Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.
Revising and editing this story, so bare with me. The plot won't change, but the writing will mature :) Every time I typed Dumbledore, my fingers wanted to type Rumbleroar! If you haven't seen 'A Very Potter Musical' you probably won't find that funny, but those of you who have, probably smiled like I did.
Professor Snape burst through the door of the Arithmancy classroom. After he has deposited Sarah Stone-Black's unconscious body with Dumbledore, he was sent by the great wizard to find Fred and George Weasley.
"Excuse me Professor, the Headmaster would like to see the Weasley Twins," Snape hissed, his arms folded.
"Sure," Professor Vector nodded. "Fred, George, go with Professor Snape."
Some students turned to look at the twins, while others whispered things like "ooh" and murmured phrases including "somebody's in trouble" and "not again!".
Angelina Johnson glared at them. "What did you do now?"
"I don't know?" George gave a sheepish grin.
"Rubbish!" Alicia Spinnet narrowed her eyes, "Who did you prank this time?"
"No one?" Fred chuckled.
"Weasleys, now!" Snape bellowed.
Fred was the first to turn around, followed by George. One glance at Snape sent an immediate chill up their spines, a chill that only grew worse once dark-haired Professor pointed at the twins, rotated his hand, and curled his finger. Taking the hint, Fred and George gathered their belongings and followed Professor Snape out of class.
"What did we do?" Fred asked. He had a hunch what they were being called in for, but he wasn't entirely sure.
George remained silent. He could feel his stomach begin to bubble like the potion he had brewed earlier that day. He couldn't help but to wonder if they were being called in for the prank they had pulled on Sarah the night before. 'I knew we shouldn't have done it!' He thought. 'We are so completely and utterly busted.'
"It seems that Sarah Stone-Black has been gravely injured. According to Madame Pomfrey, Sarah left the hospital wing without dismissal and made her way to my class. After she fell unconscious in the front of my classroom, I took her to Dumbledore. He asked me to gather you two."
"So…he thinks we had something to do with it?" Fred stomach dropped.
"I'm not sure. But if I were him, I most certainly would think that you two would have had something to do with it. You two are notorious for masterminding the pranks played in this school."
Fred grew silent and looked at his twin, who looked like he was about to ralph in the middle of the hallway. Once Snape said the password, Fred and George followed him up the winding staircase.
"Headmaster, I have retrieved the Weasley twins just as you asked me to," Snape entered Dumbledore's office.
"Excellent," Dumbledore smiled. "You may return to your class Severus. As for you two, Fred and George, have seat."
Snape exited the room, leaving Fred and George to follow Dumbledore's instructions to sit. Upon taking their seats, the twins noticed something different about Dumbledore's desk. Instead of the normal scattered papers, knickknacks, and thing-a-ma-bobs, the desk was cleared of everything except a dark-haired girl who was lying on top of it.
Fred and George gasped, "Oh my God, Sarah!"
"I thought you two might recognize her," Dumbledore nodded. "As Professor Snape might have told you, Miss Black has had a little run-in with the Whomping Willow tree. She was gravely injured and was sent quickly to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey did her best, but could only temporarily heal her. She should still be in the Hospital Wing. However, we all know how stubborn Miss Black can be at times."
The twins couldn't help but to smile.
"After examination, Madame Pomfrey concluded that there were two spells placed on Miss Black either last night or earlier this morning. Now, the spells, were relatively harmless. One was a hair coloring spell, while the other was a spell for static electricity. We aren't entirely sure as to what caused the Willow to lash out so. Seeing as how you two are close to Miss Black, do either of you boys have any inclination as to how these spells were placed on her?"
George's heart began to pound in his ears. Fred looked at his twin and shook his head, he knew what George was about to do. George couldn't possibly tell Dumbledore what they had done; they would wind up with detention for months.
George swallowed hard, "Look, I'm sorry Fred, but Professor, we did it. Fred and I pranked Sarah."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at George's honesty. He didn't think that it would be so easy to get the truth out of the twins. In fact, it normally wasn't. "Is this true Fred?"
"Yes," Fred nodded. "George and I pranked her last night. I didn't know that a prank like that would cause this," he looked down at the pale girl in front of him. "How many months of detention have we got?"
"Yeah," George agreed. "How badly have we got it?"
"It's not as simple as giving you two a detention. Your idea was no doubt creative, but the harm caused to Miss Black is very, very serious," Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle. "It will be a while before she is entirely…herself…again."
"What do you mean?" The twins' eyebrows rose.
"She has a rather large wound on her back, and the damage of the spells you cast has caused effects that are beyond Madame Pomfrey's jurisdiction."
"So…?" Fred inclined.
"So, Sarah is to be in your care until she is back to her normal state."
"What?" George sat up straight.
Fred shook his head, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're not serious are you?"
"I thought I impressed upon the two of you how serious this situation is. Yes, Mr. Weasley, I am being quite serious."
"Where...where would we take care of her?" George breathed. "How would we take care of her?"
"There is a living area close to Gryffindor tower that the three of you will be able to use. Your belongings are being taken there as we speak."
Fred blinked, "But we're boys. How is that allowed?"
"You two are Miss Black's friends. I trust that you will look after her appropriately. Now, you two will make sure that she goes with you to all meals and trips to Hogsmead. She may attend classes if she feels well enough; if not her friends can bring her the work. On Madame Pomfrey's orders, you will also have to clean her wound every night until it properly heals. Of course, those materials will be in your chambers. Are you two clear?"
"Yes," George began, "But-"
"I'm sorry Mr. Weasley; there is nothing that can be negotiated. I wish the two of you the best of luck. You are excused."
Please R&R. Less than a month until I graduate! I'm excited.