The Twin Who Loved (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 22 - Prisoner of Azkaban

        The next morning, after our struggle with Harry's Monster Books of Monsters, Harry and I opened the door to go downstairs for something to eat when we heard one of the maids say with an unimpressed tone,

"I'll come back later."

I felt sorry for the woman until a rat suddenly ran down the hall, trying to escape from an orangy-coloured cat. Harry and I furrowed our brows, glancing at one another before following the two animals down the hall. When we came to the stairs, I heard Ron's voice filled with anger,

"I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cosy."

Looking over the bannister, my brother and I spotted the redhead along with Eric and Hermione, who argued for her cat,

"It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature."

"A cat? Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair."

"That's rich... coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy."

Ron, then Eric, suddenly looked up and noticed us,

"Harry."

"Ella."

Hermione turned around and smiled up at my brother and me,

"Harry. Ella."

"Hi, guys," I smiled.

After we greeted everyone, Ron showed us the newspaper with a moving picture of him and the Weasley family in Egypt.

"Egypt," Harry gaped before I asked,

"What's it like?"

"Brilliant," Ron smiled, "Loads of old stuff... like mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself."

"You know the Egyptians used to worship cats?" Hermione noted with a slight sneer as she sat across from us beside Eric.

"Yeah, along with the dung beetle."

Fred and George suddenly walked over and snatched the paper from the table as George asked,

"Not flashing that clipping again, are you, Ron?"

Ron whined in defence,

"I haven't shown anyone."

"No, not a soul," Fred mocked, "Not unless you count Tom."

"The day maid."

"The night maid."

"The Cook."

"The bloke who fixed the toilet."

"And that wizard from Belgium."

"Harry. Ella," Mrs Weasley greeted us with a kiss on the cheek each.

Harry smiled,

"Mrs Weasley."

"Good to see you, dears."

"Good to see you," I told the woman.

"You got everything you need?"

Harry and I simultaneously nodded,

"Yes."

"Yes? All of your books?"

"Yeah," my twin assured before I added,