Author's Note: Well, here it is *beams*: the first chapter of the sequel to "Lost in London"! Before we get into the actual story, though, there's three things you need to know:

1. This story takes place the summer after Fred, George, and Lee's seventh year.

2. Some of the items for pranks that Fred, George, and Lee will undoubtedly pull will be from OotP. I don't really consider this a spoiler, but I just thought I should let you all know in case any of you do.

3. I have to go back to school next week *sulks and mutters*, so my updates will be farther apart than they used to be.

Disclaimer: To make a long story short, I don't own Fred, George, or Lee. I just borrow them and hope that they'll still be fit to appear in all future Harry Potter books once I'm through with them! !-)

Chapter 1: For Old Time's Sake

Fred Weasley opened his eyes and blinked against the early morning sunlight that was streaming in through the window of the bedroom that he shared with George. He sat up and yawned, running a hand through his tousled red hair as he looked over at the reason he'd been awakened in the first place: George and his snoring.

"Blimey, he could wake a drunk goblin!" muttered Fred groggily to no one in particular. It was Sunday, the one day of the week where he, George, and Lee could sleep in as late as they wanted since they closed Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for the day.

Fred sighed in an exasperated way as yet another one of George's snores that Fred was sure shook the room split through the air. Deciding that enough was enough, he shoved his covers back and climbed out of bed, stepping over the piles of clothes, shoes, and the occasional Chocolate Frog as he made his way over to his brother's bed. Smirking, he knelt down next to his twin's head and whispered, "George?"

George muttered something in his sleep and pulled his blankets over is head.

"George?" said Fred, slightly louder this time. A snore from under the covers was the only response he got. Not about to give up, Fred lifted the blanket a few inches off of George's ear, drew in a deep breath, and screamed, "GEORGE!" at the top of his lungs.

Letting out a cry like a startled animal, George sat bolt upright in bed, got tangled in his sheets, and toppled off of the bed, landing in a rather undignified heap on floor. Fred, though he struggled to keep from laughing, was unable to suppress a satisfied smirk as George stood from the other side of the bed, yanking the sheet that had landed on top of him when he'd fallen off of his head as he glowered at Fred.

"What did you do that for?" he asked in annoyance at being woken up.

"What?" said Fred, trying and failing to sound innocent. "I just curious about whether you were snoring, or if a dragon had somehow gotten inside of your mouth and was causing the awful racket that woke me up. It was the first one."

"Glad you were able to satisfy your curiosity," said George, though he wasn't really angry and was only retorting for show, "but did you have to wake me up?"

"Hm...no, actually, I didn't," said Fred lightly, his smirk broadening at the glower that George was sending him. "It just seemed like it would be fun. Besides, now that you're awake, you can help me wake Lee up."

The look of remaining grumpiness instantly vanished from George's face, and a look of mingled curiosity and desire to cause mischief took its place. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. Fred bent down and picked up a pack of Dungbombs from beside George's bed, pulling a dirty sock off of the package as he straightened.

"How about these?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Alright," agreed George. "But let's not use too many. Remember what happened last time?"

"How could I forget?" replied Fred, rolling his eyes as he handed George a Dungbomb and pocketed one for himself before he set the bag carefully back onto the ground. "We had to stay with Mum and Dad for a week while this place aired out!"

They made their way over to the door and went into the hallway. Then, walking in silence that only those who are used to sneaking around and pulling pranks on people possess, they crept up the small hallway to Lee's room and quietly opened the door. Lee was completely hidden beneath his blankets except for his left foot, which was sticking out from the covers to just slightly beyond his mattress.

"Odd, but we seem to discover more uses for these little beauties every day," said Fred, looking at the Dungbomb in his hand with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, they're dead useful with a deadly smell to match," agreed George, peering into Lee's room and trying to calculate just how hard he would need to chuck his Dungbomb to make it land on right next to Lee's bed on a pile of clothes that had yet to be put away.

"Let's do it now, before he wakes up," suggested Fred, though he knew that he odds of Lee waking up before noon without outside help were next to none.

"Right," agreed George, nodding and taking careful aim with his Dungbomb.

"Ready," said Fred, grasping his own Dungbomb in his hand. "Aim...FIRE!" The two of them chucked the Dungbombs into the room and slammed the door shut again.

"ARGH!" came Lee's voice a moment later, along with much coughing and cursing. Fred and George exchanged a grin and stepped back to lean casually against the wall as they heard the patter of Lee's feet as he wrenched the door open and bolted into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. He leaned against his door, taking in deep breaths of clean air as he glared at Fred and George.

"I'm going to bloody kill you two for that!" he said.

"Good morning to you too, Lee," said Fred brightly.

"Sleep well?" asked George innocently. Lee sighed and threw his hands up in the air in a rather exasperated fashion.

"Yeah, I slept well," he said flatly, "though I would have slept a lot better if some people hadn't taken it upon themselves to give me a personal wake-up call!"

"You wouldn't have slept better," said Fred.

"Just longer," added George.

"You know what I mean," grumbled Lee, rubbing sleep from his eyes before adding, "And thanks loads for making my room smell like a Slytherin! I almost feel bad for that bloke that I dropped a Dungbomb in front of that day before our third year when we checked out Muggle London; I'd forgotten how much they smell when you're caught in the center of them!"

"Yeah, I remember that guy. I thought we'd never get any sort of reaction out of him," said George, grinning at the memory.

"That was such a great day!" added Fred.

"Until your mum found us," said Lee, smiling grimly in spite of himself. "I thought she'd never stop yelling once we got back to your house!"

"I don't reckon she would've stopped if she hadn't lost her voice," said Fred. Lee nodded, then looked back at his bedroom door in disgust.

"Well, I can't go back in there for at least a day or so," he said, though his voice was now more of amusement than grumpiness, "so what say we spend the rest of the day in Muggle London for old time's sake? We could get some Muggle money and a map of the city at Gringotts."

Fred looked over at George. "What do you reckon?" he asked, though he already knew what George's answer would be by the grin spreading across George's face.

"I reckon," said George, "that one, we'd better go and look for our set of Muggle clothes and two, that we'd better stay away from Speaker's Corner this time. I dunno about you, but I don't really want to get chased by a crazy short bloke and a mad mob this time around."

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I think I might be able to post one more time before school starts, but I have a couple of things going on over the next few days, so we'll just see how it all goes. Anyway, REVIEW! If you like it, review. If you hate it, review. Either way, just review! Also, which one do you like best: Fred, George, or Lee? I like George! :-)

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