That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 5, Chapter 35- The Great Weasley Escape

I slip out of class at about four-thirty with Emma and Lee. We meet up with Walter a little further down the corridor before rushing down the stairs. Fred and George are standing there in front of a massive package.

"We've already the fifth-floor corridor outside of Umbridge's office turned into a swamp. That was our big surprise you see. Portable Swamps." George says smiling.

"You guys ready?" Fred asks us, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hell yeah," Walter says with a smile on his face.

Fred and George look at each other, whisper some last-minute things to one another then get to work. They open the big package and run through the front entrance putting Weasley's Wildfire Whizbangs in virtually every corner of the corridor. People who were in the great hall or just walking through started to gather around. While Fred is busy unpacking more fireworks out of the massive package in the middle of the mess, George is handing out dung bombs, canary creams, anti-gravity hats, self-propelling custard pies, pretty much anything that the two of them have invented to the people that have gathered.

"On our count I want you to set everything off alright?" Fred says loudly through the corridor. Everyone cheers in agreement. There's got to be about a hundred kids now, each armed with a surplus of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes products.

Fred and George run on the stairs to us. George kisses me hard before looking at his brother.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

They pull out their wands. George's got his pointed at the big package in the middle, Fred has got his pointed at the closest firework.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The entire front entrance explodes. Fireworks go off in every which way, hats go soaring, human-sized birds start walking through the crowds. The air is full of smoke and dung bomb smell. But the greatest thing? The dragon made out of fireworks that has taken residence in the middle of the foyer. Cheers, applause, laughter. Peeves soaring through the air above us singing like mad.

Umbridge.

She comes down the stairs behind us, forcing the six of us to step down to the ground floor. Her small lips puckered, her toad-like face in a permanent frown.

"So!" She says triumphantly. I can see Harry a few steps above her looking completely impressed with the whole thing, "So- you think it's amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp do you?"

Fred and George turn to look at each other, clearly impressed with their handiwork. Everyone else in the corridor is waiting for their response eagerly, myself included.

"Pretty amusing yeah," Fred says looking up at Umbridge. His eyebrow is raised slightly like he's asking for a challenge.

Argus Filch comes pushing through the crowd and runs over to Umbridge, "I've got the form Headmistress." He's waving a piece of parchment in the air above his head, "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting... oh let me do it now..." He says. He's got tears of happiness in his eyes.

"Very good Argus," Umbridge says to him with a little smile. She turns back to the boys, her lips curling as she speaks, "You two. Are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

George looks at me and winks.

"You know what? I don't think we are." Fred says back to Umbridge, his smile never leaving his face. "George." He turns to his brother, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," George says, his voice full of air and happiness.

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon," Fred asks. I glance away from the boys for a moment to look at Umbridge. She looks as if she's been punched in the gut but she's happy about it.

"Definitely," George says back to his brother.

Before Umbridge could say anything the boys raise their wands into the sky, "ACCIO BROOM!" They shout at the same time. There's a loud crash that can be heard from upstairs. Harry moves out of the way just in time. Fred and George's brooms come soaring through the air towards the twins. Fred's brooms still got a long chain and a deadbolt attached to it. Probably what Umbridge used to fasten it to the wall of her office.

"We won't be seeing you," Fred says swinging his leg over his broom, looking right at Umbridge.

"Yeah, don't bother staying in touch," George says, mounting his broom as well.

Fred looks around the corridor at all the excited faces of our peers, "If anyone fancies buying a portable swamp as demonstrated upstairs, come to ninety-three Diagon Alley. Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes" Fred says in a loud, booming voice. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," George says pointing at Umbridge.

"Stop them!" Umbridge screeches.

George grabs onto my hand and pulls me close, "I love you." He says quickly.

I put my hand on the back of his neck and kiss him as hard and as passionate as I've ever done before. As I'm kissing him he kicks off the ground. I pull back and he shoots about fifteen feet in the air alongside his brother.

The twins laugh, the crowd erupts underneath them, cheering and clapping, chanting their names. I can hear Fred over the noise of the crowd, "Give her hell for us Peeves." He says to the school's most famous poltergeist. Peeves, someone who only takes orders from the Bloody Baron, takes off his hat and bows to the boys.

I look up at George, he smiles and winks at me before he and Fred shoot off through the open front doors. Everyone chases after them for a spell, watching them soar off into the sunset.

I look around me, everyone's cheering, laughing, screaming the Weasley name. Emma, Walter, Lee, and I all look at each other. "They're legends." Lee shouts. He pulls us all into a massive hug.

I hold my friends close. I'm so fucking proud of the boys. The small, sort of sad-looking red-headed twins that I met on the train seven years ago, now Hogwarts legends. But it hurts. Exams are coming up and George isn't around to take my mind off it. Fred isn't around to crack jokes when he can see that I'm overly stressed. And it's not like I'm never going to see them again. Course I am. The last Sunday of every month for sure. Little visits between then probably. Especially with George.

I look away from the crowd and into the sunset, I swear I can still hear the two of them laughing.