Your Favorite

"Ya think we should tell her?" 

"Tell me what George? Am I missing out on something?" You say before you could stop yourself. Shit, now they might lie to you. "Before I tell you, promise you won't get mad. Actually promise Lala," you hear Fred chime in. Sighing, you say, "I promise I won't. But, you'll have to tell me what's going on in detail." This prompts George to continue, not before taking in a deep breath,

"Do you want the good news first or the bad news? Oi! Quit looking at me like that Lala! Fine, I'll tell you. Snape found out about our delivery business. Before you ask me how, we were getting in the latest shipment of firewhiskey and cigarettes. But, something felt off so we tried to check. Turned out someone had already put a bombarda on it which made the whole crate explode! Harry tried damage control but somehow that idiot made it worse. He casted Merlin knows what and that turned the whole dorm slippery."

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On one hand, you were furious your side hustle, albeit illegal had now been exposed but also were relieved that no one got to know about you turning the floor murky. Turns out casting the duplicating charm on an already brewing potion isn't a great idea. Even more when the brewing was being done in an abandoned room in the dorms in the middle of the night. The face you were making was probably funny because why the hell would both the twins be laughing.

"Continue."

"As George was saying, Harry had casted some weird charm and the floor turned slippery. But it's good that the tracking spell was cancelled out and somehow, it traced back to Snape. Harry's words, not mine. By Merlin's grace, no one else knows about our little secret. And boy oh boy did Harry look so excited to join. Puberty."

"Oh dear. You let who into our group? The chosen one? Oh Merlin what if he runs his mouth to his friends? You've taken a huge risk. Both of you." You can't help but hold your head in dismay. Not that you minded the guy too much, but he's too self-righteous for your own good.

"Fret not, Lala. We've made sure he won't rat us out. You don't have to worry. He doesn't know you're in too. Now time for the good news----"

There's a good news apart from the fact that your covers aren't blown up already? Oh what a simple life you have. You wait for Fred to continue before George cuts in,

"SNAPE'S NOT COMING!!!! YAYY! WE'RE FREE TODAY! OR MAYBE TOMORROW TOO! OR MAYBE FOREVER!!"

You cringe at the shouting but end up laughing anyway. It's great Snape's not coming. He might be busy with cleaning up the mess you've left behind and it's too much trouble to get your heart broken again anyway. 

You were about to say ask them where to go before they took out a necklace tied with a vial filled with a liquid. Felix Felicis, the liquid luck potion. It was that time of the month already. Begrudgingly, you took the potion from them and silently went into your room. Putting the necklace on the table, you looked through the letters and counted the number of people who required the potion. It was one hundred and five. 

"Ugh, why can't people become better? Always taking potions." You mumbled under your breath. Your business was going on nicely. All you had to do was create duplicate of the potion and send it to the clients, anonymously of course. There were only three things risky about this business. One, there was a chance someone could walk into your room, which is why, you did most of the work at the midnight before Hogsmeade night, when everyone was asleep early to enjoy the next day. Second, you had to cast many spells for the vials to double everytime so it was a gruelling process, even though it was the easiest part. And third, for some reason, the potions weren't as potent after casting the doubling charm so the effects lasted shorter. You'd mentioned it to your clients but they didn't mind it much, as long as they don't have to break a bank. Sighing, you casted the spell, "Geminio."

It was a lot. After two hours, you were almost crying due to the frustrating process and exhaustion catching up to you. Now, you just had to shrink their sizes and ship them the next evening. You made sure to hide your spare wand, the fourth risky thing to have but you were glad you couldn't be traced. Praying to the divine forces, you hid your stuff and fell asleep.

It was Hogsmeade day so you didn't bother to attend the lectures. Bet your crush hates you even more. But, you didn't have much time. You had to finish packing up before the classes ended. You had plans with your gang and a lot of potions to deliver. As soon as the bell rang, you grabbed your stuff from the dorm and dashed out. You could meet up with everyone later. Neville wanted to take you somewhere nice to eat and you were not missing out on that. Quickly, you exited the gates and went deep into a forest that happened to be on the opposite side. You had to get changed. Taking out your black cloak and a dark mask, you mounted on your broom and sped off. It didn't matter whether you looked like a dementor or not and the thought of being punished by Professor Snape was exciting but not when the other teachers, especially Miss McGonagall would be taking turns to torture you. Shuddering at the thought, you quickly saw your destination, The Three Broomsticks. There was an alley leading to the black market where only approved ones could enter. Taking in a deep breath, you entered. 

What everyone called the black market was nothing but a pawn shop, which was owned by a very old but equally vicious old man. No one knew his name but he was just a link between traders and their customers. You saw the chair was empty, which was not strange considering how many times you'd visited to be greeted by the same sight but today, something was amiss. Without going further, you turned back and ran away. Only because the ring on your neck started heating up and that meant someone else was there. You didn't know much about that magic but the man of your dreams was nearby. You were sure. You knew his magic by your core so while you were running away, you weren't surprised when you found the same man chasing you. 

'Holy fuck now I'm dead. Snape's gonna kill me and then he'd kill George and Fred too! Oh Merlin now Harry too. No one's going to be alive. Save me! JUST SAVE ME GOD!' You couldn't stop the trail of thoughts going through the brain but you know what else you can stop? The menacing madman from chasing you through these random corridors. You quickly cast a stupefy, praying that your voice wasn't heard throughout the commotion. 

"For the love of Merlin, return my possessions to me, Trevil! Running away will only make it worse. NO! NO TREVIL, YOU BETTER COME BACK YOU LITTLE WEASEL!"

'Crap! Now he knows who you are. This better work or kill me or else I'm done for.' Catching your breath, you started unscrewing the bottles of the potion you just made and levitated the stack of vials and poured the liquid out into your water bottle, not before emptying it. You patted yourself for making their size small beforehand. 

Now, only a miracle would save you and you concluded you couldn't wait until it happened. So, praying, you gulped the entire bottle and before the potion could work, the man of your nightmares found you and you could only shout in fear and pain as you felt your impending doom coming closer. Shouting a fuck you, you jumped out of the window escaping your now scandalized potions professor. If only you could go back in time, none of this would've happened. Snape would've liked you better too and maybe you could be great friends with Draco too. 

Groaning in pain due to the fall, you began escaping into another alleyway. Now, with the crazed Snape chasing you, the ring on your chest started burning even hotter. You were sure it'd leave burn marks. Screeching in pain, you leaned onto a wall to support you. You saw your professor looking around frantically. Maybe these were your last moments. The circumstances may not be on your side but you could die at peace if it meant you got to see your favorite person one last time. Feeling your vision darken, you started slipping away. The fifth risk was having your professor catch you in the act, especially now that you were defenseless. That could wait longer. If only he had loved you...