Twice Over

Heylo again, remember what I said? A small jump in the timeline seems in order in this chapter, doesn't it? Well anyways, I better get us started. I just have to say, that Fred and George are so hot. If you haven't already, and I know I said this in my story 'Bitter Sweet', (at least I remember saying it) on the DVD Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, there is a lot more Fred and George in it, and on the second disk (with all the extra's) there's an interview with Fred and George (James and Oliver Phelps) along with Neville and Seamus Finnegan, but you can see a lot of Fred and George… oh yeah, and the interactive tour in honey dukes? There's a lot of sweet stuff (and I'm not talking about eating candy, I'm talking about eye candy!) Well anyways, that's something to check out if you haven't.

Kissed-Bright Red- yay, you reviewed my story! I'm glad you like it! ::I'm in love, I'm in love, accidentally in love:: with your review!

CrazyTalk32- Thanks for reading remember me, I'm sorry to hear about your frog… as for the mental issue, I'll let you in on a little secret, I'm a bit mental too. But shh!

Lauren- yeah, I can't wait to write second year, it's going to be really great. Thanks for sticking with me for so long, I appreciate it a lot. I liked the talk between George and Alicia in herbology a lot too… it made me laugh while I was writing it. I always worry if other people will find it funny or not…

Jagged Epiphany- yeah, if a Bogart were to show up on my doorstep, I would become an instant Ron. I HATE SPIDERS. But not big ones like tarantulas or stuff cause you can see where they are, it's the tiny ones that bug me… they go in dark places and yuck ::shudder:: it scared me just reading about your experience. Well thanks for the review! Lol you're not the only one who told me they liked the discussion between George and Alicia in Herbology. I'm really happy you like it! THANKS SO MUCH! .

Sunnysweetie- thanks so much for the review, and all of the compliments! I love hearing from you and I'm glad you liked it so much. I feel that Alicia's a witty person. I love it when I'm witty- it doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's awesome! Anyways, thanks for the review!

Angel De La Luna- YOU WOULD REALLY LET ME BE YOUR BETTA? I'M GOING TO DIE! OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR BETA! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I'M SO EXCITED! So send me your address and I'll get to you as soon as possible. ::hops around room, singing, 'I'm going to be your beta, I'm going to be your beta' and then stops before you realize I'm crazy and reconsider:: I thought the discussion between the twins and Lee would be good too because you never really see that side of them, and it shows you that deep down, the little trouble-makers can be sweet to the people they care about most. YAY TWINS!

Rubber-duckiesofdoom- thanks for reading 'lets talk about wizards' I'm glad you like it. Not a Lee/Katie shipper? That's all right, we all have our views! Well Anywho, thanks for giving my stuff the time of day!

Disclaimer- me no own, you no sue. I can't jump forward in time in my own life… but in this story I can. All of this is pretty much my own stuff, I'm just borrowing the characters, and some events mentioned in the novel. Oh how jolly!

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Chapter 5- Stupid Piece Of Parchment

Hogwarts was full of busy students, eating and talking on this particular Friday afternoon, when all classes were off for the rest of the day. Students were enjoying the relaxation, most of them finishing their work for the long weekend, and preparing to relax after a tense and busy week.

George, Fred, and Lee were all sitting at a table together, making jokes and talking about random things, waiting for the girls to arrive from their dorms. Friendships had defiantly flourished over such a short time, and Hogwarts felt like home; a giant family of students.

Lee had defiantly opened up, and was now just as loud and obnoxious as the twins-… well maybe not a MATCH to them, but he was close up there. Fred and George happily landed a record with the most run-ins with Filch in the first months of Hogwarts, as they threw around dung-bombs and set off random traps.

Angelina and Alicia were now official best-friends, rarely seen doing something without the other by their side, like most girls in their first years at school: sticking closely by their friends and not doing anything on their own.

Angelina and Alicia walked into the room, sitting down in their regular seats. Alicia plopped down across from Angelina, in the middle of Lee and George, and Angelina sat by Fred, throwing open her book and taking a quill out from in her pocket and beginning to scribble down dates.

"History of Magic Project?" George asked, picking up one of the textbooks and flipping through it.

"Yes," Angelina said, mouthing numbers as she wrote them.

Alicia opened her book and skimmed through it. "This is stupid."

"What is?" George asked.

"You." Alicia replied, still quite cold to him.

George shrugged it off: it was now a usual thing for Alicia to snap back at anything he said to her. It was the only way they could communicate.

Lee turned in his seat and shot a spitball at the back of a Slytherin's head. He turned around quickly and grabbed Angelina's textbook, pretending to read.

George glanced at his History of Magic textbook in front of him. "I'm finished." He said simply.

"Good for you." Alicia answered.

Fred sighed. "Detention tonight, George."

"Yeah, I know… I remember."

"On the long weekend?" Angelina asked, looking up. "Oh, don't tell me… another run-in with Filch."

"Yeah," George said, "We were out looking for passageways again."

"Why do you do that?" Angelina asked.

Fred leaned over excitedly. "Heard the school's full of them."

"A troublemakers dream." George added.

"Yeah, and you guys didn't wake me that night!" Lee complained.

George laughed. "Lee, you know we would have, it's just,"

"That night you were complaining on how tired you were," Fred ticked off his finger.

"You looked so 'cute' sleeping," George mocked, ticking off another of his fingers along with Fred.

"You were snoring like a baby." Fred said.

"Well- not really… a baby doesn't have quite the lung capacity." George answered.

"Yeah, to snore like THAT-…" Fred continued.

"ALL RIGHT, all right, I get it." Lee said, trying to contain his laughter.

Angelina and Alicia stared.

"You wanted them to wake you up, so you could get in trouble along with them?" Alicia asked.

"All in a days work." Lee said.

"Well I mean, why would you be upset? They got in trouble. If they hadn't, you'd have reason to be though." Alicia reasoned.

"True… but now I'll be all alone in the dorm." Lee said.

"We'll go visit you." Angelina offered.

Lee smiled.

"Not fair…" Fred mumbled so that only George could hear.

Nobody got the relationship of Fred and Angelina. One minute they would be arguing like no tomorrow, and the next they would be spending time discussing fluffy bunnies and flowers-… well, not literally.

"I better get to our dorm and get ready for detention." George said, standing up.

"Oh yes, because it takes so much preparation." Alicia mocked.

"As a matter of fact, it does. Always need to have dung bombs on hand." George said.

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course… take dung bombs to a detention with Filch, and have his scruffy cat, Mrs. Norris, sniff them out. Awesome idea, George. Just brilliant."

George nodded. "It is! I'm glad we agree on something." He said.

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Filch opened the door to his old office, and beckoned the twins in, like usual. They sat in the chairs in front of his desk, making themselves comfortable, and propping their legs up on Filch's table, knocking some papers over.

"How good to see you again, Filch." Fred said, smiling.

George nodded. "I see you've polished the set of chains again." He said, looking behind the desk at a wall with large silver chains hanging from them.

"If I had my way, you two would be hanging from them right now by-…" Filch began.

"Our thumbs." The twins chorused together.

Filch sat in his chair, slightly uncomfortable that the two boys were able to finish his sentence, and do it in sync.

"Tonight, the two of you will be cleaning the floors from the west wing to my office; no magic." Filch said, shuffling through papers and then signing them, handing them to the twins. "You can hand this into McGonagall, your head of house, when you're finished."

"All right," Fred said taking the paper, and then looking to George who was staring off into the dark corners of the office, mouth gaping. He gave George a shove with his elbow and then George reached for the paper as well.

"Now get started, I'm going to a meeting." Filch said, going out of his office after Fred and George had. "Come, Miss Norris." He called to his cat, and he walked down the hallways and out of sight, his beloved cat at his heels.

"A meeting?" Fred wondered aloud as they walked down the halls. "What's he need to go to one of them for? He doesn't do anything but clean Hogwarts… manually. I bet Dumbledore could clean the whole place with one spell, he just wants to give the bloke a job." He said. "Dumbledore could do just about anything with one spell. You know what dad says about Dumbledore," Fred stopped for George to finish his sentence like usual.

George kept walking, staring straight ahead, dragging the mop and bucket behind him.

"George? Dad always says that Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in a long time-… possibly greater than any wizard… George? George are you listening?" Fred asked, dropping his pan and broom, allowing an echoing sound to flow through the moonlit hall.

George looked up at the noise, dropping his mop and broom. "Do you know what I saw?" He asked.

"I can read your mind fairly well, but I don't have your eyes." Fred answered.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" George sighed.

Fred cocked his head to the side. "Is it too hard to explain or something?"

"If I explained it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to give it enough credit." George said dramatically.

"So you can't tell me." Fred answered.

"No," George paused, "But I can show you."

With that, George shot down the hall towards Filch's office. Fred ran straight after him, and the two swerved around the corner, stopping dead at the old door. George looked at his watch and hesitated.

"He'll be back soon." He said. "Lets go."

George took the handle and slowly turned it, and the twins crept into the room. The only thing giving them light was the old windows at the top of the room by the stone ceiling, and the moonlight reflecting off the silver chains on the wall.

George headed straight for the dark corner he was staring at earlier. Then, he smiled at Fred, standing beside an old filing cabinet, looking completely satisfied with himself.

"A filing cabinet?" Fred asked. "I expect better from you, my dear brother."

George rolled his eyes. "Can you read?" He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fred leaned forward, letting the moonlight glow onto the filing cabinet. He read aloud, "Top-Secret files and items." His face lit up with every word, and they shared a triumphant smile.

"What we've been waiting for, the answer to a lot of our problems and this could be it-…" Fred was cut off when a familiar voice was heard just down the hall.

"Yes, my pretty," Filch said to his cat, "what do you smell?"

George and Fred cursed at the same time.

Quickly, George opened the cabinet and plunged his hand into it, grabbing a pile of five pieces of paper. He slammed the cabinet shut, and Fred threw a dung bomb into the corridor, opposite of where they had to be. Hissing loudly, Miss Norris chased the dung bomb and Filch followed, as the twins snuck out of the office and went back into the corridor, running down the hall once again.

George shoved the papers in his robe pocket, and grabbed his mop and bucket, swishing it around in the water and beginning to wash the floor as Fred swept.

"Weasley's!" Came Filch's voice.

The two swung around.

"Filch! Back already?" George asked, leaning on his mop.

Filch held up the shell of the dung bomb Fred had thrown. "Do you know anything about this?" He asked, accusingly.

"No." Fred said. "We were cleaning the whole time, how could we?"

"It was thrown by my office a couple minutes ago." Filch said.

"Sir, it isn't possible for us to throw it, sneak back here, and start cleaning again in that short time." George said.

Filch, being as short-witted as he was, nodded thinking that the logic was good enough, and scowled at the boys, walking with his mewing cat all the way back to his office.

"Close one." Fred said quietly.

"I'll say." George agreed.

The two washed for a while, until they had completely washed the west wing. George opened Filch's office and dropped the broom and mop off in it. Filch was sitting in his chair, reading through complaints and agreements, his cat sitting in another chair, glaring at George with green eyes that knew too much.

Getting back to Gryffindor tower, the twins went up to their dorm. Lee was sleeping like usual, snoring into his pillow. George fished through his robes and pulled out the parchment.

"List of dung bomb users," George read aloud. "Looks like this is an old list… we're not on it and there are a lot of names I've never heard of before. Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew- that name sounds familiar." George placed the list down. "Ah, well this one is useless."

Fred picked it up and turned it over in his hands. "Yeah… fire it?" He asked.

George nodded. "Why not?" He said, picking up the next piece of parchment as Fred threw the list into the fire. "Another list… this one is newer. We're on all of it. Fred and George Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, George and Fred Weasley, Weasley… yeah, we're all the way down the page. Right, it's called 'recent offences', looks to be a couple weeks old. He wont miss it." George said, giving the list to Fred to throw it in the fire.

"Anything else?" Fred asked. He leaned over and grabbed the last piece of parchment. "Blast it… Looks like Filch didn't have anything important in there after all… it's a mere bit of Parchment. Old looking, but of no use unless you want to do 'homework'." Fred said laughing, throwing it down on the table.

George eyed the yellowed parchment.

"Did you dig deep in there?" Fred asked.

George nodded. "That parchment was right near the bottom."

"Must have been misplaced along with the lists. I bet Filch enjoys taking them out and looking through them." Fred said, picking it up and leaning over to throw it in the fire.

"I want it!" George said quickly.

"What for?" Fred asked.

George snatched it from him, and stared at it, opening it and closing it. "I just… I don't think throwing it into the fire is a good idea."

"George," Fred complained, rolling his eyes, "You really don't think that it is of any use…"

George shrugged.

"I can give you parchment if you need it." Fred said laughing, plopping into his bed.

George struggled a smile.

Fred pulled his pyjamas on and yawned. "Yep… nothing but a old, stupid piece of parchment."

George sat on the end of his bed, running his thumb over the paper. "I don't know about that…" He said quietly.

Fred laughed. "You'll see."

George put it on his countertop and pulled his shirt over his head. He then pulled on a pyjama shirt and some pyjama pants. He slid into his bed and looked at the parchment as he turned the light off. He could still see it's yellowing pages through the moonlight.

Fred yawned loudly. "Nothing but a stupid piece of parchment…" He whispered, drifting off to sleep.

George stared harder at its pages. "I don't know about that." He said quietly, drifting into sleep as well.

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If you've read the books, seen the movies, heck, if you like Harry Potter, you'll know what this is. I tried leaving it on a cliffhanger, but then I realized, since you all most likely know what it is, then it isn't really a cliffhanger, now is it? Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying this and you review. It gets better, I promise. Oh yes, it gets much better!

-Kit