Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER FOUR -

The Prisoner

Emmie made her way to the Hufflepuff common room but she wasn't in there long before they were all summoned back to the Great Hall, not knowing why.
"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told them as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors into the Hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the Prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the Hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbances should be reported to me immediately," he added to Percy Weasley, who was looking immensely proud and important. "Send word with one of the ghosts."
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the Hall, and said, "oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
One casual wave of his wand and the long tables flew to the edges of the Hall and stood themselves against the walls; another wave, and the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.
"Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.
The Hall immediately began to buzz excitedly and Emmie rushed to find the twins.
"What happened?" She asked them as they found some empty sleeping bags, "The Fat Lady was gone," Fred replied, "and her painting was destroyed," George added,
"found her on the fourth floor crying," said Fred, George nodded,
"said Sirius Black did it."
"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" Shouted Percy. "Come on now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!"
They got into their sleeping bags, Emmie next to Fred and Fred next to George. "I'm scared," Emmie whispered, Fred shuffled closer to her in his sleeping bag and reached for her hand,
"It'll be fine," he said before squeezing it.
Nearby they heard people talking, "how'd you reckon he got in?" Ron asked,
"Maybe he knows how to Apparate," said a Ravenclaw a few feet away, "just appear out of thin air, you know."
Emmie thought about some of the Muggle films her father had shown her, "he could have disguised himself," she spoke,
"He could've flown in," suggested Dean Thomas,
"Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read Hogwarts, A History?" Said Hermione crossly.
"Probably," said Ron, "why?"
"Because the castle's protected by more than walls, you know," said Hermione, "there are all sorts of enchantments on it to stop people entering by stealth. You can't just Apparate in here. And I'd like to see the disguise that could fool those Dementors. They're guarding every single entrance to the grounds. They'd have seen him fly in too and Filch knows all the secret passages, they'll have them covered..."
"Well not all secret passages," Fred whispered,
"huh?" Emmie looked at him but he put his finger to his lips and pointed at Percy.
"The lights are going out now!" He shouted, "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"
The candles all went out at once. The only light now came from the ghosts, who were drifting about talking seriously to the Prefects, and the enchanted ceiling which, like the sky outside, was scattered with stars.

*

The school talked of nothing but Sirius Black for the next few days, the theories about how he had entered the castle became wilder and wilder.
The weather was awful for weeks, the winds reached howling point and the rain fell harder than ever. It was so dark inside the corridors and classrooms that extra torches and lanterns were lit.
Emmie entered Defence Against The Dark Arts and sat next to the twins. The class was full with students but Professor Lupin was nowhere to be seen.
It was the day before a big Quidditch match, Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff so the room was buzzing with conversation about who they thought would win. Emmie was, of course, rooting for Hufflepuff but Fred and George were both beaters for the Gryffindor team so she was secretly wishing them luck too.
"Hey, look what we've got," Fred said and looked at the brown tennis ball sized object in George's hand,
"what is it?" Emmie asked,
"a Dungbomb!" They replied.
George threw it into the middle of the classroom and it exploded into a green smoke.
"Emmie Nightingale! That is disgusting!" Fred shouted as a putrid odour filled the room.
The twins high fived as students started covering their mouth and nose with their robes and running out of the classroom gagging.
Soon the whole class had evacuated to the corridor.
"What is going on here?" Professor Snape asked walking past,
"Dungbomb I think sir," a student replied, Snape looked over the crowd and his eyes landed on the twins who were sniggering, he opened his mouth to tell them off but for some reason stopped himself,
"where's Professor Lupin?" He asked, "not sure sir," another student spoke, "he never showed up."
Snape paused for a second,
"go back into the classroom, I'll get you a teacher,"
"But what about the smell?" Emmie asked,
"well maybe Mr and Mr Weasley should have thought about that," Snape replied. He turned to walk away but quickly turned back to the twins, "ten points from Gryffindor. Each."

*

It was the next day, the day of the Quidditch match, and the storm had gotten worst, Emmie and most of the school didn't mind though.
She found a good place in the stands and waited for it to start.
The wind was so strong that the teams staggered sideways as they walked out onto the pitch. Emmie cheered and clapped as loud as she could, she could see Fred looking around the stands, finally he found Emmie and gave her a quick wave.
The captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Cedric Diggory smiled at Oliver Wood but Wood now looked as though he had lockjaw and merely nodded. Both teams mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast.
It was hard to hear the commentary over the wind and cheering and it was hard to see what either teams were doing but Emmie understood that Gryffindor were fifty points up.
The sky was getting darker as though night had decided to come early and there was a flash of lightning. Soon both teams landed safely on the ground for a time out, they huddled at the edge of the pitch under a large umbrella.
Soon the game continued and both Diggory and Potter had eyes on the golden snitch. Diggory was way more sturdy on his broom and something seemed wrong with Potter, the wind was wipping him in every direction and he was looking around confused and then suddenly he fell.
Everyone in the stands gasped and leaned forward to try and get a better look.
"Is he dead?" Someone whispered to their friend next to them, "oh my god, I think he's dead."
Emmie's eyes drifted back up to the game which was still going on just as Diggory caught the golden snitch.

*

Emmie stood outside the hospital wing, soon the twins came out with the rest of the Gryffindor team.
"How is he?" She asked,
"awake," Fred shrugged,
"he'll be alright," said George reassuringly,
"yeah, it's Wood we have to worry about," Fred added.

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