Brett and Raven Do Hogwarts

Prologue

"What the hell is going on?" a black haired, tall and built teenage boy yelled into a nameless room.

"Oh my God, screw off, Danny, I'm trying to sleep, God Dammit!" a pissed off teenage girl snapped back.

The only way to describe this relationship was to brand it, and officially stamp it with the label of 'Siblingism'.

"Brett, your room looks like David's face, all messed up and shit," the boy called.

Brett didn't reply, she knew that when Danny made reference to David, he was referring to his arch nemesis, the kid he hated with a passion. He wanted nothing more than to kill David. Brett didn't know why or how he planned to do so, but she knew that her brother was a messed up kid, or at least that he made himself out to be that way. It was his way of making people scared of him.

"What do you want? I don't have time for this shit. In case you failed to notice, last night was a late night for me, and I haven't had much sleep."

"It's Raven. She's been in an accident, and the doctors say she won't make it through the night."

Danny's voice was far too casual to give Brett even the slightest idea that maybe Raven was actually hurt. "So Raven's on the phone for me then? Pass it up bro!"

"Don't talk black, ever again. You know how I feel about that."

"About what? Talking black?"

"Uh... isn't Sean hot?"

"You mean Sean as in your best friend Sean?"

"Hey!" In walked Sean. He was at least a foot shorter than Danny, but was wearing the exact same apparel as his taller friend.

"What the hell is this? A Homo convention?" Brett joked.

"Oh yeah. Sean you're so hot, come here baby, I want you now!" Danny blurted out as he pretended to caress Sean's head.

"Fuck dude, screw off..." Sean laughed out hysterically, while snatching the phone from Danny's hand.

"Give it here Sean." He passed the phone to Brett freely. "Thanksman," she finished quickly, combining the two words into one complete word.

"Benson's Castle, what's your hassle?" Brett chanted freely.

Danny and Sean left the room as a feminine voice on the other end chimed up. "Hey Brett. It's me."

She knew it was Raven, and silently criticised her feminine voice, as Brett's was much manlier. No biggie though, Brett loved her voice, it made her unique. "So, what are you up to?"

"Nothing fancy. Actually, I'm calling on business. We've got that meeting with the Council tomorrow and..."

"And we need to come up with a believable, and mutual story. One which we can both easily make sound as though it's completely true," Brett interrupted.

"Brett, the Council knows their shit, and uh, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but we both know that they're going to see right through any story we give them."

"What's with the negative vibes, skid?"

"It's nothing like that, it's not that I doubt your capabilities in coming up with something believable, it's just that I know we're going to be fucked, big time fucked if we lie. They'll see right through, and charge us with a bigger punishment."

"Well then, what's your plan of action?"

"We should tell the truth. This way, they'll know we're telling the truth, and take that as a good thing. In the event that we don't try to cover up our wrongs, they'll think we've learned our lesson. We can even make it seem as though we feel really guilty. Then they won't charge us as badly. You feeling me on this one?"

"For sure, for sure. But that's enough about the matter of the 'us-fucking-up-big time' topic. In other news, have you felt the breeze?"

"What breeze? The one outside?"

"Damn straight the one outside. I'll meet you at the lake in twenty minutes. Let's go wind surfing."

With that, both girls hung up the phone and headed to the beach.

The next morning, they met up at school. The hallways of Facinelli School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed exceptionally empty and un-sympathetic. Public magic school was a great time. The kids were free to wear what they want, speak as they please, and go home to home cooked meals every night. It's not like they ever went home after school anyway. They all went to a friend's house or up town to skateboard and what not. The little magical town of Montago Bay, which was only twenty minutes away from Snooze Lake, was a flourishing new-age cesspool of underage wizards and witches. And because Facinelli's school was public, the teens were considered hoodlums. This was the exact reason that Raven and Brett stood in front of Principal Wood's office.

"We're here for our meeting with Mr. Wood, in regards to the Grasshopper incident which occurred last week," Brett announced proudly, while nudging Raven's rib cage.

"Your parents are here, in his office as we speak. I'll go ask if they're ready for you," the plump secretary whose desk tag was labelled 'Mrs. Columnar' said back.

Moments after she disappeared, Raven spoke up. "What the hell is wrong with you, Brett? You're walking around and talking like you're the coolest kid in Facinelli right now!"

"Uh yeah, that's because I am. Dude, nobody else could have pulled off that grasshopper stunt but us, and you know it. This school worships us. We got them all a day off school, to swim and skate and do whatever the hell they want!" Brett retorted.

"Yeah, and if anyone in this damned place agrees with you, it's me. But right now, we're about to be interviewed by the Council, while the principal and our parents sit in and hear the whole story. We need to look guilty and remorseful, remember our plan?"

"Yeah I got it. Hey, here's a thought. We should head over to Seven Eleven after this whole bonspiel and get a slurpee, eh?"

Before Raven could reply, out came Mrs. Columnar. "You can go right in. The Council will be there in a few minutes."

The girls took their seats in front of their parents. In front of them stood ten chairs, standing tall and damn too proud. Brett thought it would be funny to wave to her mom and dad. They didn't agree and sat stern faced.

"Uh... I love you?" she tried to compensate.

They said nothing, which made her uncomfortable. "Maybe we should hold off on those slurpees."

Moments later, the Council walked in. The Council was made up of ten women and men over the age of thirty that had been elected to the position of Council. All members of council had equal say, except for the president of the Council; he had the final word. This meant that whatever the Council agreed on, if the president felt differently, he could overrule them.

It was too bad that Brett thought she could wit her way through the interrogation. The council took her smart and unprofessional way of replying to the questions asked, as rudeness. Despite the fact that the council voted 100 hours of community service as punishment, the president felt differently.

"Ms. Benson, your sharp comments have made me look upon you with a feeling somewhat similar to disgust!"

Brett felt like this guy belonged on the Ministry of Magic in England, not on the branched council in Canada, he was far too professional.

"I therefore have no choice but to overrule this dim-witted and blindsided council, and to officially remove you, and your accomplish, Ms. Kurt, from the Canadian Magical schooling system. You two ladies are no longer welcome in either our public or private facilities. I insist that you clean out your lockers immediately!"

Brett choked so hard that her heart almost came out. She swallowed it back down. "No, you can't do that. Well, yes you can, but not to Raven. This was all my idea, and..."

"Shut the hell up Brett, you know we both planned this fifty-fifty and that the punishment is perfectly deserved by both of us."

"Yeah..."

And with that, they cleaned out their lockers, and headed home. Lucky for them they had already finished all their end of year exams and therefore wouldn't have to repeat a year somewhere else. The only problem was that they didn't have a 'somewhere else'.

Brett has the worst car ride home ever, but things looked up when Raven's family car pulled into the paved driveway. Raven and her dad walked to the door.

"Brett, come to the living room, right now," Mrs. Benson called up to Brett's room.

She made her way downstairs and made a nervous eye signal to Raven who gave the same one back. They sat in the living room. It was awkward, very awkward.

"We've got you both here to tell you something?"

"Oh no, you're getting a divorce, aren't you?" Brett joked out.

"No, of course not. We're kicking your ass out of our house."

"What the hell?" Raven snapped. "Why did I have to come here to hear Brett's parents kick her out?"

"Because we've all been talking, and we've decided to kick you both out of our homes. If you guys think you're so smart and independent, then you can be on your own from now on," Raven's dad said calmly.

Raven blinked. It was all slow motion for a second. The two girls walked upstairs to Brett's room. Brett closed the door, and turned to Raven. A devious smile crept across her sun-tanned face.

"We're leaving home!" both girls chanted excitedly, and exchanged a wildly off course high five, as usual.

Chapter 1

It took the girls about a week to figure out what to do in their situation. They were going to England. They had it all planned out except they needed a place to stay over the summer months. They thought it was hopeless and that they would never find a place for two teenage girls could stay until Brett came up with the best idea.

"Hey, I know these guys from England!"

"Yeah, and I know a guy from Australia, but that's not doing us any good," Raven replied sarcastically.

"Ok, dude, what I meant is, remember when I went on that family vacation to Egypt?" She didn't wait for a reply. "And remember those hot guys I told you about? You know, they were all brothers and two of them were twins, and I was all like 'Whoa twins!' Well, why don't I give them a call and ask them if we can stay there this summer? They told me I was welcome anytime and I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I brought a friend. Besides we'll be starting school with them in September. We might as well get to know them."

"There it is, right there, the Burrow!" Brett pointed it out as they lowered their brooms to the ground. They headed towards the door, and just as they were about to knock, someone came rushing out. Brett managed to dodge out of the way but Raven was knocked down as the mysterious person landed on her.

"Holy crapoly! What the hell, get off me!" Raven exclaimed.

"Sorry, you must be Raven then," said the guy as he got up and then helped her up. Raven was about to reply when there was some sort of commotion coming from inside. Out came a woman who was clearly Mrs. Weasley as she yelled, not realising that Brett and Raven were there.

"Fred! What did I tell you about you and George making those jokes? Where is George, he should be hearing this too! If I find another one of your...oh hello dears," she said to Brett and Raven as she noticed them and calmed down immediately. "Brett how lovely it is to see you again," she gave Brett a hug like she was one of her own children, and then turned to Raven and hugged her as well. "And you must be Raven, I am so happy to meet you. I am so glad that you two are here, perhaps you will be able to teach these sons of mine a lesson or two in manners and integrity." She didn't seem to be done with her welcoming speech when she noticed Brett's wristbands. "Oh my goodness Brett, what are those things on your wrists?"

"It's called fighting conformity," Brett said simply.

"Yes of course, very nice dear. Well, come inside, I'll have lunch ready in a few minutes." Mrs. Weasley ushered them in, Fred right behind Raven.

"Thanks," he whispered to her so that his mum didn't hear.

"For what?" Raven asked.

"If you two hadn't been there, I'd still be getting lectured," he replied before asking his mum what they were having for lunch.

After they ate lunch and were introduced to the entire Weasley family minus Bill and Charlie who no longer lived at home, Fred and George showed them to what would be their room for the remainder of the summer. It wasn't that big, just big enough for two beds, two dressers and then a little extra floor room to walk around in. They didn't mind though, it was better then having nowhere to stay at all, and it was really quite cosy looking.

Their company was more than welcome in the Weasley house. The whole family seemed to enjoy their presence. The twins were a riot, and Brett and Raven wouldn't have it any other way. They were constantly pulling pranks and opting to tell a joke, which was fine by the girls. However, it wasn't until late one night, during her third week staying with the Weasleys that Brett noticed something out of place. What was out of place you ask? Raven. Raven was not in her bed, and Brett had a slight idea where she might be.

She sneaked out of bed and onto the stairs. She crept towards the twins' bedroom, and kept her ears as open as she possibly could. She was listening to hear Raven's voice. The night before, Brett had picked up on some flirtatious vibes between Raven and Fred and couldn't help but consider that Raven was perhaps pursuing something at that exact moment.

However, it wasn't less than halfway down the hall that her mission was interrupted.

"Something's not right," Brett said to herself silently.

She continued cautiously, and couldn't help but notice that as she walked towards the door of the twins' room, it seemed to get farther and farther away. Being the headstrong type she is, Brett pushed forward and aimed to complete her personal mission.

CRACK!

Brett jumped at least a foot off the ground, and spun around. She looked into the darkness behind her, but saw nothing. She waited like that for a few minutes until she decided that the old house was acting up, and that the 'crack' she heard merely seemed to be extremely loud. She considered turning back, but being halfway there knew that it was pointless. She spun around and took one final look behind her before turning once more towards the twins' bedroom and began sprinting.

"One, two, three, four, five---"

WHOMP!

She was about to scream, but before she could, a warm, masculine, and rather good smelling hand was concealing her mouth. Whoever this creep was, he was holding onto Brett's waist with his other hand, holding firmly, almost violently, but not really. Brett didn't know how to take it.

"What are you doing running about on some dark stairwell? Is this how you Canadian girls get your kicks? Honestly, I think all that extreme rubbish like snowboarding leaves your sort desperately wanting something dangerous to do," a strong male voice whispered into Brett's ear, in a demeaning, yet somewhat seductive way.

His breath was hot and sent a warm tingle down her body, stopping at her knees, and actually making them weak. She would have collapsed if this guy hadn't been holding her. He slowly took his hand off of her mouth and pulled her shoulder towards him, forcing her to face him.

Now that her eyes had adjusted, she could make out who this was, or could she?

"Hello Fred."

"I'm George," he said bluntly

"That's what I meant."

His mouth effortlessly slipped into a smirk. "I bet you did."

"Well yeah, that's what I said wasn't it? Now in regards to 'us Canadian girls liking dangerous things', what's that all about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I meant by that. All girls say they're looking for something scary and dangerous to do, but when it comes down to it, they're all talk no action. But then you on the other---

"Excuse me? I don't think so. Not all girls are all talk no action!"

"If you had let me finish my sentence, you wouldn't be yelling right now. That's so typical."

Brett could feel the anger burning in her ears. This hotness wasn't as fun as the hotness before. "Please then, enlighten me."

"I was going to say that a lot of girls are all talk no action, but you on the other hand, you 'Midnight Stair Baron', you, are just as much action as talk."

"Is that a good thing then?"

"It is for me." George flashed another smirk.

"Okay, so look, Raven's not in bed."

"Well, neither are you, and look how much fun your having. I wouldn't worry about it."

"Where is she? Is she with Fred?"

"He left the room about twenty minutes ago. He said something about stars or something."

"Oh?" Brett paused, "You don't think that Fred and Raven are out there looking at stars together do you?"

"No, I don't think so," he paused and pulled Brett close, placing his lips against her ear, "I know so." He winked.

"Dammed, now I have to sleep alone! I'm scared of the dark."

"I could sleep with you... if you want that is," George proposed.

"No, that's quite alright, thanks."

Brett turned away to go back to her room, when George's warm hand grabbed her arm gently, but with enough force to stop her. "Watch out for the sixth step down from the one your on. It cracks, and might sound louder than it is." He smiled deviously and turned away.

The next morning, Brett interrogated Raven, insisting that she should be told every little detail about her rendez-vous with Fred.

"Dammit Brett, it was nothing!" Raven insisted.

"So, you had sex, and now you're carrying his child are you?"

Raven laughed furiously. "Hells no. And you shouldn't talk about spontaneous sex. You're the one who had sex with Chris in a corn maze!" Raven joked.

Brett fell off the bed laughing in agony. It wasn't true of course, merely an inside joke, but of all the inside jokes these two shared, this had become a common catch phrase, one that they used often.

During breakfast that morning George gave Brett some seductive looks and some smiles. Not knowing whether or not she wanted to be receiving these things, she pretended not to see them for the time being.

Raven on the other hand, who by the end of summer had still refused to tell Brett about what happened on that star gazing night, hadn't been missing from her bed since. And Brett didn't see any signals flying about between Fred and Raven. But since Raven didn't know about Brett's encounter with George, Brett didn't see any need to pursue finding out if anything had been pursued. However, Brett had known Raven all her life, and she also knew that Raven always kept a little something up her sleeve.