Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER FOURTY-FOUR -

The Poison

It was Ron's birthday and Emmie was looking after the shop. Fred and George were in Hogsmeade, they were thinking of buying Zonko's but they were going to suprise Ron while they were there.
A man had just left the shop after buying some Muggle magic tricks when an owl hit the window. Emmie watched as it lay on the ground for a few second before getting up and hovering outside the door, waiting for her to let it in.
She opened the door and took the letter that the owl was holding.

Emmie,
Get to Hogwarts right now. Ron's been poisoned

Fred and George

*

"So, all in all, not one of Ron's better birthdays," said Fred.
It was evening; the hospital wing was quiet, the windows curtained, the lamps lit. Ron's was the only occupied bed.
"This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," said George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny.
"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," said Fred,
"There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to suprise him -" said George,
"You were in Hogsmeade?" Asked Ginny, looking up,
"We were thinking of buying Zonko's," said Fred gloomily, "a Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good it'll do us if you lot aren't allowed out at weekends to buy our stuff anymore."
Emmie looked over to Harry, "how exactly did it happen?"
"He ate some Chocolate Cauldrons which were spiked with love potion -"
"From who?"
"Romilda Vane had given them to me but he found them," Harry replied, "anyway, I took him to Slughorn and he gave Ron an antidote and then he poured some drinks for us. Ron drank it and he just passed out and then I got a bezoar down his throat and his breathing eased up a bit, Slughorn ran for help, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey turned up, and they brought Ron up here. They reckon he'll be alright. Madam Pomfrey says he'll have to stay here a week or so... Keep taking Essence of Rue..."
"Blimey, it was lucky you thought of a bezoar," said George in a low voice,
"Lucky there was one in the room," Harry replied.
"Do mum and dad know?" Fred asked Ginny,
"They've already seen him, they arrived an hour ago - they're in Dumbledore's office now but they'll be back soon."
"So there was poison in his drink?" Asked Fred quietly,
"Yes, Slughorn poured it out,"
"Would he have been able to slip something into Ron's glass without you seeing?" Emmie asked,
"Probably," Harry replied, "but why would Slughorn want to poison Ron?"
"No idea," said Emmie frowning, "you don't think he could have mixed up the glasses by mistake? Meaning to get you?"
"Why would Slughorn want to poison Harry?" Asked Ginny,
"I dunno," Emmie shrugged,
"There must be loads of people who'd like to poison Harry, mustn't there?" Fred asked, "the Chosen One and all that?"
"So you think Slughorn's a death eater?" Said Ginny,
"Anything's possible," said Fred darkly.

*

The trio got home late that night to see Angelina sat in the dark living room. Fred turned on the light as they entered the room slowly, "hi Angelina," he said,
"Hi Fred," she replied, "George where were you?"
"At Hogwarts," George replied,
"Well I don't know why you would be there when we had plans," she said angrily,
"I'm sorry," George said, "Ron was poisoned so I had to go. I should've let you know,"
"Yeah well you didn't," she rolled her eyes.
Emmie and Fred turned to each other and, telepathically, said "what the fuck?"

*

A few weeks later, Emmie walked into the kitchen to see George and Angelina. Emmie sighed, Angelina had been there alot recently and she was starting to dislike her again.
"Morning," she said,
"Morning," they both replied,
"Anything interesting?" Emmie asked looking to the newspaper George was reading,
"Mundungus is in Azkaban," he replied, "something to do with impersonating an Inferius during an attempted burglary... And someone called Octavius Pepper has vanished... Oh and a nine year old boy had been arrested for trying to kill his grandparents, they think it's under the Imperious curse."
"Nice," Emmie replied sarcastically, "anything good?"
"Yeah," George said, "Ron's better."

*

Fred arrived home from doing business deals and picking up things for the shop to see the shop was closed up early. He placed the box he was carrying on the floor and walked upstairs to the apartment to see where everybody was. Emmie was sat at the dining table in the living room with two piping hot plates of food in front of her, he looked at her confused as he sat down.
"You cooked," he spoke,
"Yeah," she smiled,
He looked at the pasta nervously, it was covered in, what he assumed was, tomato sauce and grated cheese, it looked good.
"Where's George?" He asked,
"Out with Angelina," she replied, "come on, tuck in."
He took a bite. It was delicious.
"Woah!" He spoke with his mouth full, "this is really good. I thought you couldn't cook."
"I really can't," she replied, "but I thought we needed a night to ourselves and it's always you surprising me and it's too dangerous to go out right now. So, the other week when I went to see my parents, I asked my mum to teach me how to make something,"
"Cool," he smiled, "but don't feel like you have to do something for me just because I have for you. I don't mind,"
"I do," she shrugged.

"I've got some ice cream for after," Emmie said when they had almost finished,
"Hmm," Fred spoke, "I think I'm gonna be too full for ice cream,"
"Really?" Emmie asked suspiciously, "you? Too full for ice cream? You do make me laugh,"
"Hey I'm serious," he sulked, "are you calling me fat?"
"Oh shut up of course I'm not," she laughed, "and anyway, what's wrong with being fat?"
He ignored her question, "I had a different idea about dessert,"
"Oh yeah? What you thinking? Sticky toffee pudding, trifle?" She smirked because she knew exactly what he meant.
"No," he replied, "I was just thinking... Well, we've had dessert in our bedroom, and the kitchen, you know that one time, and in the shop, I don't know if you remember that," he teased, "but never in the living room."

George entered the shop in the dark and tripped over a box in the middle of the floor. He walked upstairs to the apartment and, assuming they were in there, walked to Fred and Emmie's room to let them know he was home, he knocked on the door and opened in to see no one in there. He quickly checked the kitchen, which was also empty, before moving on to the living room. There must have been a silencing charm on the room because, as soon as George opened the door, he heard giggling, shuffling and Emmie moaning out Fred's name.
He cleared his throat making both of the jump, then he pulled out his wand and said, "Lumos," so he could see Emmie bent over the sofa and Fred stood behind her, both covering themselves with cushions.
"George!" Emmie shouted, about to throw a cushion at him but quickly realised that was a bad idea.
"I hate you guys," George chuckled and shook his head,
"You hate us?" Fred exclaimed before completely switching tones, "obviously you're jealous."
"Gross," George said quickly,
"So where's Angelina?" Emmie asked him,
"Yeah, I thought you two would be doing a similar thing," Fred added,
"We had an argument," George sighed,
"What about?" Emmie asked,
"Not important," George shrugged before adding, "maybe I would tell you if you were wearing clothes," before leaving the room.

*

The next morning Emmie entered the kitchen to see Fred looking out of the window at Diagon Alley and taking a sip from an orange mug with a large white W on it. He turned around to see her and she smiled at him weakly, she was still quite embarrassed about what had happened the night before and she was not looking forward to seeing George.
Surprisingly, when George did enter the kitchen that morning, it was as if he had completely forgotten about the night before. "I got a letter!" He exclaimed,
"Congratulations," Emmie replied sarcastically,
"No, you don't get it," he said annoyed, "it was from Ginny, her and Harry are going out!"
"What?" Fred asked, "I thought she was with Dean,"
"They broke up,"
"Well that's brilliant!" Said Emmie, "isn't it?" She looked to Fred, hoping he wouldn't go into protective older brother mode,
Fred smiled, "yeah, brilliant!"
"Oh yeah," George remembered, "Ron and Lavender broke up,"
"Oh... Well that's not so brilliant," Emmie replied,
"By the sounds it, it was for Ron," George replied.

- Princexiero xx