Gordon Ramsay teaching Hogwarts Students

14 (Harry POV)

Hello everyone! I returned! (Auth Orsnote: Out of fear, no – OW! Lin!)

I own only the plot and my OCs. Eleanor Jackson/Riddle belongs to @ToastIsSuperior, while @BunnyGirlHP owns Kat Potter.

Swearing.

Remember:

"Fred"
"George"
"Both twins"
-~-Talking to a non-reptile animal-~-
*Parseltongue*
Thoughts/Memories
$Gobbledegook$
'Foreign language'

"Singing"

'Writing'

"You're joking."

We had just finished telling Blaise and Hermione what happened over dinner. Blaise had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten about its existence.

"Seeker and Beaters? But first years never – you must be the youngest House players in about –"

"– a century," Eleanor smiled. "Flint told us."

Hermione and Blaise just gaped.

"We start training next week," Finne grinned.

"But don't tell anyone" I requested. "Flint doesn't want anyone to know yet."

Fred and George walked in, spotted us, and sat down with us.

"Guys, aren't you supposed to be at Gryffindor table?" Finne asked.

"We consulted –"

"– the entirety –"

"– of the school rulebook."

"There's no rules against it."

"Okay. You guys are the Gryffindor Beaters, right?" Eleanor asked.

"Indeed we are!"

"And Finne told us about the new prankster."

"Pull off a prank on Dumbledore, and you can join us."

"I can do that now. What is he scared of the most?"

"Actually," Finne suggested, "maybe you should do what he loves the most. Or, rather, who."

"What do you mean?" Eleanor asked.

"He's a jealous bitch, and he actually dated Grindelwald."

"So what?"

"Grindelwald was a Dark wizard, so Fumblewhore probably will be scared if he sees him out of prison. Not because he's a Dark wizard, but because Fumblewhore doesn't want to have to fight the love of his life again."

"Good logic, Finne. I think I can do it if I know what he looks like," Eleanor smirked.

Finne took out a book, titled 'The Great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore', and flipped to a page with a picture of a wizard who couldn't have been more than 30 at the time of the photo.

"This is Grindelwald. I think you should leave the room, and do it out there, because we need to make sure you can hold it."

"Okay!"

Eleanor skipped from the room with the book in her hand, the biggest grin on her face. Fred and George followed suit.

No sooner had they left than someone far less welcome walked up: the Weasel, with MacMillan and Finnegan behind him.