*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...
With his eyes locked on the map, Fred still could not believe what he was witnessing. Although Lexington Parsimonae had just arrived at the castle and was running scared, he was surprisingly at ease in the former Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. And, for some unknown reason, was attempting to gain access to the locked office within.
Fred shook his head, as a satisfied smile grew across his face.
"Don't know what you're up to, mate, but I've got a good feeling that you'll be headed to King's Cross in the morning."
A bark resonated from somewhere down the hall, and Fred surveyed the map for Mrs. Norris. He reached for the cloak, debating if it would be more enjoyable to haunt Mr. Filch instead of waiting around for the Magical Investigator, when a sudden and curious feeling came over him.
It began as a knot in his chest, and was soon followed by a stealing sense of fear. Fred didn't have the faintest idea how he was so certain, but he knew instinctively that George was in terrible trouble.
The dawning uneasiness rattled his every thought.
The certainty was palpable — there was not a shred of doubt.
George was in danger.
Fred swiftly withdrew his lender wand and scanned the Marauder's Map, rocking impatiently as he combed the classrooms off the stairwell, where he'd last seen his brother with Angelina.
"Come on, George. Where've you gone?" he hummed, undaunted in his search.
Then he saw an ink dot soaring across the ground floor corridor labeled 'Angelina Johnson'. It weaved the snaking steps at the edge of the map and streamed down to the boathouse. Fred jabbed his wand at the dot and a text bubble appeared. She was drowning. Thankfully, the map showed Hagrid's dot rushing down the stairs.
Hagrid will save her, Fred thought. But where is George?
Transfixed, he retraced Angelina's path. And there, in one of the classrooms, was his brother's dot, bobbing erratically. Fred was at a loss to explain what had happened, or to understand how he knew for certain that George needed his help, but none of that mattered. He gave a sideways look at the corridor, made a mental note of the quickest route through the castle using the many passageways they had memorized, then took off in the right direction, propelled by an unmistakable need to rescue his brother — as fast as possible!
And if Fred had not been distracted by the peculiarity of the situation, he would have realized that another ink dot labeled 'Aruzula Darc' was, at that very moment, traveling slowly toward his twin brother.
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A sopping wet head of red hair burst through the stormy surface, as the room continued to fill with miraculously conjured water. George coughed violently in the thin air and tried to judge how much time he had remaining. The gap to the ceiling had narrowed to six inches. The classroom would be completely submerged in minutes. There was not an option. George needed to resort to more desperate measures. He took the deepest breath he could and dove into the dark water, pushing his legs against the ceiling to gain speed as he swam for the doorway. Thankfully, it was remarkably less dark beneath the waves.
