Disclaimer: It's quite obvious I don't own Harry Potter because otherwise I wouldn't have stayed up until 3 in the morning to gain early access to Pottermore.
"You're joking." Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he seemed to have forgotten all about it. Even I knew though I had just met Ron that this was a feat of amazing proportions.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never- you must be the youngest house player in about –"
"-a century," said Harry shoveling pie into his mouth. Honestly boys eat like pigs. "Wood told me. I start training next week. Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."
"Like that'll happen-"
"Nothing ever stays secret at Hogwarts."
Harry gave Rigel and me a weird look, possibly wondering how we could possibly know that.
Fred and George Weasley slid into the seats on the other side of Harry.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too - Beaters."
Wow! They're not only on the team. They have the best position too.
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."
Fred and George started to make their way out of the hall.
Rigel and I ran to catch up to them.
"Mind if we come?"
"Either way we're coming" Honestly how else were we supposed to learn anything about magic if we don't explore the school and its passageways? It's got to be the most magical place we'll ever be in.
"Course," Fred smirked, amused by my honesty.
"We need to educate the future Mischief-Makers of Hogwarts." George continued.
There was something strange about that sentence, almost as if he had chosen that particular wording for a reason. It was odd. Fred started to laugh openly at that. There was definitely something they weren't telling us.
We stopped at a statue of a rather ugly hunchbacked old man with an austere expression. Beside it was a jumpy Lee Jordan, looking like Christmas had come early.
"I found one! I actually found one! Look it's right here."
"WE KNOW LEE," said the twins affectively cutting his rant off. "And so will the entire school if you don't shut up!"
Lee's grin disappeared pretty quickly, apparently disappointed in finding something after the great Fred and George again. I'm guessing Fred or George would be more than willing to show Lee all the tricks of the trade, I mean they had accepted us fairly quickly. Lee was just too stubborn. He wanted to figure things out and do them for himself.
"Well, First years first, I guess," Lee pulled aside the tapestry of who-knows-what behind the statue and tapped his wand three times. A hole grew right in the wall. It started at the very point Lee's wand hit the brick but gradually grew larger until even a person could fit down it.
"Umm, okay?" I wasn't exactly sure what to expect but I stepped through the hole into the darkness.
By the time my eyes had adjusted, everyone else had already joined me in the passageway. I could make out the vague stone sides of the tunnel. Rough cobblestones lined the floor making me wonder just how old it really was. Maybe even as long as Hogwarts itself.
"Lumos." Muttered Fred or George. It was a lot harder to tell them apart in the dark.
Light cascaded from the tip of his wand illuminating the entire tunnel. Scrawled on the wall in everlasting ink was evidence that Hogwarts students had been using the passageway for decades.
There was a little heart and within it was written "Prongs and Lilyflower forever." There were also about 50 with the name "Padfoot"; each had a different girl's name written on it. In a slightly neater handwriting was "Padfoot and any idiot willing to date him."
I crept behind the older boys. Fred and George were pushing each other playfully almost as if they were playing ping-pong. Lee was staring wide eyed at his surroundings. He sometimes gave the twins incredulous looks still irritated that they had known all about it and had never told him. Lee walked forward and traced another one of the writings: "Mrs. Norris and the Giant Squid."
"I think we should try this one!"
"What?" George stepped out of the way of an incoming Fred to look at the wall. Fred slammed into Lee, effectively knocking both of them to the ground.
George helped up Fred while Rigel and I pulled up Lee.
"Where's this lead to anyways?" I said finally letting my curiosity get the better of me. I was slightly surprised I had let the question go so long unasked.
"Hogsmeade."
"The Three Broomsticks."
This was amazing. I knew that Hogwarts had secret passageways but this was more than I could wish for. A way to leave the castle completely unnoticed. I wouldn't have to wait until 3rd year to visit the village. The walk now seemed excruciating longer now that I knew what the final destination was.
The writings became more sporadic after awhile. Soon the wise words of Padfoot and the others were left far behind. The passageway wasn't exactly even. Some sections were wide enough for all five of us to walk side by side but at others we walked single file. Lee had to walk sideways at one point to make up for his broad shoulders.
The tunnel sloped slowly upwards. We finally reached a wooden trapdoor.
"All right you lot!" Fred began "Rosmerta's usually not bad about letting us use this. We just have to be back before she locks up."
"We're going to be coming up in the backroom. Try not to draw attention to yourselves."
Without further ado, the twins pushed up the door. It was nearly as dark as the tunnel we had just left and nearly just as cramped. A large metal contraption took up the middle of the room and the edges were lined with cabinets full of bottles. There were hundreds perhaps even thousands of bottles and yet there wasn't dust on a single one of them.
After following a series of twisting hallways, we landed in what most likely was the public room. Tables crowded the room and I wanted to start coughing from all the smoke. My cousin, Abbey would probably have an asthma attack in here.
The five of us settled around the table in the corner, trying to stay far out of the way. Hopefully no one would notice us, if we got caught consequences would be severe: Detention, points taken away, hanged from our ankles (the idea of Filch being allowed to do what he wanted to the students honestly scared me) and most likely our passage way would be found and put out of commission.
A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face came to get our order and some idle conversation.
"Back again boys," she sighed like she was long accustomed to seeing Fred and George here and was tired of trying to tell them off. She probably was.
"Of Course Rosmerta! Five Butterbeers please!"
"Five?"
"Freddie, we haven't introduced our friends yet," this statement would have been fine except for the fact that Fred was the one who said it. It was like they wanted to be confused. I wish Rigel and I could do that. Just imagine all the mayhem we could cause.
"No we haven't."
Rosmerta waited patiently for a moment and when neither twin had uttered another word, she prompted, "Well?"
Fred and George mocked great concentration for a second before saying something undecipherable very fast.
Rosmerta simply raised her eyebrows and turned to walk away when Lee blurted out his name. He was staring openly at her. His expression was almost hungry. It was one of the most bizarre things I had ever seen. But Rosmerta seemed unfazed.
"Rigel Tonks," my twin muttered, his ears going that red color that only appeared when he was nervous.
I gave him a questioning look. My only reply was a sharp kick under the table.
"Amira Tonks."
Rosmerta gave a knowing smile. "A little young aren't you to be out of the castle."
"We won't tell if you don't." I replied.
"Why those two have had an effect all ready." Rosmerta laughed and left to fetch the Butterbeers. I swear I could see Rigel's ears growing steadily redder
"What was that about?" I asked because Rigel seemed incapable of actual thought at the moment.
"I think Rosmerta believes that we," Fred paused here and gestured between himself and George, "are a bad influence on innocent first years."
George and Lee snorted and I couldn't help agree, when were Rigel and I ever innocent.
Rigel almost had another reason to fancy Rosmerta. She came back with all 5 glasses balanced precariously but yet she never spilled a drop. Butterbeer was the best thing I had ever tasted, so sweet and rich. It warmed you up from the inside out. I felt almost giddy after just a couple of sips.
Fred and George were excitedly telling us all about the village. It was all pretty interesting but I just wanted to go exploring. Lee was listening intently. He hadn't been here yet either. The first legal Hogsmeade trip wasn't for a couple of weeks. Rigel had his I'm-trying-to-memorize-every-last-detail-so-don't-you-dare-annoy-me look on. I really hated that look.
Rosmerta came over to clear our glasses. "Come again, dears, and don't let these idiots influence you to much!"
Fred and George mocked indignation. I suppressed a laugh.
"I'm not sure, ma'am. I have a feeling it might be the other way around." Lee stuck up for us.
"I'd like to see them try." Rosmerta scoffed.
Now I'm offended. My honor as a prankster has been called into question. Oh the horror!
"Well you're in for a surprise."
My fingers itched for my wand. Until a set of fingers clasped around my wrist, halting my progress. "She's our way back into the school," Rigel mouthed. Oh yeah, I kind of forgot about that part.
"See you, Fred, George, keep your first year army under control."
As we walked out into the night, I asked a question that had been bugging me for sometime, "Why does everyone think we're your army? I mean a first year army is an awesome idea. But do we have to be YOURS?"
"I happen to be a highly intelligent not to mention handsome person," The Weasley twins replied. "Who know all the answers to the questions you seek."
"Yeah and those would be?"
"Care to see Hogsmeade, fair lady," George offered his arm.
"Yes," I said somewhat uncertainly. I'm not sure I trusted these two's sense of direction.
"Then you must join the army of the Weasley twins."
"Show us Hogsmeade and then we'll decide."
I nodded my head with Rigel's conditions.
"Fine then, first up Zonko's!"
Zonko's is the best shop in all of Hogsmeade, possibly the best shop there ever could be. There was row after row of pranking products, from dungbombs to fireworks to basic dyes. Everything we could possibly need was right here. Blue and Gold stars rained down inside the shop as we tried to find the necessaries to bring chaos to Hogwarts. The only problem was that nearly every substance was banned. Well, I guess not really a problem; it just would be more interesting if there was something Filch hadn't encountered before. But you can't really go wrong with a pack of Fanged Frisbees.
"All right, Lady and Gentlemen, on with the tour," Fred said flourishing his hands to the point where it was almost laughable.
"Next up is Honeydukes." George seemed incredibly happy about this.
And I could tell why. Honeydukes was completely lined with sweets. It smelled absolutely heavenly. There was absolutely everything a person could dream of: nougats, exploding bonbons, ice mice and absolutely every type of chocolate imaginable. It was paradise pure and simple. Now I wasn't sure if Zonko's was the best shop after all.
Fred and George showed us the rest of the now quiet town too. It was getting really late so not much was still open but it was still great to see. Rigel had to basically drag me away from the bookstore. Our explorations were cut short when we saw Hagrid come out of The Hog's Head. It wasn't that we were afraid he'd turn us in, well, who am I kidding? That's exactly what the five of us feared; punishment with McGonagall was never pretty.
As we made our way along the tunnel back to Hogwarts, George asked the ultimate question, "So Rigel, Amira, are you ready to join the Weasley Army?"
"Sure but you need to come up with a lot better name than 'Weasley Army.'"
A.N. Here is where I apologize for being such a lousy updater. So I'm very truly sorry. I got into the State finals for swimming which required a lot of extra, exhausting practices.
Now I have a question or more of a request, I'm having slight difficulties coming up with a name for the first year army. If you have any ideas, can you please leave it in a review or PM. Any help is greatly appreciated. So thanks for sticking with me and if you can, please leave a review.