FIC: Weasley Twins' Sins Part IV
Disclaimer: Everything relating to the Harry Potter universe isn't mine. I think everything is said with this.
Title: Weasley Twins' Sins
Author: Amys
Rating: PG, PG-13
Pairing: Fred and George/unknown Death Eater
IV.
Everything was dark. She felt confused, her head was swimming. What had happened, and why couldn’t she see anything? She felt around her and her hands hit solid walls. The feeling of confined space came floating over her, and where was her son? She felt like panicking… but as her eyes became accustomed to the dark her initial reaction made place for something bordering on astonishment. She seemed to be in a cupboard, and not a very clean one at that. And then it happened: something hairy crawled over her face and the next moments all passed in slow motion… she screamed for all she was worth, thus damaging her son’s tympanic membranes.
“Kill it!” she screamed, wildly flailing about with her arms, which was rather hard as cupboards aren’t generally designed to hold a fully grown woman and her teenage son.
Not being the brightest person alive, and especially not now in his extra dimwitted state - that’s what those stunning spells do to you - it cost Draco a few moments to determine the source for his hurting ears, namely his mother’s screaming, and that there probably was a reason for that, no matter how futile. This reason presented itself in the form of an overgrown spider, finding its way through her long blonde hair. Then mere seconds were enough to squash the beast of doom but he made one capital mistake…
“My hair!” Narcissa cried upset, but then she quickly shut up and threw a guilty glance at her son. It would do no good if the world knew of her, a pureblood witch, to have spider phobia.
“So… whose cupboard is this?”
***
The owners of the improvised prison were at that moment admiring the result of some spying and preparing for the next bold move of their master plan. They now knew everything about Lucius Malfoy’s schedule, who had gladly traded Azkaban for comfort. Admit it, locking up a Death Eater in Azkaban in a period of revolting dementors is a bit naïve.
There was nothing now that stopped the twins from executing their madness. Each armed with a couple of vials of potion, fitting clothes including high heels and their wands they apparated to Malfoy Manor which was deserted at this time of the day. They let themselves in and managed to prepare something resembling tea. (those high-tech kettles weren’t everything) The wait for Lucius began, and when he finally arrived home a rather unfamiliar sight greeted him. His son and wife sat together at the table, enjoying a cup of tea, looking quite nervous.
“What happened here?” he asked. Two strangely forced smiles greeted him.
“Tea?” Narcissa asked.
“A kiss sounds more like it”
“Oh no, first tea! Naughty, are we.” She giggled. Narcissa never giggled.
“I just wanted a kiss, you know” but he sat down and drank obediently. The tea wasn’t what it usually was either, now he came to think of it.
“Now Lucius, I really need to talk to you about something” she said.
Here it comes… he thought.
“Someone has been very careless. I don’t know who you’ve been working with but I just found that picture. Those things shouldn’t lie around unguarded, dear”
Subtle… George resisted the urge to roll his eyes only at the very last moment.
“Draco, out” Lucius said tersely the moment he got the picture in his hands. They had taken it along, just in case. Well, here was the case, and it had obviously kicked off the ground.
George left through the first door he could think off. They should have inspected a little when they had the change. There was more to a house after all than just the tea kettle… he ended up in the refresher. Just great.
“I thought you knew better than to mention such things in front of Draco” Lucius said.
Oh shit… next he’ll be beating me up, Fred thought.
“Draco found it!” he improvised quickly, not forgetting to add a little whine in his voice - Narcissa’s voice.
“You do know who that is, don’t you?” Lucius asked, turning the picture around and around in his hands. “I don’t know how you got it but it must disappear before he finds out about this. Perhaps it’s only better if I obliviate Draco along the way as well.”
“Who is it then?” Fred asked in what he hoped was a cute small voice, completely inconspicuous. It wasn’t, but Lucius seemed preoccupied.
“Why, him of course! The Lord himself, but not many people ever see this side of him and he would be very upset if it came out, oh yes” Lucius uttered.
Fred felt his insides swim at that sentence. “Oh shit!” he squeaked in Narcissa’s voice before following his brother to the wrong door, or in hindsight, perhaps the right door.
“We have to get out of here!” he whispered hotly. It was also exactly the right moment to have an extra swig of their polyjuice potions, before leaving the refresher at the same time, their pale Malfoy skins blushing fervently, standing next to each other before an extremely suspicious Mr. Malfoy senior.
“Are you cheating on me?” he asked slowly.
Fred just had to make an exit and snatched the picture off the table. “Not yet!” he said, and dragged his brother along outside the room to disapparate as fast as they could.
Malfoy stared after them incredulously. Who knew what went on in his head.
***
“You just had to do that, right?” George asked, but his eyes were shining with laughter as well. “And you giggle too well. Did you practise?”
“I’m a natural, bro” Fred grinned, but his grin disappeared like snow before the sun.
“You won’t believe this”
“Tell me! Who is it?”
“It’s him! Voldemort himself!” he almost cried out.
“No way…” George said in awe, staring the picture over and over again.
They decided to set their prisoners free first before thinking about what they would eventually do. This also was planned, as they didn’t want to risk their cover blown at the last moment. Still under the effects of the potion they went to the cupboard, which stood in a room without windows, to be sure, and opened the locks. Two absolutely livid Malfoys stared at them, their anger fading away to be replaced with unbelief at seeing exact copies of themselves standing before there.
“Well, you were lucky to have visited a clothes’ shop or else you had spent some clothless hours” George said as his own perky self.
“Oh, and I don’t mean to worry you but your husband thinks you’re involved with You-Know-Who” Fred said before sending the two away with a portkey. How wonderful the element of surprise was!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 (links to other chapters from there)