A/N: I'm updating what is, sadly, now relatively soon. Simply because I have a new story that's begging to be started, and I know I can't keep up 3 stories at once! Plus a lot of people are reading this, and I don't want to wait too long. It's my most popular story.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today for the hearing of Hubert Nathaniel Flint, convicted for the torturing of fellow student Lysander Scamander. There is no proof, but, by high demand of Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, we will use Veritaserum to find out the truth. Arthur Weasley, if you will please bring out the Veritaserum." Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minister, was in charge of this hearing. James had been relieved to find out it was him, as he was very fair, according to James' dad. He, Lorcan, and Lysander were all at the hearing, so they were able to skip classes today. (Well, except astronomy at midnight.)
"Here it is, Minister." Arthur gave Kingsley the potion.
"Thank you. Now, Mr. Flint, if you will drink this." Kingsley mixed a few drops with water, and gave it to him. Since he had no choice, Hubert Flint drank it.
"Now, the questioning will begin. Mr. Flint, did you use the Cruciatus Curse on Lysander Scamander?"
"Yes, I did."
"I see. Now, your punishment is a life sentence in Azkaban, you are old enough, at 17. Everyone who agrees, raise your hands." It was the moment of truth. Everyone raised their hands, except for a couple various people. Probably Flint's family. Either way, Flint was going to Azkaban.
"Dementors, take him away."
"We need a-" Lorcan stopped talking, stunned. They had just entered the kitchen, to get some food for a party. But here was Ryan Creevey, hugging a house elf.
"It's not what it looks like!" he squeaked.
"Ryan, what- oh Merlin, are you… Wittle F?" James breathed.
"Are you?" Lysander asked.
"Alright, fine, I am. Winky is my mother, and I'm a half-house-elf. My house-elf name is Farly."
"Wow. Well, uh, thanks for the cards. Bye."
Lorcan couldn't have said it any better than that.
Why did I have to do that? Now I'm locked away in Azkaban forever. I'll die soon. So young... Why, oh why, did I do that? That Gryffindor brat did nothing to me! I wish I could undo the past. I'd try to be sorted into Ravenclaw, and be a good person. Oh, why, oh why.
"Huh?" George Weasley examined the Chocolate Frog card. "No… bloody… way… I… can't… believe… it…"
"George, what's up?" Lee came into the room. He had just closed up the shop for the night.
"Fred is dead, George."
"Yes, he is."
"It's… not… that…"
"Fred is… on the card."
"What! Fred has a Chocolate Frog card!"
"It… appears that way."
b. 4-1-1978 d. 5-2-1998
Fred Weasley was one of the world's greatest pranksters, along with his partner in crime, George, also his twin brother, and their other best friend, Lee Jordan. Fred was always a fun, nice, person. He loved his family and friends with all his heart. He died a hero's death in the Final Battle. Fred died right after hearing his humorless brother, Percy, make a joke. What a way to go out.
"I… can't believe it. It's too amazing."
"It sure is, George."
"Y'know, I'm kinda bored. We need another mission." James said, after studying for their O.W.L.'s for an hour.
"Hey, I know!"
"Remember how we found all those Chocolate Frog cards?"
"Yes, of course."
"How couldn't we?" James laughed.
"Well, let's find all of them. Not just the new ones, but all of them."
"You know, that's a great idea. We'll do it." Lorcan smiled.
A/N: Yes, it's over. No, I'm not writing a sequel. : ( Oh well. I will write another story, not connected to this, though. It'll be a Sorting Hat story, so go to my profile if you want to read it. I'm going to upload the first chapter today.
Review please, let me know how much you liked this story. : )