Interrogations of Intestines
Chapter Three.
"Harry, you'll knock yourself out." Fay Dunbar pointed out.
Harry stopped his ministrations to look at Hermione's dorm mate. "That's exactly the point, Fay."
"See!" Ron interjected. "He even talks like Snape! Just…add a drawl, and replace Fay with Dunbar."
A good amount of students were nodding through their mutterings.
"Umm, Ron?" George asked. Harry was mildly surprised that the twins let Ron be the ringleader of the inquisition, rather than taking over themselves, but he wasn't about to question the intricate workings of the Weasley brotherhood.
"Yes?" Ron responded.
"Why don't we ask Intestines." (Harry groaned) "Something that only he'd know."
Ron shook his head. "Wouldn't work mate…something happened…last year. Snape knows practically everything Harry does."
George pursed his lips and backed away.
Harry was then struck with an awesome idea. 'The Marauder's Map!'
He'd go up to his dorm, get the map and shove it in Ron's face!
Harry made to run, but unfortunately for Harry, Ginny was in his way, and Ron thought Snape was making another move for her.
"Petrificus Totalus." Ron sighed, almost lazily.
Harry, lying face down at Ginny's feet, swayed like a warped board.
"Don't try that trick again, Snape."
Ginny, bless her, freed Harry from the curse.
"You…you've released the monster!" Fred cried out, falling onto Katie Bell's shoulder.
Harry was dearly wishing he'd have kissed Ginny in private. But, the upside was, Ron, Fred and George all knew about it and he wasn't dead.
…yet.
Hermione bristled again. "Ron, you can't go cursing Harry…"
Hermione was cut off by one call of "Snape!" and another two of "Intestines!"
Hermione growled, backing down as she was triple teamed.
"Ron." Ginny spoke up, exasperated. "This is Harry. Not Snape. Say it with me now. H-A-R-R-Y. Harry."
"Nuh-uh." Ron shook his head.
"Never mind who he is then!" Ginny cried out. She, of course, knew it was Harry, but convincing her…brother was proving to be rather painful.
Not to mention impossible.
"Come on, Harry." Ginny said, taking his hand and trying to walk out of the common room. Fred, grinning manically, blocked their way. He nodded at his youngest brother.
Ron was in charge, and loving every moment.
Harry and Ginny surveyed their chances. Fred and Ron were tensely waiting, but George looked like he rather enjoyed the situation. He winked at Harry, smirking.
Harry and Ginny let go of each others hands. Ron, sensing aquiesence, lowered his threating posture.
Just about that time, the fireplace roared into life.
Stepping out, cool and collected as always, was Bill Weasley.
"Ron." Bill began gravely. "A Code Seven."
Ron nodded grimly. "We haven't had one of those for four years."
"So, who is here?"
"Yourself, Fred and George."
"Are Charles and Percival coming?"
Everyone who knew the Weasley's estrangement with Percy looked at each other, shocked. If something could happen to make them consider overlookinh their seperation like that, it must be extremely serious.
"Charlie may take awhile, being as he's in Romania. Percy…not too sure about him. He could come." Fred replied.
"Well, he was the leader of the last Code Seven." George added.
Harry was suddenly struck down with a terrifying epiphany.
'The last Code Seven was four years ago…Percy was the leader…Ron sent the message and now three brothers were responding…more could be following…they all deferred to him.' The pieces started to fit together in Harry's mind. 'The last Code Seven happened when Ginny was taken into the Chamber of Secrets. Code Seven must mean Ginny is in grave peril.'
Harry's throat went numb.
They thought him to be as bad as Voldemort.
Harry's suspicions were confirmed by Bill, who was looking over at Ginny. "What happened to her.
Both Ginny and Harry were fed up. And outnumbered two to one.
"Alright, I admit it!" Harry cried out. "I kissed Ginny!"
Bill turned his head ever so slightly to study Harry. His face was subtly contorted. Harry wondered if the Goblins had given him some special tips. He certainly looked as devious as one right now.
"I see." Bill said, looking like a younger and scarier version of Dumbledore.
"That's pretty serious Ron," Bill smirked. "But does it warrant a Code Seven Alert?"
"Well, Intestines claims to be Harry Potter." Fred said.
"Ronnikins think's he's Severus Snape in disguise, however."
Bill frowned for a second. "And who do you think he is, Ginny?"
"Harry." Ginny said with unwavering conviction.
"Can you be absolutely sure?" Bill asked. "Has he ever kissed you before?"
Bill's tone wasn't accusatory, just puzzled.
"No…" Ginny admitted.
"So it could very well be Snape!" Ron proclaimed victoriously. "Unless…you've already snogged him before…"
Ginny mimed vomiting which sent Harry to a roar of laughter before quickly composing himself under Ron's withering glare.
Harry had one last hope.
"George…" he called.
George walked over to him.
"In my trunk is the map."
George nodded wordlessly and climbed the stairs to Harry's dorm.
He was Harry's only hope.