Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 6: Dream State

George and I had spent what felt like forever trying to get all of the ingredients for our newest ritual session. Although, there wouldn't be as many candles, and we wouldn't be in some stuffy old room that no one else had been in within the last twenty years. This time, we were going to sneak me into his dorm, and he would stay up and watch over me while I attempted to find more answers about the vision I had had. If mugwort or wormwood truly helped with lucid dreaming, then, I should be able to see what I want to see if the visions find me tonight.

But, for now, I just needed to get my hands on the final and most important ingredient: the mugwort itself. I'd been putting this part off because I knew professor Sprout wouldn't just have any on hand, and I assumed that asking Trelawney for it would tip her off to what I was trying to do. I didn't need her telling me I wasn't ready to take control of my own visions because my third eye wasn't all the way open or something like that.

However, that only left one person to ask for it, and I really did not want to ask him. While I enjoyed potions class and seemed to excel at it most of the time (when not paired up with a Weasley), it did not mean that Snape and I were the most fond of each other. I didn't think that Snape was particularly fond of anyone to tell you the truth. So, going up to him and just asking for a simple sachet of an herb still felt like an ever-looming task. What were we to do if he said no? He was our last hope.... unless.

"George," I said, leaning across the table in the great hall where we were sat, "Didn't you tell me that there was a secret passage to Hogsmeade somewhere at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, what do we need to go there for?" He asked, looking up from the book on psychic visions that we had been studying together.

"Do you remember that tea shop we went to, that sold like plants and stuff and wasn't really a tea shop?"

"Yeah, with that like creepy lady in it?" He shivered, "Why would you want to go back there?"

"I bet you that they have mugwort, she's into divination and stuff. I'm also sure that they would have at least a small store of it somewhere. Plus, it beats having to ask Professor Snape for some."

George thought for a moment, "Then, I guess we know where we're going."

He got up from the table, and I followed suit, shoving the book on visions into my bag and following him out into the hallway. The weekend was still a few days away, and with all the preparations for the Yule Ball, we weren't sure if it would even hold a trip to Hogsmeade at all. So, we rushed through corridors and dipped into shadowy corners until we came to the third floor. Hand in hand we approached a statue of the one eye witch.

"Dissendium," George whispered, and right before my eyes, the statue opened up ever so slightly.

"Are you sure we're going to fit through there?" I asked, eyeing the very slim opening, "We're a lot bigger than we were back when you and Fred were probably using this."

"It'll be a tight squeeze, but I think we can manage," He shrugged, "It's really our only choice at this point."

"You first," I said, not wanting to go first and get stuck. George would most likely laugh for at least ten minutes before he went to get help, which would only get us in trouble for trying to sneak out in the first place.

We glanced around, making sure that no one was around to witness our daring escape to Hogsmeade, and he began his attempt to enter the passageway. He had to turn to the side and slide his body through piece by piece. First his arm, then a leg, then his waist, which did seem to be the most difficult part. And then, dipping down as to not hit his head, he disappeared from sight.

That left me standing there, staring at the almost impossibly small gap that I was supposed to fit myself through. My first few years at Hogwarts I would have probably fit through there with space to spare. However, since my growth spurt not too long ago, the size of the opening was very daunting. I knew I could attempt to do it in the same way as George, but then he didn't exactly have the extra width around his chest and hips that I did when turned to the side.