Chapter three: Gred and Forge Put in Their Two Cents Worth

Barry sat in the Leaky Cauldron reading his letters one from school and one from Lemo. The one from school was all about the books he required, when he was returning to school and a permission slip to be able to go to Hogsmeade. There was no way in hell he could get permission now...And Lemo's was mostly about how they should get together to throw a party for his fifteenth. That was probably the worst thing about being thrown out of Hogwarts, he'd not be able to see his friends everyday. He'd have his wand snapped and not be able do magic, he could hear the Dursley's sniggering now. Barry froze for a second, that sniggering wasn't a figmant of his imagination...he turned around in his chair to face Gred and Forge, Don's brothers sitting the a nearby table sniggering as they watched him talking to himself. Knowing they had been spotted, they got up and walked over to Barry,

"You know,"

"The most,"

"Obvious,"

"Place for a,"

"Nearly fifteen,"

"Year old..."

"Okay, Gred. This is stupid and a long way of saying something."

"But, it's cool! It confuses people!"

"Yea, and then they don't get what we're saying!"

"We don't get what we're saying half the time."

"Shut up! I get what we're saying even if you don't."

"Hey!"

Gred rolled his eyes,

"Barry, the first place the ministry should have looked for you was here. Considering you're fifteen, have no where else to go that's nearby and here's the only place they serve alcohol to people no matter how old they are..." He said pointing to Barry's water.

"That's water."

"Water! I thought it was that muggle drink, Vodka! What's wrong with you! They'll serve you here! See look at the kid there..."

Barry looked at the sixteen year old in the corner with a scotch bottle in his hand,

"What about him?"

"He's been in here since he was ten. He works in the kitchens to pay off his alcohol bill..."

"Really?"

Gred and Forge nodded.

"Okay Barry, here's what we're going to do-" Forge began when Barry realised something,

"How did you guys get here anyway?"

The boys stood up taller and looked proud,

"We got our licenses!" They both said.

"An apparating license?"

Their expressions dropped,

"Nah, we failed that. So we decided to do something a lot more simple!"

"And that would be...?"

"We got a muggles driver's license!" They pulled out almost identical drivers license.

"You guys passed?"

"Of course we did!" They admired their licenses, then swapped them realising they had each others.

"Well...er...Congratulations..."

"Thanks Barry!" Forge said.

"But this is a temperary fix. We're going to have another go at our apparating tests later this year." Gred said.

"Okay...Well good luck then..." Barry got up and turned to walk away when Forge and Gred stepped in front of him,

"Where do you think your going, mate?"

"Around...Since Hogwarts won't have me now..."

"What are you on about!"

"Well they gave me a last warning and I've already blown that."

"How did you 'blow' it exactly?" Gred asked.

Barry pointed at his floating belongings.

"Oh, well that's easily solved!" Forge said, "You just tell the ministry official that you didn't have your stuff floating magically! Tell them it was probably some other wizard nearby..."

"That would work?" Barry asked doubtfully.

"Totally, we've done it before!"

Gred looked around,

"Now, Barry you come with us and we'll take you back to our place-"

"But-"

"No butting!" Gred said.

"You have worried friends and a paranoid girlfriend waiting-"

"Excuse me, Mr. Saucepan?" A round man in an ugly hat pushed in between Gred and Forge, "Barry it's been a wild goose chase finding you!"

"And you'd be...?"

"Fredrick Cocoa, Minister of Magic."

"Uh...Hi..." Barry said nervously. The colour drained from Gred and Forge's faces.

"Now, Barry it was irresponsible of you to run from your aunt and uncles. You'll be pleased Miss. Margret Dursley has been reduced to size and her memory wiped."

"And that'd please him? He did it for a reason-"

"Quiet, Mr. Weasel. Now, Barry I'm assuming you'd want to be escorted back to your aunt and uncles?"

Gred muttered darkly to Forge, causing Cocoa to turn and face them,

"Is there something you'd like to share with Barry and I?"

"Well, sir with great respect...Think about it, Barry hates those people! His family are pricks, and that cousin of his is huge!"

"But, they are still his family-"

"Yea, but he doesn't like them."

Cocoa looked at Barry.

"I don't like them," Barry said.

Cocoa sighed,

"Well you have to go somewhere..."

"Yea, he's coming to our place!"

With that, Gred and Forge lifted his luggage in one hand and then linked arms with Barry,

"C'mon Bazza, lets not keep Lemo waiting..."

"Barry!" Andrew said, through a mouthful of pins, "How's it?"

"Drew...What are you-"

"Sewing!"

"BARRY!" Something dressed in pink and blonde hair tackled Barry to the ground, knocking his glasses off, "I missed you so much! You shouldn't have run away like that! Oh! You don't have your glasses on!"

Barry struggled to think who this blonde haired mystery was, he put his glasses on and look at her,

"Lemo? Your blonde and...Pink..."

Lemo smiled disappeared, turning into a scowl,

"She did it!" She pointed her finger at Jub who was sitting on Don's lap, "She died my hair while I was sleeping! And took away all my black!" Lemo looked down at her pink outfit and adjusted her skirt, "I look like a freak!"

"I think you look nice!" Jub said.

"Well I don't! I look like some bimbo who wants world peace and carries a freakin' dog in her purse!"

Barry patted her on the blonde head,

"You still look hot though..."

"Aww...That's so sweet. BUT YOU MUST BE FUCKING BLIND!"

"Language..." Mrs. Weasel warned as she threw together some sandwiches for Barry.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasel..."

"It's only temporary for christ sake!" Jub said.

Lemo's eyes flashed,

"You said it was permanent!"

"No..." Jub said slowly, "Andy said it was permanent..."

Andy giggled nervously,

"I got to go..." she got up and ran, closely followed by Lemo, shouting,

"You know I can't run in this effing skirt!"

Barry watched her run off,

"She does look hot..."

"Don't let her hear you saying that again..." Emo said looking out the window to see Andy jumping over the creek and Lemo not seeing it and falling in, "Or it'll be you she'll be chasing..."

"So...You blew up your aunt?" Don changed the conversation.

"Uh. Yea."

"Wicked!"

"Donald Ronald Weasel! Don't get any ideas!"

"Mum...I just said it was wicked, I didn't say that's a great idea!"

"Yea, he knows the ministry'll have to dig him up if he does," Gred said, taking one of Barry's sandwiches.

"He'll be six feet under!" Forge added, taking the other sandwich.

"You two! I just made them for Barry!" Mrs. Weasel said grumpily as she began to make some more.

Andy suddenly burst through the front door, she looked around,

"Place to hide!" She said urgently, everyone shrugged helplessly, "Well your a fat lot of help!"

"YOUR DEAD ROSE!"

"Levitanté" Andy muttered and she floated up towards the roof and stayed floating there. Lemo came in moments later,

"Where is she!"

Everyone shrugged.

"Guuuuys..." Lemo moaned, "I saw her run in here!" Knowing no one else was going to tell her she ran to find Andy upstairs, almost knocking over Pierce who had just woken up. Over the summer Pierce had gotten a lot more piercings and a tatoo on his back, that Mrs. Weasel knew nothing about... Andy dropped down from the ceiling and went to sit next to Andrew. Barry looked from Mr. and Mrs. Weasel waiting for one of them to tell her off for using magic, but neither of them did. Probably because it was so harmless...Barry concluded.

"Morning all!" Pierce said sitting himself down at the table.

Mrs. Weasel tapped her foot impatiently,

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Oh," Pierce looked mildly puzzled, "Afternoon then!"

Mrs. Weasel sighed and decided to let it go. Andy and Pierce met eyes and both of them blushed,

"Pierce."

"Andy."

"Pierce," Andrew glared at Pierce.

Mione looked at the three of them,

"You three, grow up! If it hadn't been for the abnormality potion, Andy and Pierce wouldn't have even thought about getting married! And Pierce we all know you don't wear tutu's on a day to day basis..."

Mr. Weasel's head poked out from behind his newspaper,

"What's this about abnormality potion?"

Mione looked at him surprise,

"They...Uh...Didn't anyone tell you?"

"Tell us what?" Mrs. Weasel was now interested, she placed Barry's sandwiches in front of him, slapping Gred and Forge's hands at the same time.

"Well, someone drugged about an quater of the Gryffindors with abnormality potion. We think it was the pumpkin juice at one end of the table..Anyway Pierce (Dressed in a tutu) and Andy (With a serious attitude) decided to get married. Luckily Barry put a stop to it, otherwise the potion would have really caused some problems..."

Mr. Weasel chuckled,

"Really? What did you do, Mione?"

"Well...I..." Mione's cheeks pinked.

"She was a commitment phobic - with a suit of armor..." Barry said for her.

Several people sniggered, while Don cracked up.

"Shut up Don! At least people could understand what I was saying!"

"Shut up!"

Mr. and Mrs. Weasel looked at Barry,

"Don spoke gibberish."

"Oh? Really? Probably a big improvement!" Mrs. Weasel laughed as Don said,

"Muuum!"

Lemo came back down the stairs,

"Okay, I'm calm. I'm not going to kill you Andy..."

Andy sat back in her seat.

"Now, have all of you got your book lists!" Mrs. Weasel asked

Everyone nodded.

"Okay, that's tomorrows job...Barry, eat up..."

MERRY CHRISTMAS! (Just incase I don't update before then) THANKS TO THOSE WHO LIKED MY STORIES, LEFT A REVIEW OR THOUGHT I WAS EVEN SLIGHTLY FUNNY! THANKS SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A HAPPY, SAFE AND GREAT CHRISTMAS!

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