The Weasley Twins Started It
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Harry Potter 's head shot up in alarm at the very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he hadn't talked to in three days.
"I bloody swear George!" Four seats down from where he sat, stood Ron Weasley (the very boy...them? Ron once mentioned that he didn't feel much like a boy a year ago as they shared his/their bed in the nurse's infirmary. Both completely tired and full of trauma that was Harry's father and friends' drama; clutching onto each other over close calls) struggling against his brothers. Pearly White teeth bared in hot coals of inferno rage. Freckles that Harry love to count during History of Magic disappearing under burgundy red blush. "Fred! Get off! I'll tell mum! I will, you'll see."
The green eyes teen, now known as the fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament, quickly struggled to get up on to his feet unadulterated panic ran throughout his veins to his weak heart (anything that made his best friend cry out send him into a frenzy) as if it was in a race. Gasps of shock and whispers of confusion filled the half full dinning hall. His eyes never leaving the struggling form of the youngest Weasley son even as his large heavy glasses start to side off his face.
"Come now Ronnie." George cackled pulling his little brother closer.
"We just want a bit of a chat." Fred tittered with what sounded like malice glee to onlookers' discomfort. "Truly pickle Ronnikins! You act like-"
"We're going to do something untowards! How cruel."
"How boarish."
"Hurts. Right here "
"In the heart."
"But being cruel is what he's good at, ain't he Fred?" Fred asked in mock just as he starts to pull out what looks to be one of the twins new product. Ron's electric blue eyes widened as they started to glow white in fear, his struggling becoming frantic. "Being jealous of our poor little Potter."
Ron stilled in confusion. Harry watched as pale, chapped, pink lips mouth the word 'jealous'.
"That there you be right Feorge." George agreed grabbing his captive brother's chin tightly. Glee filled his body as it always don at the thought of playing a tiny prank on their brother. "Maybe he can pent a bit by helping us with this new product?"
"Oh yes my dearest twin. What an excellent idea! Come Lil'ickle Ronnikins! Help us test out our new Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Party Sing n' Dance!"
Ron let out a shout of terror as he renew his tussle to get away from his childhood tormentors. He refuses to be their guinea pig against his will once again. Electric blue eyes, nearly white, looked around for help. Couples of students from not only his school but from the other two raced out of their seats to get him from laughing Slytherin and gossiping Ravenclaw tables. Even Harry (probably realizing that sending the twins after him like a pack of bloodhounds was a bad idea. He knows how much discomfort Ron feels around them. To send them at him over a fight that was between them alone. For something like jealousy! Jealousy!? Honestly, where did he even get that idea? Jealousy. *snort*) was staggering their way.
“Hé! Laissez-le partir!” A red wine haired teenager girl from Beauxbaton snarled as she got closer. She whipped out her reddish-gray wand and called out a spell. “Libération!”
Everyone waited with bated breath as pastel red flash of energy shot out of the girl’s wand and hit the closes arm. They watch as Fred’s arm spasm, causing the large truffle size ball to smack into the youngest male Weasley’s cheekbone. Watched as it exploded and cover all three males in a bright nova colored cloud. The red wine haired teen let out a surprised squeal as she clasps her hands to her mouth in shame.
“Ron!” Harry cried out, floundered toward them impulsively. His only thought was to get to his orange-sunset red haired boy. “Ron talk to me!”
Coughing was his only answer.
That is…before a gust of heat like an oven pulse out as fire flared out to the ceiling.
The students closes to the fire screech out, scrambling to get away. Harry himself took a few steps back, eyes blinking in discomfort. Once his eyes stop watering, he took in the sight of Ron’s hair doing its best to be a forest fire.
(“My family is blessed with fire.” Ron mumbled into his chest, sleep dancing in his voice. The slightly older boy rubbed his face into the other’s over-baggy pajama shirt. “Da’s da was said to be *yawn* from the third branch of the great Bear Queen. Fire has power over us in sum. Drag still hur’ thou.”
“Third branch?” Harry asked with a softest of tone, eyes to heavy with the sandman’s dreamer magic.
“Third child that had child of their own. ‘Tis a pure-blood thingy. Gotta be strong string to magik thou.”
“Hmm…”)
“You…” Ron snarled, hair getting brighter.
“Now Ronnie…” Fred stammered as he took a clumsy step backward, pulling George with him. “Let’s be calm, aye?”
The younger twin squeaked as he clung to the other’s arm. “I thought only Charlie and Percy could do that.”
“Not now Georgie.”
“Ah, right Freddie.”
Soon an eerie sound of music filled the air.
The room started to darkened and chill.
(It was as if they were transported to the dungeon with how stilted the air felt.)
Not a sound came from the only students and staff in the room as Ron took a calculated step towards his beloved brothers. It was as if the room became vacuumed shut. His usually sweet, joyful face was now cold and stone. Eyes no longer glowing white with fear but with hot blue hell fire.
“It seems, difficult brothers will take advantage of my good nature.” Was hissed out, sending a shudder through all. A hand, with what looked like a bruise starting to form at its wrist, slowly raised towards the cowering six years. “So let’s lock them up.”
The fire from the fourth year’s hair slithered down his neck, across his arm and out his fingers like hungry snakes. Zooming into the air as if it was a hawk diving for its prey. Fred and George screamed as the flames became solid, wrapping around them like rope.
“Throw away the key! I bet there’s one on every tree.” Lyrics coldly being song out through Ron’s lips. Allowing everyone to feel the anger, the hatred and the completely done emotion that was swirling like a whorlpool within the singer’s body.
Memorized by what was happening in front of him, Harry jumped as someone grabbed his robes. His head snapped to look behind him to see Hermione watching with horror.
“Ungrateful!” Came tearing out of Fred’s throat.
George followed after; “Hateful!”
“Vile too!” They sang together in stress.
Ron could feel his eyes roll as if he was playing a role in a story that he had no control over. He was enraged, that much was true but to embarrass his brothers like this? Well…he wasn’t the twins themselves. They were the arses and cruel ones in the family. He should know after all…fourteen years was enough to see that. “The thing they put me through. Break my spirit as they play! Making me into a silly display. Maybe you’d called wholesome play…”
Tears slowly snuck into his eyes.
“But I’ll call it cruel.” A sob threatened to escape from him; “Cruel love.”
Unwilling to breakdown and become even more of a laughing stock, Ron pulled out his own wand. With a shuddering gasp of air, he summoned the rest of the product. He knew that those….he didn’t know what to call them at the moment. Not that it matters to him right now. He was just too tired for this shite.
“I bloody hope you two know how to handle a sodding lawsuit in case some poor sod is allergic.”
Fred shaking his head to clear, he couldn’t help but question his brother. “Whatcha mean?”
Ron shot five looking truffles into the air, exclaiming; “VehemensVentus!”
The room bellow as the spell hit the products. A strong gust that could be considered as a tornado ravaged the arena. Smoke covering their eyes like a dense black fog and filled their lungs, suffocating like an uncontrollable forest fire.
“You want to play arseholes?” The cause of the chaos inquired forbidding. Blue flames glare at the trembling forms of the ones that started the path of the chaos causer. “Hahaha fine. Game on…bitches.”