Chapter 12
AN: I don't own or gain anything concerning the characters or original plot.
Sorry it's a bit late… I know I promised another few chapters but I have in fact now run out of time, energy, and ideas where as I can see a nice clean finish this way. I'm sorry; and I'm going to miss it too. Thank you for all of your lovely comments and support. *sniffles* . Enjoy.
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Hogwarts, February 1994
Dear Charlie,
A lot has been, well, occurring, since we last heard from you. While we were at home for Christmas Potter got given a Firebolt by someone, any way McGonagall --the old bat-- confiscated it because --she's sado-masochistic and wants her own House to fail-- she thought it might have been tampered with. Regardless, she returned it in time for our match against Ravenclaw, which we won, of course. Then the same night Ron --being the prat he is-- claimed to be attacked by Sirius Black in his bed and so we all had to sleep on the floor of the Main Hall until all the teachers were satisfied that --he was being daft-- that we were all safe. As if he couldn't be more annoying, Ron is now moping around after Hagrid's hippogriff which is going to be extradited or something equally as long and difficult to pronounce. But all of this is minor news compared to what we have to tell.
After a few --failed-- --disastrous-- unsuccessful attempts to get Veritaserum into Percy's tea (one of which resulted in a rather hilarious incident with a fourth year about his fear of yogurt) we came up with a rather decent idea. As you may recall, it was Valentine's Day last week. So when Percy got down to breakfast we told him that the meal set out for him opposite us was from Penny. Clever, eh? If he refused to eat or drink then we could threaten to tell her he didn't like her gift. We are masters of this deception malark. We weren't sure how long the potion would last so we'd set it all up to happen as soon as we left the Great Hall.
We'd --paid off-- enlisted the help of a Second Year, Garth, and --kidnapped-- encouraged Wood to meet us just outside the Hall. As soon as we were all assembled Garth got to work.
"Can I
ask some advice Mr Weasley?" Percy looked like he'd been asked to
cut off his head. "It's about love." Then he looked like he was
being asked to help murder someone's owl. He asked the kid what he
wanted to know while we kept Oliver distracted by retelling our
fantastic beating last game. Eventually Garth got round to the best
bits.
"So you must really love Miss Clearwater?"
When Percy said no we all had a good stare, and he went the colour of Uncle Bilius' pea-soup.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm in love with someone else."
As soon as he said this he sort of went pale and said he was in a terrible hurry and that he wasn't the best person to ask. As he was dashing off he managed to run into Oliver, took one look at him, yelped, and ran off in the other direction. Wood looked at us, --failed to find the words -- couldn't express his gratitude as he was so happy. And then followed our brother.
Our work here is done.
Fred and George
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Bîrlad Hospital, February 1994
Dear Fred and George,
I'm really not sure where to begin. Where did you get the Veritaserum? How did you get away with it? What happened next? Is poor Penelope okay? And when am I going to hear how the rest of my siblings are.
Merlin, my head hurts. I was in out-patients last week but then I started getting --faint-- dizzy and they sent me back here to the wards. It's terribly boring, and I can't understand a word anyone says but when Florin visited yesterday he told me that everything was fine and that I shouldn't worry and on no accounts ask anymore questions. I feel wonderfully reassured.
Well done in succeeding in further terrorising your siblings and class mates; you're doing a stellar job. It weren't for the illegality and moral vacancy --and the fact I can't stand up without everything going yellow and falling flat on my face-- --and that I now am in debt as I can't work but still have to pay for hospital bills-- I'd come and congratulate you in person.
Sorry this is cut short chaps, but my hand is sort of jumping now and I'm not sure the walls were that colour a few minutes ago so I'll be off.
Charlie
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Hogwarts, July 1994
Dear Charlie,
Long time no speak, eh? We hope you got our card, sorry we haven't been in touch since… OWLS happened. We heard from Mum that you were out of the hospital and back with your --beasts-- dragons again so we thought we'd fill you in on what you'd missed. Who knew anyone could react that badly to painkillers?
Anyway, you'll be glad to hear all's well that ends well, except for Professor Lupin that is. You see, turns out he's a werewolf, so now he has to leave the school. But that's not important. First off, as far as we can tell Percy let down Penny gently before Garth, Oliver, or we let her in on the know. Then, after we won the Quidditch Final Oliver seemed more than happy – let's just say we're pretty sure Harry wasn't the only Gryffindor he hugged afterwards – and apparently he's got a place arranged on the Puddlemere United Reserve. Percy seems all the better for it as well. His NEWTs went by without a glitch and the other day we found him looking at a bus timetable; when we asked where he was planning on going he snatched it away but --I-- Fred distinctly saw the word Puddlemere across the top. --It's really quite sweet-- --Sorry, Fred has become a sentimental old git-- Who could have asked for a better result? --Well, Mum might when she sees our results--.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Fred and George
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Recovering With Reptiles, July 1994
Dear Fred and George,
Good to hear from you two again, I did get your card thanks, it was very --bizarre-- thoughtful. I'm feeling much better, and much happier now I'm back with the dragons. I don't feel right when I'm away from them – anything could go wrong. When you're back home tell Mum thanks for the concern --although some cash would have been more useful--.
You lost another DADA teacher? You do get through a few don't you? At least this time it had nothing to do with He Who Must Not Be Named, or Harry Potter. I was beginning to see a pattern developing.
I'm glad to hear that it's all come to a nice conclusion Percy-wise. I'll have to drop him a letter one of these days. And I'd already heard about Wood, as he'd owled me as soon as he'd got the result. Drink all around then.
Now, not to sound ungrateful lads but, seeing as how the Centre is still in a bit of disrepair and we're rather busy with the new Hatchlings, I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and I've only just been discharged we're going to be fairly busy from now on --possibly forever--. So you may not hear from me --again-- for a while. Thanks for the correspondence --and postage costs-- over the last few years, it's been nice to hear about things back home but now this Percy business is all tied up what's say we let happy Hippogriffs lie?
All the best.
Charlie
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Fin.