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Chapter 6: Of Broomsticks and Broom Cupboards

POV: Lily Ann

Lily Ann was still fuming when she and Tracey reached the Great Hall fifteen minutes later. It was a little early for dinner, but there were still enough students milling about studying talking, playing exploding snap or other such activities that Lily Ann was certain that her entrance with Tracey went unnoticed. There were enough whispers going around that she didn't need the added attention of entering the hall flushed and angry.

Sitting at the Slytherin table next to Daphne, who had come up early from the dungeons to avoid Vincent and Gregory, Lily Ann let herself burn off some pent up feelings as she cursed into her hands.

Daphne, quite amused with the mini rant, smirked and asked innocently, "Okay, I know all Gryffindors are egotistical bastards, but which one has finally turned the great mediator against the house of the stupid?

"Harry," Tracey said quickly as Lily Ann looked up in shock. "She just found out that he's the one who jinxed Draco."

"Just because I find my brother to be an egotistical idiot does not make the rest of the Gryffindors the same. And being reckless and stupid are completely different things. And no, I am not turning against Gryffindors because of this. Harry does not represent the entire Gryffindor population. Besides, that wasn't exactly a jinx. More of a mini curse or something."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "As if that's better?"

"The real question is," Tracey said, ignoring Lily Ann's comments all together, "Are you going to tell Draco? He's definitely planning revenge as we speak."

As she said these words, food appeared in front of them. There certainly were more students around, and as Fred and George Weasley entered, Lily Ann momentarily forgot the question as she thought of that morning.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, give me a minute."

Quickly checking that Harry and Ron weren't back from Hagrid's, Lily Ann ran over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the odd looks people were shooting her. The Weasley twins were already conspiring together, completely ignoring the salmon on their plates; when they saw Lily Ann, however, they quickly sat up and put on their mock business faces. Though Lily Ann liked the pair, she was more than slightly annoyed with their participation in the prank on Draco.

"Ah, she returns!" cried Fred in mock surprise.

"Just as we always knew she would," replied George in the same jovial tone.

"Cut the act guys," she glared at the two, in no mood for their theatrics. "Were you or were you not responsible for the shenanigans at lunch?"

The twins looked shocked for a moment, then a new respect gleamed in their eyes.

"Blimey, Lils."

"Nobody ever correctly pinpoints chaos on us that quickly."

"Unless we want them to, of course."

"They usually take ages."

"It's rather pathetic, actually."

"You'd think they'd learn by now."

The twins' cheerful grins faded as they saw Lily Ann's glare.

"Merlin, that's scary." Fred whispered to his brother, who nodded.

"Just like Mum."

Lily Ann wasn't finished, "I take it that little 'offer' earlier was just an excuse to come over and jinx or hex or charm or whatever you did to Draco's plate."

"Yes," George looked over at Fred who added, "and no."

George quickly went on, seeing the look on Lily Ann's face. "it was actually more of a convenience than anything."

"We were going to recruit you anyways."

"It just helped that you happened to be a Slytherin that we can talk to without having a duel."

Lily Ann huffed at that but wouldn't give them the satisfaction of showing that she was pleased. Her plans might not work otherwise.

"Well if there was any truth to what you said earlier, you'll listen to me now. If you must prank, that's fine by me, but if Harry ever comes to you with meaningless revenge written on his face, you will…" Lily Ann paused in thought, and the Weasley twins leaned in in anticipation.

"You will go along with it, but you will tell me the plan so that I can turn it on him. Maybe that will convince him that I can take care of myself."

Fred and George looked at each other and an evil grin spread across their faces.

"That was perfectly Slytherin of you."

"We accept."


The following week passed rather quickly as Draco simmered with frustration. Though neither Lily Ann, Daphne nor Tracey ever mentioned the actual culprit, Draco seemed to have decided on his own that Harry was to blame and was bent on revenge. Lily Ann felt that Harry deserved whatever was coming at him and wasn't about to get in his way. Draco's opportunity presented itself the following Wednesday when it was announced that flying lessons would take place the next day with the Gryffindors.

"Flying with the Gryffindors!" Draco crowed. "Potter made me look like a fool, and now I'll make him look like an idiot. Potter will never know what hit him!"

So great was his excitement that he didn't even notice Lily Ann's shakings the next day as they made their way to the grassy field where they would have their first lesson. Lily Ann had never been fond of heights. Back at her muggle school, she had once fallen off the rope climb during gym. Miraculously – or perhaps by a bit of accidental magic – she hadn't been hurt, but she had been so traumatized that Aunt Petunia, after a number of angry phone call to the school, gave Lily Ann a note that excused her from "that dangerous sport."

Not long after, Piers Polkiss had chased her up a tree on a rare Dudley-free day in one of his many failed attempts to get a kiss, a game that he found quite entertaining. She had climbed until she was a safe distance from Piers, but when she had shifted her weight, she slipped off and fell down on top of Piers, successfully flattening him.

Needless to say, Lily Ann was not looking forward to this lesson; far too many things seemed to happen to her while she was in the air.

The sound of snickering brought Lily Ann out of her thoughts, and she turned to look at Pansy and Draco, who were whispering conspiratorially together. Standing with them, Daphne smirked as she made eye contact with Lily Ann and leaned over to whisper, "Marcus Flint – he's our Quidditch captain – jinxed one of the school brooms to start flying without direction. Potter's standing right next to it."

Panicked, Lily Ann looked at her brother, who was listening to an ecstatic Ron and looking rather excited himself.

Feeling rather sick, Lily Ann asked quietly, "So this is Draco's revenge? Won't it hurt him?"

Daphne seemed rather unconcerned about this prospect and waved it off, "Nah. Madam Hooch would have him off in seconds. The most it'll do is humiliate him, which is exactly what we're looking for."

Not exactly reassured, Lily Ann found it impossible to argue as Madam Hooch's billowing cloak announced her arrival. She was a wild looking woman. Her slightly spiked hair suggested that she was rarely on the ground and there seemed to be a mad glint in her eye as she ordered them to their brooms.

Lily Ann watched as Harry's broom jumped right into his hand on the first command (it took her a few tries before she succeeded). She was so distracted that she hardly heard any of Madam Hooch's lecture on broom safety and completely missed Draco showing off that led to him be reprimanded by Madam Hooch concerning his grip.

All too soon, Lily Ann heard the dreaded words that they would then begin.

"Now when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three –two – "

Maybe Lily Ann was paying too much attention to the broomstick Harry was using, but Lily Ann never heard the whistle before she saw the broom flying into the air. But what surprised her was to see not the terrified face of Harry, but that of Neville Longbottom. What was worse was the fact that was quickly becoming apparent to everyone present; even if the broomstick hadn't been jinxed, Neville Longbottom simply did not know how to fly. He slowly bobbed higher and higher until suddenly the broom turned over in midair, leaving Neville hanging like a sloth before he completely slid off his broom and fell in a pile.

With Madam Hooch at the lead, the Gryffindors and Lily Ann all ran over to where Neville lay, holding his wrist gingerly.

"Oh, oh, oh," Madam Hooch said, clicking her tongue as she examined his wrist. Helping Neville to his feet as he cradled his arm, she muttered, "Broken wrist," and then turned to the class with a stern glare.

"Now while I'm taking Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing, you will all keep your brooms firmly on the ground or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.'" With those ominous final words, she left with Neville under her arm.

The moment the two were out of sight, Draco began laughing, followed quickly by the rest of the Slytherins, though Lily Ann nudged Tracey, who quickly stopped at the look on her friend's face.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Draco guffawed.

Lily Ann would've had some sharp words for Draco had she not been beat to it by Pavarti Patil, who snapped, "Shut up, Malfoy."

At this, Lily Ann stopped listening, knowing there could be only one outcome when Gryffindors and Slytherins got at it. Her attention was riveted on Draco, whose own focus was at the spot where Neville had fallen to the earth. A greedy glint flashed across his face as he smirked.

Looking closely, Lily Ann saw the glint of something round in the grass, and she knew what was about to happen moments before it did.

"Draco, no!"

Ignoring Lily Ann's protests, Draco ran forward and picked up the small glass ball Neville had dropped. The next few moments were a blur for Lily Ann as she watched Harry defend Neville and, being the reckless, noble hero only Lily Ann knew him to be, jump onto a broom to chase after Draco.

Lily Ann screamed as Harry pushed hard off the ground and immediately seemed to be flying faster than an eagle at Draco. Lily Ann wasn't sure who she was angrier with at that moment; Draco for trying – and succeeding – in provoking her brother enough to make him to something that could get him killed, or Harry for starting this silly feud with Draco in the first place.

Suddenly Harry was diving at top speed towards the ground and Lily Ann's mind was made for her; she was going to kill Draco for killing her brother, and then she would resurrect Harry and kill him for being such a noble idiot.

Before Lily Ann was able to take this plan into action however, gasps and shrieks interrupter her thoughts as she saw Harry pulling hard out of his dive moments before the collision that surely would've killed him, his hand tightly clutching Neville's ball. Only then did Lily Ann realize that Draco had thrown it and Harry had somehow managed to catch the stupid things as he had pulled out of the dive.

The moment Harry touched down, the Gryffindors all began cheering, swarming him with their congratulations. Lily Ann on the other hand didn't feel like celebrating and simply threw herself at her brother when he got close enough, crying in relief.

"Harry, you idiot! How could you do something so stupid!" she hissed, punctuating each sentence with a good smack to his head.

Harry held her awkwardly, only just realizing how is actions would've affected his sister. Before he could respond, sharp words caused both of them to jump.

"Harry Potter!"

Extracting himself from Lily Ann's arms, he turned to a shocked and furious Professor McGonagall.

"How dare you – might have broken your neck –"

Had Daphne and Tracey not been there to hold her up, Lily Ann would have sunk to the ground as she went weak to the knees as she thought once again how lucky her brother had been. She felt as if she might be sick, and began hyperventilating from the shock of the whole ordeal.

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Lily Ann, "Miss Davis, Miss Greengrass, please escort Miss Potter to the Hospital Wing and tell Madam Pomfrey that she needs a nice Calming Draught." Turning back to Harry, who flinched as her features hardened once more, she said, "As for you, Mr. Potter, come with me."


Half an hour later in the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was fussing over Lily Ann as she tried to insist that she was fine and did not need to stay the night.

"Nonsense, dearie. You've just had a great shock. If it were up to me, that brother of yours would be in the bed right next to yours. And," Madam Pomfrey added, waving her wand threateningly as Lily Ann once again tried to get out of the bed that she had been pushed into the moment she had arrived, "Don't you even think of leaving before you're cleared – which will only take longer if you don't cooperate."

Lily Ann turned to her friends, who stood awkwardly to the side. Tracey looked like she would like to stay, but Daphne looked as if she would rather be anywhere but there. Not seeing any way out of her predicament and doubting very much that she would be leaving anytime soon, Lily Ann rolled her eyes and said, "Go ahead without me guys. It's probably going to take a while."

"But…" Tracey started, but was cut off by Daphne, who was already pulling her away, not needing to be told twice and muttering something about dinner.

Lily Ann groaned and fell back onto the pillows of the bed. Not only was she missing dinner because she was stuck in here, she was missing prime time for the double murder of Draco and Harry for getting her stuck there in the first place.

"Lily?" came a timid voice from a bed a few down from her own.

When Lily Ann had entered the Hospital Wing fifteen minutes before, she had at first thought that it was empty, but she then realized that she was not alone. There on the bed nearest Madam Pomfrey's office, having just pushed himself to a sitting position was Neville, his arm now in a sling.

"What are you doing here?" His face suddenly contorted in worry. "You didn't fall off your broom too, did you?"

"No, I didn't fall off my broom. I actually never left the ground. But never mind that; how's your arm?" Lily Ann figured Neville didn't need to know quite yet about Draco and Harry fighting over his Remembrall.

Neville lifted his arm, displaying his sling.

"I recon it's almost fixed. Madam Pomfrey said there's always a couple of injuries during flying lessons, so she had stocked up on Skele-Gro. My arm felt awful for about twenty minutes – like splinters were being put into it or something – as it was fixing itself, but I think it's almost done now."

Neville blushed as he realized how much he had said, and quickly fell silent.

Lily Ann suddenly realized that he probably didn't talk much, and that this was probably the most he had said all day, and she immediately felt bad that she hadn't noticed this earlier. Granted she was in a completely different house and currently only shared Potions with him, but she had always prided herself in noticing things that others often missed. Still, second week wasn't too bad, and she had been around him enough when she went to talk with Fred and George that he felt comfortable calling her by her first name. That was more than some of the other Gryffindors, who still felt ashamed by the fact that a Potter was put into the house of the snakes.

"So what are you doing here?" Neville interrupted her thoughts after a moment's silence. "If you never got to fly, how can you be stuck in here?"

Lily Ann shrugged noncommittally, "I shouldn't actually be here; I'd be better off –"

"Resting," Madam Pomfrey interjected firmly, returning from her office with a tall bottle and goblet in hand.

Rolling her eyes at Neville, Lily Ann turned to the midiwitch, "But I have been resting, Madam Pomfrey. For the last hour! Can't I leave when Neville's done?" Lily Ann asked, trying very hard to beg without begging.

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips disapprovingly. "Twenty-four minutes. And no you may not. Mr. Longbottom has been here for forty-two minutes and will remain for at least another thirty-six. He came in with a broken wrist while you, on the other hand, were hardly breathing."

"I'm breathing now, aren't I?"

"Not to mention," Madam Pomfrey added, ignoring Lily Ann's words all together, "Mr. Longbottom does not come from an accident prone family."

Lily Ann's eyebrows shot upward and Neville himself looked surprised. From what she had seen, Neville Longbottom was as accident prone as it was possible to be while she and Harry had yet to be hurt at all.

Madam Pomfrey continued on as she poured a generous amount of potion into the goblet, "It seems like there wasn't a week that went by that I didn't see Potter or one of his friends for something or another."

She pressed the goblet into Lily Ann's hands as Lily Ann perked up, excited. "You knew my dad?"

"Course I did. And your mum too. She was a fine witch, Lily. Sometimes she'd come in to help; now that I think about it, that could be why James was in here so often. Not that it did him any good; Lily couldn't stand to be in the same room as James. But you have to give him credit; he was persistent." Madam Pomfrey suddenly stopped and looked at the still full goblet in Lily Ann's hand. "Now no more talking until you finish every drop of that."

Madam Pomfrey then went over to Neville and after a few minutes of checking him over, dismissed him to return to his house.

Neville suddenly looked panicked, and as he passed Lily Ann, he whispered frantically, "I don't know what I'm going to do. I never can remember the password."

Lily Ann, quickly checking that Madam Pomfrey was still in her office, responded in a low voice, "It's 'pig snout.' Just think of Crabbe and Goyle's face – they're enough like pigs that it shouldn't be too much of a stretch."

Neville gaped at her and Lily Ann rolled her eyes. "I'm just as disgusted with their eating habits as the next person. They remind me of my cousin, except they actually like magic, even if they can't do it very well."

"But how did you…" Lily Ann saw movement from the direction of Madam Pomfrey's office and quickly cut Neville off. "Harry tells me everything. Now go, before Madam Pomfrey finds an excuse to keep me here even longer." Pushing him out, Lily Ann quickly downed the contents of her goblet in three large gulps and cringed. The stuff was revolting.

"Could you tell me more about my mum? Aunt Petunia never talked about her much," Lily Ann asked the mediwitch as she took the goblet from her hand.

Madam Pomfrey's face softened as she thought of the sweet Lily Evans, "Of course dear. But," she added sternly, "Only if you will keep still! Goodness, child. You would think there were snakes in your bed."

And with that, the two of them began swapping stories, talking late into the night about Lily Evans and the many attempts of James Potter to woo her. They talked about the stories Madam Pomfrey knew from Lily Evans' childhood and of growing up in the Muggle world. And they talked about friends, including a particular boy in Slytherin, Severus Snape


The next morning, Lily Ann returned to her house in full spirits. She had learned more in the space of a few hours about her parents than she had her entire life on Privet Drive. Aunt Petunia would occasionally tell her a story about Lily as a child, but never once had mentioned her teenage years, let alone stories involving her father. Lily Ann hadn't even known her father's name until Hagrid had rescued them.

"Where were you? When you never came in last night, we thought something must've happened!" Tracey shrieked the moment Lily Ann entered the girls' dormitory.

Milicient looked irritated at the squealing girl and said as she left the room, "Stop over reacting, Davis. Madam Pomfrey obviously restrained her."

"It's obviously a Potter thing," Pansy added coldly as she followed.

Walking over to her trunk, Lily Ann asked, "What's up with Pansy, she's acting weird."

Daphne, who had just emerged from the showers, replied for Tracey nonchalantly, "She kind of hates you right now. Something about having no loyalty to the house."

Lily Ann frowned. She knew that Slytherin was the most introverted of the houses and rarely mingled with anyone else, but she didn't see why her loyalty to her brother should affect her relationships with her housemates.

Daphne cocked an eyebrow at Lily Ann and said dryly, "Don't look so surprised; she didn't like you much in the first place. She just doesn't like you even more now."

"What did I do?"

Lily Ann had no quarrel with Pansy, and while they weren't best friends, Lily Ann had thought they were on friendly terms.

"Other than exist, you mean? Officially, openly showing support for Harry over Draco. Unofficially, I think she's jealous that Draco likes you more than her."

"Nonsense!" Lily Ann protested, but Tracey interrupted.

"But it's not nonsense, Lily. No one likes Pansy; it's only the matter of who her father is that keeps her at the top. Her father has convinced her that she will only have the best, and to her the best means Draco. She sees you as a threat to her future."

"But we're eleven!" Lily Ann exclaimed, exasperated. "I'm not even thinking of dating let alone marriage. Isn't it a bit early to be thinking about that?"

At that, both Tracey and Daphne looked at her incredulously and Daphne shook her head in a way that made Lily Ann feel like a child.

"Are you joking?" Daphne demanded.

Tracey added gently, before Daphne could get too excited, "Lily, we're purebloods. We've been told since the time we could walk who we could and couldn't be seen with."

"Well I guess I'm safe then. I'm half-blood and don't have to worry about it."

Despite her calm appearance, Lily Ann was reeling on the inside. How could she break down house barriers if everyone was stuck on blood purity – or vice versa? It was no wonder that no one really liked the Slytherins; they didn't let anyone like them in the first place.

Daphne, never one to step down without a fight, shook her head emphatically.

"Of course you do! You're Lily Ann Potter, one of the most famous witches in our world; anyone would make an exception for you. Your mother aside, the name of Potter is about as pureblooded as you can get."

Straightening her tie and glancing once in the mirror, Lily Ann replied simply, "I guess the difference between you and me, Daphne, is that I really don't care. Now I'm off to breakfast before the two of you can rope me into some marriage contract that I'm not even prepared to think about for at least three or four years."

With one last glance in the mirror and a toss of her hair, Lily Ann turned on her heel and left the room, leaving a stunned Daphne and a thoughtful Tracey in her wake.


Lily Ann walked into the Great hall and could instantly see the smug grin and excitement in Harry's face as she sat down at her own table, and therefore wasn't very surprised when Draco sat down with a fuming temper. What did surprise her, however, was when he turned and glared at her.

"What did you do?" he demanded in way of greeting.

Lily Ann blinked in surprise at the hostility behind the words. Out of the corner of her eye, Lily Ann could see Pansy smirking slightly and wondered if she might have something to do with the anger behind Draco's eyes.

After a moment's thought, she decided to test her hypothesis by using Daphne's reasoning, "You mean being concerned for the welfare of my own brother? I don't see anything wrong with that."

"So you admit it!" Pansy shrieked, leaping to her feet.

"I think anyone would be concerned after a stunt like that, no matter who is involved. We're all human here." Lily Ann retorted hotly.

Lily Ann really couldn't understand this world she had adopted as her own. In some ways, the wizarding world still lived in the dark ages. She didn't mind writing with quills or using lanterns and candles; she didn't even mind the lack of electricity or other modern commodities. What really irked her was the medieval way of thinking that she encountered wherever she turned.

"It was just a prank. It's not like anyone got hurt, or anything. Why'd you have to go and warn them?" Draco muttered irritably.

"You know very well that I didn't! I didn't even know about it before it was too late! And what do you mean no one got hurt; Neville broke his wrist and Harry could've died because of you!"

"Died? Aren't you exaggerating a bit, Lily?" Draco mocked. "All that could've happened is Potter receiving a detention along with the weasel. It's nothing to upset yourself over."

Frustrated with the entire conversation, Lily Ann threw her hands in the air. "I don't even see why you're bringing Ron into the picture; he's not even a part of this. And you're nothing but an insensitive toe rag and I want nothing to do with you!"

With those final words, Lily Ann stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving behind a mostly untouched breakfast, a bemused Draco, and a triumphant looking Pansy.


Moments after she stepped outside into the courtyard, Lily Ann felt, rather than saw, the presence of the Weasley twins on either side of her.

"That was quite the spectacle in there."

"Not that anyone noticed, or anything."

"We're just more observant than most people."

The twins threw their arms over Lily Ann's shoulders, making walking awkward as she was pulled in different directions by the two.

"Knock it off you guys, I'm not in the mood," Lily Ann muttered, pushing them away. The three stopped at the courtyard wall and taking a deep breath, Lily Ann started again.

"I appreciate you trying to help me feel better, but right now I just don't want to deal with people, okay?"

Fred looked at her curiously, "What caused that falling out with Malfoy, anyways?"

"Weren't you defending him just last week?"

"That was before he turned into my brother!" Lily Ann snapped, wishing the two would just leave her alone. "First Harry tells me I'm not allowed to be friends with Draco, and then Draco tells me I can't care about my brother!"

Fred and George had the decency to feel bad about their intrusion, and looked guiltily to the floor. "We're sorry," George said.

"We were just curious about all the tension at the Slytherin table. We should've known it had something to do with you and Harry."

Lily Ann leaned against the courtyard wall and let herself slide down, feeling the anger slowly ebbing away. "Sometimes, I just don't understand wizards." She said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

George couldn't help himself and smirked, "Well that's alright then. We generally don't understand witches; we're on even ground."

Lily Ann, too frustrated to get annoyed with the twins' antics, just put her face in her hands. "The wizarding world, Fred. I don't understand it. I thought things would be different coming into the wizarding world. It was going to be a place that would accept me for who and what I am. And I am, so long as who I am is a bigoted purist. Even muggles are better with that, at least on the surface. Wizards openly flaunt it with their pureblood status. It's no better than how the muggles acted during the Dark Ages with their royalty."

Lily Ann let out a sigh and looked up at the twins, who she was surprised to find were both smiling slightly.

"What?" She sighed tiredly, having released all her built up energy during her rant.

"Lily Ann, the thing is, that's not how actually how the wizarding world thinks. The reason that's what you think is because that's all you're seeing – that's all there is among the Slytherins. That's where the people who actually care tend to end up."

"Yea, look at us; we're dirt poor purebloods who don't give a knut about the 'purity' of your blood."

"Dad's even got this mad obsession with muggles to top everything off."

Lily Ann still looked doubtful, so they continued, "Look, every society has its problems; ever hear about those American muggles and that 'civil rights' movement, or whatever the hell they call it? It was brutal, from the sounds of it."

Lily Ann gave a small smile, "Who knew that the Weasley twins could be so serious about anything for so long?"

Fred simply put a finger to his lips, a smile barely concealed as he said, "Now don't tell anyone. It'll ruin our reputation."

"Besides," George added, his eyes twinkling. "I don't think that's what you were arguing about in there. From the sounds of it, you were arguing about a prank?"

"Care to let us in on it?"

At these words, Lily Ann felt her anger spike again, thinking about how insensitive her friends really could be.

"That," Lily Ann spat, "was no prank. Marcus Flint jinxed the broom Neville was on, intending to make a fool out of Harry. He could've killed someone, and Draco thinks it was just a laugh. He was going on about how the only thing that really could've happened was Harry and Ron getting detentions – the idiot!"

At that, both the twins began laughing hysterically.

"So that's what that was really about!"

"Oh that is gold!"

Lily Ann glared at the two, which made them laugh harder. "It's not funny. Neville broke his wrist because of it."

Fred broke out of his laughter for just long enough to gasp out, "But it is! You were arguing over two completely different things!"

"And neither of you noticed!" George added with mirth.

The two roared with laughter, turning to leave. As a last minute thought, Fred threw over his shoulder, "Be sure to ask Harry about a duel."

"And don't let him skip over the part of the 'broom cupboard' he hid in."

"And tell him that we want a go on his new broomstick!"

And with that, the twins were gone, leaving behind the sounds of laughter and a very stunned Lily Ann.

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