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You know, I soooo wanted to say that Bill and Charlie were going to come look after Harry, just to say "MWAH HA HA you thought it was going to be the twins!" thing was by doing that it messes up one of the chapters I'm gonna write at some point. Anyway. The next chapter! Please review? Pretty please?
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Harry woke up groggily, but as soon as he realised where he was, he was instantly awake. Somehow, he was back in the room with the curtain walls. Suddenly what had happened yesterday came back to him – the ride on Ron's head, the bubble fight, the plants that were very nice if a bit too gossipy, and then falling asleep at dinner.
He hadn't been in trouble per say, but he could tell from the looks the students kept giving him that he had done something wrong, even in this magic school.
Even in this school with good ghosts (like Casper if he remembered right) and randomly moving stairs, he was different. Harry sighed, got dressed with the clothes that were on the box at the end of the bed (being very quiet), had a wash and brushed his teeth with the toothbrush he had found with his clothes.
Then he was bored. He had explored the room yesterday; there was not even a moving dragon or anything on the bedside table, just a few books with weird pictures in it like turning a cat into a table. With a flash of inspiration, he realised he hadn't looked in any of the boxes. He hadn't wanted to yesterday, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If he didn't do something he was sure he'd go insane!
Jumping down, he turned to the box at the end of his bed and stared at what was on it. The box even had his name on it! They wouldn't punish him for looking at something with his name on, would they?
He carefully opened it, as if expecting it to explode as soon as he looked inside. What was there was strange, to someone who had been raised as a muggle. Slowly taking things out, he placed books, a big piece of material (very slippery) and random pieces of parchment beside. It was then he found the broom.
Carefully taking it out, he put it on the floor and inspected it. This was a magic broom, he was sure of it. Harry had seen enough Halloween decorations to know that for sure. It was about two meters longish, and on the top it had the words "thunderbolt" (maximum speed: the speed of sound, visit Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley for further details. Payment by offer). It was then the voice, the same one that had shown him all the hiding places when they were playing hide and seek, said "Put it on the floor, put your hand over it, and say up!"
Harry did what he was told, wondering that if he did he could actually fly it. Following the instructions, he got on the broom and corrected his posture, and stamped of the ground.
Gasping as he rose about 3 meters from the ground, he flew gently around the room. This grew tiring though. It was all very well, but he wondered "Could this go any faster?"
The voice was quiet at the moment, when he noticed the window was open. Flying gently towards it, he wondered whether he would get into trouble if he flew out, went around the tower once or twice and then returned. Nobody would notice. Nobody would see. Everybody was asleep!
"HARRY!"
However, Harry was already out the window as Hermione entered the dorm. In the hopes of waking Harry and Ron early for once instead of rushing to breakfast, she had gone up to the dorms only to find the ones who should have been watching him fast asleep, and Harry flying out the window on the newest, fastest broom on the market.
"ROOOOOOON!" she shrieked, sounding remarkably like Mrs. Weasley. The boys were instantly awake and peering out through their curtains.
"PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY HARRY HAS JUST FLOWN OUT THE WINDOW ON HIS BROOM WHILE YOU LOT WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING HIM WERE ASLEEP!" this question would have been very calm were it not for the volume at which it was yelled.
"WHAT?" the boys cried, rushing to the windows. Harry was happily racing through the air, giggling and was slowly getting more adventurous. This could only lead to trouble. (a/n I should know. my brother once got bored of just being on his bike so he tried to fly a kite at the same time. Ended up with a cracked tooth and huge bruises everywhere.)
The boys then said a few choice phrases making it very lucky that the six year old's ears weren't nearby. Hermione was tempted to shout and scream at the boys but Harry was getting further and further away and yelling wouldn't help at the moment.
Racing around Gryffindor tower in the search of a broom, Ron, Dean, Ginny and Seamus took off after Harry in the hope that they could get to him before anything happened.
Harry was having the time of his life. Getting faster and faster, he swerved, dived and just simply flew through the air. He didn't notice the people coming to stop him until Ginny and Ron suddenly appeared in front of him, as he hadn't been aware of anything but the feeling of flying through the air
Moaning about why he couldn't play for a little longer, Harry was pulled onto Ginny's broom, while Ron held the Thunderbolt. Returning to Gryffindor common room, he was swept into a very relieved Hermione's arms after being checked for any sign of damage.
"Don't you ever do that to me again young man!" Hermione said, frowning.
"I was bored and there was the broom and that voice told me just what to do and it was BRILLIANT!" Harry said, hoping that he wouldn't get yelled at too much.
"I don't care. You are not to do that ever – what do you mean, Voice?" Hermione asked, ignoring the mutterings from her fellow Gryffindors around the common room.
"The voice. The one who told me where the best hiding places were, and how to start that bubble fight with Draco because I wanted to play," Harry explained, as the Gryffindors giggled at the memories from yesterday.
Hermione stared for a minute, then realised the time. "Shouldn't you be down having breakfast by now?" she barked at the Gryffindors, and then turned to see the sixth year boys had made their exits to get dressed while they were still alive.
Asking Ginny, who was ready for breakfast anyway, to look after Harry for the time being, she made her way up the stairs to outside the sixth year boy's room. Shouting at them from outside, to at least let them keep some sort of privacy, they got a severe telling off.
"I can NOT believe you! How could you sleep through a boy, a six year old boy at that, flying around the room! Do you not realise the danger Harry could have been in? What would have happened if Harry had fallen? Or crashed into something? Would you have woken up then? I have half a mind to let Harry sleep in my dorm, regardless of the fact it's a girls dorm and Harry could change back at any time! I can simply not believe that you slept through it all! I know you're teen males and all, but still!" Hermione came to the end of her rant when Neville, Ron, Seamus and Dean opened the door ready to go to breakfast, all looking extremely guilty.
She realised that they had been yelled at enough for the time being, and led them downstairs to where Ginny was chasing Harry around the room, to the room's occupant's amusement.
Hermione raised her eyebrows at her; Ginny simply said "He started it."
"Did not!" Harry said, while hiding behind Ron.
"Did!"
"Not!"
"Did"
"Not"
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"Did"
"Not"
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"Enough!" Hermione said exasperated. "You both started it, and I'm finishing it!" Harry and Ginny pouted, but nodded.
"While we're on the subject on what you've been doing Harry James Potter," she said, worrying everyone as she had used his full name. "From now on, even if the voice tells you that you can go on the broom, you will not even touch a one unless either Ron, Ginny or I am with you. Is that understood?" Harry nodded, looking at the floor.
"Also, when you do get up in the morning, you either wake up Ron or any of the boys in the dorm, or you shall come wake me. Is that understood?" Harry nodded again, but was very worried about the idea of waking somebody up. Last time he had done that had resulted in a very painful back for three weeks.
"Now, breakfast!" the group cheered, and headed out the door (painting, whatever). Harry was about to run off after Ginny, who was really fun, when he was picked up and put on Ron's shoulders. This time it was Harry's turn to cheer as Ron raced down the corridor.
Holding on for dear life, he whooped and cheered Ron on as they beat Neville and Seamus to the first floor and left Ginny and Hermione way behind. Victory was theirs when they managed to beat Dean to the Great Hall; startling all the students who were only half awake with their cheering and "victory dance".
They soon sat down to breakfast with the other boys of the dorm, with Ginny and Hermione appearing just as they started eating as they had let boys be boys and have their little race.
Harry had just finished his breakfast and was patiently waiting for the others to finish when to red-headed blurs cart-wheeled down the length of the hall between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables
The two evil clones stopped right in front of the teachers table, leaned against each other for a moment waiting for the floor to stop moving, and stood in Parade Rest.
"SIR, reporting for duty SIR!" they shouted as one, pulling off identical salutes. Dumbledore simply nodded, eyes sparkling full blast, and pointed out their charge in the crowd of horror-struck faces. Marching towards the Gryffindor table, they came to a halt behind Harry who was staring at them wide-eyed.
"Ello," they said in perfect unison.
"I'm Fred," said Tweedle Dee
"I'm George" said Tweedle Dum
"We're here to play," said George grinning, while Fred glanced around at their audience.
"I'm Harry," he said cautiously.
"Come on!" started Fred
"We've got loads to do if-" continued George
"We're going to have-"
"Any fun today!"
Harry's heading was hurting, but something told him to trust them. Looking at Hermione with a pleading-hopeful face, she gulped and nodded, dreading today all of a sudden.
Hopping down from the bench, he followed the twins out the door, through a few corridors and into a dusty classroom. Ron and Hermione both realised as the trio left that a six year old on a Thunderbolt actually wasn't that bad, in comparison.
Meanwhile there was panic in throughout the Great Hall. Students feared for their very sanity at the idea of the twins return without having to worry about consequences such as losing house points, and teachers were terrified. Professor Dumbledore just sat there quietly, knowing that today would be a very interesting day.
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The first strike happened between the first lesson and second. Everyone was bustling from one class to another when five dungbombs went off in the smallest corridor in the school. The Slytherin fifth years and Hufflepuff second years, who basically swapped classes at that point, were not pleased in the least as the smell stayed with them for the rest of the day.
Next was Professor McGonagall. While teaching Ravenclaw third years, a rain cloud suddenly appeared over her head and showered her with confetti. Lightening was replaced with volume increased party poppers, causing people to constantly jump when they burst at random moments.
At break Harry and the clones were no where to be found, though it was noticed that Gryffindor first years were running around with punk hair styles and neon pink school uniforms; Filch was being followed by some extremely large water balloons which exploded over his head periodically; Ravenclaw sixth years were talking backwards and Slytherin fourth years were being attacked by fairies that looked a lot like Barbies with wings and "just want to play tea parties".
It was about midway through the lesson after break that Harry appeared in Hermione and Ron's Charms class with Hufflepuff. He wondered in, unnoticed to the students right up to point when he found Professor Flitwick Offering him a boiled sweet, Flitwick took one cheerfully while asking where Fred and George were. Harry sidestepped the question as the class held its breath, waiting for the sweet's effects. Nothing happened, much to most of the class's disappointment. Harry passed out the sweets to everyone, and then left once everyone had been given one saying he had to go find where his friends were.
After about five minutes, there was a shriek from Hermione as she was the first one to notice the sky blue skin of their professor. The man in question looked curiously at his hand which changed first slightly to red before changing to yellow as he laughed at himself. The class soon followed in the strange new skin tones, the colours ranging from a pink (from those who were embarrassed to be caught out by a six year old) to orange-yellow (from those who thought it was hilarious). It appeared it was a mood spell of some sort.
By the end of lunch there was proof of how much work the Pranking Three had been up to. Dumbledore was sporting robes of yellow smiley faces with a blue background, pink fluffy slippers and tweety birds flew around his head cartoon style. All third years were wearing cowboy outfits and spoke in a wild west sort of style – the Hufflepuffs were enjoying this experience a lot more then the Slytherins were, to say the least.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first years were walking like Egyptians while bubbles floated randomly out of their ears. Gryffindor fifth years were unable to say anything other then "Pass the omelette" and "Damn balloon fairies," but at least they weren't Hufflepuff fourth years. They had been in Trelawney's Divination class. Now they were all dressed in her sort of style, including the glasses, and could only say "We're all doomed!" Slytherin first years were currently unable to not sing whatever they wanted to say while wearing John Travolta outfits.
Add that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff fifth years now had the appearance of Lego people, and so it was a very pretty and interesting collection of students and teachers in the great hall that lunch time.
There was angry mutterings about the ones who caused the chaos, but when Harry appeared looking innocent and "Awww so cute!" a lot of them went out the window. (a/n the mutterings and thoughts of revenge, not the actual people…though that would be fun) Greeting Hermione and Ron with sparkling eyes, he grinned as their skin turned from light blue to a purple colour.
Hermione tried desperately not to yell at Harry, knowing that the ones to blame were the mirror images, not an innocent six year old. Making sure he had plenty to eat, Harry refused to say what else would be happening in the afternoon. Taking a large plate of sandwiches for Fred and George, Harry ran out the hall as soon as Hermione let him leave the table. She would have loved to have kept questioning him to see if they could somehow foil the pranks, but Ginny's death glare and repeated comment of "Damn balloon fairies," had her worried for his health.
Five minutes into the lesson after lunch found Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fourth years dressed as Wizard of Oz witches with red sparkly shoes – not exactly a good idea considering they were practising creating ice cubes and snow, meaning there were constant cries of "I'm melting!" from those more knowledgeable of muggle culture.
Gryffindor second year's Transfiguration class was pulled to a complete halt as they all became superheroes and talked in speech bubbles as seen in comics. McGonagall sent them to their common rooms with her ears nearly emitting smoke after she had to endure one to many "I'm Spiderman!" "No, I'M Spiderman" and arguments over which superhero was better.
Seventh years had been left alone so far, much to most's relief, but a fair few's paranoia. It was generally rumoured that seventh years weren't going to be pranked as they were top of school and were Fred and George's old classmates. (a/n yeah right!)
Slytherin and Ravenclaw seventh years were hit with a truth-randomness-backwards spell, meaning they suddenly said the truth about anything that came into their head. This would have been extremely embarrassing but since whatever they said was backwards anyway (e.g. I ekil knip seinnub) it didn't really matter, still annoyed them anyway though.
Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were surprisingly turned into trees that reminded people a lot of the tree thingies from the Lord of the Rings films. (a/n no offence to any LOTR fans who are probably right now, instead of reading this, are sending me an angry review – I just don't know what they were called and don't really care as the films were crap. Oh no - I'm just digging myself deeper aren't I? I'll give up now). It didn't help that the tweety birds that had been spelled to circle Professor Snape's head came to nest in their branches - a fair few still stayed with Snape though. It was thought that they liked the rainbow robes he was sporting.
The Slytherin sixth years were getting edgy. Nearing the end of the lesson they still hadn't been pranked and it was nearing the end of the day. They needn't have worried though – as soon as they left their DADA lesson, they were hit with spells that turned the boys robes into ballroom gowns and the girls clothes turned into tutus with wings and a very glittery wand with a star stuck on the end (their normal wands remained normal).
Ron and Hermione didn't see Harry until dinner. Everybody had just sat down to start when in marched Fred, Harry and then George. Halting in front of Professor Dumbledore they saluted and shouted "Sir, mission completed, Sir!"
"Good to hear. You had a lot of fun today Harry?" Dumbledore queried, eyes sparkling.
"Sir yes Sir! It was really cool!" Harry gabbled, as energetically as a six year old could.
"I tell you sir-" Fred started
"If he'd have properly trained-" continued George
"He would have given us a run for our money!"
"He came up with-"
"The most brilliant ideas-"
"Ever!" the twins said together. Harry beamed – it hadn't all been him though. The voice had helped a bit too.
"And with that, we must be off." George said
"We must return to our shop to-" added Fred
"Continue with our newest inventions." Continued George steadily
"Thank you for being such good sports!"
"Don't be strangers-"
"And please visit us at Diagon Alley!" they concluded, shaking Harry by the hand and cart wheeling/somersaulting out the hall. Just as they reached the doors, there was a tremendous bang and everything returned to normal much to most's relief, though there was some grumbling (mostly the Hufflepuff cowboys).
Harry sat and ate his dinner, very tired. It had been a very long day. Leaning against Hermione's arm, his lack of energy was noticed and it was quickly decided he needed a bath and then bed.
Grumbling weakly about how he didn't want a bath and it was too early to go to bed, he was led to the Prefect's bathroom.
Watching Hermione pull on a couple of the taps around the bath, he turned on a few too, watching the different colours. It was really pretty.
"Come on Harry. Into the bath. I'll be back in half an hour and by that time I want to squeaky clean. Don't forget to wash behind you ears!" with that, Hermione left, leaving Harry gazing worriedly at the extremely large bath.
"No problem." He thought. Just because he'd never had a bath before was no need to be nervous. Usually it was just a quick scrub under the shower before being dragged out again. Taking his time, he undressed and put his toes in the water – good grief! It was hot!
Stealing himself, he jumped in and stayed at the shallow end of the large tub. doing as he had been told, he washed himself and hair and was about to get out when he found the magical battle ships. Assuming they were normal boats he had but them into the water to play "pirates," but soon the boats were firing bubbles at each other. Pretty soon the whole bathroom was soaked and Harry was in the middle of a full scale war. This was how Hermione found him 45 minutes later.
Opening the door she found everything soaking wet, with Harry in the middle of it trying desperately to put on some very damp socks. Drying everything with a few charms, including his clothes, they tidied away the boats and headed back to Gryffindor tower.
"Time for bed, Harry." Hermione said sternly, as soon as they got to the Common room.
"Can't I go to bed later? I'm not tired at all!" Harry said, trying desperately to hide the tell-tale yawn.
"Bed." She said simply, ignoring the snickers of nearby Gryffindors.
"But, but…" Harry said, as he was picked up and taken towards the boy's dorm.
"No buts. You're obviously tired, and the earlier you go to bed, the earlier morning will come." She said simply, tucking him into bed. Harry nodded drowsily, and he was asleep before she'd finished drawing his curtains.