Stuck in the Middle

Chapter 2

I sat on the floor of the empty classroom the boys found for me to use to make their aging potion. I usually helped make their potions. Especially if it was for pranks since I couldn't get in trouble. Can't get into too much trouble if you're not the one physically doing it.

"It should be done soon," I finally said after adding the last ingredient. There weren't a lot of ingredients needed in this potion at least. I had my book with me just in case I get lost making sure I'm doing everything correctly.

After the potion was green I made two bottles handing them to the boys. I finished bottling the rest of what I made and marked them with what potion they were so they couldn't get mixed up. I kept them as backups in case I or the boys needed them.

I followed the boys out of the room after cleaning up leaving no evidence behind. They decided right then and there that they would do what they originally planned. They made their way to the Great Hall.

There were groups of students there already. Some put their names into the cup, others wished they could, and the rest were watching the others. I watched as Cedric Diggory was pushed by his friends jokingly as he put his name into the cup.

I found a seat nearby as Fred and George pranced their way near the aging line Dumbledore made. I rolled my eyes as they took the bottles I made, linked their arms around one another, and drank their potion.

"Bottoms up," the boys said.

"It's not going to work," I could hear Hermonie say across the room.

People were laughing and cheering them on. They grabbed each other's hands just outside the aging line, before jumping into it with their names written down on some paper. They cheered which resulted in everyone else cheering. Who needs TV when I have these two to keep me entertained?

Right after they put their names into the cup, the cup spit them out and the blue light it gave off turned red for a moment sending a forceful power surge out hitting the boys and pushing them outside the aging line.

As soon as their backs hit the ground I stood up quickly. As soon as they sat up they started aging rapidly and looked like old men. This in turn caused them to start fighting, people circled them cheering them on. I just stood watching them as they did this, I didn't want to get in the middle of it.

It suddenly got quiet. I looked at the door to see Viktor Krum at the door with some of his friends. He strode his way through the Great Hall up to the cup and put his name into it. Before he turned to leave he gave Hermonie a look before leaving. Her face turned bright red.

I stood in the common room looking at the boys as they sat on the couch. I gave them a look I know their mother gives them all the time.

"I could have told you it wasn't going to work," I started.

They still looked like old men.

"Why did you say anything before?" George asked.

"Would that have stopped you two from doing it even then?" I asked in response knowing my answer.

They looked at each other. "No," they said in unison.

"When is it going to wear off?" Fred whined.

"Hours, maybe even days," I said. "Madam Pomfrey might have something to speed the process up."

They both sighed.

"Go on unless you like looking old?" I jokingly said.

I watched as they made their way to the hospital wing before curfew started.