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Chapter Twenty- Two: The Fall

For the next few days, the school talked of nothing but Sirius Black. Well, except for Ishani, who refused to let anything derail her exam preparations.

Rumours regarding how Sirius Black broke into the castle spread wildly, with everyone inventing new, far-fetched explanations and insisting that they were correct. Selene was convinced that Black could Transfigure himself into a pebble. Lee told everyone that Sirius had actually disguised himself as a house elf.

Fred and George didn't add to the rumours, but Fred did make you learn a new spell so that you could grow and change his hair with a flick of your wand, letting him run around and spook random students. He'd pop out from behind a corner, his red hair now hanging messily at his shoulders in a dark brown mop.

"'Hello, children. Tis I, Sirius Black! Time for death!" He would proclaim. George, acting as his co-star, would let out a scream.

"Mr Black, I'm such a fan! Can I have an autograph?"

"Why, of course you can, young lady!" Fred would reply. Fred also made you don sunglasses and a fake wire, pretending to act as a bodyguard. This little charade continued until Fred accidentally jumped out at Snape.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley," Snape sneered, scowling at Fred's hair. "Do you think you are funny? Mimicking a highly dangerous and cruel mass-murderer?"

Fred shrugged. "Yeah," he replied nonchalantly.

"You have just lost yourself yet another fifty points from Gryffindor. Do not speak to me with such a careless and disrespectful manor. Off you go, now. You should not be wandering the halls at this time."

You frowned, glancing at your watch. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, Professor."

Snape narrowed his eyes at you. "Would you like to lose points for your house, L/N?"

"Eh. We're not gonna win the House Cup. Dumbledore gives a hundred points to Harry just for breathing," you said, sighing.

Fred grinned at you. "Damn right he does," he chuckled.

"The pair of you," Snape snapped. "Leave."

You, Fred, George and Lee continued practicing your performance in the Gryffindor common room. Ginny loved it and would shout for an encore. Hermione found it slightly offensive and inappropriate. Ron told her to bugger off, and Harry was honestly grateful.

"It's like they all think Sirius Black is going to pop out of a wardrobe and kill me on the spot," he moaned as he slumped through the common room and threw himself down into an armchair. "Professor McGonagall just dragged me into her office to tell me that I'm not allowed to practice Quidditch in the evenings anymore."

"What?" George said, dropping his fake-Black autograph.

"But the match is next Saturday!" Fred exclaimed. You waved your wand and his hair morphed back into its usual red mess.

"That's what I said," Harry said solemnly. "She said she's going to see if Madam Hooch can oversee the practice. This on top of Percy following me around like a deranged dog- it's just too much."

"They're just trying to keep you safe, Harry," Hermione said sternly, not looking up from her pile of Arithmancy books.

"Mum told Percy to keep an eye on you. I don't think she meant for him to actually follow you, but she did mean well," George said to Harry, sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

"We can hex him, if you'd like," Fred offered.

The weather worsened steadily as the first Gryffindor match drew nearer. Luckily, Madam Hooch had agreed to oversee the practice, and the team trained harder than ever despite the constant rain and howling winds. You'd wait anxiously in the Gryffindor common room, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace until the team appeared in the late hours of the night, soaking wet and exhausted. Angelina, Alicia and Katie waved to you sleepily before they ran up the stairs to their dorm to change and get some rest.