The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
Harry waited outside of the local floo network, smiling at the sight of Ron walking over with his usual casual loping gate.
“I should thank you,” Ron told him as they greeted each other. “Gin was being a right pain before I left.”
Frowning Harry said, “Is she planning on trying to get back at Hermione?”
“Something like that,” he sighed. “But not to worry, I asked the twins to keep an eye on her while I was away.” Looking around, he inquired, “So where do you figure Hermione is?” Harry pointed up at the mountain, namely to the castle that stood atop of it. Swallowing thickly, Ron looked to it and back over to his friend. “Can’t we start somewhere else first? Like a quidditch shop or maybe the town has a library with a copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History’ she’s reading there in the stacks?” When all Harry did was look at him flatly, Ron muttered, “If I’m bitten by a vampire, you’re the first person I’m going after.”
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Where as it was true that Ron did ask the twins to keep an eye out on their baby sister, Fred and George didn’t want nor had the time to do so. But they saw the wisdom of keeping an eye on her after he had explained why.
“She’s gone off her nut,” he told them as he was restocking the shelves. “Gin as much as told me that Hermione was to blame for Harry liking blokes.”
Fred and George looked to each other, as they both asked at the same time, “Harry’s a fairy?”
“No, he’s gay,” Ron answered absently, never taking note of his brothers laughing at him behind his back. They went straight faced when Ron turned to look at them. “So if you could keep her out of trouble while I’m gone that would be a help.”
“No problem,” Fred told him, even as he was trying to figure out what they were going to do to be able to work in peace.
“We’ll watch after her,” George answered, already thinking of the people they could hire to do it for them.
Once Ron was gone though, they looked to each other and both said at the same time, “There’s no way we’re doing it.”
“But what to do?” Fred asked.
“Hire someone, but it would have to be someone who can out think her and has great blocking skills,” George told him. “The last thing that poor bastard would need is boogies going down their face in a flood.”
Sighing heavily Fred said, “I’m sorry we ever showed Gin that spell.”
“Why did we?” George inquired.
“Ron beat her at another game of exploding snap,” he recalled. “No one likes a braggart, especially when it’s our baby brother when he gets on a roll.”
“Too true, Feorge, too true.”
And so started what they liked to call “The Great Ginny Sitter Hunt”. As they didn’t even have the time to put into that either, they made up a list of names of who they thought were qualified people and went through them all.
If they had the time to get away from the business, they would have done this while eating dinner or even playing chess. But as they had to be at their store for work, they didn’t see it as being wrong to go through the list there. So that’s what they were doing when who should be there with his little nephew, but Marcus Flint.
The former Slytherin and now professional quidditch star was in town to visit family and friends before the start of the new season. His sister’s son had wanted to go into WWW, but he had told his favorite uncle that his mum didn’t like the looks of the place.
“Marcus, he’s only six,” his sister reminded him. “What they have in there…”
“Not to worry, Roxanne,” he told her as he scooped up the laughing boy. “We’ll stick to the candies and only those you told me were okay the last time I was here. Deal?”
Still worrying, she muttered, “Deal.” Smiling she told her brother, “You spoil him.”
“Someone has to,” he breathed, thinking of how her husband had run off with his mistress soon after his wife had given birth. Marcus then said in a louder voice, “See you at the Leaky, in what? Half an hour?”
“That sounds good,” his sister said. “Give your mummy a kiss, Harold.”
The little boy obediently did so.
“Be good for your Uncle Marcus,” she murmured, waving as she went on her way to go clothes shopping.
Marcus was looking at the candy next to the till with Harold when he heard one of the twins saying to the other, “At this rate we’ll never find anyone to keep Ginny out of trouble.”
“Ginny is old enough to look after herself,” the other one said, sounding sour.
“We’re doing this not for her, but for Hermione,” the first one replied.
Marcus became more attentive at the mentioning of Hermione Granger’s name.
“So what can we do? It’s not as if our sister is going to listen to a word we say,” Marcus saw the nametag and knew now that this was Fred speaking. He turned and greeted him, “Flint. So are you ready to check out?”
It took him all of a second to decide what to do. “Tell you what, Weasleys. I will look after your sister on two conditions.”
“What?” they both asked at the same time.
“Three free sugar quills for my nephew,” he told them. “And I get free rein.”
They looked to each other and back over to him, saying, “Let’s see your arm.”
Marcus sat Harold on the counter and even tickled the little boy as he went about pulling down the sleeve of his robe. Once he revealed his bare arm to the twins, he asked, “Do we have a deal, gentlemen?”
Frowning George said, “I thought you were a death eater.”
Smiling grimly, Marcus said, “What can I say? Someone showed me there were more important things in life.” Scooping his nephew up, he asked, “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” Fred told him. “And here…” He went around the counter and took up another seven sugar quills and bagged them with the others, handing them over to Marcus. “Trust me. You’ll more than earn them.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to be paid in cash instead?” George inquired.
“Shut up!” Fred snapped, adding under his breath, “There’s no amount of money in the world that would be enough and you know it!”
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Chapter Eleven
Harry waited outside of the local floo network, smiling at the sight of Ron walking over with his usual casual loping gate.
“I should thank you,” Ron told him as they greeted each other. “Gin was being a right pain before I left.”
Frowning Harry said, “Is she planning on trying to get back at Hermione?”
“Something like that,” he sighed. “But not to worry, I asked the twins to keep an eye on her while I was away.” Looking around, he inquired, “So where do you figure Hermione is?” Harry pointed up at the mountain, namely to the castle that stood atop of it. Swallowing thickly, Ron looked to it and back over to his friend. “Can’t we start somewhere else first? Like a quidditch shop or maybe the town has a library with a copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History’ she’s reading there in the stacks?” When all Harry did was look at him flatly, Ron muttered, “If I’m bitten by a vampire, you’re the first person I’m going after.”
***
Where as it was true that Ron did ask the twins to keep an eye out on their baby sister, Fred and George didn’t want nor had the time to do so. But they saw the wisdom of keeping an eye on her after he had explained why.
“She’s gone off her nut,” he told them as he was restocking the shelves. “Gin as much as told me that Hermione was to blame for Harry liking blokes.”
Fred and George looked to each other, as they both asked at the same time, “Harry’s a fairy?”
“No, he’s gay,” Ron answered absently, never taking note of his brothers laughing at him behind his back. They went straight faced when Ron turned to look at them. “So if you could keep her out of trouble while I’m gone that would be a help.”
“No problem,” Fred told him, even as he was trying to figure out what they were going to do to be able to work in peace.
“We’ll watch after her,” George answered, already thinking of the people they could hire to do it for them.
Once Ron was gone though, they looked to each other and both said at the same time, “There’s no way we’re doing it.”
“But what to do?” Fred asked.
“Hire someone, but it would have to be someone who can out think her and has great blocking skills,” George told him. “The last thing that poor bastard would need is boogies going down their face in a flood.”
Sighing heavily Fred said, “I’m sorry we ever showed Gin that spell.”
“Why did we?” George inquired.
“Ron beat her at another game of exploding snap,” he recalled. “No one likes a braggart, especially when it’s our baby brother when he gets on a roll.”
“Too true, Feorge, too true.”
And so started what they liked to call “The Great Ginny Sitter Hunt”. As they didn’t even have the time to put into that either, they made up a list of names of who they thought were qualified people and went through them all.
If they had the time to get away from the business, they would have done this while eating dinner or even playing chess. But as they had to be at their store for work, they didn’t see it as being wrong to go through the list there. So that’s what they were doing when who should be there with his little nephew, but Marcus Flint.
The former Slytherin and now professional quidditch star was in town to visit family and friends before the start of the new season. His sister’s son had wanted to go into WWW, but he had told his favorite uncle that his mum didn’t like the looks of the place.
“Marcus, he’s only six,” his sister reminded him. “What they have in there…”
“Not to worry, Roxanne,” he told her as he scooped up the laughing boy. “We’ll stick to the candies and only those you told me were okay the last time I was here. Deal?”
Still worrying, she muttered, “Deal.” Smiling she told her brother, “You spoil him.”
“Someone has to,” he breathed, thinking of how her husband had run off with his mistress soon after his wife had given birth. Marcus then said in a louder voice, “See you at the Leaky, in what? Half an hour?”
“That sounds good,” his sister said. “Give your mummy a kiss, Harold.”
The little boy obediently did so.
“Be good for your Uncle Marcus,” she murmured, waving as she went on her way to go clothes shopping.
Marcus was looking at the candy next to the till with Harold when he heard one of the twins saying to the other, “At this rate we’ll never find anyone to keep Ginny out of trouble.”
“Ginny is old enough to look after herself,” the other one said, sounding sour.
“We’re doing this not for her, but for Hermione,” the first one replied.
Marcus became more attentive at the mentioning of Hermione Granger’s name.
“So what can we do? It’s not as if our sister is going to listen to a word we say,” Marcus saw the nametag and knew now that this was Fred speaking. He turned and greeted him, “Flint. So are you ready to check out?”
It took him all of a second to decide what to do. “Tell you what, Weasleys. I will look after your sister on two conditions.”
“What?” they both asked at the same time.
“Three free sugar quills for my nephew,” he told them. “And I get free rein.”
They looked to each other and back over to him, saying, “Let’s see your arm.”
Marcus sat Harold on the counter and even tickled the little boy as he went about pulling down the sleeve of his robe. Once he revealed his bare arm to the twins, he asked, “Do we have a deal, gentlemen?”
Frowning George said, “I thought you were a death eater.”
Smiling grimly, Marcus said, “What can I say? Someone showed me there were more important things in life.” Scooping his nephew up, he asked, “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” Fred told him. “And here…” He went around the counter and took up another seven sugar quills and bagged them with the others, handing them over to Marcus. “Trust me. You’ll more than earn them.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to be paid in cash instead?” George inquired.
“Shut up!” Fred snapped, adding under his breath, “There’s no amount of money in the world that would be enough and you know it!”
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Marcus Flint? Go figure! Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading and if you could take the time to review, I'll give you a puppy. Okay, maybe not a puppy, but you will get my deep an abiding thanks! LOL! Have a wonderful day.