You are viewing a story from harrypotterfanfiction.com


R.E.C. by pearluna

Format: Short story
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 8,092
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings:

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Fred/George, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Other Pairing

First Published: 09/22/2005
Last Chapter: 07/25/2006
Last Updated: 07/25/2006

Summary:
Image 
hosted by Photobucket.com
(Banner By the Drunk Elves!) Random notes, random phrases, random pranking, and random study sessions. That is the life of Rachel, Anne, and Bianca: Two miracles and their friend. I'm Rachel Elizabeth Croft, and welcome to my life...


Chapter 1: Me!
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
DEDITACTED TO THE REAL R.E.C.

A/N: hello everyone. Welcome to my fan fiction. This takes place AFTER Harry’s time at Hogwarts. About 10 years or so after. Just a head’s up on that fact.
Disclaimer: well, I’m not JKRowling. So leave me alone!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 1: Me!

Hello. My name is Rachel Elizabeth Croft. But that really doesn’t matter right now. Before I jump into the story of my life, I should tell you a bit about myself. Here are some things you should know:
1. I’m seventeen.
2. I’m an only child.
3. My best friend’s name is Anne Greene.
4. I go to a boarding school.
5. I’m a witch.

Yes, that’s right. Not those fake-witches who “practice” witchcraft; a real, honest-to-goodness witch. My school’s name, as you probably already know, is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, that Hogwarts. The one where “The boy who lived” lived and went to school. Well, Harry Potter is better known as “he who defeated you know who”.... You know who being Voldemort.

Another thing you should know is that I’m a muggle born. Or, if you prefer, mudblood. I should warn you that if you call me that, or call Anne that, I will use a bit of my incredible wandless magic skills to give you a bat-bogey hex or a toe-nail growing jinx. I can manage both quite well now, as well as quite easily....

Anyhoo.

When I learned I was a witch, it is needless to say i was surprised and excited. I was a bit nervous, but who wouldn’t be?

Back to the story. I arrived at Hogwarts. What else is there to say? I was amazed. That castle...... it’s hard to describe. It’s just so amazing.

Now, I may not be the TOP student in my classes, but I do well enough; I get good grades, I do all my homework.... And alright, I’ll admit: I have a bit of a jokester side as well. Not that you could ever use it against me! Whoops, getting ahead of myself again. Let’s get back to the story....
The girl I had sat with on the train, Anne Greene, was also muggle born. She and I were friends almost immediately. It’s hard not to like someone who is so much like Anne of Green Gables.... The long, wavy, red BEAUTIFUL hair, GORGEOUS forest-green eyes, a few freckles, fair skin.... in other words, she is about the prettiest witch I have ever seen. Myself? I’m quite plain compared to Anne.... Jet—I mean JET—black hair, navy blue eyes.... yes navy. As in VERY VERY dark blue. Enough about me, onto my story.
Anne and I had already had a run-in with some person on the train called Malfoy. He called us mud-bloods. We, of course, being muggle borns, had no idea what he was talking about. I found out that it meant “dirty blood” and was a foul name used for muggle borns by people who think they are better than us, all because they have pure wizarding families. Of course, by that time, Malfoy had left and I couldn’t hex him into oblivion. Not that I could have done that anyways, but that isn’t the point.
Anne and I were very nervous about the sorting; we knew we wouldn’t be in Slytherin, being muggle borns and all, but what house WOULD we be in? I was to nervous to even listen to the song the hat was singing. Before I could think....
“Croft, Rachel Elizabeth!”
I nervously walked forwards and sat down on the stool. Prof. Hermione Weasley placed the hat on my head.
“Hmmmmm....” A deep voice made me jump before I realized it was the hat speaking to me.
“hello,” I thought.
“Hello, Rachel Elizabeth.”
“Which house will you put me in?”
“I’m not sure yet... you are almost as difficult as Harry Potter was... Or maybe more... You have a good brain, that’s obvious... and a bit of a prankster side as well...”
I grinned at that.
“You are brave.... oh, and loyal! So loyal to your friends!”
...I waited.
“But no, Hufflepuff would not work for you, it would not help you... Nor would Ravenclaw, they would scorn you for your jokes... I guess it is once again between the two major houses... Gryffindor or Slytherin? So different, yet the same... They prize the same things, with different reasons.... I think the question is not now where you could be, but where you would be the most helpful.... ahh..... yes.... I know where to put you.... Better be in..........................”

~End chapter~
A/N: cliffie! fun..... and my first chapter, too! PLEASE REVIEW

Chapter 2: A Big Change
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
DEDICATED TO THE REAL R.E.C. (you know who you are.... now, don’t kill me....)
A/N: hi! Welcome to chapter 2..... don’t kill me, please! Besides, I was nice! I took 5 reviews, but only 4 reviewers! But, hey! It’s my story... I wanted to update! I have up through chapter 7 written so far.....

Disclaimer: Here we go again. Do you really think I’d be stuck here in a little apartment writing fan fiction if I was JKR? No! so there you have it, I’m not JKR, and I only own the characters you don’t recognize.... oh, and the plot is mine too! Oh, and Rachel Elizabeth Croft is actually the name of my best friend....

Chapter 2: A Big Change

“..............SLYTHERIN!”

I must admit, I was surprised. No, I was VERY surprised, but.... the Sorting Hat knows best... besides, in Slytherin I could have my practical jokes....It’s not like I had an invisibility cloak or Marauder’s Map to help me… And I calmed down a bit when Anne sat next to me as the newest Slytherin.

She grinned. “You should have SEEN Malfoy’s face!” she crowed.

I laughed. “Yes, muggleborns in Slytherin, what a change from what I’VE heard....” I said slyly.

“Malfoy, Leonard!”

The Hat barely brushed his head before shouting, “Slytherin!”

Anne and I looked at each other and started shaking in silent laughter. Leonard?!?!?!?!

Did I mention the fact—very IMPORTANT fact—that I’m in Slytherin? Whoops. And a muggleborn at that.... ah well! I’m living proof that not all Slytherins are bad. OR related to Death Eaters. Now, back to my first year....

The next morning, we had our first class.

“Good Morning, class. I am your Defense against the Dark Arts professor, Harry Potter.”

While the rest of the class was occupied staring at the “boy-who-lived,” or “the-boy-who-lived-and-defeated-you-know-who-and-is-our-teacher-now,” Anne and I politely responded, “Good morning, Professor Potter.”

And yes, we most certainly DID know who he was, thanks!

“Good morning, Anne and Rachel. I hear you are the first muggleborns in Slytherin... how does it feel?” He smiled.

We shrugged. “We don’t really care,” said I.

“Good... well, would you two please stay after class for a few minutes? Thank you.”

~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!after DADA!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
“Ok, you two... First off, you are not in trouble! I just want to offer you some tips... I take it Mr. Malfoy has insulted your families... yes? Ok then. I want to teach you two a very good charm... without wands.... I wouldn’t normally attempt this, but I happen to know that the two of you have very large powers, and when put together... anyways. It’s called the bat-bogey hex. I suggest you learn if from our Astronomy teacher... Give this her....good, now, I know you have that next, here’s a short cut to make up for lost time...”

As we entered the Astronomy classroom, we realized we were the first to there.

“Professor? Um... Professor Potter told us to give you this...” stated Anne.

The witch smiled as she read the note. “Meet me after dinner on the seventh floor corridor. I’ll have my friend with me—we’ll give you permission. Oh, I’m Ginny Potter. I see you met my husband...” she gestured to the note, and began to sweep her long red hair into a messy ponytail.


After Astronomy, we had History of Magic. The professor was Blaise Zabini, who was also our Head of House. He was NOT someone that I’d choose as a teacher... from what I had heard, he was worse than the previous teacher, Prof. Binns, and he was a ghost!

Thankfully, we had lunch after History of Magic. Then we headed down to the greenhouses for Herbology, where the professor was a Neville Longbottom. In Transfiguration, Hermione Weasley was professor. After transfiguration, we had Charms. Professor Susan Bones was really nice, and gave us a little extra help with what trouble—little though it was—we had. Ahhhh.... but Potions. Oh, for potions. Ronald Weasley taught that—it was clear he had formerly disliked it—and boy was he good. Hilarious, smart, witty... he was a wonderful teacher. He made what used to be known as the worst subject (I found that out in a revised Hogwarts, A History) the best subject—well, one of the best! But, I think that the headmaster—well, mistress—was the best. Professor Luna Longbottom had a wonderful quirk about her. And now, after that pleasant interlude on my views of school, back to the REAL story.

That night after dinner, Anne and I found Prof. Potter (Ginny, that is) waiting on us in the seventh floor corridor along with her friend, Prof. Weasley (Hermione). Little did we know that these weekly (sometimes more than weekly) after dinner study sessions would end up helping us.... a lot.....


~End Chapter~
A/N: please review, ok? Please? It will make me happy! = )



Chapter 3: Malfoy, Mudbloods, and some unexpected Magic
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
Dedicated to the real R.E.C. (again, u kno who u r!)
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS. I am updating.... obviously. Would you please review if you read? It makes me happy.... I don’t care if you “flame” at me.....

Disclaimer: No, I am not J. K. Rowling. If I was I wouldn’t bother writing fanfics.

Chapter 3: Malfoy, Mudblood, and (unexpected) Magic

I know I’ve kind of sort of skipped along my life, but bear with me. I’ll just tell you some more about my first year and then we will move along. For instance, I want to tell you about those study sessions and how Anne and I used them.

Anyhoo. Let me tell you about my—well, mine and Anne’s—study sessions.

Prof. Ginny and Prof. Hermione (as we were told to call them outside of class) were the best. They knew we weren’t like other Slytherins. They knew we were muggleborns. They didn’t know why we were in Slytherin in the first place.

I won’t tell you exactly what we did in those study sessions, it would take to long. Nevermind, I’ll tell you about a few of them, but to tell all about them would take a year or so.

They began by telling us a bit about themselves. After they had done that, we in turn told them a bit about ourselves and (on their request) our previous encounters with Malfoy. Once we knew each other reasonably well, Prof. Ginny and Hermione gave us a brief summary of what we would be doing (aka PRANKING: how to prank Malfoy without getting caught).

They started to teach us wandless magic. Turns out, not many people can use it, except by accident. About two out of fifty-one wizards and witches can do wandless magic when they want to. Anne and I were the two out of fifty-one. All the better for us, all the worse for Malfoy!

“Now, don’t forget, use wandless magic,” urged Prof. Ginny, “It’s hardest to trace.”

At the end of the lesson, Prof. Hermione smiled and said, “If you are especially good, I’ll teach you how to wandless-ly transfigure him into a ferret.” She and Prof. Ginny burst out laughing.

Well, we were good. Not good enough (yet, anyways) to transfigure Malfoy into a ferret, but we could manage some things. After about four lessons (Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—they gave us extras for the first two weeks. Otherwise it was just once a week), we had our first opportunity. Oh, what an opportunity! We couldn’t resist! After you know about it, you’ll agree!

Well, as I said, it was four lessons (or about a week) later. Anne and I were discussing our potions homework.

“I like Professor Weasley, but thirty inches is a lot of parchment,” sighed Anne.

I rolled my eyes, “TELL me about it. We’re lucky to have Zabini next.”

“Hello, mudbloods,” A voice sounding like a slimy dungeon wall interrupted our conversation.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” I sighed, irritated.

“What? For you to move, so I can walk by without touching your mudblood gunk.”

Anne scowled. I cast a wary eye at her. I may have only known her for two or three weeks, but it was enough to know that she had a short fuse, and when it burned out, she exploded. The look in her eye said she was near blowing up.

“Um, Malfoy? Not that I would do this, but I don’t want to deal with a mess. A bit of advice: leave before Anne blows,” I said nervously, gesturing at Anne, who was fuming.

Malfoy laughed, an annoying, slimy-wall like laugh. That was the biggest—well, second biggest—mistake. The BIGGEST mistake was what he did next. Or rather, what he said next.

“Why should I be scared of mudblood gunk?”

Bad. Bad, bad, bad. I was now getting angry. That was bad. Oh, goodness, that was bad. I shot a glance at Anne, knowing that my eyes would give away my anger. Anne grinned at me and we nodded our heads decisively. I whispered something to Anne, who nodded and grabbed my hand. See, we weren’t wuite powerful enough to do what I had suggested by ourselves, but hopefully together.

“You’re gonna pay, Malfoy,” I muttered savagely. “One.... Two....three.... now!”

We squeezed eachothers hands and concentrated...

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A very loud and obnoxious scream filled the corridor. We turned around to face Malfoy. We were a bit late. He was busy running with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, in the other direction, which was the way of the Hospital Wing. Lots of black things were above his head.

Anne and I high-fived.

“Yes!” we said, pretty quietly.

“Yes, Ms. Croft and Ms Greene, I believe you have History of Magic? Well, I suggest you run off before someone discovers the magic you used against Mr. Malfoy... Madame Abbot, the nurse, will take care of a simple bat-bogey hex in a jiffy. Of course, I doubt Mr. Malfoy can say you attacked him, if you’re only first years. Plus, you didn’t use wands, so it must have been somebody else. Now off you go, in case Zabini decides to take role call!”

I swear I saw Professor Hermione wink at us before heading back to her class room.

A/N: review people! Please! Thanks :)

Chapter 4: Mischief Managed
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. EXCEPT Rachel, Anne, and the plot!
DEDICATED TO THE REAL R.E.C.!
A/N: Please review!

Chapter 4: Mischief Managed

Bear with me as I skip forwards, past a handful of detentions, some study halls, O.W.L.s... and nasty names, to what is my seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Whoops. I have a few more events to tell you about in first year... Today’s stop: a very significant day in our (as in, me and Anne) history: just after Halloween, at a study session.

Prof. Ginny and Hermione seemed unuually excited. After our usual study time on wandless magic and random jinxes and hexes, Prof. Ginny told us to sit down. So we did.

“Now,” Prof. Ginny said, bearing a mock-solemn voice, “we know that, as teachers, we shouldn’t pick favorites. Or help individuals. Hermione and I have bent those unspoken rules. And, in an effort of extra self-protection,” she winked at us, “Hermione and I have some things for you.

They handed us two shimmery, silvery cloaks and a piece of what appeared to be a very old, yellowed, crinkly piece of parchment.

Anne and I looked at them, confused. They smiled. Prof. Hermione took the cloaks back. Prof. Ginny came over, stabbed the parchment with her wand and said, “I solemnly swear I that I am up to no good.”

I heard Anne gasped. I didn’t see her, I was to busy staring. Words were appearing on the page, right before our eyes. You’d think I would have been use to that sort of stuff, but I guess it takes a while to get used to magic.

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs...
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present
Are proud to present the Marauder’s Map.

A map of Hogwarts. A BIG, fully-covers-everything-map of Hogwarts. It had little dots clearly labeled all over it. And the dots were moving!

“It shows everyone,” began Prof. Ginny.

“At every moment,” continued Prof. Hermione.

“Of every day,” the finished in unison.

“The dots are people,” Professor Ginny continued, answering my unspoken question.
“Mischief Managed,” mentioned Prof. Ginny while tapping the map. It immediately, well, wiped itself of all evidence that it was a map. It looked like an old piece of parchment. Professor Hermione then handed one silvery cloak to me, and one silvery cloak to Anne.

“THESE,” she said, gesturing to the cloaks we were holding, “are invisibility cloaks.”

I was speechless. Anne was not quite: “Wha... how.... why?”

The professors grinned. “For protection from Malfoy, of course,” they chorused.

I distinctly saw them wink at us. “Oh,” I said shortly. I was still shocked. I wonder how much these things COST!

“And, of course, a bit of pranking as well,” added Professor Ginny.

“Specifically a Leonard Malfoy and all of his conies, but you didn’t hear it from us,” Prof. Hermione said slyly.

I estimate we thanked them for about five minutes straight. Finally, Anne asked, “Professors, who are Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?”

They grinned again.

“That’s a very long story. You should get comfortable, you’ll be here a while,” said Professor Hermione, before beginning...




A/N: as always, PLEASE REVIEW! thank you :)br />




Chapter 5: An Interesting History Lesson
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
Disclaimer: I own, well, not much. Rachel and Anne. Actually, even the names came from my two friends...
A/N: Please review! No matter how corny it sounds, it does make my day!

Chapter 5: An Interesting History Lesson

Professor Ginny cleared her throat. “Now. Both of you know the story of Harry Potter, right? I thought so. Now, do either of you know the story of James Potter?”

“Besides that he died to protect his wife and son? No,” said Anne.

“Well, that’s at the end of the story. We will start at the beginning.”

“Yes, Hermione, we will,” Ginny responded to Hermione.

“Get comfy, girls,” began Professor Hermione. “James Potter was a full blood wizard from the respectable Potter family. He loved Transfiguration, Quidditch, and Lily Evans. Oh, and he loved to prank people. When he started at Hogwarts, he and his dorm mates became fast friends. There were four first year Gryffindors in that dorm: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Peter sort of just tagged along: the other three boys were best friends. The four were inseparable. Let me mention the fact that every Black or relation, well, any witch or wizard that wasn’t a ‘blood traitor’ to the Black family was in Slytherin. And all were bad. Not like you two. Sirius was the only Black not to be in Slytherin. Let’s just say he was now labeled as a blood traitor and hated by his family. Not that he minded.”

“Yes,” Prof. Ginny continued, “well. In their second year, they discovered—rather, James and Sirius discovered—why Remus had to visit his mother every month. She had already died, actually. She had died two years before they had started at Hogwarts. He just used that as in excuse. The real reason he had to do this was”

“...because he was—is—a werewolf. He hadn’t told them because he was sure they would desert him if they knew what he was every full moon,” Professor Hermione picked up when Ginny drew in a breath.

“But they were wrong. Instead of deserting him, they became unregistered animagi. Do you know what animagi are yet?” asked Prof. Ginny.

I nodded. “Animagi are people who transform into animals by choice. The animal they transform into reflects their personality.”

“Good,” nodded Professor Ginny. “These particular three—Peter needed a lot of help—became unregistered animagi. They accomplished this in their fifth year.”

“Now,” Professor Hermione said, “those four became the ‘Marauders.’ They were the pranksters of the school. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of Fred and George Weasley?”

Anne nodded excitedly, “Only the owners of the best shop in Diagon Alley!”

“Yes those two. They also happen to be Ginny’s older brothers. Two of her six brothers, actually,” affirmed Prof. Hermione.

“Well. In case you haven’t guessed, it was James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter who made that map. They called themselves Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs because of their animal forms. Remus was Moony, Peter was Wormtail, Sirius was Padfoot, and James was Prongs. Remus was a werewolf, Peter was a rat, Sirius was a dog, and James was a stag.”

Anne and I nodded in awe. They must have been quite interesting people. “Well,” continued Hermione after Ginny again took deep breaths, “after Hogwarts Lily Evans did marry James Potter. They had Harry. When Harry was just over one year old, Voldemort killed Lily and James. Everyone thought Sirius Black had betrayed them. He was the secret keeper of their house, after all.”

“But they were wrong. About a week before that dreaded Halloween, Sirius had made James and Lily switch secret keepers. Peter became their new secret keeper. The rat himself betrayed them to Voldemort,” exclaimed Ginny indignantly.

“And that, Rachel and Anne, is the story. Well, at least the general idea of Moon Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Now, off to bed before you are caught! Use your cloaks and the map so as to avoid people who might, to say the least, be upset at your being up,” concluded Professor Hermione.

A/N: thanks for reading, please REVIEW!


Chapter 6: Helping Hands
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna
A/N: review! Please!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. DUH!
Chapter 6: Helpful Hands

During our first week with the gifts, Anne and I quickly learned things we could never have imagined, like passages to Hogsmeade, shortcuts to classes, and things like that. However, no matter how much we enjoyed our gifts, one question always bugged me and Anne: Why give this stuff away? We resolved to ask our tutors at the next study session. To our surprise, once we had asked, they kind of lectured us.

“Now, Rachel and Anne, you remember Fred and George? Well, they got this map and quickly discovered what it was. After all, being pranksters, it wasn’t too hard for them to find the correct phrase to access the map. This map shows every passage, ever person, and every thing else. How else could they have gotten away with all their magical mischief? Well, when they were in fifth year, they had memorized the entire map. They gave it to my husband, Harry. It just so happens that Remus Lupin was the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher that year. He ended up with the map, but when he left at the end of the year, he gave it back to Harry. By the time Professor Lupin gave it back to him, Harry knew the history of the map and about its creators. He was quite glad to have it.

“Of course, now Harry is a teacher and has had the map for a long time. He knows every passage and password by heart. He doesn’t need it anymore, so Hermione and I decided to give it to you. No doubt you will find a use for it!” Professor Ginny finished with a wink.

“Yes,” continued Professor Hermione, “there is one thing. Well, two, really. You have to promise to do two things, or we’ll take our gifts back.”

“What are they?” asked Anne anxiously.

A mischievous look lit Professor Ginny’s eyes. “I had to convince Hermione about the second one, but she agreed eventually. The two things you must promise to do are to one,” she counted off one finger, “agree to help us clean our classrooms and/or organize them when we need or want help, and two,” she counted off a second finger, “you must prank Malfoy.”

“What?!” I asked incredulously. A teacher asking us to prank a classmate? a fellow housemate at that! Anne took the shock a bit better than I did, but she seemed shocked to me.

“May I ask why?”

The mischievous look on Professor Hermione’s face surprised me. “Revenge, of course! Payback! By innocent—INNOCENT!—pranks on his son, Malfoy—er, Draco—will be very upset. I’ll admit, we shouldn’t do this, but let’s just say it’s in the mode of self-preservation.”

“Or retaliation,” retorted Professor Ginny. “The point is, Malfoy is NOT going to leave you two alone. He will be worse for you than his father was for us; at least we were all in houses besides Slytherin. All Slytherins are wonderful to Malfoy. They’re all pure blood, except a select few, but you get my point.”

Anne and I looked at each other, wearing identical (if a bit mischievous) grins. This was going to be a year to remember...

A/N: please REVIEW!


Chapter 7: If you need advice...
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna. Dedicated to the real R.E.C.

A/N: Hey people! Please review!

Chapter 7: If you want advice...

Skipping ahead, four days after our latest session with Prof. Hermione and Prof. Ginny, something of grave importance happened. Well, not exactly grave importance, but it was an important event nonetheless. Malfoy had been, as per his usual schedule, insulting us.

“Hello, Mudbloods,” He sneered.

We smiled. “Hello, Leonard,” I replied.

“Don’t disgrace my name with your filthy mudblood tongues,” he spat.

“Don’t talk to us then,” Anne pointed out in an infuriatingly calm voice. He spluttered for a second, then realized Anne had outwitted him. He stalked away, anger clear as daylight on his face.

“Oh yeah,” I said, giving Anne a High-five. She smiled and we continued on our way to History of Magic. During History of Magic, I thought of something. I scribbled it on a piece of paper and handed it to Anne. She grinned at me and mouthed, “Brilliant!” I laughed to myself before proceeding to do what the note had said. Settling into a comfortable position, I fell asleep within seconds.

After History of Magic, I was very well rested. “Rachel, how did you think of that?” asked Anne, who was also very well rested.

“It was in a book I was reading called Helpful Hints for History of Magic. I had forgotten about it until Professor Zabini started rambling about goblins and such. Now we can both sleep, instead of having one take notes and the other sleep.”

Anne smiled even wider. “Brilliant,” she repeated. “No more note taking for us. That charm to make quills take notes, I wonder why nobody ever thought of something like that before? Now, off to Astronomy!” We sauntered down the corridor, heading for the Astronomy tower. We never made it. On the way there, we were interrupted by two red headed men of average height who must have been twins.

“Hello,” said one of these strangers.

“Hi,” I said, a bit confused.

“What are your names?” asked the other stranger.

“I’m Anne, and this is Rachel,” answered Anne, glancing at me confusedly.
The first twin stuck out his hand. “I’m Fred Weasley, and this is my twin, George Weasley,” he stated. Anne and I blinked twice. Thoughts were racing through my mind. Anne glanced at me and quickly stuck out her hand in return.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled. I did the same.

After all the shaking hands and “‘Nice to meet you’s” were finished, Fred struck up a conversation with us. “So, I hear you have discovered our legacy? Or rather, the legacy we also inherited? And, of course, the store George and I designed to help those who wish to continue the legacy? Our predecessors,” he said.

“May they rest in peace,” said George with his hand over his heart.

“The hailed Marauders,” continued Fred, “perhaps you have heard of them?”

“Yes, Mr. Weasley, we have,” I answered.

“Yes,” continued George,” Well. They were the best pranksters Hogwarts had had for a long time. Then, of course, there were us, until we left school to get away from that,” he was interrupted.

“George, calm down. Sorry, Rachel and Anne. George and I have a soft spot concerning our last year at Hogwarts and a particularly nasty DADA teacher.”

“Sorry,” continued George. “Anyways, then Fred and I became leading pranksters, and now,” he paused.

“There are you,” Fred said and pointed at us.

“Us?” asked Anne, as bewildered as I was. Fred and George grinned.

“Yes, you. We have inside connections: brother, brother-in-law, sister, sister-in-law,” said George vaguely. Fred rolled his eyes at his brother’s words. George rolled his eyes right back. “Oh, and please just call us Fred and George.” Anne and I nodded.

“The point is,” said Fred, “That we have a few things to help you. That is, if you want them.”

What, exactly, are those things?” questioned Anne.

Identical mischievous smiles spread across their faces. “Oh, you’ll find out,” their eyes seemed to say. “Oh, just some... stuff,” George said, keeping his vagueness.

“You’ll find out. Eventually, anyways,” Fred caught onto his brother’s vagueness. “We’ll be dropping some stuff off every now and then.”

“Use it wisely, young pranksters,” said George solemnly, mimicking Star Wars. Anne and I laughed.

“Well,” said Fred suddenly, “we have to go. You’ve missed most of your class, so give this to Ginny.”

“Keep in touch!” said George, and with that, the twins waved and left us.

A/N: please review : )



Chapter 8: First Surprises
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna

Dedicated to the real Rachel Elizabeth Croft.... of course... :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own it.... I’m not J. K. Rowling.... I’m a teenager living in NYC..... who is moving soon.... and writes fanfics for fun.... Rachel is the name of my best friend, Bianca is my other best friend, and umm.... I got the idea for Anne Greene’s name from my friend Jas-o-mine..... But I own the plot!

A/N: please review....

Chapter 8: First Surprises

I know, I know. I’m taking FOREVER to tell you all about my first year, but I’ll finish it eventually. Anyways, as Anne and I headed to Astronomy, we chatted about meeting Fred and George Weasley. “‘Keep in touch.’ I wonder what that means,” I asked.

“Good question. I suggest that meant for us to write to them,” answered Anne.

I grinned mischievously. “Well, then, we will! And I have a feeling that they also meant to tell them what we need for a few pranks, and maybe what we need them fore. Maybe we’ll get a discount!” Anne laughed.

“Maybe!” We laughed and continued on our walk to the tower. We reached the Astronomy classroom about ten minutes before the period ended.

“Where were you two?” Inquired Professor Ginny sternly.

“We met some people who needed to talk with us, Professor,” I answered.

“Yes,” continued Anne, “They said to give you this.” She handed the note Fred and George had given us to Prof. Ginny, who quickly read it, nodded, and told us to sit down.

“Do you two have free time later, or should I just tell you what we did today?” she asked.

“Could you explain it now, please?” asked Anne. I nodded.

“OK, Anne,” said Professor Ginny, and began to fill us in on what we had missed that day. Fifteen minutes later, class had ended and Anne and I had seated ourselves in the Great Hall for lunch. I immediately started piling my plate with roasted red potatoes, stuffing, and turkey. Exactly one minute later I was stuffing my face in the most polite way. Yummm....

“Rachel, slow down. You’ll suffocate yourself!” said Bianca, one of my classmates.

“She’s been worse,” Anne said calmly.

“Worse?!” Bianca exclaimed, clearly not believing Anne.

“You should have seen her at the Welcoming Feast,” explained Anne.

“Bianca, don’t hate on my mad eating skills,” I said, randomly finding air in the midst of food. “Don’t be jealous just because I can eat more and faster than you can!” I continued sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.” We all laughed. After a few more rounds and about fifteen minutes later (I had stuffed myself), lunch was over. Too bad.

“Hello, class. Rachel and Anne, please see me after class. Today we will be working on turning pinecones into pears,” instructed Professor Hermione. After yet another easy transfiguration class (for me and Anne, at least—among other things, Professors Ginny and Hermione tutored us. However, I had always had a knack for this sort of stuff.), the bell rang. “Anne Greene and Rachel Croft, please come here!” reminded Professor Hermione. We left our things on our desks, nodded goodbye to Bianca, and went to her desk.

“Yes, professor?” asked Anne, calm and polite as ever.

“Hello, girls. I just wanted to tell you that we are going to have a study session tonight, OK? I know it wasn’t scheduled, but you know,” she said mysteriously.

“OK, Professor, no problem,” I said, confused. Professor Hermione was never mysterious.

“All will be revealed in due time.” Anne and I laughed at Professor Hermione’s words.

“You saw Ever After, Professor?” I asked.

“Of course! I am muggle born, after all!”

“Duh. I knew that,” I said, slapping my forehead. We all laughed again.

“See you later, then, Professor!” we called over our shoulders, heading off to Potions.

After potions, we entered the History of Magic classroom. In the midst of Professor Zabini droning on about goblin rebellions and whatnots, an owl pecking on the window woke me up. I groaned, looked around me, got up, and let it in. It landed on my shoulder. Once I was sitting down again, it hopped off my shoulder and onto my desk, sticking out its leg. I read the names on the envelope:

Miss Rachel Elizabeth Croft
and
Miss Anne Rebecca Greene


I poked Anne, who jerked her head up. “Wha?” she asked, squinting. I showed her the envelope. She looked as confused as I did. “Well, open it!” she whispered.

“OK, OK,” I muttered.

Dear Rachel and Anne,

Hello! I know I saw you two about an hour and a half ago, but Ginny told me to tell you that we are going to have some “special guests” tonight. See you then!

Thanks,

Hermione Weasley


At that moment, the bell rang. Anne and I gathered our stuff and headed to the common room. “Who do you think the ‘special guests’ are?” I asked Anne.

“Who knows?”

“They do,” I answered. Anne laughed.

“You get the point.” We flopped into the large, green beanbags in front of the fireplace we had received from our parents and continued to guess. “Professor Ron?” guessed Anne.

“Professor Harry?” I asked.

“Professor Ginny’s mom and dad?” she added.

“The Minister of Magic?” I contributed.

“Umm.... one second, I’m cold, and so are you,” said Anne, getting up. She lit the fire (using magic, of course). Warmth seeped into my icy body.

“Thanks Anne. This dungeon sure can get cold!”

“I know,” she smiled. “Well, it’s almost time for dinner. Take it easy, Rachel. Don’t scare Bianca!” We laughed and headed up to the Great Hall.

A/N: you’ve read...... now please REVIEW..... thanks so much to reviewers!


Chapter 9: Anticipations
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna

Dedicated, as always, to the real Rachel Elizabeth Croft.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank everybody so much for the time you took to review. (If you read, thanks as well, but I can only thank reviewers fully!) (Specifically to sammy lupin, ginnyweasley42692rec, Dying Embers, lunalovegood616, and RA Black.)

Thank you guys so so much!

Also, I’m sorry I took so long to update—life has been pretty hectic lately...

Now, without further ado (Though this IS further ado), chapter 9!

R.E.C: Chapter 9: Anticipations

“Careful, Rachel,” warned Anne. “You don’t want to scare Bianca.”

“I am being careful, I am,” I answered absently, piling food high on my plate.

“You know, she said ‘guests,’ not guest. Guests, as in plural, as in more than one,” Anne continued.

“Good point.” I continued eating my pork loin.

“I wonder who they are,” Anne said, twirling her fettuccine on her fork before taking a bite.

“I don’t know, Anne, I don’t know.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

“True.”

“Well, come on Rachel, let’s get going! It’s almost seven P.M.!”

I laughed. Anne could be so calm sometimes, yet somehow whenever she was curious, her curiosity overcame her calm demeanor. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I muttered, taking one last delicious bite of pork and a long ‘sip’ of pumpkin juice.

Anne lost all her patience to curiosity. She grabbed my arm and literally dragged me out of the Great Hall. “Come ON!” she said forcefully. I surrendered to her greater strength. Whether I surrendered to her greater physical strength or her greater mental strength, I don’t exactly know. However, I assume it was mental strength, seeing as I am physically stronger than she is.

“La, la, la, la di da!” I sang randomly, still being forcefully led (more like dragged or pulled).

Anne looked back at me. “Whoops. Sorry. You can walk by yourself now,” she said, letting go of my arm.

“Many thanks, kind Miss,” I said, pretending to curtsey (and failing miserably). Anne laughed. “Now,” I continued, seriously (or as serious as I can be), “onto the seventh floor!”

“Ah yes, the wonderful, brilliant, amazing seventh floor,” Anne said sarcastically. I laughed.

“Hey, you were the one dragging me,” I argued. She shot a glare at me.

“So?!” I laughed again.

“I guess, um, well, uh, erm—never mind. Whatever, come on Anne!”

Still chuckling (not giggling), we (finally) reached the right floor and corridor. I opened the door and held it for Anne.

“Thank you, m’dear,” she said, pretending to lift up long skirts as she pranced inside.

“Of course, mademoiselle,” I replied, with a horrific French accent.

“Hello, girls. There you are,” said Professor Ginny.

“Hello, Professor Ginny and Professor Hermione,” we stated politely.

“So, who are the ‘guests of honor,’ so to speak?” Anne bounced up and down excitedly.

“Sorry about that, Professors. She had a bit too much lemon meringue pie for desert...” I said, smiling evilly at Anne. She slapped me lightly.

Professor Hermione laughed. “You’ll find out in a little while! They should be here soon. But, first, we have to ask you something.”

“Yes, why exactly, pray tell, have we not heard or seen anymore about a certain L. Malfoy?” continued Professor Ginny mildly, as though inquiring how our parents were. Anne and I darted glances at each other.

“Well...”

“Uhh....”

“Never mind,” said Professor Hermione. “The point is that we gave you those gifts for a reason. A specific reason.”

“We know, Professor Hermione, we know,” I said. She grinned and stood up (from what, I don’t know—She and Professor Ginny stood up, and once they were off the chairs, the chairs vanished!)

“I didn’t mean to scold. Now, cauldron cakes anyone?” she asked, as they appeared on a coffee table in front of us, along with many other sweets and some fruits.

“Bean bag chairs, please,” Anne asked the room. Immediately four large, comfy, squashy bean bags (two navy, two silver) appeared. I plopped down in a navy one, grabbed an orange, and began to peel it.

“Thanks Anne!” I smiled and nodded at her, my jet black hair sloshing all over.

“Wow, these are really comfy,” said Professor Ginny, “great idea. How did you think of them?” she continued, sitting in the other navy bean bag chair.

“Our parents sent us green ones as a congratulations present,” I answered.

“Come on, Hermione, sit down,” Ginny said, “they’re really, really comfortable. Good memory. How do you remember them?”

“We sit in them whenever we’re in the common room, by the fireplace,” Anne explained, flopping into a silver bean bag, “and I always have to light a fire. We FREEZE.”

“It’s a very good thing that you taught us how to light fires with magic, since we don’t’ have any matches,” I told Professor Hermione, who was cautiously sitting down on the last remaining bean bag chair.

“You’re welcome. Wow, these are so comfortable!” She exclaimed.

Professor Ginny looked at her watch. “They should be here in about a minute,” she estimated.

“Who?” asked Anne. I laughed.

“The guests of honor, Anne. Duh! You only dragged me up here before I finished dinner!” I rolled my eyes and laughed again.

“Oh yeah! I had forgotten. I got a bit caught up in the discussion.” We all laughed.

“Laughter is the medicine for the soul,” Professor Hermione began.

“—And the music to the heart,” finished Professor Ginny.

“Who said that?” I asked.

“Good question,” said Professor Hermione. “I don’t know the answer. I can’t remember it right now,” she admitted, smiling and shrugging. We laughed again.

“Did you know that it is a proven, scientific fact that laughing prevents cancer?” asked Anne. There was a general murmur of how that was wonderful and no I haven’t heard that before.

“Ginny,” Professor Hermione asked suddenly, “where ARE they? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

“I don’t know, and yes they should.”

“Oooo,” Anne said. She looked as though she was about to burst (which she probably was.)

“Um, why don’t we play a game to pass the time?” I suggested.

“Charades!” exclaimed Anne, Professor Ginny, and Professor Hermione simultaneously. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. I joined.

“Great minds think alike,” I said.

Then, (drum roll, please) a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in!” called the Professors.

The door opened, and in walked the guests of honor...

~~~End of chapter~~~

A/N: Ha ha, cliffhanger! Don’t you wish you knew who they were?

Good luck guessing.

PLEASE, please, PLEASE review!

Many thanks!

~+pearluna+~


p.s. just type in the little box.... both of them.... and click the button! :) thanks!


Chapter 10: Guests of Honor
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

R.E.C. by pearluna

Dedicated (of course) to the real Rachel Elizabeth Croft. :)

A/N: every review is appreciated (even if it is mean and says you hate this story)! So… review! You will be thanked!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is an amazing author who does not need fanfiction. Since I am writing this, I must not be Jo because I… a) do not live in the UK and b) write and read fanfiction. I DO NOT OWN ANYBODY/THING EXCEPT THE FOLLOWING: Rachel (not her name, but herself), Anne (partial credit of naming to my friend Jasmine), Bianca (who I really don’t own, her being one of my closest friends and all), and the plot. Every single other character and setting (i.e., Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc.) belongs to dear Jo.

A/N repeat: please review—I do love them :)

Now, chapter 10.

Chapter 10: Guests of Honor

“Hello, girls.”

I double blinked. Anne smiled, “Hello.”

Professor Ginny smiled. “I think you’ve met most of these people, but I’ll introduce you.” Silently, as if they had been ordered to, the guests lined up. “First, this is my husband, Harry Potter.” Anne and I followed Professor Ginny and shook hands with Professor Harry Potter. “This is my youngest brother, who is a year older than I, Ron Weasley. He is Hermione’s husband.” We shook hands with him and continued to follow Professor Ginny. “You’ve met my brothers, Fred and George.” Anne and I nodded and shook hands with the Weasley twins. “This is my friend, Neville Longbottom.” We shook hands with our Herbology professor. “And finally, this is one of my dearest friends, Luna Longbottom.” Anne and I smiled broadly and shook hands with our dear, quirky Headmistress. She was wearing a bottle-cap necklace and radish earrings. “She is Neville’s wife,” Ginny added.

After Anne and I had exchanged hellos and nice to meet yous, Professor Hermione clapped her hands. “Now that everyone has met everyone else, let’s sit down and Ginny shall explain why we are here. Ummm, Anne. Would you please get the chairs? And… Rachel. Would you get the food?” Anne and I nodded.

“Ten bean bag chairs, please,” Anne whispered so that only I heard her. “Different colors, if you don’t mind.”

“Hmm… some hot chocolate, coffee, marshmallows, cookies, milk, and water. Oh, and some lemon bars to, if you don’t mind. I do love lemon bars.” I muttered. Anne chuckled at my short, quiet speech.

Immediately, the large bean bag chairs, this time in various colors, appeared along side a coffee table heaped with what I had asked for. “Yummmm,” said Professor Luna.

“I couldn’t agree more, Luna,” said Professor Neville.

We snacked for a few minutes, chatting away the minutes in our own snazzy-dapperish bean bag chairs. Finally,

“Alright,” said Professor Ginny, “time for work. Let me start by saying thank you all for coming. You all probably have better things to do on a Friday night. So thank you. Now, I have called this emergency meeting because, well, I felt I needed to call it.

“As you may know, Hermione and I have been helping Anne Greene and Rachel Croft. Well, I called this meeting because we need help.”

Anne and I looked at each other, confused. “But, Professor Ginny, you and Professor Hermione are great teachers. You’ve helped us so much,” said Anne.

“Yes,” I said, “what do you mean you need help?”

Professor Ginny and Professor Hermione laughed. “Thank you,” said Professor Hermione.

“Yes, thank you. I don’t mean that we need help teaching you, merely convincing you.”

“What?” I asked, confused. “Convincing us what?”

“Accio Marauder’s map and invisibility cloaks,” Professor Ginny answered. The map and cloaks immediately flew out of our bags and into her hand.

Fred, George, and all the Professors smiled at the sight of them. “Those things? Wow, they bring back memories,” Professor Harry laughed. Professors, Fred, and George all laughed with him

“Boy, do they ever,” added Professor Ron.

Through the midst of this, Anne and I were still confused. At least, I was. Maybe Anne wasn’t. Professor Luna looked over at us: first years, muggle borns, Slytherins. She smiled reassuringly at us. “Now,” she said, “where were you, Ginny?”

“Right,” said Professor Ginny. “Moving on. I called this emergency meeting today because Rachel and Anne need to be convinced. No matter how much we drum it into them, they never act.

“Act?” asked Anne.

“Act?” I repeated. “What do you want us to do?”

“Prank Malfoy! duh!!!” stated Professor Ginny.

“Well… uhh…” said Anne. There came a moment of sudden, slightly tense silence. However, after a few seconds, it was broken by laughter. A slight giggling from our beloved, quirky Headmistress turned into a roaring laughter supported from all ten people in the room. Ten or so minutes later, Professor Luna spoke up.

“That,” she started, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, “is why we were all called here. This is the best emergency meeting I’ve every been to, and I’ve been to a lot of them!”

“Yes,” said Fred, still chuckling, “now. Let’s think about this.”

“First, how the heck do we convince them to prank said slimy git?” asked George, a mock-serious look on his face while he stroked his chin. Anne and I snickered.

“I’ve GOT IT!!” exclaimed Professor Neville, after a ten second break after George’s question.

“Yes, Neville?” asked Professor Luna.

“OK. So. We threaten to dock points from them, and then, you know…”

“YOU WOULDN’T!!!” Anne and I exclaimed. I looked around at my professors. They were all bug-eyed. Fred and George were laughing. One by one, they grinned (rather maliciously, too!).

“Or, even better, threaten to give them extra homework!” exclaimed Fred.

Anne and I gasped.

“No!” she said, astonished.

“You wouldn’t! Don’t! Please!” I begged (dignified, mined you.)

Professor Ginny and Professor Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Yes!” said Professor Ginny.

“That’s exactly it!” added Professor Hermione. “Neville and Fred, you are geniuses!”

“Thank you, Hermione,” said Professor Neville, smiling.

“I know,” Fred added pompously. We all laughed.

~+End of Chapter+~

A/N: there’s a box down there…. Please fill it out and click the submit button..

A/N on story progress: I have currently written chapter 11 and chapter 12, and am formulating chapter 13. I try to post regularly, but school gets in the way a lot! Every review is loved….

P.S. Sorry this chapter was a bit short!

http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com