•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

Fred, George, Lee, and I sat around in the boys' dormitory discussing the joke shop. They had already apologized for taking my credit on the Canary Creams and promised to give me credit when we actually launched them in our shop.

They had also informed me about how Ludo Bagman had promised to put us in contact with some people at Zonko's, which we were all ecstatic about.

"He complimented the fake wands, so those most definitely will be kept in stock," Fred mentioned, stroking my hair from where we were cuddled up on his bed.

I leaned my head back into his chest, loving the warmth he provided. He chuckled at me, kissing the top of my head.

I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get enough of him.

"I still want to do that box of things to get you out of classes," Lee piped in.

"Right," I agreed, thinking back to the small idea we had a while back. "Skiving Snackboxes, right?"

George nodded, writing the name on a piece of parchment. "Any ideas for that?"

"How about it's like a little bar, and you eat one side to give you something like a nosebleed, and then once you're out of the class you can eat the other side to cure it?" Fred suggested.

"I love that," I agreed.

I also love you, I wanted to add. But I didn't want to rush this.

"That's genius!" George exclaimed, jotting it down. "We can have one for nosebleeds...how about one to make you faint?"

"Right." Lee nodded. "And one that makes you throw up."

"Then one to give you a fever," I added.

We all grinned in triumph, proud of our idea.

"We can go down to the library—"

"Weren't we banned from the library?" Lee interrupted me.

"Oh, right," I sighed, but then I had an idea. "Never mind that, I have an idea to sneak in there."

"Well are you going to share?" Fred chuckled from behind me after waiting a while for me to continue.

"Can't," I giggled, "top secret."

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"You're the worst brother ever," I grumbled as I sat with my arms crossed.

"That's a pity really." Harry rolled his eyes at me, his sarcasm making me groan.

"Oh come off it! Just let me borrow it! Please!"

Harry just continued with his Potions essay.

"Harry!"

He looked up at me for a second before looking back down, once again ignoring me.

"I swear it's for research!" I tried, searching my brain for more excuses.

"It's not my fault you got banned from the library," Harry finally responded.

"Must I remind you that you're the worst brother ever?" I questioned.

"Must I remind you that it's my invisibility cloak you're trying to use?" He sassed.

"Bloody hell. You're a real arse, you know that?" I muttered under my breath. But he heard me and just hummed in response.

"What must it take for me to convince you to lend your fabulous sister your handy dandy little cloak for an hour at most?" I sighed, about to accept defeat.

"It'll take you a second to lose that thing," Harry said. "And then what do you reckon I do?"

"Do I really need to remind you that you're the one who quite literally handed over the map of the entire school?"

"....touché."

I grinned at him, turning my head to meet his eyes as I waited for him to give in.

"Fine." I clapped my hands excitedly. "But I want it back tonight!"

"Thank you, Harry!" I grinned. "You're the best brother ever!"

"But I tho—"

"Love you!" I called as I ran up the stairs to the fourth year boys' dormitory and searched through Harry's trunk to find the cloak.

It didn't take me to long and then I finally was able to make my way down to the library and sneak in unnoticed. I walked down the aisles of the library, dragging my hands across the book spines as I looked for anything that could help us.

I found a few healing books but then while walking past the autobiographies, I bumped into Madam Pince.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!"

I immediately turned on my heel and scrambled out of the library. I missed the adrenaline of this. Running down the corridors with the knowledge that someone was chasing you like a childhood game of tag, and all you wanted to do was win.

I had one arm clutching the books I grabbed to my chest, and the other clinging to the cloak as to make sure I still wasn't visible. Just as I was turning the corner onto a different corridor I ran into somebody, almost falling back but catching myself just in time. Unfortunately I lost my grip on the cloak and it slipped off.

"Hey, Babe," Fred chuckled. "Fancy seeing you here."

I sighed in relief as I realized it was just Fred. I glanced down the corridor to make sure no one was coming before reaching down and grabbing the cloak.

"Is that what I think it is?" Fred asked, eyes wide as he stared at the rare item.

"Isn't it brilliant?" I grinned, feeling my mischievous side showing through.

"Bloody brilliant." He nodded. "How'd you find it?"

"Harry." I shrugged, not noticing the curious look he was giving me.

"Harry Potter, you mean?" Fred questioned, his curious gaze still on me.

"Well yeah–wait. Did I not tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Fred asked.

"Harry's my Godbrother," I stated. "I guess I did forget to mention that to you lot."

"I guess that makes sense," Fred said. "You did mention your parents being good friends with Harry's."

"Yep." I repositioned the cloak under my arm and struggled to keep the stack of books steady. "Help me with these?"

" 'course." Fred smiled down at me. He carried the books with one hand and used his other to grab my free hand. We walked down the corridor to the Common Room hand in hand.

Harry was still sitting on the couch when we got there, and I playfully dropped the cloak over his essay so that it disappeared from sight.

"Told you it'd be fine," I giggled, walking around the couch to where Fred and I were in front of him.

Harry noticed Fred quickly and was up on his feet before I could get another word out.

"I understand that you and Scar made up, but that does not mean I won't hex you into Oblivion if you so much as make her cry."

"Woah. You can be quite intimidating, Harry." Fred chuckled. "But know that I don't plan on doing anything to hurt Scarlett."

"Y'know I could see you and Ginny together, Harry," I muttered.

Harry's face heated up and Fred scowled.

"Don't get any ideas, Potter," Fred snarled. "Or I'll be the one hexing you into Oblivion."

Harry gulped, shaking his head. "I-I won't."

"Aw, my boyfriend and brother bonding already."
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I'm so tired and I have a ton of schoolwork to do, but at least it's Friday! I'm so ready for this weekend!
I'm enjoying having all these pre-made chapters, but I'm still curious how long it's gonna stick...
I don't think I have a lot to say — it's six in the morning — but I hope you all enjoyed and have a lovely day!
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