Hey everyone, thanks to everyone who is currently reading this. I can't believe it's been over a year since I've updated. Like wow, that's terrible of me so have a slightly longer than usual chapter.

Also don't worry that this says chapter 27, it's intentional as chapter 26 is a special chapter that I haven't made yet but will go into a different story dedicated to the special chapters.

Also Spica M, thank you so much for your review. It was quite sweet and it defiantly gave me some motivation to at least remember I had Bel Box as something that I created.

Actually I'm thankful for all the reviews that I get because most of them just make me smile! Of course since it's been a while since I've written for Bel Box my writing style and ideas are slightly off from the original premise of what I had. So sorry for the odd writing style and thank you for the support. m(=A=)m

Chapter 27: Consequences

After Harry learnt that it was indeed the twins that made the terrible Incident (captials needed once more) he swiftly learnt to avoid them and watched over his food that would make even Snape impressed if he wasn't a bitter old bat that liked to make children cry.

It was a bit like the old days living with the Dursleys', what with how he had to watch over his food and eat quickly otherwise Dudley would complain and eat Harry's food when Aunt Petunia switched Harry's food for Dudley's empty plate.

Harry in these times of remembering his childhood liked to remember the times when his childhood sucked Merlin's baggy pants less and pretended that it wasn't probably borderline abusive because it wasn't.

Really, it wasn't.

His family just slightly hated him, that's all. It was fine, he stopped trying for their love ages ago when he learnt that he wasn't going to get their love ever.

So yeah, not abusive childhood. He slightly disliked them as well so it was mutual.

During these times of not remembering abuse Hermione liked to give him concerned looks while Ron was alternating between pity and concern whenever Hermione elbowed him.

In fact thanks to the twins suddenly and quite rightfully pranking all of his things he had to rush from class to class never lingering too long.

On the plus side at least he didn't spend much time around Professor Fran anymore as Harry took to hiding in his dorm room to get away from everyone.

Neville had been surprisingly helpful with getting people away from him or at least Harry hoped that he was because otherwise Neville really had been tripping over his own feet and Harry didn't bother to help him.

Unfortunately thanks to Harry avoiding just about everyone he managed to get cornered by the two that he didn't want to talk to again and it wasn't Molly and Arthur.

'Hey ya, Harry,' said the left twin that was surrounding him.

'It's been-' said the right twin that had placed his hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him from bolting.

'-a long time-' the left twin walked slightly closer to Harry enough for Harry to probably count all of his freckles without his glasses on.

'-since we've talked to you,' said both twin in unison.

'Er- yeah, long time no talk, I was just about to go somewhere so could I leave?' asked Harry.

He really didn't want to be here. Not in a place where there was only the Weasley twins and Harry and where the closest living person was a good 50 metres away.

'Hey, we just wanted to talk to you,' said the left twin.

'It's all a bit private, so that's why we had to drag you here,' said the right twin.

'Actually it's-'

'-about how you're-'

'-going to help-'

'-us and how-'

'-you're going to-'

'-earn our forgiveness,'

'Forgiveness?' questioned Harry.

Left, right, left, right. Merlin were the twins confusing when they were doing their twin speak.

'Indeed, Harry our old boy-'

'-we wanted you to help us-'

'-then we will not harm you again-'

'-over your confusion over our-'

'-dear old mum, she was in quite-'

'-the fit over what you accused her of.'

'Quite the fit. I dare say she was almost-'

'-wanting to send you a howler-'

'-and you don't want a howler from mum.'

'Luckily for you we managed to-'

'-convince her that we'd help-'

'-protect her honour.'

'So now you will-'

'-help us with our honour.'

'Oh Forge, you so do have a way with words,' said the left twin.

'As do you Gred, makes me glad we're twins,' said the right twin. The both shared a laugh while Harry stood there awkwardly under the right twin's hand. Harry wasn't that short but the twins were certainly tall.

'So what do you want from me?' asked Harry.

'Your help in making sure-'

'-that everyone is in the Great Hall-'

'-for lunch on next Tuesday,'

'How am I meant to do that?'

'Ah, yes, the best part of the plan-'

'-I do so like this part as well-'

'-and the final part of the revenge-'

'-against our mother's honour.'

'We want you to confess your love to Professor Fran,' they said in unison again.

'What.' growled Harry. He was so close to just getting his knife out and murdering Professor Fran. So close.

'We don't care how you do it-'

'-we just want it embarrassing-'

'-embarrassing enough that the whole school-'

'-would want to see it.'

'We personally recommend the terrible-'

'-don't forget lyrical, brother-'

'-I certainly won't forget about the lyrical part of the song about Professor Fran's best qualities,'

'So I need to sing a Merlin damned song about Professor Fran on next Tuesday?'

Harry was getting fed up with this whole liking Professor Fran thing. He couldn't wait until the D.A.D.A. curse came and kicked Professor Fran out of Hogwarts for good.

'Yes-'

'-that's essentially what we want you-'

'-to do and then all is forgiven.'

'Fine but I'll make it worse than what I got from Ginny in second year,' warned Harry.

'The more terrible-'

'-it is the better,' said the left twin and then they both left Harry standing in the empty corridor.

Harry sighed before leaving as well. He had a terrible song to create for 3 day's time. Why was it always 3 days?

Well it wasn't like Harry was actually going to finish that diary for Divination anyway so he could probably use that time to find as many rhyming things for the word "Green". Did "fiend" count?

Over the next couple of days Hermione and Ron were both giving him actual concerned looks as opposed to the concerned looks he got when he was waving around a knife and saying that he was dreaming of pineapples.

The two had cornered him similarly like how the twins had cornered him except Ron nor Hermione had a hand on his shoulder and they cornered him in the common room where he was trying to find words that rhymed with "mint".

'Harry, there's been some rumours,' said Hermione delicately.

'That's one word for them, rubbish is what I'd call it,' said Ron. Good old faithful Ron and his Tomato hat.

'Ron!' hissed Hermione.

'What? It is rubbish, Harry here doesn't like blokes. He likes Cho, the Ravenclaw seeker,' said Ron. If Harry was into guys then Ron would be at the top of the list of which guys he'd defiantly date excluding that one time last year where he was a complete and utter prat.

'Harry, there's been some rumours that you're...,'

'Hey, mate, are you really going to confess to Professor Fran on Tuesday? It's all made-up, right?'

Harry blinked at that. Apparently the twins had spread the word to get people in lunch on Tuesday. But how to respond to that? Yes he was going to confess in the most unbelievable way or no he wasn't going to confess but if he said that then people possibly weren't going to come on Tuesday.

Bugger.

'...Yes,' said Harry.

'Yes to what?' asked Hermione.

'Yes,' said Harry again and tried to walk away from his friends. Unfortunately Ron had seen the parchment in his hands.

'Hey, what's this?' asked Ron as he grabbed the parchment from Harry's hands.

'Hey! Give that back!' shouted Harry getting everyone who was in the common room's attention.

"You're eyes are like blank fog, and you smell faintly like smog? Harry what is this?' asked Ron.

'Oh, Harry. The rumours...they're true aren't they? Why didn't you tell us that you liked him? We could have had helped you with your poem,' said Hermione, her eyes tearing up a bit with hurt in her eyes.

'Look, I don't need help and I don't want any. Now give me back my parchment, I need that,' said Harry trying to ignore the whispers that circled around the common room and Ginny's gasp and sudden departure from the common room.

Ron reluctantly handed the parchment back looking like his whole world had turned upside down. Was it really so back if he was gay? Not that he was but still...

Harry took the paper and briskly walked up to his dorm room. At least this should get people into the Great Hall but somehow Harry didn't feel quite so happy about that.

Over the next day what he thought would be a quick and simple "oh yes, let's all laugh at Potter" turned into what was becoming worse than last year especially what the offers from guys in other houses and some from his own coming through owl and quite a lot of scorn.

Despite what Neville might think saying "Don't worry Harry, quite a few pureblood families use blood adoption for their heirs if they can't have one," wasn't actually helpful. Neither was Hermione's over baring need to try and help him make a better song.

Also whenever he passed the Weasley twins' they'd both wink at him and act very familiar with him. Asses. But one time when what he thought might be George whispered in his ear "Sorry, mate, just a little longer than everything will be fine," causing Collin to try and take a picture of it.
It really didn't help that maybe Fred told Collin just a few moments before to "Take a picture, that way it'll last longer,".

Tuesday quickly arrived and everyone during that breakfast were trying to either glare/make eyes at him or give him pointed looks towards Professor Fran (Hermione, stop with those looks! If I want to confess to someone I'll do it on my own. Yes I really will confess. And yes I will confess with bad songs if I want!)

Thank Merlin that he didn't have Professor Fran for Tuesdays, he did however have Umbridge instead so he wasn't quite so lucky but by this point anything would be better than Professor Fran. Even if it was Umbridge trying to get him to land himself in detention. Especially Umbridge trying to actively get him to land himself in detention.

Just a bit more was going to be Harry's official chant to anything.

Harry felt all self worth that he had gained during Hogwarts slowly die away as he saw just how many people had showed up for lunch in the Great Hall. Even the professors had shown up. All of them. Even Professor Trelawney had shown up and was looking like she was trying to talk to Professor Spout but was in fact just annoying her.

The Weasley twins were also missing.

Well here goes nothing.

Harry dragged his feet towards the professor's table before stopping in front of Professor Fran. He let his face pinch into a grimace and tried not to think about the chances with Cho were now probably at zero.

Harry cleared his throat to try to get the phlegm out of his throat but only succeeded in getting Professor Fran's attention. Bugger.

'Yes. Second-in-command-number-two. Do you need me for something.'

There was a ringing silence in the Great Hall filled with unvoiced expectant need for gossip and blackmail.

'To Professor Fran. Your eyes are like blank fog, you smell faintly of smog. I like the way you say you're a magician, as if you were on a mission, to make that true, and make me feel like causing a coup. You have green hair, that shouldn't be bare. You wear a toad hat, even if you say it's a frog at that. From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely hope we part,' said Harry in the most deadpan, sarcastic voice that he could possibly put on to be used on opponents and enemies alike.

He dare say that he learnt that voice from Professor Fran so he probably did learn something from the guy.

'...Who's going to be the one to give angel shark number two detention.'

There was a faint rumbling coming from the castle and from the windows behind the professor's table Harry could see smoke.

'Potter,' said Snape.

'Yes?' said Harry embolden by the fact that he did a really bad poem to a teacher.

'Detention,' said Snape and Umbridge, who both just looked at each other from around Hagrid.

Then the Weasley twins swept through the Great Hall throwing fireworks and were probably their own products onto the benches where all the food was.

It was explosive.

And the show was almost worth giving up his self worth to give a bad poem and the detentions that he got.

So we finally have the part where the Weasley twins leave but in this case it's a bit earlier than the actual time line and they use Harry as a distraction.

Also more Neville. The Big Boss is much needed.

I've also noticed in my writing that Fran's speech style subtly changes around chapter 8 from quite a fair bit of expression to slightly less expression and more full stops. Either Fran is done as a teacher/person or I'm done with Fran's speech style and I can't tell which one it is.

This is also probably the end of using Harry to make it look like he likes Fran for anything like confessions and love potions.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate summer? Because I do but that's what I get for living in Australia and also the reason why I made this chapter.

Expect another chapter at least before Christmas because Fran does like to get vengeance.

Also I live for bad pick up lines and terrible poems. Once did a poem made out of pick up lines. I was so proud of it.