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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 210008; Chapter Total: 6456
Chapter 10: More Marauders and a new tool
The next day, a few interesting things happened to Harry. First, while eating at breakfast, Harry was blinded by a bright flash in front of him. Looking up through the haze, he saw a small mousy-haired boy, holding a Muggle camera, one of the new first years. The younger boy smiled and introduced himself haltingly as Colin Creevey and added that he was in Gryffindor too. Colin then launched into a rambling monologue of how he had heard all about Harry and what he was in the wizarding world. Harry also learned that Colin was muggleborn and his dad was a milkman.
As Colin rambled on, Harry saw Rose and Ginny behind him, his sister snickering behind her hands and Ginny just smiling shyly. Harry had a feeling now as to who had supplied Colin with his information on Harry.
Finally, the two redhead girls gently pulled Colin back, telling him to have breakfast and he could see Harry later. Harry mumbled his thanks to them and went back to his breakfast. Glancing at Ron and Hermione, he noticed that they looked amused. Harry told them to sod off. That merely caused Ron to laugh.
After a few minutes later, looking up at the Head Table, he was surprised to see Gilderoy Lockhart sitting there in a chair that had been empty the night before. He was even more surprised when Dumbledore announced that Lockhart was the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Harry snorted and wondered what his parents would say if they knew, especially his dad. At least, from the schedules McGonagall had distributed earlier, he wouldn’t have that class until that afternoon.
Later, while going to lunch after morning classes, Harry was walking behind Ron and Hermione when he was pulled from behind into a classroom. Harry spun around and pulled his wand out, pointing it at two surprised tall redheads.
“Whoa, Harry,” one said.
“Easy there,” the other said.
“It’s just us,” they said together.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, “Whew, don’t do that, Fred, George.”
The Weasley twins smirked, “A bit nervous, aren’t you?”
“Just being careful, especially after last year,” he said.
“That’s all right,” they said.
“So, what do I owe this honor of being pulled into an empty classroom by you two?” Harry asked.
“We just wanted to know when we, as in the New Marauders, will start a new round of pranks,” one of the twins, probably Fred, said, “We couldn’t ask you earlier since Mum and your Mum were always around.”
“Why leave it to me to decide this?” Harry asked them, “You two are older. You should be the leaders.”
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Fred said.
“Your Dad was the…” George said.
“…acknowledged leader of the original Marauders.” Fred said.
“It’s only fair that you be ours.” George said.
“All right, in that case,” Harry said, his hand gripping his chin, “give it a few weeks for the school to settle down. How about we set something small up in the first week of October then plan something larger for the Halloween Feast?”
The twins grinned, “All right, Harry. We guess we can wait that long. See ya around.” They left the classroom first. Harry followed them after a half-minute.
When he arrived at the Great Hall, he joined Ron and Hermione in the middle of the Gryffindor table.
“Where’ve you been?” Hermione asked. Ron merely cocked an eyebrow at him, his mouth full of food at the moment.
Harry smiled and said in a low voice, “I just had a little chat with Fred and George.”
Ron swallowed then grinned. “I bet I know what they wanted, Harry. So, what did you tell them?”
Hermione frowned, “Does this have to do with pranks again?”
Ron looked at her, “Come on, Hermione. Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun last term when we did those pranks?”
“That’s not the point, Ron,” she said, annoyed a bit, “It’s against the rules to do pranks. We’re lucky we weren’t caught doing that.”
Harry spoke up, “Still, Hermione, you can’t deny that it was fun doing them and you did laugh with the rest of us at the results.”
Hermione attempted to frown but then a small smile broke out of her face, “All right, it was fun planning them and exciting laying them. The results were quite funny.”
“There, see, it wasn’t bad admitting that,” Ron said, smirking. He turned back to Harry, “So, mate, what did you tell the twins?”
“I said that we’ll start the first week of October.” Harry said, “Maybe we can plan something for the Halloween Feast.”
“Wicked!” Ron said.
“Umm, what do you two think about including Neville in our little group?” Harry asked.
Ron frowned while Hermione looked thoughtful.
“I don’t know, Harry,” Ron said, “you think he’ll go for something like this?”
“Well, he did seem to enjoy the results last term,” Hermione said, “But won’t a larger group increase our chances of getting caught?”
“I considered it since I’d like to be closer friends with him,” Harry said, “I mean, he did help us last June with the Stone and all. He may know some other stuff that can help us with any pranks we plan.” When the two seemed unconvinced, he added, “I’ll try and sound him out, okay? I’ll also ask Fred and George their opinion, all right?”
The two nodded and the three friends turned back to their lunch.
Their first class in Defense against the Dark Arts was outrageous. Lockhart actually gave them a test on their knowledge of his books. Not surprisingly, Hermione got the highest score. Then, the class descended into pandemonium when Lockhart released a cage full of Cornish pixies. Most of the class fled together with Lockhart, leaving the trio to deal with the pixies, which they did, mostly due to Hermione’s efforts.
Later that night, Harry found himself cornered by Rose and Ginny near the fireplace of the nearly empty Gryffindor Common Room.
“Um, hi, sis,” Harry said nervously, “How was your first day?”
“It was great,” Rose answered. Then she pushed him into a nearby armchair and placed her arms on the chair’s arms. “I heard Fred and George had a little talk with you at lunchtime, something about pranking.”
Harry gulped, “Um, where did you hear that?”
Rose smiled deviously and looked at Ginny for an instant, “Now, that’s our secret, big brother. The thing is we, Ginny and I, want in, in your little group.” She looked again at Ginny, “What did they call themselves? Oh yeh, the New Marauders.”
Harry’s eyes widened. How did she know that? The twins had only come up with the name that lunchtime.
“Well, big brother?” Rose asked, “What will it be?”
“Well, you see, sis,” Harry said, “I’ll have to ask the others.”
“What for, Harry?” Rose asked, “I’d say they’d choose you as the leader because of Dad.”
Ginny nodded her head.
Harry sighed, “Okay, it’s true that they’re calling me the leader. But, this is a team effort, so any decision to increase the number of the group needs the others knowing it.”
“Oh, all right,” Rose said, “I’m sure Fred and George wouldn’t mind letting us in. They appreciate our devious minds.” Harry mentally agreed, having been a victim of a few things these two had cooked up over the years. “Hermione would be glad to have two more girls in the group,” Rose said, “Now, Ron, he may be a problem. But I’m sure we can persuade him.” The two redhead females now exchanged evil smirks that sent shivers up Harry’s spine.
“All right, sis,” Harry said, “I’ll ask the others tomorrow.”
Rose and Ginny smiled at him and Rose said, “Okay, bro. See you in the morning.”
As the three moved towards the stairs to the dormitories, Harry said, “Oh, by the way, I’m also thinking of asking Neville Longbottom to join us.”
Rose stopped suddenly and turned back to Harry, eyes wide. She turned around again and mumbled back, “Oh, sure, Harry.” She then ascended the stairs to the girls’ dorms at a run, Ginny on her heels.
Harry stood there for a moment, wondering about his sister’s reaction before resuming his climb to his own dormitory. He found Ron already asleep, snoring heavily and decided to leave telling him to the next day, together with the others.
The next morning, as they were dressing, Harry told Ron that the New Marauders would need to meet together right after dinner. When Ron asked why, Harry simply told him to wait for the meeting. Ron looked suspiciously at him for a minute but his grumbling stomach made him want to go to breakfast.
At the breakfast table, Harry managed to slip a note to the twins about the meeting. He greeted his sister and Ginny but gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary.
Harry told Hermione about the meeting while walking to their first class. The bushy-haired brunette frowned but said nothing.
Later, after dinner, the five Gryffindors met in an empty classroom.
“So, Harry,” Fred said as soon as they had all sat down, “what’s this meeting for? I didn’t think we’d be planning something this early.”
“Um, no. Actually, I asked us to meet together since I was deciding on adding a few more people to our group.”
“Who, Harry?” Ron said, his eyes narrowing.
“Yes, Harry,” Hermione said, “It’s hard enough with five of us. Having more people may increase our chances of getting caught. Plus, we’re asking other students to break rules.”
Harry looked at the other four New Marauders then said, “Well, I was thinking of asking Ginny and Rose as well as Neville Longbottom to join us.”
Almost immediately, the other four reacted differently.
“What?!” Ron said, “Ginny and Rose? Why do we need two more girls?”
Hermione had smiled and said, “Oh, good.” Then she had frowned as she heard what Ron said.
The twins had broken into grins and said simply, “Brilliant! Those girls are awesome planners.”
Hermione turned to Ron, “What have you against girls, Ron? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m one.”
Ron turned red, “Um, I know that, Hermione. But this is different.”
“How is it different?” Hermione asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Well,” Ron said, “It’s Ginny and Rose.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow, “And?”
“What?” Ron said, “Those two are monsters.”
Fred and George placed a hand on their younger brother’s shoulders. “They’re also very good at thinking of pranks and spells, Ron. Almost as good as Hermione they are.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
The twins turned to her. “Oh yeah,” Fred said, nodding.
“Quite good,” George said, “It’s scary sometimes.”
“So, guys,” Harry said, calling their attention back to him, “what’ll it be?”
“Well, Harry,” Fred said, “we’re…”
“…Okay with our sister and yours, joining,” George said.
Harry turned to Hermione who said, “It’s fine with me.”
Harry turned to his other best friend, “Ron?”
Ron scowled then said, “Oh, all right. They can join. But, I’m not going with them under the cloak.”
Harry smiled, “Good, now about Neville?”
Fred asked, “Are you sure about him, Harry?”
“Yeah,” George said, “At least our sisters had an inkling of what we were up to.”
“Well, he did drop hints he suspected us of doing the pranks that night we went after the Stone,” Harry said, “He helped us that nigh and his parents were in school with Mum and Dad.”
“Have you talked to him about it, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“Well, not yet,” Harry admitted, “I was just considering it after my birthday.”
“Then, why do we have to decide tonight?” Ron asked.
Harry said, “Oh, all right. I’ll talk to him first then we can meet. That way, Ginny and Rose can help us decide.”
They then left the classroom and made their way back to Gryffindor tower before curfew. Once back in their Common room, Harry around until he saw the two female redheads. He beckoned to them to move over to a secluded corner of the room. Once there, he motioned to them to sit down.
“Well?” Rose asked him, in a low tone, “What did they say?”
“About what, sis?” Harry asked, an innocent look on his face.
Rose sighed. “About us joining you?” she said, “Look, we know you five met together. We saw you enter that empty classroom.”
Harry’s eyebrows shot up to his fringe, “How did you two know? We were careful not to be followed.”
Rose smirked again, “You’ll find out, if you let us join you.”
Harry stared at his sister and her best friend. “Oh, all right. No need to hold you in suspense any longer.” He paused for a moment, then smiled, “You’re both in.”
Rose squealed and hugged him while Ginny smiled, “Thank you, thank you, big brother. You won’t regret it.”
“I better not,” Harry said, “Now, what’s your big secret?”
Rose and Ginny exchanged smirks, then pulled out a folded piece of parchment. Harry raised one eyebrow, “A blank piece of parchment?”
Rose was still smirking, “Watch and learn, big brother.” She took out her wand, pointed it at the parchment and said, “I swear I am up to no good.”
Writing appeared on the parchment — Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail proudly presents the MARAUDER”S MAP. Rose opened it and a map of some sort was formed with moving squiggles and names all over it.
Harry’s eyebrows disappeared in his hair, “What is this? Where did you get this?”
Rose was now grinning, “It’s a birthday present from Dad. It’s called the Marauder’s Map.” She proceeded to explain the map’s workings to him. She and Ginny had first looked at it last night and had been fascinated with it.
“Remember, we left the Great Hall tonight after dinner before you did.” Rose said.
“We moved to a bathroom on the first floor and looked into it,” Ginny said, in a softer voice than usual.
“That’s how we saw you enter the classroom,” Rose said, “We knew then that you were talking about us.”
Harry smiled, “Well, now that can be really useful. All right, we’re laying low for now, but I think we should do something for the Halloween Feast. Think about it and give me some suggestions, okay?’
Rose and Ginny exchanged calculating looks, “All right, Harry,” Rose said, “We’ll let you know what we come up with.” The two redheads left for their dorms.
Harry shook his head. Leave it up to his dad and his surrogate uncles to come up with something like that. Now, they wouldn’t be caught as they’d be able to spot Filch or any teachers going around the school at night.
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