Fred cackles. In his left hand is a Portable Swamp and in his right hand is a camera.
George swears. The two might be soul bonded twins, but sometimes George seriously questions the sanity of his brother.
"Are you sure this is smart?" George frets. He is up for a lot of pranks. And he is willing to do a lot of dumb things in the name and honor of the Marauders, but setting off a Portable Swamp in the kitchen right before the dinner rush at Hogwarts for the House Elves just seems like a reallllyyyy bad idea.
"Sh. As long as we don't get caught everything is fine." Fred says, waving off George's question.
George bites his lip in worry but does not continue to bring up the very bad feeling he is getting from this.
He remembers what Harry says House Elves are capable of. And these House Elves are about to do something they take great pride in. Preparing food for the future generations of wizards.
Just as the House Elves pop into the kitchen Fred tosses the Portable Swamp. It lands with a splat, instantly causing the House Elves to squeak as several fall into the sticky tar.
Magic dances on their long spindly fingers, flying in every which direction, knocking over pots and pans. Premade food falling onto the floor and coating it in a liberal coat of colored mess.
Over the noise a small click is heard and all heads turn in unison towards the twins. Bulbous eyes staring wide, no emotion or movement save for the flopping of ears until a small elf asks a single question.
"Did Mr. Weasels do this?"
George coughs, hiding his fear behind his hand. But his cough must have been enough confirmation for them because it is like all the noise has been sucked from the room. George feels like he is going to choke.
The small elf, more like an elfling, has hell fire in her eyes when she speaks next. "Gets them."
The two twins have never ran so fast.
Harry jerks upright in his seat, startling Haruhi who is sitting across from him drinking tea.
"My Weasley senses are tingling."
Haruhi cocks her head, causing several girls to squeal in delight at the cuteness of it. "Weasley senses?"
"Yes. They are my twins. They are like the Hitachiin twins, but they do a lot more stupid and reckless stuff." Harry scrunches his nose. "Though I don't know what they could have done that is so bad it would cause my senses to tingle from Japan."
Sipping her tea, Haruhi ponders Harry's statement. "They could have just done something a lot worse than usual. Hikaru and Kaoru do that sometimes. The last time involved a bird bath, the Black Magic Club, and feathers in places I do not want to mention."
Harry cringes. He wings following his actions. That does not sound pleasant in the least.
Fred and George stay hidden in the Chamber of Secrets, the giant Basilisk glaring at the reproachfully.
"We know, we know." George placates. "What Fred did was stupid. I will make sure he never does it again."
"Hey!" Fred hollers, insulted.
"What? You know it's the truth." George gripes, pulling at his hair as he paces a circle on the grimy dungeon floor. "I told you it was a bad idea, but noooo. You just had to antagonize the House Elves. You've heard the stories from Harry. About how those little buggers are literally capable of murder. But did you care? No! And now we are stuck down here with Harry's pet snake!"
Serpentina hisses, obviously insulted at being referred to as a pet.
George tosses her a look. "Sorry Serpentina, Harry's familiar. One of the two anyways."
Fred doesn't say anything, only stares wide eyed at his normally passive younger twin. Who apparently has been pushed to his limit.
Coughing in order to gain George's attention, Fred smiles weakly. "I guess with the House Elves out for our heads, this is a good time to go on vacation and visit Harry? I'm sure Dumbledore would understand."
George can only sigh. He doesn't deny Fred's request though. He misses his youngest brother.
Sirius is sitting curled up on the couch, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate when his floo flairs green.
Not expecting anyone, Sirius grabs his wand from the pocket of his lounge pants and stands at attention.
He is surprised when Fred and George Weasley come stumbling through the floo, covered in rotten tomatoes and smelling like an old sewer.
Covering his nose with his sleeve, Sirius slashes his wand through the air, breathing a sigh of relief when the smell vanishes.
"What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" The animagus questions, raising one perfectly dark curved eyebrow.
The twins blush, trading glances.
"Well,"
"You see,"
"It's like this."
"Fred decided to prank the House Elves and now they're to serve us as the main course at dinner. So we decided to have an impromptu vacation and come see our favorite little family away from family." George finishes for his brother, a giant grin spread across his face, illuminating his dark brown freckles.
Sirius opens and closes his mouth a few times. The ex-Azkaban convict trying to make words pass through his lips. Finally, enough spit gathers in his mouth that he begins to choke.
"Y-you.. Pranked the House Elves?!" Sirius finally spits out. "Even we knew better than to do that during our time at Hogwarts." He splutters.
The younger twin rolls his eyes. "Yeah well, if my idiot brother would listen to me…"
Fred puts his hand over his heart in mock offense, "Why I never."
"Exactly, you never." George snorts.
"Harry will be home soon. His Weasley senses probably warned him about this." Sirius warns, finally tucking away his wand and sitting back down on the couch.
Fred and George both shiver.
"Why are we creeping into your house?" Haruhi whispers.
Her and Harry are bent down between two bright green bushes, their lithe frames covered completely by the opulence of leaves. Harry is working a knife up under the windowsill, wiggling it until the window unlatches and cracks open.
"Because. I don't trust it." Harry mumbles.
"Don't trust what?"
"It."
Harry wiggles the window up before turning to Haruhi. "I'm going in first. You follow."
"Okay…?" Haruhi mumbles. Her face a mask of confusion.
Haruhi watches as Harry crawls through the window, his plump butt disappearing over the sill. A few moments later Haruhi hears screams, explosions, blasts, glass breaking, what sounds like a body flying through a wall, a dog barking, and a firework.
When it finally quiets down, Harry's head pops back over the windowsill, looking perfectly immaculate. The rest could not be said about the rest of the house.
It looks like a tornado went through it. Paint was strewn everywhere, a swamp somehow managed to make its' way onto a wall, a dog was barking a pair of trussed of red headed twins, and Remus was standing in a corner looking very disappointed.
"I told you my Weasley senses were tingling. It's safe to come in now."
Haruhi crawls through the window with Harry's help, her eyes wide. Shocked for once in her life by something her friend has done.
Umehito Nekozawa fiddles with Beelzenef, the yellow cat puppet not offering any answers to the vast amount of questions Umehito has.
Umehito thought that Harry Potter-Black was some upstart. Some nosy foreign student encroaching in on Honey without knowing anything about the other. Without really caring about him. But Harry proved to be so much more than that in one afternoon.
Harry baked Honey a special cake. Harry baked Honey a special cake all by himself. Even Umehito could not do that. Being raised rich Umehito has never had the need to bake or cook. Yet Harry was able to.
And Honey adored the cake. So much so that he was woken up from his nap by Harry without killing the other male.
Umehito runs a hand through his blonde hair, the room dark enough to offer him protection from the light.
He doesn't need to sabotage Harry. Reiko was right.
But that doesn't mean that he will give up.
No. this just means that Umehito will fight harder. He will prove his love to Honey in the way that he knows best.
Through Black Magic.
Umehito smiles at Beelzenef.