungry. I was thirsty. I was in a padded room. And I was laying next to Pothead. My morning sucked!

"Where the hell are we?" Harry asked sleepily, sitting up next to me.

"A mental institution by the looks of it," I replied, glancing at the walls. There were cameras in every corner. "I told you the mafia is after us."

Potter didn't have time to reprimand me, however, because at that moment, the door swung open and two beefy-looking guys entered and forced us to our feet. They held our arms behind our backs as they marched us down a hallway and into another room, which appeared to be an office of someone important. In the office was my mother and father, Sirius Black, and, to my utter confusion, my old eighth grade teacher. I wondered vaguely if this had anything to do with the time I hotwired a car and ran it into the basketball hoop.

"Draco!" my mother exclaimed, running toward me. She took a few steps before my father grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Sirius Black stepped forward and called my father obscenities through gritted teeth.

"Let them go," came an icy voice from somewhere in the corner. Immediately Harry and I were released from the death gripes of the mafia men. I wanted to go to my mother, but everyone was staring at this man as he immerged from the darkness.

"Welcome, Harry and Draco," he stated, grinning to us slyly. The man looked very old and very sick and yet something emanated from him that froze the rest of us to our spots and kept us from attacking him. "My name is Tom Riddle."

Harry and I both snorted at the name. All four of the grown-ups sent us looks that told us to never do that again in Tom's presence. Tom didn't seem to mind though. He came very close to us and walked around us like a general inspecting the troops.

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll get to the point," Tom said at last, stopping in front of us. "I am the head of a very productive business."

A business? Was he going to give us part time jobs? That wasn't so bad. I'm quite good at filing.

"A business where I hire people to ruin other peoples' lives," Tom continued. Well, that wasn't as good as the business I was thinking of originally. "Unfortunately," Tom went on, "There are only a select few who are capable of this business and I'm afraid we are running low on employees. I'm also afraid that we have selected you two to start training to be a part of this business."

Harry and I looked at one another.

"No!" we said at once. Tom smiled.

"I thought you'd say that." He then turned around and ordered my dad to turn on the big screen TV. It flickered to life and in it, we saw Ginny and Noelle, sitting in a padded room much like the one we had just come from, only they were surrounded by men who looked hungry. "On my desk is a contract. You sign that contract and show up everyday for your training, and the girls go free. Narcissa goes free. Black and Lupin go free. And life goes on. I'll allow you to continue living with your guardians and attending Hogwarts High, but you may not leave town, and you may not tell anyone of this. You will be watched the entire time. My men will always be near."

"And if we don't sign it?" Harry asked.

Tom smiled at him and turned back to the TV. "You'll watch your girlfriends lose their souls. I'll kill your guardians and send a bomb to your school."

I turned toward Harry. "You just had to inspect the bluffs last night, didn't you?" Harry told me to do something to myself that made my mother gasp and we both signed the contract. A teenager's life is full of drama.

End Author's Note: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -DOES HAPPY DANCE- YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote this all in one sitting! Aren't you guys proud of me? -sighs with relief- Chapter Nineteen is finally done! Such a happy day in HP land. JK announced that HBP has gone to the publishers, we should know what day it's out tomorrow, and WB released two high res pics of GOF!!! Poor Ron. Those dress robes were horrible. It took a lot of guts for Rupert to get into that outfit. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I tried to keep it as light hearted as possible. For awhile, I was going to try to be serious with the end but I was like, 'Pfft, this is a comedy! Plus how ridiculous is the fact that you got mafia men in it?' Anywho, I've started drawing out the layouts of the places in this fic. So far I have the Weasley house, and a close up of just Ron and Ginny's bedrooms. I didn't attempt the twin's room yet. I just marked it as unknown territory. I'd really like to make my own website and post fics and art work and stuff like that there. If any of you have a suggestion where I can get free Internet space, I'd feel honored.