Fred stared at his twin for a moment before the words finally registered.
"What!" he exclaimed.
"Shhh! You're going to wake her up!" George hissed. Bree shifted slightly and put an arm around George, but she didn't wake up.
"Lee is not right. We do not like her like that. She's our friend. She's like a little sister, someone to carry on the legacy of trouble-making after you and I leave Hogwarts." Fred insisted.
"Maybe you feel that way, but I… I mean, Bree is clever, funny, and gorgeous and I think I might be in love with her." George replied. Fred stared at him.
"Well… I guess you'd be better for her than Dean." He said thoughtfully. "And if you got married she would actually be my little sister."
George flushed. "Isn't it a little early to be talking about marriage? I haven't even asked her on a date yet." He muttered.
"So take care of that tomorrow, but you should know, if you hurt her, I will kill you." Fred said darkly before lying down on the couch he was on and going to sleep.
The next morning, George had been awake for an hour and Bree showed no signs of waking up. Students were starting to come down from the dorms. A group of girls giggled as they walked by, then Lee showed up.
"George you lucky dog!" he snickered.
"Shut up Lee!" George exclaimed, turning red. The sound woke Bree up. She blinked sleepily and then buried her face in George's shoulder.
"Hey, come on. It's time to wake up." George said, nudging Bree. She groaned and sat up.
"Did you ask her out yet?" Fred asked his twin at dinner that evening.
"No." George answered.
"Are you going to?" Fred pressed.
"Yes."
"When?"
"I don't know."
"Tonight."
"You can't just-"
"Tonight."
"Bree, I need to talk to you." George said after dinner, leading Bree toward an empty corridor.
"Sure, what is it?" Bree inquired.
"Do you want to go to the next Hogsmade weekend with me?" George asked.
"But we always go together." Bree stated, confused.
"No I mean… Do you want to go on a date with me?" George said.
"A-a date?" Bree stammered, turning red.
"We've been friends for years and I really like you." George told her.
"You do?" Bree asked meekly.
"Of course I do. You're clever, funny, and beautiful and I really want to go on a date with you." George said.
"Ok. Yes, I'll go out with you." Bree replied. George smiled.
"Great."
"I was right!" Lee crowed the next day in the common room.
"Shut up Lee." Fred grumbled.
"You're in love with Bree." Lee said.
"Just because George feels that way doesn't mean I do. We're twins but it's not like we're the same person." Fred replied. Lee was silent a moment.
"I was half right." He declared.
"Shut up Lee."
Later that evening, Ron was staring vacantly into space. He was supposed to be studying with Harry and Hermione but had zoned out almost as soon as he sat down.
"What's wrong with him?" Seamus asked when he walked in.
"I dunno. He's been like that for an hour." Harry replied.
"Ron, Ron what's wrong?" Hermione asked, shaking Ron's shoulder. Ron suddenly came out of his stupor.
"Wha?" he mumbled.
"What's wrong, you were staring at the wall for an hour." Harry said.
"George and Bree are going on a date." Ron stated.
"Really? It's about time!" Hermione exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"It's been really obvious how much he likes her." Hermione explained.
"It has?" Harry inquired.
"Boys." Hermione muttered.
"So what's wrong with Bree and George going on a date?" Harry inquired.
"What if they hit it off? And get married? And have kids?" Ron said in horror. "My nieces and nephews would be hellspawn!"
"Oh Ron, they would not." Hermione told him.
"One half of the Terror Twins likes the Chaos Queen, what do you think is going to happen!" Ron exclaimed.
"Oh Ron," Hermione began, "I'm sure Bree will mature with age… even if the twins haven't yet." Ron ignored her.
"What if they ask me to babysit!" he shouted. Hermione just sighed.
When the next Hogsmade weekend came later that month, Fred and Lee could once again be found hiding in the bushes.
"I suppose you're wondering why you're here Lee." Fred stated.
"Actually I'm wondering why Professor Grimsley is here." Lee replied. They both turned to where Ben was hiding in a nearby bush.
"Bree's Aunt Lisa wants pictures of Bree's first date." Ben explained.
"What about her date with Dean?" Lee asked.
"Her first date with someone the family approves of." Ben clarified. There was a moment of silence.
"So why are you two here?" Ben asked.
"I'm here to make sure George respects all of the first date boundaries." Fred replied.
"I'm here because Fred threatened to do horrible things to me while I slept." Lee answered. "I really don't understand why we're doing this, it's not like you ever stalk Ginny on her dates."
"If Ginny was more like Bree than I would look out for her more." Fred responded.
"If Ginny was more like Bree than the school would be in ruins by now." Lee quipped. "Imagine if more people were more like Bree, the entire world would be engulfed by anarchy.
"Actually I'm told that Bree is a lot like her Aunt Lisa when she was younger, though Lisa has toned down the crazy since she had a kid."
"So we need George to get Bree pregnant so she'll be less insane." Lee mused.
"It's said that during her pregnancy Lisa made fifteen members of the Russian Mob cry for their mommies, castrated a businessman who accidently spilled his morning coffee her, scarred five busloads of school children for, and her violent mood swings forced her husband to go into hiding until the baby was born." Ben explained.
Lee stared at Ben in horror before turning to Fred.
"On second thought let's send Bree to a convent." He said.
"So where do you want to go first?" George asked Bree as they walked down the path to Hogsmade. "Please don't say Madam Puddifoot's." he added.
"Of course not. No one sane would ever want to go in that place." Bree replied.
"That would make most of the girls in our school insane, wouldn't it?" George asked.
"It's the hormones." Bree responded.
"Ah, that explains everthing." George said. Bree laughed.
"Let's go to Honeydukes." Bree suggested.
At Honeydukes Bree stocked up on chocolate to take back to Hogwarts. They went to the Three Broomsticks for lunch.
Madam Rosemerta gave them a booth in the back.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She said with suggestive wink. Both teens blushed.
At the end of the day Bree and George walked back to Hogwarts hand in hand.
"So, did you have a good time?" George asked.
"Of course I did. I always have a good time when I'm with you." Bree replied.
"Really?" George said.
"Really. I enjoy spending time with you. No matter what we do I always have fun." Bree told him. George smiled. In the bushes, Ben snapped pictures.
Bree was sitting in an elaborate throne surrounded by small piles of galleons, one of which she was using as a footstool, in the room of requirement waiting for Ben to show up.
"Alice has sent you more gold, I take it." Ben stated when he walked in.
"Yes, and you're late." Bree replied.
Ben sighed. "Dumbledore is trying to get Harry to resume occulumency lessons." He explained.
"What!" Bree exclaimed.
"He seems to believe that Snape will be less aggressive with his teaching methods from now on." Ben stated.
"I think I'll have to have a… chat with Snape." Bree responded.
Of course, Ben wouldn't let Bree out of lessons that easily and Bree was forced postpone confronting Snape until that evening.
Hogwarts was angry again and Bree could guess why. As she hurried down to the dungeons she ran into Luna and Neville.
"Hogwarts is quite upset." Luna commented.
"Someone is being hurt, right?" Neville questioned.
"Yeah." Bree answered. She focused on a ward. "Restrain Snape." She muttered as she hurried down the stairs.
"Did you just say "Snape"?" Neville asked in alarm.
"Yes I did Neville. This isn't the first time that this has happened." Bree replied. They were soon at the door to Snape's room. It swung open of its own accord, allowing Bree, Neville, and Luna to pass through. Inside Harry, looking tired and haggard, was gaping Snape who had gone as stiff as a board and was unable to talk.
"Are you alright Harry?" Neville asked.
"I'm fine Neville." Harry replied.
"Don't lie Harry." Bree reprimanded.
"He must have been confused by the wrackspurts." Luna commented. Bree sighed and turn to Snape.
"And once again, Professor, I find you here in this classroom after savagely attacking Harry's mind, ripping it open and pulling up memories in order to humiliate Harry." Bree stated.
"Though I suppose that's better than having your mind ripped opened and having information stuffed into it until your brain overloads and you go completely crazy and then you die young." She mused. "On the bright side I'm not completely crazy and I'm never going to reach the "die" part."
"Everyone dies eventually." Luna pointed out.
"Yes, yes Luna, we can discuss mortality later, for now we need to deal with Snape." Bree replied. "Now what would be a proper punishment of the second worst teachers in the school?" Bree started pacing the room. When she passed by the office door she saw a patch of shivering light dancing on the doorframe.
Bree opened the door and saw a bowl filled with a silverwhite substance.
"A Pensieve." Bree said, slightly surprised. "I've read about these." She picked it up and brought it into the classroom and set it on a desk.
"This is perfect." Bree said, grinning. "You've been watching Harry's worst memories, why don't we take a look at some of yours?" Bree felt something slam into her mental barriers. She let it through. Not-Bree grabbed it, gnawed on it a little, then shoved it back out. Bree turned to Snape.
"That wasn't very nice." She pouted before grinning and grabbing Harry, Neville, and Luna then trowing them headfirst into the Pensieve before going in herself.
They were falling through cold blackness, spinning furiously as they went, and then -
They standing in the middle of the Great Hall, but the four house tables were gone. Instead, there were more than a hundred smaller tables, all facing the same way, at each of which sat a student, head bent low, scribbling on a roll of parchment. The only sound was the scratching of quills and the occasional rustle as somebody adjusted their parchment. It was clearly exam time.
Sunshine was streaming through the high windows on to the bent heads, which shone chestnut and copper and gold in the bright light. Snape had to be here somewhere… this was his memory…
And there he was, at a table right behind them. Snape-the-teenager had a stringy, pallid look about him, like a plant kept in the dark. His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping on to the table, his hooked nose barely half an inch from the surface of the parchment as he scribbled. Bree moved around behind Snape and read the heading of the examination paper:
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS - ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL
So Snape had to be fifteen or sixteen, around their own age. His hand was flying across the parchment; he had written at least a foot more than his closest neighbors, and yet his writing was minuscule and cramped.
"Five more minutes!"
The voice made them jump. Turning, they saw the top of Professor Flitwick's head moving between the desks a short distance away. Professor Flitwick was walking past a boy with untidy black hair… very untidy black hair…
Harry moved so quickly that, had he been solid, he would have knocked desks flying. Instead he seemed to slide, dreamlike, across two aisles and up a third. The back of the black-haired boy's head drew nearer and… he was straightening up now, putting down his quill, pulling his roll of parchment towards him so as to reread what he had written…
Harry stopped in front of the desk and gazed down at his fifteen-year-old father.
James yawned hugely and rumpled up his hair, making it even messier than it had been. Then, with a glance towards Professor Flitwick, he turned in his seat and grinned at a boy sitting four seats behind him.
Sirius gave James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed. And two seats along from this girl was Remus Lupin. He looked rather pale and peaky (was the full moon approaching?)and was absorbed in the exam: as he reread his answers, he scratched his chin with the end of his quill, frowning slightly.
So that meant Wormtail had to be around here somewhere, too… and sure enough, there he was: a small, mousy-haired boy with a pointed nose. Wormtail looked anxious; he was chewing his fingernails, staring down at his paper, scuffing the ground with his toes.
Every now and then he glanced hopefully at his neighbors paper.
"Quills down, please!" squeaked Professor Flitwick. "That means you too, Stebbins! Please remain seated while I collect your parchment! Accio!"
Over a hundred rolls of parchment zoomed into the air and into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him backwards off his feet. Several people laughed. A couple of students at the front desks got up, took hold of Professor Flitwick beneath the elbows and lifted him back on to his feet.
"Thank you… thank you," panted Professor Flitwick. "Very well, everybody, you're free to go!"
Snape was a short way away, moving between the tables towards the doors to the Entrance Hall, still absorbed in his own exam paper. Round-shouldered yet angular, he walked in a twitchy manner that recalled a spider, and his oily hair was jumping about his face.
A gang of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius and Lupin, and by planting himself in their midst, Bree managed to keep Snape in sight while straining her ears to catch the voices of James and his friends. She was curious.
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the Entrance Hall.
"Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question."
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern.
"Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: he's sitting on my chair. Two: he's wearing my clothes. Three: his name's Remus Lupin."
Wormtail was the only one who didn't laugh.
"I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes and the tufted tail,' he said anxiously, "but I couldn't think what else -"
"How thick are you, Wormtail?" said James impatiently. "You run round with a werewolf once a month -"
"Keep your voice down," implored Lupin.
"So far this seems to be more like a chance for Harry to see what his Dad was like then punishment for Snape." Neville commented.
"Yep." Bree replied as they watched as Harry looked anxiously behind him again. Snape remained close by, still buried in his exam questions - but this was Snape's memory and Harry was sure that if Snape chose to wander off in a different direction once outside in the grounds, he, Harry, would not be able to follow James any further.
To his intense relief, however, when James and his three friends strode off down the lawn towards the lake, Snape followed, still poring over the exam paper and apparently with no fixed idea of where he was going. By keeping a little ahead of him, Harry managed to maintain a close watch on James and the others.
"Well, I thought that paper was a piece of cake," Sirius said. "I'll be surprised if I don't get 'Outstanding' on it at least."
"Me too," said James. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a struggling Golden Snitch.
"Where'd you get that?"
"Nicked it," said James casually. He started playing with the Snitch, allowing it to fly as much as a foot away before seizing it again; his reflexes were excellent. Wormtail watched him in awe.
They stopped in the shade of a beech tree on the edge of the lake and threw themselves down on the grass. Harry looked over his shoulder yet again and saw, to his delight, that Snape had settled himself on the grass in the dense shadow of a clump of bushes. He was as deeply immersed in the OWL paper as ever, which left Harry free to sit down on the grass between the beech and the bushes and watch the foursome under the tree. The sunlight was dazzling on the smooth surface of the lake, on the bank of which the group of laughing girls who had just left the Great Hall were sitting, with their shoes and socks off, cooling their feet in the water.
Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so. James was still playing with the Snitch, letting it zoom further and further away, almost escaping but always grabbed at the last second. Wormtail was watching him with his mouth open. Every time James made a particularly difficult catch, Wormtail gasped and applauded. James seemed to be enjoying the attention.
Harry's father had a habit of rumpling up his hair as though to keep it from getting too tidy, and he also kept looking over at the girls by the water's edge.
"Put that away, will you," said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, "before Wormtail wets himself with excitement."
Wormtail turned slightly pink, but James grinned.
"If it bothers you," he said, stuffing the Snitch back in his pocket. Harry had the distinct impression that Sirius was the only one for whom James would have stopped showing off.
"I'm bored," said Sirius. "Wish it was full moon."
"You might," said Lupin darkly from behind his book. "We've still got Transfiguration, if you're bored you could test me. Here…" and he held out his book.
But Sirius snorted. "I don't need to look at that rubbish, I know it all."
"This'll liven you up, Padfoot," said James quietly. "Look who it is…"
Sirius's head turned. He became very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit.
"Excellent," he said softly. "Snivellus."
Snape was on his feet again, and was stowing the OWL paper in his bag. As he left the shadows of the bushes and set off across the grass, Sirius and James stood up.
Lupin and Wormtail remained sitting: Lupin was still staring down at his book, though his eyes were not moving and a faint frown line had appeared between his eyebrows; Wormtail was looking from Sirius and James to Snape with a look of avid anticipation on his face.
"All right, Snivellus?" said James loudly.
Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack: dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
Snape's wand flew twelve feet into the air and fell with a little thud in the grass behind him. Sirius let out a bark of laughter.
"Impedimenta!" he said, pointing his wand at Snape, who was knocked off his feet halfway through a dive towards his own fallen wand.
Students all around had turned to watch. Some of them had got to their feet and were edging nearer. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained.
Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, wands raised, James glancing over his shoulder at the girls at the water's edge as he went. Wormtail was on his feet now, watching hungrily, edging around Lupin to get a clearer view.
"How'd the exam go, Snivelly?" said James.
"I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment," said Sirius viciously. "There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word."
Several people watching laughed; Snape was clearly unpopular. Wormtail sniggered shrilly.
Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.
"You - wait," he panted, staring up at James with an expression of purest loathing, "you - wait!"
"Wait for what?" said Sirius coolly. "What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"
Snape let out a stream of mixed swear words and hexes, but with his wand ten feet away nothing happened.
"Wash out your mouth," said James coldly. "Scourgify!"
Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape's mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him -
"Leave him ALONE!"
James and Sirius looked round. James's free hand immediately jumped to his hair.
It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes - Harry's eyes.
Harry's mother.
"All right, Evans?" said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.
"Leave him alone," Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike.
"What's he done to you?"
"Well," said James, appearing to deliberate the point, "it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…"
Many of the surrounding students laughed, Sirius and Wormtail included, but Lupin, still apparently intent on his book, didn't, and nor did Lily.
"You think you're funny," she said coldly. "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone."
"I will if you go out with me, Evans," said James quickly. "Go on… go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again."
Behind him, the Impediment Jinx was wearing off. Snape was beginning to inch towards his fallen wand, spitting out soapsuds as he crawled.
"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid," said Lily.
"Bad luck, Prongs," said Sirius briskly, and turned back to Snape. "Oy!"
But too late; Snape had directed his wand straight at James; there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James's face, spattering his robes with blood. James whirled about: a second flash of light later, Snape was hanging upside-down in the air, his robes falling over his head to reveal skinny, pallid legs and a pair of graying underpants.
Many people in the small crowd cheered; Sirius, James and Wormtail roared with laughter.
Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, "Let him down!"
"Certainly," said James and he jerked his wand upwards; Snape fell into a crumpled heap on the ground. Disentangling himself from his robes he got quickly to his feet, wand up, but Sirius said, "Locomotor mortis!" and Snape keeled over again at once, rigid as a board.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.
"Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you," said James earnestly.
"Take the curse off him, then!"
James sighed deeply, then turned to Snape and muttered the counter-curse.
"There you go," he said, as Snape struggled to his feet. "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus —"
"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"
Lily blinked.
"Fine," she said coolly. "I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus."
"Apologize to Evans!" James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.
"I don't want you to make him apologize," Lily shouted, rounding on James. "You're as bad as he is."
"What?" yelped James. "I'd NEVER call you a - you-know-what!"
"Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can - I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK."
She turned on her heel and hurried away.
"Evans!" James shouted after her. "Hey, EVANS!"
But she didn't look back.
"What is it with her?" said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him.
"Reading between the lines, I'd say she thinks you're a bit conceited, mate," said Sirius.
"Right," said James, who looked furious now, "right -"
There was another flash of light, and Snape was once again hanging upside-down in the air.
"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?"
But whether James really did take off Snapes pants, they never found out because Bree was done viewing the memory.
Back in the classroom a still restrained Snape was looking murderous.
"Release." Bree muttered. And just like that Snape was able to move.
"I see you've been enjoying yourselves." he growled. Bree eyed him coldly.
"I've gained some understanding about why you are what you are but," Bree paused, baring a set of sharp pointed teeth at Snape. "That does not justify punishing the son for the sins of the father."
"Let's go." Bree muttered before leaving. The Harry, Neville, and Luna followed her out.
Harry was acting distracted when they finally started working on Patronuses in the D.A. Everybody had been very keen to practice, though, as Harry kept reminding them, producing a Patronus in the middle of a brightly lit classroom when they were not under threat was very different from producing it when confronted by something like a Dementor.
"Oh, don't be such a killjoy," said Cho brightly, watching her silvery swan-shaped Patronus soar around the Room of Requirement during their last lesson before Easter. "They're so pretty!"
"They're not supposed to be pretty, they're supposed to protect you," said Harry patiently. "What we really need is a Boggart or something; that's how I learned, I had to conjure a Patronus while the Boggart was pretending to be a Dementor -
"But that would be really scary!" said Lavender, who was shooting puffs of silver vapour out of the end of her wand. "And I still -can't - do it!" she added angrily.
Neville was having trouble, too. His face was screwed up in concentration, but only feeble wisps of silver smoke issued from his wand tip.
"You've got to think of something happy," Harry reminded him.
"I'm trying," said Neville miserably, who was trying so hard his round face was actually shining with sweat.
"Harry, I think I'm doing it"' yelled Seamus, who had been brought along to his first ever D.A. meeting by Dean.
"Look - ah -it's gone… but it was definitely something hairy, Harry!"
Hermione's Patronus, a shining silver otter, was gamboling around her.
"They are sort of nice, aren't they?" she said, looking at it fondly.
Bree's Patronus was a silver version of her dog Roman that stood firmly by her side. Bree felt a chill run up her spin before Hogwarts blasted a warning at her. Bree looked around the room, Luna and Neville appeared to have received the warning as well.
"What's wrong?" George asked as Bree dismissed her Patronus.
"Umbridge is coming. We need to get out of here." Bree replied.
Bree moved quickly toward Harry. At the same time Dobby came into the room, also moving toward Harry.
Hi, Dobby!" he said. "What are you - What's wrong?"
The elf's eyes were wide with terror and he was shaking. The members of the D.A. closest to Harry had fallen silent; everybody in the room was watching Dobby. The few Patronuses people had managed to conjure faded away into silver mist, leaving the room looking much darker than before.
"Harry Potter, sir…" squeaked the elf, trembling from head to foot, "Harry Potter, sir… Dobby has come to warn you… but the house-elves have been warned not to tell…"
He ran head-first at the wall. Harry, who had some experience of Dobbys habits of self punishment, made to seize him, but Dobby merely bounced off the stone, cushioned by his eight hats. Hermione and a few of the other girls let out squeaks of fear and sympathy.
"What's happened, Dobby?" Harry asked, grabbing the elf's tiny arm and holding him away from anything with which he might seek to hurt himself.
"Harry Potter… she… she…"
Dobby hit himself hard on the nose with his free fist. Harry seized that, too.
"Who's 'she', Dobby?" he asked.
"It's Umbridge." Bree stated.
Dobby nodded, then tried to bang his head on Harry's knees. Harry held him at arm's length.
"She's coming here and we need to move." Bree said. Dobby nodded again.
"Alright everyone, the toad fond us out, let's get out of here!" Bree shouted.
There was a mad dash for the door. In the pandemonium, Bree grabbed the list D.A. members a set it on fire before catching up with Fred and George. They almost ran directly in the toad herself and they were forced to duck into a closet. It was a very cramped closet.
"Who's hand is that?" Bree asked.
"Sorry." Fred muttered.
They rearranged themselves and ended up with Bree sandwiched between the twins. She was pressed up against George's chest and she could feel Fred's breathe on her neck.
They heard a shot of "PROFESSOR! I've got one!"
"It's him!" a muffled voice the three teens were sure was Umbridge replied. "Draco, excellent, oh, very good - fifty points to Slytherin! I'll take him from here… stand up, Potter!"
"You hop along and see if you can round up any more of them, Draco," she said. "Tell the others to look in the library - anybody out of breath - check the bathrooms, Miss Parkinson can do the girls' ones - off you go - and you," she added in her softest, most dangerous voice, as Malfoy walked away, "you can come with me to the Headmasters office, Potter."
Bree sighed and rested her head against George's shoulder.
"They caught Harry." She muttered.
The three troublemakers stayed quiet until they were sure the coast was clear. The closet door opened and the three teens tumbled out. Bree ended up lying on Fred's chest with George propping himself up over both of them.
"Fred, George, Bree!" Lee's voice called from around the corner. He soon appeared at the end of the hall. "Oh there you-" He stopped and stared for a moment.
"I was right!" he shouted.
"Shut up Lee!" the twins yelled.
I would like to credit the anonymous reviewer known only as "Guest" for the terms Terror Twins and Chaos Queen. They amuse me greatly.
