Summary: HP/LOTR Crossover. After a 'most excellent' adventure to Rivendell, Fred and George find themselves back at Hogwarts—with one small problem. Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas are with them. Now they must find a way to send them back without losing their reputation at Hogwarts in the process.
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Inspirational Music for Chapter: ZOEgirl and Newsboys!
Chapter Dedication: Tooo—The7Bells! Thank you for inspiration a WHOLE lot! And for reviews, of course. Giggles
"Did you hear what Fred and George did this afternoon?" Ron asked with a grin as he made his way towards the portrait, his face turned towards Harry and Hermione.
"Oh no, what did they do now?" Hermione asked before looking towards the Fat Lady. "Banshee."
As they heard the creaking of the hinges while it swung open, Ron grinned, obviously glad to have an audience, even if it was just Harry and Hermione.
"They were supposed to be doing a prank on Snape—they had all of the suits of armor doing a waltz of some kind with each other!—when they didn't finish what they were supposed to! Apparently Snape found Lee digging around inside his office for something and now he's got a month of detention," he declared, glowing with pride. "He said he's going to murder them when he finds them."
Both Harry and Hermione exchanged looks, a grin on their faces as they knew very well what Ron thoughts of when he referred to his brothers. All his life he wanted to show them up, and finally he was one step ahead of them before the two found out they were going to die.
"So, what do you suppose happened to them, anyways?" Harry asked as he turned to his red headed friend. "It's not like them to run off in the middle of a prank. I mean, they cherish their work, don't they?"
Hermione suddenly smiled before turning to them, putting on a superior voice. "Well, who would you prefer to ask? They themselves or the three strange boys they are sitting with?" she questioned before the two gave her aghast looks.
"What are you, psychic?" Ron asked, shaking his head. "How would you know what they're doing and why is it it's always you who knows the stuff no one else does?"
"Uh, Ron?" Harry asked, noticing exactly what Hermione had been talking about.
"What, mate? I'm right, am I not? I mean, she always knows everything we don't. What is with that?" Ron asked before jumping as he felt someone poke him in his sides.
"Maybe she used her eyes, Ronnikins," came a familiar voice and Ron turned around to see the raised eyebrows of his brothers and three boys he had never seen sniggering at him.
Turning redder than a brick, he scowled at the two, glaring. "Stuff it you gits, it's not like I spend all my time looking around for you two. I just wanted to forewarn you guys that—" he began but was cut off as Percy came out of a room, giving all of them suspicious looks.
"What are all of you doing in here? Fred, George, you two should very well be in class and you know it," he began before freezing up, seeing the two elven boys. "And I don't believe I know either of you, and as prefect I am required to know everyone in Gryffindor House. What are you doing in our Common Room?" he asked, shooting the other five suspicious looks.
"Oh, Percy—just the person we were looking for," George began, a grin forming. "These three are new students, been sorted into Gryffindor and all. They are very interested in learning about the school and classes. Fred and I figured that you would be the perfect person, since you're so highly educated and prefect as well."
These words took a toll on Percy, everyone noticing that he stood up straighter, chin high as a hint of his ego shone in his eyes. "Well, I guess I myself couldn't have said it any better. What would you like me to do?"
"Tour them around, introduce them to the teachers. Believe me, they are better behaved than our dear Hermione, I'm certain you'll get along with them immediately," Fred declared before a small smile formed on his lips. "And now we must be going, we have a class to attend."
As he and George saluted towards the bewildered elves, smirked on their faces, they patted them on the shoulders before wrapping their arms around the trios' necks and led them out.
"Have fun, boys!" George could be heard calling out before the portrait shut behind them, leaving a confused Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas standing dumbly next to a prideful prefect.
"Well, if you wish to know about this school, we'll start off with your dorms. What year are you three in?" Percy asked as he turned back towards the boys' staircase, indicating that the three should follow.
After they were silent for longer than Percy could stand, he turned to face them and noticed the puzzled look they had. "Alright, you don't know that yet? How old are you? Fourteen, fifteen?" he asked.
"Er…fifteen," Legolas spoke for them before the other two could go on about their thousand years of age, knowing that this boy wouldn't find it funny.
"Alright, then, you should be in fifth year. This will be your dorm of which you will share with my two brothers you were talking to and their friend Lee Jordan. Now, if you'll just follow me, I'll introduce you to your future teachers."
After what seemed like hours for the three elven boys as they wandered through the halls, they suddenly realized that the room they were approaching sent chills up their spines, corridors getting colder the nearer they got.
"This is Professor Severus Snape's class, Potions. He is currently in class with Gryffindor and Slytherin second years. I believe you met two of them recently—well, now, come on!" he stated, knocking on the door before entering immediately afterwards.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks, grinning widely as they heard the teacher. Snape, the supposed pushover. Giving each other a nod, they entered with their heads held high, Legolas shortly behind them.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape. I have been sent to direct three new students that will be in your fifth year class. If you'll just let them stay for a few short moments, I'm certain that it would be greatly pleased by Dumbledore," Percy stated just as he had for the others.
Professor Snape was about to shout for the prefect and three trailing boys to leave before sucking in his breath and shaking his head. Eyes blazing, he shook his head. "This class takes complete concentration, I can not have anything of disturbance to the class. So, if you don't mind, I would deeply appreciate if you would take them out.
Nodded hastily, Percy made to back out but was shocked as he saw the twins walk straight past him and up to Professor Snape.
"Uhhh—sir?" Elrohir asked, a small smirk on his face. "May I ask you if you have had bacon this morning?"
Sending the two suspicious looks, Snape opened his mouth to snap out at them but was stopped as Elladan continued.
"We were just wondering, because it looks as though you have some left over grease."
They heard everyone gasp at his words, including Draco who didn't dare utter a single word before Snape held his head high, sneering down at the two with blazing eyes.
"Detention, a month. You will see me after dinner this evening, no excuses," he hissed before turning around, leaving very shocked elven twin lords who were nearly dragged away by an upset Percy and followed out by a curious Legolas.
As they left the room, they were shocked to be met with Fred and George who were in the middle of hysterics.
"Have fun, boys," George commented between a gasp for air before landing on the floor, howling as Elladan and Elrohir glared at them and left with heavy footsteps, ignoring the disdainful look Percy gave them before looking up at each other and mocking the other two instantaneously. "We thought you had some left over grease!"
A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, R/R!
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