Vandals of Hogwarts

This story was written for the Veritaserum Challenge. I hope you enjoy the mystery that Albus Dumbledore tries to figure out.

Chapter One

"This will simply not do," Dumbledore muttered worrily. "Vandals. At Hogwarts. I could have never imagined it."

Dumbledore looked at the wall by his office door. It was covered in graffiti, and to make it that, it was magical graffiti, that could only be removed by the vandal who did it. Dumbledore sighed. "I guess we can only find out who did it through questioning. Snape, get me five bottles of Veritaserum. That's all I'll need."

Snape, who was standing by, said, "But Dumbledore, only five? IT could be anyone in the entire school! It could be Mrs. Norris for all we know!"

"No, I have a pretty good idea who it is," Dumbledore replied in his mysterious tone.

"Fred Weasley." Both of them said it spontaneously.

"Hey Dumbledore." Fred walked casually through the office. "Why summon me?"

"Here, Fred, have a drink. You must be thirsty after your long walk up the stairs," Dumbledore insisted.

"Not that thirsty," Fred said.

"Oh, but I insist! It's some of my finest pumpkin juice," Dumbledore gestured for him to take the cup.

"Y'know, I've always found pumpkins a bit bland for my taste," Fred replied. "Never liked them that much. I hope you can keep a secret."

"Actually, I think this is cherry, um, what do you call it, Kool-Aid." Dumbledore pretended to correct himself.

"Are you kiddin' me? I love Kool-Aid!" Fred grabbed the glass and guzzled its contents.

"Good, good. Now Fred, have you heard about the vandalism around my office?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, I sure have, considering its right next to your office." Fred answered.

"Do you know who has done it?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yeah," Fred said, looking around the room. "Wow, sir, you have a lot of certificates up there."

"Yes, I do. Now, what's your answer to my question?" Dumbledore asked, still with his mysterious, clam tone.

"Is that a certificate for the Rainbow Unicorn club?" Fred's eyes grew wide.

"Why yes, it is. Now, get back to the question," Dumbledore was getting annoyed.

"OMG, you're a member! So am I! I absolutely love Rainbow Unicorns!" Fred was excited. And revealing his secrets. Good. The Veritaserum was working now.

"But please, do you know anything about the vandals?" Dumbledore was back to being calm and mysterious.

"Well, I told everyone that I wouldn't say this," Fred started. Dumbledore crossed his fingers. This was it. "I said that I wouldn't say that I had a can of magic graffiti."

"Yes!" Dumbledore cried aloud.

"Then I said that I wouldn't say that little sis borrowed my can of magic graffiti. I don't know what she was going to do with it, but I said ok. Are you a member of the Unicorn club for over five years?"

"So, your sister borrowed your graffiti can?" Dumbledore said with a sigh. But at least he had another suspect.

"Yeah," Fred replied. "Hey, do you collect collector's plates? I do."

Dumbledore almost said that he did. But he restrained himself.

"Just get out of my office, will you?"

"Yeah, sure. Did you know that my favorite pair of T-shirt is Spiderman? It's obviously the best." Fred said.

"Out. Of. My office. NOW!" Dumbledore yelled, losing his temper.

"Yeah, sure Dumblydore. That's what we call you behind your back, y'know." Fred said as he left.

Now to have a talk with Ginny Weasely. And Fred's friends. Dumbledore hated being called Dumblydore.