#hpthorcrossovers

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Quietly (but not without matching, scheming grins) the two identical redheaded boys waited their turn to sit under the Sorting Hat. They wore pointed black caps and matching black robes; the uniform pants underneath them rolled up and hemmed several times over. In unison they turned to the boy next to them, still grinning. The boy’s dark eyebrows drew together in confusion at the looks.

“What?” the boy asked.

“I’m Fred,” one of the redheads said, holding out a hand to shake. His brother elbowed him, sticking out his tongue.

“You’re not Fred, I am!” he said, proffering his own hand to the other boy in lieu of his brother’s. “Don’t mind George, he’s not all there if y’know what I mean,” this second part was whispered conspiratorially, though loud enough for the other twin to hear. The two boys shook hands, the black-haired boy smiling happily and giving a small laugh.

“Odinson, Loki,” Professor McGonagall called out from her scroll. The black haired boy gave another smile to the twins, gesturing to the stool and the hat that the woman held.

“That’s me, then,” he said, and headed up the steps.

When the boy’s face fell as the hat called out “Slytherin!” before it even touched his head, Fred and George Weasley decided that they really didn’t care what house he happened to be in.

~~~~~

A crowd of students, teachers, ghosts and Inquisitors surrounded the three boys. Above them, circling one of the grand light fixtures of the hall while cackling madly, was Peeves. Loki’s hand clenched tightly around his wand (seventeen inches, Tilia, whippy, with a dragon heartstring core), wary of the triumphant looks on the faces of the Inquisitors around them. Fred and George stood on either side of him, and the three boys seemed to be very much cornered.

“So… You think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?” Several steps up the stairs from where they stood, a vision of pink and ugly by the name of Dolores Umbridge stood. She regarded the three boys with a disdainful look down her squashed nose.

“Pretty amusing, yeah,” Fred was the first of the three to speak. He and his twin looked completely without fear; despite facing down what they knew would be a very harsh punishment if they ever got caught after this little jaunt.

“I was pushing for shaving the first years’ heads, personally,” Loki said with a smile and a shrug. “But in the end it was a unanimous decision to test the Portable Swamp instead.” Umbridge fixed the dark-haired Slytherin with a heavy glare and crossed her arms. She didn’t even uncross them or acknowledge Filch as he elbowed his way to her side through the crowd, waving a few papers and yelling about whippings.

“You three are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school,” Umbridge ground out. Beside Loki, Fred took a half-step forward and smiled.

“You know what? I don’t think we are,” he turned to his twin and their (against all unspoken house rules) Slytherin best friend. “Gentlemen, I believe we’ve outgrown full-time education,” he said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Loki nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself,” George agreed.

“I say we take our leave of this particular institution,” Loki added.

“Test our talents in the real world?” Fred asked of the two of them.

“Most certainly,” both Loki and George answered.

And before Umbridge or anyone else could do anything about it, the three seventh-year boys raised their wands above their heads and said in unison, “Accio Brooms!”

~~~~~

As the shield went up around the school, turning the night sky into a web of beautiful light and shimmering spots, three men stood on the parapet of the roof of the castle. They leaned on the stone wall in front of them, surveying the grounds and the forest beyond them with small half-smiles on their faces.

“Never thought I’d end up back here,” Loki was the first to speak. His wand was shoved behind his ear and his shaggy black hair tied into a small low ponytail. His bangs were still free, though, and they whipped about in the small breezes that the early May night provided. “Especially not with Snape in charge and Death Eaters all over.”

“True enough,” George nodded. “This may very well be the end of it though, you know.”

“I do know,” Loki said. “It won’t be too much longer before we’re up to our ears in Dark Wizards and other such unsavory creatures.” He paused a moment before he looked over at George. “You should fare better than me and Fred though; you’ve only got one ear for them to get up to.”

“I ‘ear ya!” George laughed, shoving at his friend’s shoulder with one hand. Their laughter petered out into a comfortable silence. As it continued on, George turned to his uncharacteristically quiet twin.

“Y’alright, Freddie?” he asked. Fred turned and looked at him, flashing a small half-smile.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded.

“Good,” George affirmed.

The three wizards, without much else to say, lapsed back into silence. This time it was heavy, weighing at their chests and minds like a curse. As the first magical lights began to shoot towards the dome protecting the school, Loki reached up and pulled his wand out from behind his ear.