Post by Zoe on Apr 9, 2010 13:05:59 GMT -8
Title: Filling in the Blanks.
Rating: T
Warnings: AU
Pairings: None
Summary: Set in the summer after Fifth year, with Sirius alive. Fred and George slip something into the Golden Trio's drinks, and they begin to talk about the things that have happened to them.
AN: Thanks Jess for beta reading this for me!
Harry Potter smiled contentedly as he looked around the room. He was at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, where he would be staying for the remainder of the summer. Although the house was very dreary and had a rather dark atmosphere about it, anything was better than the Dursleys.
Besides, the company more than made up for the less than stellar accommodations. Sirius was in the seat directly across from him, and Harry couldn’t have been happier. Only a few weeks ago Sirius had almost died in the Department of Mysteries, due to a false vision sent to Harry by Voldemort. Luckily though, the Unspeakables had been able to bring him back from beyond the Veil.
Next to Sirius sat Remus Lupin, Harry’s old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and a good friend of his father. Directly across from Remus and beside Harry sat one of his best friends, Ron Weasley. Hermione, his other best friend sat on the other side of Harry. She was talking in whispers with Ginny and Tonks, all of whom were shooting the occasional giggles and glances up at Remus.
The twins were talking with their brothers, Bill and Charlie Weasley, most likely about some new product, judging by the smirks that were being cast in the direction of Harry and his friends. Arthur was at the table with Moody, Minerva McGonagall, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Molly Weasley was puttering about in the kitchen with Fleur, and didn’t seem particularly pleased with whatever direction their conversation seemed to be taking.
Turning his attention back to the conversation between Ron, Sirius, Remus and himself, he took a sip of his Butterbeer. Sirius and Remus were just finishing up a story about some prank or another that they had pulled on the Slytherins during their time at Hogwarts.
“So then they just holed themselves up in their common room for the rest of the weekend, didn’t even come out for meals!” Sirius said between chuckles.
“Yes, and if I remember correctly, that led you and James to believe that they had their own kitchens in their common room. So you came up with the bright idea to break into the Slytherin common room to prove the theory and ended up in detention for the rest of the semester,” Remus added.
“Hey!” Sirius cried, perhaps a little too loudly as it drew the attention of the entire room. “It was a good theory! How else were they getting food when they weren’t even leaving their common room?”
“Perhaps their head of house had food sent down to them, Sirius Black. It’s ridiculous to believe that they have their own kitchens. All the common rooms are provided with the same accommodations,” McGonagall said, sending a disapproving stare towards Sirius, who shrank back in his seat slightly as if he were once again a school boy.
“So you told me at the time, but you admit that you’ve never actually been inside the Slytherin common room, so you can’t be sure. So until someone who is not a Slytherin can go in and tell us, we’ll never know for sure.”
“Sirius Black, that is completely ludicrous, the Slytherins do not have kitc-”
Harry suddenly felt very compelled to share his knowledge on the subject; after all, he had been inside the Slytherin common room. However, if he had been thinking properly, he would have realized that the Butterbeer that he, Ron, and Hermione were drinking had been handed to them by the twins, who had slipped their newest product into the drinks. Telling Toffee, this dissolved into the liquid. The product gave the consumer the compelling feeling of needing to share information or to answer questions truthfully.
“Actually, Professor McGonagall is right, Sirius. When Ron and I were in there, it was pretty much like Gryffindor tower, only in the dungeons with everything green and silver. No kitchens.”
As soon as he said this Harry clapped his had over his mouth, and turned to look wide eyed at Ron and Hermione, both of whom were looking decidedly pale. The room was deathly quiet in wake of Harry’s announcement, all looking rather stunned.
Molly Weasley was the first to recover and asked her son in a strangely calm voice which definitely didn’t bode well with the golden trio, “And how exactly did you do that?”
Hermione was frantically shaking her head as if that would stop what was about to come.
“We used Polyjuice Potion to become Crabbe and Goyle.” Now it was Ron’s turn to slap his hand over his mouth, and look desperately at his best friends, slowly realizing that they had almost no control over what they were saying.
“You did WHAT?!”
But before Mrs. Weasley could enter into one of her infamous tongue lashings, Bill cut her off to ask his own question. “Where on earth did you get Polyjuice? You can’t have gone into Knockturn Alley. You didn’t steal some from Snape, did you?”
“No, we only stole some ingredients from Professor Snape; we made the Polyjuice ourselves actually.” Hermione looked very shocked at herself for admitting such a thing, especially with McGonagall in the room.
“You made it? That’s NEWT level work, and you lot have only just finished your OWLS. I can’t believe…three fifth years…”
“We made it in our second year, actually, to try and see if Malfoy knew who the heir of Slytherin was.” Harry just groaned at his own emission.
Harry risked a brief glance at the occupants of the room. Sirius looked torn between amusement at this and disbelief while Mrs. Weasley had gone ghost white, and sat down heavily in a chair. The twins, Ginny, Tonks and Charlie were looking at them as if each of them had grown a second head.
Remus was frowning in apparent concern at the various possibilities of things that could have gone wrong, while the rest of them just looked even more shocked - if that was at all possible.
It was Ginny who spoke up next. “Why didn’t Hermione go as well?”
“I was going to. I even took the potion, but I used cat hair by accident. That’s why I was in the hospital wing for those few weeks before I was petrified.”
“WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THREE THINKING?!” Well, Harry thought, Mrs.Weasley had apparently gotten over the shock. “ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD! COULD HAVE DIED! COULD HAVE POISONED YOURSELVES! COULD HAVE BEEN DEFORMED! STUCK! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN EXPELLED! ...”
“No need to worry now, mum! It was years ago and besides, nothing went wrong. We’re all still here…” Ron trailed off as it became apparent that those had not been the best choice of words.
“Nothing went wrong?!?! I’ll give you nothing went wrong, Ronald Weasley! You best have not done anything else! Why, next thing I know you’ll be...be...playing with dangerous creatures…or breaking the law…taking unnecessary risks…putting yourselves at risk…!”
Harry once again felt that feeling, compelling him to say something. Glancing at Ron and Hermione he could tell that they were having the same problems. It was Ron however that was the first to crack.
“Only a few animals! Err, there was a dragon once, and then the giant spiders. Oh, and there was Grawp of course, but he’s more of a person than a creature really…”
“It wasn’t really breaking the law!” Hermione said frantically. “That horrible Skeeter woman was the one breaking the law; I only kept her in the jar for a few months! And Umbridge really deserved it; she tried to use an Unforgivable on Harry!”
“They weren’t really very big risks. I mean, Sirius wasn’t really out to kill me, was he? So it doesn’t matter that I didn’t have permission. And the Blood Quill only left a scar, so it’s not like my life was in danger. And how was I supposed to know Lockhart would try and do that to us? I was only twelve!”
The room was once again sitting in a stunned silence. Harry exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, silently acknowledging that they were in for a long night of explanations judging by the looks they were being given. One thing was for certain though; they were going to kill Fred and George when this was through.
Rating: T
Warnings: AU
Pairings: None
Summary: Set in the summer after Fifth year, with Sirius alive. Fred and George slip something into the Golden Trio's drinks, and they begin to talk about the things that have happened to them.
AN: Thanks Jess for beta reading this for me!
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Harry Potter smiled contentedly as he looked around the room. He was at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, where he would be staying for the remainder of the summer. Although the house was very dreary and had a rather dark atmosphere about it, anything was better than the Dursleys.
Besides, the company more than made up for the less than stellar accommodations. Sirius was in the seat directly across from him, and Harry couldn’t have been happier. Only a few weeks ago Sirius had almost died in the Department of Mysteries, due to a false vision sent to Harry by Voldemort. Luckily though, the Unspeakables had been able to bring him back from beyond the Veil.
Next to Sirius sat Remus Lupin, Harry’s old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and a good friend of his father. Directly across from Remus and beside Harry sat one of his best friends, Ron Weasley. Hermione, his other best friend sat on the other side of Harry. She was talking in whispers with Ginny and Tonks, all of whom were shooting the occasional giggles and glances up at Remus.
The twins were talking with their brothers, Bill and Charlie Weasley, most likely about some new product, judging by the smirks that were being cast in the direction of Harry and his friends. Arthur was at the table with Moody, Minerva McGonagall, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Molly Weasley was puttering about in the kitchen with Fleur, and didn’t seem particularly pleased with whatever direction their conversation seemed to be taking.
Turning his attention back to the conversation between Ron, Sirius, Remus and himself, he took a sip of his Butterbeer. Sirius and Remus were just finishing up a story about some prank or another that they had pulled on the Slytherins during their time at Hogwarts.
“So then they just holed themselves up in their common room for the rest of the weekend, didn’t even come out for meals!” Sirius said between chuckles.
“Yes, and if I remember correctly, that led you and James to believe that they had their own kitchens in their common room. So you came up with the bright idea to break into the Slytherin common room to prove the theory and ended up in detention for the rest of the semester,” Remus added.
“Hey!” Sirius cried, perhaps a little too loudly as it drew the attention of the entire room. “It was a good theory! How else were they getting food when they weren’t even leaving their common room?”
“Perhaps their head of house had food sent down to them, Sirius Black. It’s ridiculous to believe that they have their own kitchens. All the common rooms are provided with the same accommodations,” McGonagall said, sending a disapproving stare towards Sirius, who shrank back in his seat slightly as if he were once again a school boy.
“So you told me at the time, but you admit that you’ve never actually been inside the Slytherin common room, so you can’t be sure. So until someone who is not a Slytherin can go in and tell us, we’ll never know for sure.”
“Sirius Black, that is completely ludicrous, the Slytherins do not have kitc-”
Harry suddenly felt very compelled to share his knowledge on the subject; after all, he had been inside the Slytherin common room. However, if he had been thinking properly, he would have realized that the Butterbeer that he, Ron, and Hermione were drinking had been handed to them by the twins, who had slipped their newest product into the drinks. Telling Toffee, this dissolved into the liquid. The product gave the consumer the compelling feeling of needing to share information or to answer questions truthfully.
“Actually, Professor McGonagall is right, Sirius. When Ron and I were in there, it was pretty much like Gryffindor tower, only in the dungeons with everything green and silver. No kitchens.”
As soon as he said this Harry clapped his had over his mouth, and turned to look wide eyed at Ron and Hermione, both of whom were looking decidedly pale. The room was deathly quiet in wake of Harry’s announcement, all looking rather stunned.
Molly Weasley was the first to recover and asked her son in a strangely calm voice which definitely didn’t bode well with the golden trio, “And how exactly did you do that?”
Hermione was frantically shaking her head as if that would stop what was about to come.
“We used Polyjuice Potion to become Crabbe and Goyle.” Now it was Ron’s turn to slap his hand over his mouth, and look desperately at his best friends, slowly realizing that they had almost no control over what they were saying.
“You did WHAT?!”
But before Mrs. Weasley could enter into one of her infamous tongue lashings, Bill cut her off to ask his own question. “Where on earth did you get Polyjuice? You can’t have gone into Knockturn Alley. You didn’t steal some from Snape, did you?”
“No, we only stole some ingredients from Professor Snape; we made the Polyjuice ourselves actually.” Hermione looked very shocked at herself for admitting such a thing, especially with McGonagall in the room.
“You made it? That’s NEWT level work, and you lot have only just finished your OWLS. I can’t believe…three fifth years…”
“We made it in our second year, actually, to try and see if Malfoy knew who the heir of Slytherin was.” Harry just groaned at his own emission.
Harry risked a brief glance at the occupants of the room. Sirius looked torn between amusement at this and disbelief while Mrs. Weasley had gone ghost white, and sat down heavily in a chair. The twins, Ginny, Tonks and Charlie were looking at them as if each of them had grown a second head.
Remus was frowning in apparent concern at the various possibilities of things that could have gone wrong, while the rest of them just looked even more shocked - if that was at all possible.
It was Ginny who spoke up next. “Why didn’t Hermione go as well?”
“I was going to. I even took the potion, but I used cat hair by accident. That’s why I was in the hospital wing for those few weeks before I was petrified.”
“WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THREE THINKING?!” Well, Harry thought, Mrs.Weasley had apparently gotten over the shock. “ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD! COULD HAVE DIED! COULD HAVE POISONED YOURSELVES! COULD HAVE BEEN DEFORMED! STUCK! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN EXPELLED! ...”
“No need to worry now, mum! It was years ago and besides, nothing went wrong. We’re all still here…” Ron trailed off as it became apparent that those had not been the best choice of words.
“Nothing went wrong?!?! I’ll give you nothing went wrong, Ronald Weasley! You best have not done anything else! Why, next thing I know you’ll be...be...playing with dangerous creatures…or breaking the law…taking unnecessary risks…putting yourselves at risk…!”
Harry once again felt that feeling, compelling him to say something. Glancing at Ron and Hermione he could tell that they were having the same problems. It was Ron however that was the first to crack.
“Only a few animals! Err, there was a dragon once, and then the giant spiders. Oh, and there was Grawp of course, but he’s more of a person than a creature really…”
“It wasn’t really breaking the law!” Hermione said frantically. “That horrible Skeeter woman was the one breaking the law; I only kept her in the jar for a few months! And Umbridge really deserved it; she tried to use an Unforgivable on Harry!”
“They weren’t really very big risks. I mean, Sirius wasn’t really out to kill me, was he? So it doesn’t matter that I didn’t have permission. And the Blood Quill only left a scar, so it’s not like my life was in danger. And how was I supposed to know Lockhart would try and do that to us? I was only twelve!”
The room was once again sitting in a stunned silence. Harry exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, silently acknowledging that they were in for a long night of explanations judging by the looks they were being given. One thing was for certain though; they were going to kill Fred and George when this was through.