Darling, I Love You • FRED WEASLEY

8

"Faster!" Fred hissed.

It was September 1st of 1991 and well past curfew. During the feast, Fred noticed a broom closet door behind the staff's table and since we were a bunch of curious 13 year olds we decided to break into it.

Lee said we should use these "cred-y cards" to open the broom closet but since Fred, George, and I didn't know what it was he decided that butter knives are a good alternative too as Fred went to a bunch 6th years back to the Gryffindor common room.

Just as George filled my handbag with butter knives when Fred came running into the hall to tell us that the door was actually another way to get into the Gryffindor Tower roof, he slips a bit and crashes into George, about 16 butter knives clattering to the floor.

It seems as though the broom closet in the Great Hall was also a way to the Gryffindor Tower's roof when our Head of House decides to do a little inspection. I suggested that we try for the way in the Gryffindor Tower first but Fred insisted on this one and explained that we might find something interesting. George and Lee nodded in agreement and that was 3 against 1 so I had no choice but to get along with it.

Fred, George, Lee, and I are currently hiding in a classroom whilst the rest of the students head back to their dormitories. While waiting, the boys decided it was a good idea to rummage through my charmed handbag. It took a while before we were enveloped in silence so Fred took a peak and nodded at us.

We quietly bolted back into the Great Hall and behind the staff's table. Fred groaned when he noticed there were a few locks in it so we pulled our wands out and muttered a few spells I know.

"Alohomora," I started

"Annihilare."

"Liberare."

"Emancipare."

"Open Sesame?" Lee pondered in a hushed tone.

Silence.

Then I laughed. We all laughed. Tears started forming in our eyes and I accidentally banged on the door, the locks falling to the ground. Our eyes widen and the boys stared at me like I'm some angel. Fred slowly stepped inside and muttered a "lumos."

I was met by a rusty old ladder and Fred was already ascending it when I took a peek, so the rest of us followed. He pushed on the trap door and hoisted himself up. Clutching onto my bag as I clamber up; Fred extended a hand and I took it.

The view was breathtaking. I breathe in the fresh air and closed my eyes, feeling the cool September air. I took a seat next to Fred and stared at the tranquil surface of the water of the black lake.

"Best idea ever, Freddie," I breathed.

"I'm the best," he boasted. He winked at me and looked through my bag. He muttered an apology when one of the dung bombs exploded. 

Fred took out four bottles of butterbeer that he convinced a 3rd-year to give to us only if we promised that we prank his sister who was graduating next year. He agreed.

"Here's to the pranks we're about to present!" Fred toasted, bringing his bottle in the air with a cheeky grin.

"We're gonna be legends!" George added.

We brought the bottles together with a 'clink' and took a sip. We sat there in silence and listened to a few owls hooting. We don't know how long we stayed there but we loved every minute of it. If only Minnie never found us then I would think we would've stayed there till the next day.