"Psst - Harry!"
Harry turned halfway along the third-floor corridor, and walked over to Fred, George and Amanda.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously. "How come you're not going to Hogsmeade?"
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go." Amanda said quietly, winking.
"Come in here." Fred said, leading them to an empty classroom.
Once the door closed, George turned to Harry.
"Early Christmas present for you, Harry." Fred pulled the parchment out of his cloak and laid it on a table. Amanda giggled at Harry's confused expression.
"What's that supposed to be?" Harry asked.
"This, Harry, is the secret of our success," George answered.
"Your success," Amanda muttered, "I do pretty well on my own, thanks."
George glared playfully at her as she poked her tongue out at him.
"It's a wrench, giving it to you, but we decided last night, your need's greater than ours." Fred said.
"We know it off by heart anyway." Amanda said, "We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore." She giggled at Fred scoffing, mimicking her.
"And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" Harry asked, confused.
"A bit of old parchment!" Amanda exclaimed, with a mock grimace, and a mortally offended look. "Explain, guys."
"Well, when we were in our first year, Harry - young, carefree and innocent-"
Harry snorted. "-well, more innocent than we are now-" Amanda butted in.
"We got into a spot of bother with Filch."
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason-"
"So he hailed us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual-"
"-detention-"
"-disembowelment-"
"-and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." Amanda grinned.
"Don't tell me-" Harry said, starting to grin.
"Well, what would you have done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open and Amanda grabbed - this."
"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," George chuckled. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."
"And you know how to work it?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes," Fred said, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in the school."
"You're winding me up." Harry told them.
"Oh, are we?" George smirked.
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Headstrong
FanfictionAmanda Potter was separated from her brother after that night. Growing up in a Pureblood family, she understands pain. Now, her brother is going to Hogwarts, and the siblings are together once more. But, as time progresses, it turns out there is mor...
