Author's Note: Hey guys! So as said in the story summary, this is an entry for the 'Things I'm Not Allowed to Do at Hogwarts' Challenge, created by JRose16. It is also my first real attempt at humor so please bear with me. Thank you so much for checking it out though. I hope you enjoy it. And please leave a review at the end.
“Fred! George! I need your help!”
“Is something wrong, Melina?” George asked as both twins quickly turned around to face the girl.
“Yeah, what’s the rush, ‘Lina?” Fred added.
“I need you to hand these flyers out immediately!” Melina ordered, not taking any time to answer their questions as she shoved a pile of glossy bulletins into each of their arms. “Pass them out in the halls, in class, at lunch; anywhere you can! Get Lee to help you, too,” she added before hurrying down the hallway.
“‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day, April 30th,” George read out loud as he stared at the flyers in his hands.
“If interested please come to our information session in the empty classroom on the fifth floor, we will discuss all the details there on how to retrieve a muggle,” Fred continued.
“I didn’t know we had one of those,” George commented, thoughtfully.
“Neither did I,” Fred added. “But we better do as she says.” Looking around, he quickly spotted Lee Jordan and waved him over, “Oi, Lee! Come help us with this!”
“Is no one else coming?” Melina asked as she paced at the front of the empty classroom.
“We handed out all the flyers,” George offered with a shrug.
“Where’s Lee?” Melina questioned.
“Detention,” Fred supplied.
“For what?” she asked, stopping in place.
“For using Love Potion Number Nine to make Harry fall in love with Pansy Parkinson,” George replied.
“Again?” Melina exclaimed.
They both nodded.
She stood there silently shaking her head for a brief moment before finally looking up. “Alright,” she spoke. “I guess we should get this info session started then.”
The twins waited in anticipation to hear their friend’s master plan.
“First off, it should be noted that ‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day is a timeless Hogwarts tradition that started up way back when the founders were still here. Someone thought it’d be funny to go out and grab a muggle and bring them back here for the amusement of their fellow students, or something like that. Not to mention, this is a tradition that only comes around every fifty years, so we have to do it.”
“But how are we going to do it?” George asked.
She started to pace back and forth again. “On the night before the 30th, after hours, we must use the secret passageway to sneak into Hogsmeade. From there, we will apparate to muggle London, where we will hunt down muggles—we must each catch one—and once that is done, we will apparate them back to Hogsmeade, where we will return to Hogwarts.” She stopped walking and turned to see if either of them had any questions.
“Then what do we do?” Fred questioned.
She shrugged, unsure. “I don’t know. We’ll hide them in our dorms for the night and take them to our classes the next morning. Show them around the castle. Scare them with our magic. What have you.”
“Are you sure this is a real tradition?” George asked, looking suspicious. “It seems kind of farfetched to me.”
“Of course, it’s a real tradition,” Melina answered indignantly. “Would I ever lie to you?”
The twins crossed their arms in unison and shared a look of skepticism.
“Come on, guys!” Melina exclaimed. “Are you in, or not?”
They shared another glance, and then Fred finally nodded, uncrossing his arms as he stood up from his position of leaning against one of the desks. “We’re in.”
When the night before the 30th finally came around, Melina and the twins quietly snuck out of the castle, through the passageway, and into the basement of Honeydukes. From there, they were able to apparate to muggle London, where they were surprised to find many muggles gallivanting about the streets.
“They’re everywhere,” Fred commented with amazement.
“I thought you said this was going to be difficult,” George added warily.
“It’s not even necessary to hunt them,” Fred stated. “All we have to do is walk up to one of them, pull them aside, and apparate back to Hogsmeade.”
Melina looked around, feigning indifference, “Yes, well, I knew that, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun in the process.”
“What do you mean?” George asked.
Melina smirked at the twins and then walked up to a young male who could have only been a few years older than them. She snuck up behind him and, once she was close enough, she pounced.
“Gotcha!” she exclaimed and instantly apparated away, leaving the twins in absolute shock and the surrounding muggles blinking at the place where their comrade had just stood in confusion.
“Aren’t we not supposed to use magic in front of muggles?” George whispered to Fred.
“Yeah, but that’s what the Obliviators are for,” Fred said. “I’m sure they’ve already been notified about ‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day, and are already prepared to deal with it.”
“Did Melina tell you that?” George asked skeptically.
“No, she didn’t even mention it,’ Fred replied.
Fred and George looked at each other questionably and then shrugged in unison before grabbing their own muggles and apparating back.
Once the twins were back at Hogsmeade with their captives in tow, they quickly spotted Melina, dragging her own muggle up toward the castle.
“Come on, guys!” she called as she looked back at them.
Once they had caught up with her, George asked, “Are you sure we’re allowed to do this? Something feels wrong.”
“Yeah,” Fred agreed. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like this was a bad idea.”
Both twins were keeping a tight hold on their respective muggles’ arms, not wanting to let them get away.
George had grabbed an older male, dressed up in his finest muggle clothes. Fred had gotten hold of a young woman in jeans, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and an orange scarf.
“It’s not an idea,” Melina chastised. “‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day is a real tradition.”
“What’s a muggle?” George’s hostage asked as he was dragged along, looking at them in confusion.
“You’re a muggle, mate,” Fred answered. “You know, you’re non-magic folk.”
“Magic?” Fred’s captive questioned in a shrill voice.
“Yeah, magic,” Fred replied.
“We’re wizards,” George stated as if it were obvious. “We swish and flick our wands, say a few words we don’t understand, and magic happens.”
“Is that supposed to be some sort of dirty metaphor?” the female muggle asked, suddenly looking terrified.
“What kind of magic?” George’s muggle asked, ignoring the girl.
“All kinds,” Fred said.
“You freaks are crazy,” Melina’s hostage finally spoke up. “You’re all crazy! Let me go!”
He struggled against her, causing Melina to stop. “What your name, mate?” she asked him.
“Michael,” he replied, glaring at her. “And I am not your mate.”
“Well, Michael, you should know better than to call us freaks,” Melina spoke threateningly as she pulled out her wand. “After all, we’re the ones with the magic.”
The muggle called Michael shrunk in fear at the sight of her ten-inch, cherry wood stick.
“Yeah, that’s right, buddy boy. Be afraid. Be very afraid,” she stated in an attempt to scare him even more. “Besides,” Melina continued calmly. “You should be honored to be included in this beloved tradition. It only comes around every fifty years, you know.”
And with that, she pulled hard on his arm and began dragging him up the hill to the castle once more.
A while later, the female muggle finally mustered up the courage to ask, “Where are you taking us?”
“Back to Hogwarts, of course,” Melina yelled back in reply.
“Hog—what?” George’s muggle asked, confused.
“Hogwarts,” Fred replied, speaking loudly and slowly, as if he were speaking to an idiot. “You see that big and lovely castle way up there? That’s Hogwarts.”
“It’s where we wizards go to school and learn magic,” George added.
“There’s no castle up there, mate,” George’s muggle spoke cautiously.
“Yes, there is!” Fred shouted. “It’s right there!”
“I don’t see anything either,” the female muggle spoke up. “It’s just a hill. There’s nothing there.”
“Is too!” Fred exclaimed.
“What is the problem back there?” Melina called back to them, having looked back and seen that the twins and their muggles had stopped in their walking.
Fred and George quickly dragged their muggles along so that they could catch up with her.
“The muggles say they can’t see the castle!” George exclaimed when they finally reached her.
“Would you stop calling us that already?” Melina’s hostage exclaimed out of frustration, but he was ignored.
“What do you mean they can’t see the castle?” she asked, flabbergasted.
“Well, there are a lot of charms on the castle for protection,” Fred offered. “I’m pretty sure one of those charms keeps muggles from being able to see the castle, so that they aren’t wondering around the halls like lost fools.”
“Melina, how is it that there’s a ‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day when muggles can’t even see the castle?!” George asked angrily. “How are we supposed to take them inside when they don’t even know where they’re going?”
“And aren’t we not supposed to use magic in front of them? Like apparation?” Fred questioned, scratching his head in confusion before realization suddenly sunk in. “The ministry is going to have our heads for this! And Merlin only knows what McGonagall will do!”
“I didn’t think of that…” Melina trailed off, feeling unsure.
“What do you mean you didn’t think of that?” Fred argued, suddenly furious.
“Aren’t you the one who planned this whole adventure?” George asked accusingly.
“I bet there isn’t even such a thing as ‘Bring a Muggle to School’ Day,” Fred continued. “You probably just made it all up.”
“Say it’s not so, Melina,” George begged. “Please say it’s not so!”
“What is going on out here?” A voice suddenly cut through George’s cries. All three of them looked up to find the last person any of them wanted to see at that moment. “What is all the racket? Mr. Weasley? Miss Sharp? Mr. Weasley? Would one of you care to explain what is going on here?”
The three watched mutely as she stood there, staring at them expectantly with her hands on her hips as she slowly took in the situation. “Who are these people you’re all holding onto so tightly?” she asked as the color began to drain from her face. It was as if she already knew the answer, and was dreading it. “They clearly aren’t students…”
Then her face became completely blanched.
“Miss Sharp,” she spoke up, looking bug-eyed and terrified. “Are these muggles?”
“Why do all of you crazy people keep insisting on calling us muggles?” Melina’s captive, Michael, finally spoke up, clearly annoyed at being called something he didn’t know the meaning of. Unknowingly though, he had answered McGonagall’s question for all of them.
“Oh boy,” Melina quietly said to herself.
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