Err well hello. I've been neglecting this story (sorry story) and feel bad about that. I have no computer at the moment so this was all done on my phone. It has a habit of changing a few of my words into wonky things so please disregard strange things. In this message alone it turned "strange" into "train sauce" and my phone appears to like to constantly change "twins" to "kinky" or "woodpiles." I kid you not! I'm really confused now though.
So here's the voting!
Fred and George - 4
Krum - 2
Sevvie - 2
Charlie - 1
Lucius - 1
Lucius+? - 1
Yeah! Bad story brigade makes up for sissy last chapter with awesome pairings! I have decided on a Girl first name for Harry, tell me if you like it. I'll have the twins meet ...female Harry in this chapter.
The Colorful Side of Pain
Harry groaned as he shook himself to awareness. His mind was filled with spinning thoughts he could only just remember. There were sparkles and butterflies and, what was this, some sort of muggle little girl telly program; it had to be a dream right? Unicorns and centaurs talking and being friendly to him after only a moments notice, absorbing a unicorn soul; this was farfetched even for the Wizarding world. It just didn't happen!
Unconsciously Harry had began to stretch and get himself up, the ground hadn't been very comfortable after all. His back stretched with a burn and Harry frowned. Burn? It was strange to say the least, he ached in the sort of way you ache when you work too much or grow to fast. He didn't throb like getting hit or even stumbling and falling. Harry would like to think he'd notice the difference seeing as he dealt with beatings regularly enough. He pushed it out of his mind, now wasn't the time to run around testing what had changed. Carefully he placed his feet onto the moss below him, unsteadily he pushed himself up till he was standing. Was it just him or had the woods grown a bit, Harry felt like he was back in first year with the comparative difference in size.
His long ebony bangs fell into his face and tickled his nose, and Harry huffed in annoyance before pushing them away. That in itself should have rung warning bells to Harry, he generally had short bangs from when his aunt decided to crudely cut his hair with a pair of gardening shears. Yet still, Harry was oblivious to this small detail, and about a thousand others that should have been apparent, and simply searched a little more for an exit. He found one to his left and turned to find the pitch. Harry balked at the sight, he didn't think that he had been that close to the school.
Instead of analyzing the situation more, Harry channeled his courage and set about to walking towards the school. As he walked, he worried over what Ron and Hermione would say as he got back dirty, filthy, from his little cross-dressing adventure. He then stopped, sighed, and proceeded to whack himself on the head. Cross-dressing Adventure. He was still stuck in a dress and his school robes were who knows where, deep into the forest. The forest where he did not want to go on account of there being more hallucinogenic shroom spores and Harry did not want to have dreams about talking unicorns again.
The trek to the school yard was long and plodding, which suited Harry fine considering he needed time to fabricate a story. Maybe he could still pass as a girl, and say he was a first-year? Most probably never noticed first-years, he could say that he ran out to see the groundskeeper she heard about from her parents, and got chased by Fang. It could work, now he only needed a name, a girl name. Harry thought about it, and thought, and thought. He didn't know names, especially girl names. Searching through the names of everyone he knew that wasn't at Hogwarts, Harry grimaced at most everything he came up with. He refused to be a Brittany, or a Heather, or a Jessica. Those names seemed so, catty. They didn't fit in to the Wizarding world anyway. What kind of names did his fellow students have? Harry honestly didn't know, didn't care that much. There were floral names, like Lavender or Pansy. But the only other flower name he could come up with was Petunia. He shuddered at the thought of having to answer to a name like that. Maybe something Latin? That was the sort of thing Purebloods were into, like Draco. Harry really liked the idea of elegant names, they were meaningful in a way. Unfortunately Harry's knowledge of Latin was rundown and shoddy at best.
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Fred grinned slightly form his vantage point behind a one-way see through portrait, sniggering as Professor McGonagall stamped out of her office in a rage. Any other day it would have been intimidating, but today her teaching robes, which billowed rather like Snape's when the Griffindor Head of House was mad, were replaced with a scandalous leather cat-woman outfit. Her hair was loose, exceedingly voluminous, and wavy; her skin free of wrinkles and lathered in makeup. Topped with kitty ears and a twitching tail, to be put blankly, the usually stern woman looked like an exotic call-girl. It really didn't help matters that when reverted to her younger state, Minerva was quite...aesthetically pleasing.
It really was a brilliant prank on the twins part, comprised of parts of magic they hadn't even studied yet. Brilliant yet rather simple, the only things the twins had to do were slip a well made age-regression potion into the Professor's morning tea, transfigure the outfit and cat appendages, and anchor them to a ruby on the statue outside her office. The last part was the keystone of the prank; anchoring a spell was a long since obscure art but it had the effect of making it so that the prank could not be taken off unless the spell finite incantem was used on the ruby itself. The funny part was, you couldn't tell what the anchor was by any physical means, so McGonagall would be stuck until the twins decided to remove their handiwork.
George tapped his brother on the arm to bring him out of his laughing fit, though he was trying to choke his fit of giggles down himself. When Fred looked at him with a grin on his face, George smirked back, but nodded to the corridor where Filtch was quickly approaching the irate cat-lady and pulled his brother further into the niche and into the very narrow tunnel unseen in the back, right before Filtch stopped in front of the painting the twins disappeared behind and started muttering incoherently.
The two redheads were roughhousing only a minute later on the grass outside the tunnel exit when Fred noticed something moving to the school. George followed Fred's line of sight and both were understandably confused to see what looked to be an 'ickle firstie in a dirty dress slowly trudging to the school. Neither twin really ever got involved in anything pertaining to first year drama, no upperclassmen did, but the girl looked ragged and lonely. The twins didn't stand bullying innocents, they had a habit of pranking half to death anyone they caught hazing the newbies.
George was the one who finally pulled out of the surprised stupor and made his way over to the kid, Fred ran to catch up. Together they employed a divide and conquer tactic, sneaking up behind whoever it was and cutting them off. It normally was the only way to get any first years who had been pushed around by the uppers to not run away from the dangerous duo who were regularly seen terrorizing students they didn't like. The first thing Fred noticed was the tom-boyish aura of the girl. She didn't seemed too fazed by the mud on her cheek or dress, and gave off a comfortable feel instead of the nervous and self-conscious jitters most girls had when confronted with two admittedly handsome (even if the girl was too young to be attracted) strangers popping up unannounced. George on the other hand, being the more serious of the two, noticed the slight flinch that came when the redheads made a sudden movement towards the girl. Odd..
The pair of upperclassmen walked backwards so they could face the kid with a loping grace only achieved by knowing the grounds too well while Fred, ever the conversationalist, started the interrogation of the little firstie; though, he made sure not to "twin speak" as it had a tendency to freak some people out. Not quite the impression you want to present to a skittish young mind.
"Heya kiddie, what's a little one like you doing up at this hour?" Fred made sure to keep his voice soft and friendly and his grin wide. George offered a noticable upward twitch of his lips but shoved his hands in his pockets. The young girl finally looked up and neither twin could think for a second why this kid was getting bullied. She was... adorable and innocent looking to say the least. George was the only one with enough mental processes left to wonder why the two normally observant teens had never noticed such a little lady before. Fred finally got over the fact that this previously scruffy looking person was inordinately pretty, and both twins looked at the girl expectantly.
"I was chased into the forest" Harry mumbled. Looking down cringing he hoped the two didn't recognize him.
George and Fred scowled, but nodded before introducing themselves. " Nasty luck there, but I'm Fred the pretty one" George snorted " and that lout there is George." Fred pointed nonchalantly at his brother who nodded and added "the smart one."
Harry nodded and gave her false name in what was supposed to be curt, but ended up shy. "Luxea, people call me Lux."
The twins nodded and were about to talk more when a very feline yowl sounded. The twins yelled "Better scram Lux!" before sprinting up to the castle to head the cat-professor off.
"Hey George... You think she figured out the side effect of our cat transfiguration?"
"The going into heat bit?"
"It sounds like it"
*Sigh* Hopefully my next update will be done via computer. Whatever AI is in my phone is a sick cynical bastard who likes sending cryptic freaky as hell messages.