Silver thoughts

Title: Silver Thoughts
Author: Aniay
Parts: 5/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Words: 2244/?
Warning:
This chapter:
Whole story: slash, twincest, threesome, slight angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.
A/N: Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me. Next chapter will have some long awaitet smut :P


The Room of Requirement was full of cheerful voices as silvery, animal-shaped spells were running on the stone floor and flying through the air. The atmosphere was light and filled with carelessness, despite Harry’s constant mumbling about dementors.
Suddenly, the room fell silent. A Kneazle and a little lion dissapeared into thin air. The twins looked in the direction everyone was staring. A house elf, shaking and terrified, with big, flappy ears was speaking to Harry. Someone knew about them. Umbridge knew and it was all they needed to know. Harry yelled at everyone to run. They sprinted, along with many other students. Sounds of many people running echoed in the corridors. Fred and George just made it into an unused class when they heard Malfoy shouting that he caught Harry. They breathed hard, and their hands found each other and held tightly. George felt hate starting to bubble in Fred, along with a wish for revenge.

‘The ugly toad just got herself in trouble,’ Fred seethed through clenched teeth.

‘Trouble named The Weasley Twins.’ George squeezed Fred’s hand harder, and they grinned with their worst 'mad-man' grins.

Down the corridor, Umbridge was throwing commands at her Inquisitorial Squad to search, wherever they could, for stray students. The twins took out their wands and held them at the ready, pointed at the door. There were sounds of receding footsteps, but in few moments the door opened and Pansy ‘Pug’ Parkinson entered the classroom where they were hidden, and immediately was treated with two wordless *petrificus totalus*, never knowing what hit her.
Fred and George ran straight to their dormitories, leaving the Slytherin girl with her robes turned pig-pink. With her posture, light hair, and spotty, fair complexion, she looked like a pig indeed.
From under the bed, they took out their shrunken chest with all their newest inventions. They were going to get revenge on Umbridge for destroying the DA and at the same time it was a perfect occasion to advertise. Some time in the night Lee came running to them and announced that Dumbledore has left school after overcoming two aurors. It was exactly the opportunity they were waiting for: with Dumbledore absent there was nothing to stop them. When, some time later, someone said that the Ministry made Umbridge the headmaster of Hogwarts, Fred and George decided to cross the line.


The next day started quietly, with sleepy yawns and mumbled complaints about having to wake up and go to lessons. The twins didn’t care, they had a plan to put into motion. Everything seemed to work just fine, the plot to cause a mayhem and mischief going according to plan. When they were preparing the school for their last stunt, the ugly voice of Montague’s resonated behind his backs.

‘Weasley and Weasley as always up to something, I think I’ll have to dock some points..,’ he smiled, showing his yellow, rotten teeth.

‘Highly unlikely.’ George smirked.

‘Yeah, you can dock your balls at most…’ Fred smiled viciously.

‘…If you have any.’ George snorted. Montague’s face turned red and he opened and closed his mouth few times before he managed to utter

‘You.. will regret it.’ He made a step forward, but the twins remained unfazed ‘Weasleys, I’m taking…’

‘I said, it’s not gonna happen.’ George interrupted him and with swift movement opened the cabinet standing by the wall.

‘I’m taking fifty…’ Montague tried to finish but Fred seized him by his robes and pushed him into the opened cabinet.

‘Not. Gonna. Happen.’ Fred said to the Slytherin and George closed the door. They grinned at each other and followed to their next lesson. The plan was supposed to wait until lunch.


Just before the Zero Hour they met an outraged Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who was staring blankly at the Gryffindor hour-glass. It was hard to watch as the rubies flew upwards, reducing their house points. They decided not to cause innocent people too much trouble for a change, especially when those people were their friends and had already enough problems without their help. And they preferred all the fame for themselves only.

The twins hid in a room whose entrance was concealed with an old tapestry. Not a good view, or rather no view at all, but it was a good enough vantage point to listen to how Umbridge reacts.
The gigantic BOOM! announced that their plan had started. The floor shook and they heard running and shouts coming from floor below. The grinned at each other and started to suppress the laugh that was blooming in their chests, when sounds of Umbridge and Filch yelling in panic reached their ears. Then, when the old toad tried to stupefy the fireworks there was another explosion and she shrieked and they wanted to roar with laughter but allowed themselves only silent snickers.

‘You know,’ started George quietly when he finally managed to stop shaking from the laughter that was trying to spill from his lungs. ‘I feel that she and Filch will be the only ones having any problems with our little show.’ Both boys’ eyes were filled with tears from all of the choked off laughter.

‘Not an effect we had in mind,’ Fred smirked ‘But let’s look at the good sides, we will have another occasion to get in her hair.’ When they felt another wave of laughter threatening to spill out, the door opened almost knocking them down to the floor and Harry, doubled with laughter, entered their hiding place.

‘Impressive,’ Harry was grinning from ear to ear, ‘Very impressive... you’ll put Dr. Filibuster out of business, no problem…’

‘Cheers,’ whispered George, and wiped tears from his face ‘Oh, I hope she tries to make them vanish next... they multiply by ten every time you try.’

‘She will throw you out if she finds out.’

‘She would have to catch us red-handed first,’ Fred replied to Harry’s accusation

‘Oh. That’s so Slytherin of you, Gred,’ George mocked smirking. ‘I think you would fit in that slimy house just perfect.’

‘Nah.’ Fred shrugged and with mock seriousness said ‘I’m too brave for being a snake…’

‘You wanted to say reckless and foolish,’ said Harry and Fred stuck his tongue at him. The three of them snickered with suppressed laughter again.

George and Fred came back to the dormitory feeling their mission was complete. All over the school the teachers were playing along with their prank, making the old hag run around the whole school, putting small fires down and getting rid of stray fireworks. They even earned a few winks and mischievous smiles from their professors and by then, they were proclaimed heroes by their fellow Gryffindors. No one had any complaints, even about the sparklers writing indecent words in the air. Girls were absolutely in love with the silvery-pink, sparkling piglets. However, after one of the first year Hufflepuffs tried to hug one of them and landed in the hospital wing with burns, they presented a slightly more reserved attitude towards the cute-looking fireworks.


The Easter holidays that came just few days later was a pleasurable and much needed break for the twins who had to work at restoring their supply of fireworks. Their money was multiplying at incredible speed. They were spending it rather fast though. Their premises needed to be paid off and renovated. Even though they could do it all by themselves, their current situation forced them to employ a wizard who would take care of it. Their dad came in extremely helpful. He pulled some strings and asked the famous interior decorator and overhauler, Margaret Johnson to help with renovating their shop and flat. Surprisingly, Margaret agreed to work for the lowest possible fee. She was in her late forties and looked her age. She wrote to the twins asking for their own ideas, however impossible they seemed, clearly stating that it was a pleasure to help Arthur’s sons. She appeared to be, one way or another, in debt to their father. They met her personally only once when McGonagall gave them a pass to Hogsmeade one weekend. Ms. Johnson struck the twins as an overly optimistic and never really grown up person. With two ponytails, the pink robe and girly glasses she looked ridiculous, so they instantly took a liking to her. She already saw the premises she was going to work with and, as she stated with dissatisfied expression, met the god-forsaken demon in cat skin.

The decorator brought some samples of floor-coverings, wall-paints, and wallpapers with her and all of it was inside many colorful, miniature bottles. The twins looked with disbelief as she poured the potions over piece of wood she transfigured earlier. It changed its texture, color and even the material it was made of every time she used different potion. It was already a dozen of different types of wood flooring, stone and ceramic tiles and she even proposed sea-sand and grass for their bathroom, being supposedly very relaxing and healthy.

‘And what is it called once again?’ Fred asked Margaret when she poured a sample of violent pink wallpaper

‘The portable surface,’ Margaret explained ‘It’s pretty handy for us… I mean decorators. One has to carry only a few de-weighted bottles, instead the real samples,’ she poured another vial and the board turned light baby blue ‘What do you think about this one? Perfect for your bedroom walls.’

‘I like it, Fred? George was looking at the board carefully

‘Ok with me.’

‘So, do you know how it works exactly?’ George turned to Margaret who giggled.

‘Of course silly, I was one of the inventors, it’s based on sedum acre infusion. Wallpeppper.’ she added at Fred’s questioning gaze and then she dwelled on the details of the recipe, the twins absorbing every word.

‘Would you mind if we used some of your ideas in one of our inventions?’ Fred asked eventually.

‘Not at all, not at all.’ She blushed and smiled ‘If it helps you with your business, I’ll be more than happy to be part of it.’

‘Thanks,’ The twins said in unison and smiled their most charming smiles.

When Margaret Johnson left, she had a free, shrunk sample of “Weasleys’ Wildfire Whiz-bangs” stuck safely in her pocket. A present for her nephew, she said.
In the next few days, the twins were working overtime trying to put into use the recipe from Ms. Johnson and restocking their shop. The renovation on Diagon Alley was almost finished. The flat was already livable and it was only the shop that needed some finishing touches.
The Easter-break was coming to an end when Ginny approached them with Harry’s problem. As they were planning to play the prank anyway, they could always help Harry in the process.


The first day after Easter-break came and it seemed that nothing was going to happen, but it was only silence before the storm. They had all details of “miring Umbridge” planned for some time already, and just before the end of the last lesson they arrived at the fifth floor. They poured gooey liquid from the vial they carried, watching, with evil grins, as the stone, cold floor changed into a stinking swamp. After that, they hid safely till the end of the lesson, waiting for all oblivious students to poor out of classrooms straight into the foul-smelling bog. When they heard yells, screams, “ewww’s”, “yuck’s” and above all this, laughter, they knew their mission was accomplished. They were retreating from the corridor slowly at first but then, ran for their lives as they heard Umbridge’s voice near them. When they were in the main hall, just inches from safety of the vast school grounds, they got cornered by Inquisitorial Squad, and with a few wands pointed straight at their heads it was hard to fight back. It seemed, that it was their last prank while they stayed in Hogwarts.

As they saw Umbridge running down the stairs, smiling her ugly smile, they decided that they were going to leave Hogwarts then and there, but they let the Old Bat have a delusion of getting the Troublemakers-in-Chief for a while. They waited for the last possible moment to leave. All the people that were gathering around them made the Inquisitorial Squad lower their wands in false belief that the twins were unable to run, surrounded by so many students and Umbridge, but Fred and George had their hands on their wands in their pockets to be able to use them in any moment. When Filch elbowed his way through the crowd to join Umbridge, they decided to advertise a bit. Simultaneously, they accio’ed their brooms which flew to them obediently the moment after. They made quite a show of their leaving and being sure everyone knew where “Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes” was, set Peeves on Umbridge as they flew into the sunset. George smirked to himself. It was kind of romantic, this whole flying away into the setting sun. However, his face dropped after a few hours of constant flying. The air was getting damper and colder with every passing minute and they weren’t even half way to London.


They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron in the middle of the night, wet, frozen, stiff and hungry. Thankfully, the pub was serving some re-heated meals and freshly brewed tea even in the middle of the night, so they filled their stomachs and warmed a little and then flew straight into their new flat.

TBC