5 Year One (5)

It's now Christmas. I decided to be one of the few students that stayed at Hogwarts since it would be a little hard to portkey or fly to America and back in the few days of winter break that we were given. At least I had George and Fred with me, so I knew it would be and interesting holiday no matter what.

"So, are we going to set something up for when the other students come back or are we gonna get the teachers?" I asked George and Fred eagerly.

"We don't quite know yet. Do you have any ideas?" George asked me as he turned his attention away from the papers in front of him. Whether the papers were assignments or pranks, who knows. George hasn't talked to me practically at all after what happened at the part in the common room.

"Well, I thought we could make the dungeons actually look like dungeons with cells and dirt and chains everywhere. That has gotta get them Slytherins mad," I told, having already thought a little bit about this. George and Fred were smiling at me. "Wait did I do it again?" I asked, wondering if a little bit of a southern accent had crept into my voice. "Yeah, you kinda did, but you also had a great idea," Fred told me honestly.

Sometimes I slip into a southern accent when I talk because I spent half my life visiting my grandparents on their farm in the middle of nowhere, and let me tell you do they sound southern or what. I occasionally slip into the accent unknowingly.

"I really need to try and stop doing that. Do you know how many weird looks I get when I talk normally let alone half redneck? Before you even guess I'll tell you that the answer is alot." "People are giving you weird looks?" George asked me in a protective tone. "Yeah, but it's fine. They'll get used to it, eventually." "Back to the pranks. Are we doing the dungeons?" "That's a good start but we need more," George told his twin.

We spent at least half of winter break thinking of what to do. Eventually, I stopped trying to help with the ideas and instead would wandered the castle.

"What are you doing here?" asked Draco Malfoy. The annoying blonde prick that messed with my hair that one time. "I'm walking. It's something you do when you want to move forward to find a destination." All I was doing was walking down a corridor and he just had to show up.

"This is my corridor and no one goes in it without asking me first." Self centered rich daddy's boy.

"This is not your corridor and I don't have to ask you to do anything. Now get out of my way." He didn't move even as I tried to move past him. "You can get out of my way. I don't have to listen to you," he replied, arms crossed and looking stubborn as ever. "And I don't have to listen to you. With an attitude like that you're gonna get whacked across the head. And I would gladly be the person to do it," I promised him, just about ready to lose my patients.

"Is that a threat?" he asked. "It's not a threat, it's a promise, and I'm about to uphold that promise if you don't leave me alone." As soon as those words left my mouth, George walked into the corridor. "n/n, what are you doing talking to this loser?" he asked me, trying to save me from the blonde headed royal pain. "I'm not a loser. My father will hear about this. Next time your boyfriend won't be able to save you Mudblood," the blonde boy seethed before turning on his heel to storm off in a different direction.

"n/n, if you don't mind, can you turn around so you don't see me beat Malfoy into a pulp?" "George just leave him alone. Karma will come and it will get him good. I promise you." "He called me your boyfriend, called you a Mudblood, and wouldn't let you walk through a bloody corridor," George said defensively. "George, I don't care what he called me and what he did. You might be upset because he called you my boyfriend when we are just friends, but that doesn't mean you should go off on him."

For some reason, what I said took him by surprise. "Just let him be and he'll let us be. Besides, we are thinking about turning his dormitory into a dungeon." He laughed at that, but still looked worried about what the little blonde snake would do. "Come on, let's go eat," I sighed, taking George by the sleeve of his robe as I walked us in the direction of the Great Hall.

Throughout the rest of the year, Draco still annoyed me, but I usually had George or Fred around, not that I needed them. I can fight my own battles, but it was nice though to know that they will always be there for me.

By now everyone knows about what happened with Professor Quirrell, Harry, and the stone. They were all anyone talked about the rest of the short school year, and all anyone would talk about on the Hogwarts Express. Sadly, it was time to leave Hogwarts and go back home to await the next year.

George, Fred, and I all sat together on the train talking about stuff that the others didn't know happened (such as the amount of pranks pulled that year with the help of Peeves, the mischievous ghost that the boys befriended their first year at Hogwarts). It was fun, but time flew by and before we knew it we were at the station where our families were waiting. I had to go back to America, then make the journey back to England near the end of the summer. I'm gonna miss Hogwarts in those few months, but not as much as I was going to miss the new friends I made.