Chapter 15

A Prophecy and a Vomit Fight

Disclaimer: (I've been forgetting these.) I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. I'm just a pathetic Harry Potter obsessor trying to write a good story.

"Miss Malfoy, I am sure you are aware that people who make prophecies are not aware of it. I'm also sure that you know that people of any age can make a prophecy. But what you are unaware of is that you, my dear, made a prophecy during your Divination OWL."

I wasn't really paying attention before, but I suddenly looked up. "Me?"

"Yes."

"Well…what was it?"

"It was a very simplistic prophecy. A young girl will be the key to the defeat of or triumph of Lord Voldemort."

"I can't even make a cool prophecy? Everybody knows girls are the only people with the power to kill Lord Voldemort."

"What about Harry?"

"Exactly my point…no, no…I'm just joking. But he's an exception. Do you have any idea who the prophecy is about, anyway?"

"I have three guesses. Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, or you."

"No frikkin' way! I suck at…everything!"

"First of all, you don't 'suck' at everything. Second of all, you may go."

I left Dumbledore's office with a weight on my shoulders. It's not a piece of cake to know you have a 33 chance of being the deciding factor in the win/loss of Voldemort. My spirits didn't exactly heighten when I went into the common room and got vomited on. "Fred! The Puking Pastilles do not feel that great!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry," said Fred, as he shoved the purple end into his mouth.
"You know what…give me one." So I took the Puking Pastille, ate it, and vomited all over Fred. "That felt good."

We did the 'Scourgify' charm on each other so that the vomit was thankfully gone. But then George and Lee came up and vomited all over us again. "You guys are sick!" I yelled, flinging vomit at George's face. We soon got over that fight, since having vomit all over you isn't the most pleasant feeling in the world.

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement," George suggested randomly.

"Sure…why?" I asked.

"We need help developing love potions," admitted Fred.

"Why didn't you ask me sooner? Dork."

"'Cuz we knew that you're going to slip the potion into our drinks just for laughs."

"Just for that comment, be prepared to fall in love with Umbridge."

Fred, George and Lee all threw pillows at me. "Losers. You just don't want to admit you're in luuurve with her!"

"That's about as likely as you and Fred getting it on."

"According to Mrs. Weasley, that's already happened, so beware."

"Mum is strange like that. Hopefully, this summer we'll be able to go to the bathroom without Mum freaking out."

We headed to the Room of Requirement, which was equipped with the finest potion ingredients. I spent about ten minutes squealing over the cauldrons and such, until Lee finally slapped me and brought my attention to the task at hand.

"How strong?" I asked.

"Mild. We don't want possible customers jumping off of cliffs because these people told them to."

As I was finishing the brew, I asked, "So who's gonna be the tester?"

"Lee," chuckled George evilly.

I gave Lee a few drops, so the potion would wear off in a few minutes. He immediately began trying to snog George. "I forgot to add the ingredient where you can't fall in love with someone of the same sex!" I howled, doubled over in laughter. Fred and I decided to have fun with it while it lasted. Fred grabbed George to keep him from running away. Lee came up to George and was about to stick his tongue down George's throat when the potion wore off. He was a centimeter away from George's face.

Fred and I collapsed in laughter as Lee yelled, "censored" I fixed the potion, and we decided to call it a night.

In to common room, we were greeted by Hermione, who told us, "If you want to learn some real Defense Against the Dark Arts, come to the Hog's Head during the next Hogsmeade trip."

"Coolness," I answered. "We'll be there."

"How do you know we'll be there?"

"I know more about you than your own mother does. I think I can figure out that you want to learn some real Defense Against the Dark Arts," I retorted.

"Stalker," muttered Fred, and I threw a prototype Nosebleed Nougat at him.

"Hey! Those are precious!" exclaimed George, wiping it off.

The Hogsmeade weekend came quickly, and we met in the Hog's Head to discuss the Defense Against the Dark Arts club. This kid named Zacharias Smith was being a complete git (surprise, surprise), so Fred and George offered to clean out his ears with this cool looking thing from Zonko's. But we were looking forward to the next meeting and immediately signed the paper where we promised not to tell Umbridge about the club.

When the next meeting came, Ginny made the amazing name of the D.A. for our group. I think both Fred and George were fighting an internal battle not to get up and clap…a lot. (Although the Ministry of Magic are Morons suggestion of Fred's was pretty good.) But I think even with it being NEWT year, since Umbridge was here, Fred, George, Lee, and I were living through the D.A. meetings and the selling of their products. Even after the firs meeting (where we all did pretty well), I noticed Fred and George getting restless.

"You guys…Quidditch match soon!" I thought of, trying to stop whatever train of thought they were having.

"Yeah…against the Slytherins," remarked Fred absently.

The match came quickly, and it was a disaster, to say the least. Malfoy can't lose, so he started insulting the Weasleys, and then Harry. Fred was being held back by the Chasers (swoon! Nooo! No swooning over your best friend!) and Harry and George attacked Malfoy.

"Paige? Are you alright?" Lee asked, not realizing what was going on.

I was shaking so hard, it looked like a seizure, and my wand was pointed at Malfoy. "That…evil…git!" I growled through clenched teeth.

Lee realized what was going on, and his eyes narrowed. "Let me kill him!" he growled.

Madam Hooch finally stopped Harry and George from going at Draco, and sent them to McGonagall's office. Lee and I knew they'd get punished, but when we found out that George and Harry, as well as Fred, had gotten lifelong bans, we freaked, to say the least.

Lee chucked a book across the common room, almost hitting a first year, and I repeatedly hit my head on the wall while muttering, "That evil censored," over and over again. Fred and George were really pissed, but they just threw themselves into Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and the D.A.

We were planning an explosion of Weasley's Wild Fire Whiz Bangs to get back at the dirty toad called Umbridge, but that was all put on hold when Arthur was put in St. Mungo's. I cried and freaked out when George and Fred went to Number 12 to wait for Molly. Arthur Weasley was more like a father to me than my biological father, so I was hysterically upset. "This can't be!" I exclaimed into my pillow, pounding my fists on my bed. But after what seemed like a long time, Mr. Weasley made a full recovery, and Fred, George, Lee, and I threw ourselves into the big plan once more.

We had one more DA meeting planned before the big day, and it was one of the best ever. We were conjuring Patronuses. My Patronus was a leopard, which Fred and George kept joking looked like a Nundu. "You know I can't be controlled by less than 100 wizards," I growled. Fred's was a griffin (so sexy! note sarcasm) and George's was a dragon, a Welsh green (even more sexy! note even more sarcasm).

But the evening was ruined, no, was a train wreck…when Dobby announced that Umbridge knew where we were practicing. Fred, George, Lee, and I bolted to the Gryffindor common room. We were asleep before Harry came back.

The next morning, there was a notice saying that Umbridge had replaced Dumbledore as headmaster. Fred, George, Lee, and I exchanged a look that meant, "This lady is going to wish she didn't mess with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."

"Looks like all the Whiz Bangs'll be used up," I commented.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chappie! As always, R&R!  If you don't know what a Nundu is, refer to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!