Book One: Under the Hunters Moon

Full Moon: II

Harry Potter, Hogwarts, the last day of term.
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I stand outside Hogwart's main gate, waving my arm like an idiot as I watch Ron and Hermione go down the main road to Hogsmead in the carriages, as they turn out of sight I heave out a sigh and scratch the back of my head feeling awkward just standing here, so I turn on my heel and start my way back to the castle. Maybe Professor Lupin would be up for a chat over a cuppa, he could always hunt down Atalanta to see what she was up to, she was normally hunting in the forest or patrolling the ground just in case. Maybe I should go catch up on a few of the essays the Professors had assigned over the holidays, I have to admit that with the reduced inches per essay my grade has improved a lot over the weeks. I never understood why they wanted the unnecessary fluff that most of the teachers wanted in them, who cares so long as the students understood the facts about them.

As I moved up the stairs to the third floor and past the library, I heard a set of familiar voices calling out to me, Fred and George over by an unused classroom waving me over. Having nothing to do, I walked over to them, a bit wary about what they wanted.

"Harry, my good man-"

"-Brother befriender-"

"-Sister savior-"

"-and seeker extraordinaire!"

They say as I walk up to them, unable to keep the smile off my face, they always seem to know how to put a smile on my face, and I'll never even know who said it, enhanced sense of smell or not, they smell the same so I don't even know who is who.

"Hey, guys," I greet them, and their antics, "What are you guys still doing here? I thought you would be on your way to Hogsmeade?" I ask them, right before they both grab me and pull me into the abandoned classroom.

"We were, but then we saw you walking down the hall-"

"-and we figured that we might as well give you your Christmas present early." They both say, finishing each other's sentences.

"Oooookay," I say, still a bit wary of an oncoming prank by the two, their pranks were never mean-spirited or hurtful, and they never singled one student out over the rest, but that just meant everyone was fair game; even me.

"You guys know you don't have to do that, right?" I ask, I didn't save Ginny expecting them to give me anything.

"Oh, we know our good man-"

"-But we want to,-"

"-So, we decided to share with you-"

"-The secret to our success!" They finish as we walk up to the desk and one of them pulls out a folded piece of parchment and places it on top of the desk, I look down at it with a quirked eyebrow.

"A spare bit of parchment?" I ask looking back up to them, now sure this was a prank of some kind.

They both scoff, "A spare piece of parchment he says" the twin on the left says before the one on the right rolls his eyes, "Shall we Fred?" The one on the left says before the one on the right turns to him and says "Wait, I thought I was George today?"

"Were you?" The other asks before they both shrug and pull their wands out and taping the parchment in perfect synchronicity.

"We solemnly swear we're up to no good." They chant together before I watch the parchment come to life as web-like lines of ink across it, crisscrossing and twisting around before they settle on it, and I gape in astonishment.