HAHAHA APRIL FOOLS!!!! (The REAL chapter 42)

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL EFING FOOLS BITCHES!

Did you guys really believe that Fred would propose!!!!??? The concerned messages I got were all like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY DID SHE SAY No!!?" and "WFT WAS THAT YOU CANT DESTROY MY OTP!" and the whole time was was just smiling and sipping my tea with Satan. Hmm, now you know to read the authors note, because I basically told you that it was an APRIL FOOLS PRANK! Lol I love you guys you made my day. #sorrynotsorry

APRIL FOOLS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURAITE CHARACTERS FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!!!!

But if I were you I would just skip ahead, the only part that is changed is the whole Fred Proposing thing lol

Hermione and Ron left the hospital wing completely cured three days before the end of term. I would greatly miss Hogwarts, but was looking forward to some girl time with Ginny and Hermione. Harry was unset that he had to return to Privet Dr, but was willing to wait until Sirius sorted out custody issues.

Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before term ended. She had crept out of the hospital wing during sinner, evidently hoping to depart unnoticed, but unfortunately for her, she met Peeves on the way, who seized his last chance to do as Fred had instructed and chased her gleefully from the premises, whacking her alternately with a walking stick and a sock full of chalk. McGonagall couldn't stop her, but she didn't really try, she just said she wasn't able to chase after her because Peeves took her walking stick.

The last day of school had arrived: most people had finished packing. Harry didn't even start packing yet, so I was helping him in his dorm.

"Why haven't you packed?" I asked as I magically folded his robes and clothes.

"I don't want to go," said Harry, talking about going to Privet Dr.

"Oh," I said.

"They are horrible, they starve me there and-"

I got up from the floor. "Come on," I said.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, getting up, too.

"I don't want you to starve," I said, grabbing a bag.

I lead him to the Entrance Hall and towards the portrait of a bowl of fruit.

"We are going to the kitchens?" Harry asked.

"Yep," I said, tickling the pear in the painting. It squirmed and laughed, transforming into a green door knob. I grasped the knob and twisted it, and the door to the kitchens swung open.

The kitchen is a gigantic, high ceiling room with five tables identical to the ones in the Great Hall. Pots and pans were in heaps around the room on tables. At the end of the room a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room, opposite from the door.

"Lily-?" Harry started.

"Call Dobby," I said. The kitchen was full of house elves preparing for the feast.

"No need, Miss," said a house elf with tennisball sized eyes coming towards Harry and I. Dobby was wearing probably every piece of clothing that Hermione had made this school year, he layers of socks and hats all stacked on top of each other. "How may Dobby be of service?"

"Harry, here is in need of food for the summer, he is afraid of starving," I explained to him.

"Lily, I am sure they are to busy to be fetching me food-"

"Never," cried Dobby, "Harry Potter has just survived the Dark Lord's servants, my old master, and put them in Azkaban. Dobby will to anything to help Mr Harry Potter, sir,"

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