Hermione Granger felt disoriented at everything that happened. Her lungs burn from the twin’s horrible produce as she cough harshly. She couldn’t understand why those two would make such an object. Racking her mind, she felt that these two were wasting their potential chasing after childish games instead of doing what their mother wanted. Them having good grade and getting jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Fred and George could do so much more then…party trick that should be grown out of.
“Mundum Aerem!” The voice of the Headmaster rang out as a sky blue spell hit the supernova color cloud above them. The brown hair bookworm let herself relax. Of course, the Headmaster had a spell to fix this rubbish and she couldn’t help wonder what book that spell was in. “Attention students! Due to events of what happened, classes are postponed until tomorrow.”
Hermione couldn’t help a groan of disappointment escape her mouth to join the cheers of her fellow Gryffindors. Really! They should be grateful to have such amazing classes.
“Please continue your lunch.” Professor Dumbledore continued over the loud hurrah. The old wizard chuckled at brighten faces. “Ah yes, yes. No classes. Ha ha! Also, many thanks to those who quickly stood up to with our dear Weasley’s confrontation.”
The smartest witch of her generation frown at the direction of the red hair girl from Beauxbatons. She could understand why that girl interfered with the Twins trying to straighten Ron out. Sure they were going to far like always with their useless jokes but how else was Ron going to snap out of his stupid jealous stupor.
“Harry. Harry!”
The said teen and her turn quickly to sound of Harry’s name. Hermione felt her frown turn into a scowl. Lavender Brown. The most annoying girl she has ever met, looking at the untidy black hair teen with urgency. ‘He should really brush his hair more. He’ll looks so unprofessional once he’s trys to get a job,’ She thought mindlessly. Once they met eyes, the look of urgency turned into a fierce determination.
”Lavender?” Harry asked nervously.
As he shifted foot to foot, she felt the urge to fix his posture.
“Well?” Lavender demanded. The green eyed boy let out a sound of confusion. “Aren’t you going after our Ronnie?”
“Our Ronnie?” The two out three of the Golden Trio interrupted in annoyance.
The blue eyed pure-blood Gryffindor continued as if they didn’t say anything. “He must be overwhelmed after something like this! How could those horrible boys do that to him? Aren’t they his brothers? If my sisters did that…oh Harry! Why haven’t you not gone after him? As his best friend, you should be there to help him with something so traumatic! You are his best friend right?”
“Of course I am!” The boy who live snarl, puffing up like an enraged cat.
“Then go!”
Both girls watch as the male pivoted and rushed out the of dinning hall. Lavender let out a sigh at the comforting thought that her favorite boy was getting the support he deserves. Specially with all those dumb, unfounded accusations of him being jealous of his Harry being rumored across the castle. Then her turquoise blue eyes met unamused brown eyes.
“What was that?” Hermione growled crossing her arms.
Lavender sneered at her and hiss; “Well, we all know you weren’t going to help out. This is far above your emotional level.”
A shrill; “What is that?!”
Lavender stood up to her full height and look down at her rival. Once again Hermione felt something she hasn’t felt since the first year. Something that she work hard not to fell again. The real reason she stay late in the library, other then the hungry for knowledge.
(It was the first her night at Hogwarts and Hermione couldn’t wait to interact with her roommates. Finally people just like her in this world that she would have never even dream of! Patting her hair down, brushing her robes for imagery dust and grabbing her book, Hogwarts: A History, waiting gleefully to meet the girls she was now living with. Imagine her greatest disappointment and shock when four girls came in talking about beauty and love magic!
How shallow! How can they think of something like that when they should be thinking about using magic to better the state of muggle and wizard interaction. Specifically, that curly blonde girl who was taking pride in such arts. Does she not remember women fighting to be more than makeup wear stay at home mothers? The protest against the sexism of Miss America pageant in 1968? The women rights to vote in 1920?
The room became quiet.
“Excuse me?” A cold tone of voice asked.
Oh…did she say that out loud?
“Please do repeat yourself.” The tone became a snarl. Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine as her eyes met sharp turquoise blue eyes that bore down on her. The brown hair girl unconsciously took a step back. “What was this bout us being shallow? Go on. Tell us.”
For once Hermione Granger, kid prodigy, felt as if she was the smallest and dumbest person in the room. She loath the feeling. *I-I called you shallow because you’re chasing after s-such useless things. What’s the use of love and beauty when y-you can do something far more useful?”
Everyone in the room stared at her in wide eye dumbfounded annoyance. She couldn’t help but feel like she was gaining ground for herself. The brown eyed bookworm took their silence as a surrender to her words. It felt like it always did when she won an argument with her brain. Well…at least until Lavender Brown stalked up towards her like a predator. A lioness on a hunt if you will. The curly, blonde haired girl reached out with a delicate hand and gripped her chin. A viper snatching its prey, a twisted sneer on her pale perfect face. Even in this awful situation, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over the other’s skin.
“You don’t know anything about the wizarding word, do you?” Came the sound of a mocking question. Anger blaze, hotter within her. “Not even two hours and you act like you know everything.”
“I-I read Hogwarts: A His-”
The hand tighten its grip.
“A useless book that has nothing on actually living your whole life in the magical world. Word of advice, don’t be disrespecting another’s culture.” Lavender scorned, pushing the other away before walking to her chosen bed. The now most disliked girl let out a gasp as she stumbled back. “Less you end up at the end of someone else’s wand. Also, don’t be going around breaking bones or losing ‘em. Skele-Go is a potion created by a lame Beauty Witch after all.”
“Aren’t there a handful of Beauty Witches working in St Mungo’s Hospital?” A black girl, Kellen Rosier, with twin brown ponytails asked nervously, looking between the two.
”Y-yeah.” The girl, Fay Dunbar, with an auburn pixie cut and slanted eyes, piped up. She waved her arm loosely, almost hitting the last girl, Parvati Patil, with a braid. “They work with those who don’t have arms and stuff!”
With that, everyone went back to talking. Hermione felt as if something became close to her. I don’t need them. She thought in anger, wiping tears away. I’ll prove I’m better than them all.
She spent the months after unable to see her reflection in the mirror in the girl’s dorm room. At least until she befriend the two boys who obviously need her. Should have known a talking mirror was a creation of a Beauty Witches.)
“Whoa there, Lav.” Parvati reached out to pull her best friend back.
“Ugh…not again.” Kellen mumbled sharing a look with Fay. She rolled her dark brown eyes as she gestured tiredly around the table causing Fay to giggle. “Dick measuring contest much.”
“Be nice.” Fay whisper with a loud snort. Neville Longbottom look at her with a crooked smile. Blushing in embarrassment she let out a cough to get their attention. “Ladies! Ladies! Leave that shit in the common rooms.”
“Shouldn’t we be joining Harry in running after. Ron?” Dean Thomas asked anxiously.
Lavender shook her head. Confronting Ron was Harry’s job and they couldn’t interfere. Jealousy scratch at her ears for her small blossoming crush but knew that Ron would not look her way. Not with Harry standing in front of him. So she opened her mouth to rebuff Dean before the all great knowing-it all jumped it.
“Of course not.” Hermione lofty declined, her nose slightly in the air. Hands tightened on her arms. “In fact, we shouldn’t have Harry indulge Ronald’s tantrum.”
Her dark brown eyes blacken with despisement.
Lavender bared her teeth as string instruments sung in her ears. “Tantrum?”
“Ronald is just being stupid for being jealous of Harry’s name being called. Which is rubbish! I get that he feels overshadowed by his brothers but honestly-”
“Jealous?!” A snarl of a lioness rage filled the air. Everyone still in the room jumped in fright. Parvati jumped to her feet and seized her taller friend with Fay. Both girls struggled to hold the enraged Beauty Witch-in-training back. Seamus, who was slowly agreeing with the brunette, fell off the bench with a shout. “How fucking dare you?!”
“How dare I?!” Came the hissing reply. The room became dark, cold and quiet except for the rubato tempo that was rising. For a petrifying moment, Hermione felt as if she was in the Forbidden Forest back in first year. “How dare you! I know my boys. I know Ron. He is being a sodding jealous twat that needs to get over himself for Harry!”
She knows them?
Lavender scoffs.
“Oh? Hmm…I see how it is. Hermione knows best. Hermione’s the adult.” The middle child of the Brown clan sang with a mocking facsimile smile. Neville gently pulled Kellen closer to his side at the sight of her shiver. He could understand, Lavender has never sound like this before. “Such a clever, grown-up miss. Hermione knows best.”
The voice of the child prodigy echoed in the air.
They’re acting like children.
“Fine, if you’re so sure now! Go ahead and prove me wrong.”
Either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed-or worst, expelled!
“This is what we want. This is what we need to see. Prove us the jealousy. We’ll see! Trust me, my dear. This is how a friendship ends.”
Rubbish.
“I won’t say I told you so.”
Hermione felt her eyes burn as everything became blurry. She desperately racked her brain to stop this. She knew her boys. She knew them. Lavender knew nothing. That girl was just a bubble, blonde bimbo. The smart girl was always right. She was always right. Brown was just a middle school equivalent of a cheerleader. She couldn’t compare to her at all. AT ALL!
“No, Hermione knows best. So if you’re such a genius,” The pure-blood spat angrily, getting into the muggle-born’s space. “Go and put it to the test. If you fail…”
Tears dripped onto the floor.
”Don’t come crying…”
Hermione pivot on the heels of her feet and ran out.
“I saw it all.”
She was the smartest witch of her generation.
~.~.~.~
Percy looked at what looked like a broadway musical scene his great aunt Muriel and her younger son John took him to as a child. He couldn’t help but be impress. He didn’t know his fellow pure-blood had such a pair of lungs. Well maybe he shouldn’t be that shock. The brown family were known not only for birthing witches with strong skills in beauty and love spells but entertainer of theater.
He watched and felt the dinning hall filled with warmth and light once again. The third child of the Weasley family let out a sigh as he sunk into his chair. Why did his brothers have to do something like this?
The mocking.
The disrespect.
The dangerous pranks they play.
Percy was tired.
He was use to having all this actions being used on him. He was use to this.
But going after Ron, who was practically begging them to let him go? Percival Septimus Weasley was not going to let that slide. (Like when he made sure that they didn’t get away with almost killing Ron with a sodding acid lollipop. Did they even think what would happen if Ron had swallowed it? There’s a reason why those things were not snacks for children but for adults.) Just because his mother is too soft in disciplining the twins that apparently remind her of her brothers, doesn’t mean he is. He was going to make sure those two idiots understood what they did was wrong.
Now where are those tweebs?
“Let me go! Let me go!”
Harry’s head shot up in alarm at a very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he hadn’t talk to in three days.
“I bloody swear George!” Four seats down from where he sat, stood Ron Weasley (the very boy…them? Ron once mention that he didn’t feel much like a boy a year ago as they shared the bed in the nurse’s infirmary. Both completely tired and full of trauma that was Harry’s father and friends drama; clutching onto each other over close calls.) struggling against his brothers. Pearly white teeth bared in hot coals of inferno rage. Freckles that Harry love to count during History of Magic disappearing under burgundy red blush. “Fred! Get Off! I’ll tell mum! I will, you’ll see!”
The green eyed teen, now know as the fourth campion in the triwizard tournament, quickly struggled to get up on his feet. Unadulterated panic ran throughout his veins to his weak heart (anything that made his Best Friend cry out send him into a frenzy) as if it was in a race. Gasps of shock and whispers of confusion filled the half full dinner hall. His eyes never leaving the struggling form of the youngest Weasley son even as his large heavy glasses start to slide off his face.
“Come now Ronnnie!” George cackled pulling his little brother closer.
“We just want a bit of a chat.” Fred tittered with what sounded to malice glee to onlookers’ discomfort. “Truly ickle Ronnikins! You act like-”
“We’re going to do something untowards! How cruel.”
“How boarish.”
“Hurts. Right here.”
“In the heart.”
“But being cruel is what he’s good at, ain’t he Gred?” Fred asked in mock jest as he starts to pull out what looked to be one of the twins new product. Ron’s electric blue eyes widened as they start to glow white in fear, his struggling becoming frantic. “Being jealous of our poor little Potter.”
Ron stilled in confusion. Harry watched as pale chapped pink lips mouthing the word ‘jealous’.
“That there, you be right Feorge.” George agreed grabbing his captive brother’s chin tightly. Glee filled his body as it always done at the thought of playing a tiny prank at their bother. “Maybe he can pent a bit by helping us with this new product?”
“Oh yes my dearest twin. What an excellent idea! Come Lil’ickle Ronnikins! Help us test out our new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Party sing n’ dance!”
Ron let out a shout of terror as he renew his tussle to get away from his childhood tormentors. He refuses to be a guinea pig for them once again against his will. Electric blue eyes, nearly white, looked around for help. He could see couple of students from the other schools race out of their seats to get to him from the laughing Slytherin and gossiping Ravenclaw tables. Even Harry (probably realizing that sending the twins at him like a pack of bloodhounds was a bad idea. For being jealous. Jealous! Honestly, where did he get that idea? Jealous.) was staggering their way.
“Hé! Laissez-le partir!” A red wine haired teenager girl from Beauxbaton snarled as she snarled. She whipped out her reddish-gray wand and called out a spell. “Libération!”
Everyone waited with bated breath as pastel red flash of energy shot out of the girl’s wand and hit the closes arm. They watch as Fred’s arm spasm, causing the large truffle size ball to smack into the youngest male Weasley’s cheekbone. Watched as it exploded and cover all three males in a bright nova colored cloud. Red wine haired teen let out a surprised squeal as she clasps her hands to her mouth in shame.
“Ron!” Harry cried out, floundered toward them impulsively. His only thought was to get to his sunset red haired boy. “Ron talk to me!”
Coughing was his only answer.
That was before a gust of heat like an oven pulse out as fire flared out to the ceiling. The students closes to the fire screech out, scrambling to get away. Harry himself took a few steps back, eyes blinking in discomfort. Once his eyes stop watering, he took in the sight of Ron’s hair doing its best to be a forest fire.
(“My family is blessed with fire.” Ron mumbled into his chest, sleep dancing in his voice. The slightly older boy rubbed his face into the other’s over-baggy pajama shirt. “Da’s da was said to be *yawn* from the third branch of the great Bear Queen. Fire has power over us in sum. Drag still hur’ thou.”
“Third branch?” Harry asked with a softest of tone, eyes to heavy with the sandman’s dreamer magic.
“Third child that had child of their own. ‘Tis a pure-blood thingy. Gotta be strong string to magik thou.”
“Hmm…”)
“You…” Ron snarled, hair getting brighter.
“Now Ronnie…” Fred stammered as he took a clumsy step backward, pulling George with him. “Let’s be calm?”
The younger twin squeaked as he clung to the other’s arm. “I thought only Charlie and Percy could do that.”
“Not now Georgie.”
“Ah, right Freddie.”
Soon an eerie sound of music filled the air.
The room started to darkened and chill.
Not a sound came from the only students and staff in the room as Ron took a calculated step towards his beloved brothers. His usually sweet, joyful face was now cold and stone. Eyes no longer glowing white with fear but with hot blue hell fire.
“It seems, difficult brothers will take advantage of my good nature.” Was hissed out, sending a shudder through all. A hand (a bruise starting to form at its wrist) slowly raises towards the cowering six years. “So lets lock them up.”
The fire from the fourth year’s hair slithered down his neck, across his arm and out his fingers like snakes. Zooming to the air as if it was a hawk diving for its prey. Fred and George screamed as the flames became solid, wrapping around them like rope.
“Throw away the key! I bet there’s one on every tree.” Lyrics coldly being song out through Ron’s lips. Allowing everyone to feel the anger, the hatred and the completely done emotion that was swirling like a whorlpool within the singer’s body.
Memorized by what was happening in front of him, Harry jumped as someone grabbed his robes. His head snapped to look behind him to see Hermione watching with horror.
“Ungrateful!” Came tearing out of Fred’s throat.
George followed after; “Hateful!”
“Vile too!” They sang together in stress.
Ron could feel his eyes roll as if he was playing a role in a story that he had no control over. He was enraged, that much was true but to embarrass his brothers like this? Well…he wasn’t the twins themselves. They were the arses and cruel ones in the family. He should know…fourteen years was enough to see that. “The thing they put me through. Break my spirit as they play! Making me into a silly display. Maybe you’d called wholesome play…”
Tears slowly snuck into his eyes.
“But I’ll call it cruel.” A sob threatened to escape from him; “Cruel love.”
Unwilling to breakdown and become even more of a laughing stock, Ron pulled out his own wand. With a shuddering gasp of air, he summoned the rest of the product. He knew that those….he didn’t know what to call them at the moment. Not that it matters to him right now. He was just too tired for this shite.
“I bloody hope you two know how to handle a sodding lawsuit in case some poor sod is allergic.”
Fred shaking his head to clear, he couldn’t help but question his brother. “Whatcha mean?”
Ron shot five looking truffles into the air, exclaiming; “Vehemens Ventus!”
The room bellow as the spell hit the products. A strong gust that could be considered as a tornado ravaged the arena. Smoke covering their eyes like a dense black fog and filled their lungs, suffocating like an uncontrollable forest fire.
“You want to play arseholes?” The cause of the chaos inquired forbidding. Blue flames glare at the trembling forms of the ones that started the path of the chaos causer. “ Hahaha fine. Game on…bitches.”