A/N: So this is today's word: Eructation. It means the act of belching; a belch. The story takes place during Harry's fifth year. Enjoy and review.

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Eructation

It was another boring day in Hogwarts. Umbridge was still trying to take over the school, McGonagall was still trying to catch Fred and George Weasley, everybody was still belching…

Wait, everybody was still belching? Indeed everybody was. This is the story of the Belch-prank:

Fred and George had decided something. They were going to cause mayhem. There only was one problem: what should they do?

'I still think we should turn the teachers in monkeys. We won't get detention and no class, it would be perfect!' said George, daydreaming.

'But when the ministry finds out…'

'We turn them into monkeys too!' George said, coming out of his thoughts of all the other mayhem they could do without teachers.

'We can't fight against Aurors. Or against Dumbledore, it's just not going to happen', answered Fred while removing all their creations out of his trunk.

'Harry can. He can even fight Voldemort!'

'But will he help us out?' They pondered for a second.

'Of course he will! He gave us all the money, he won't mind being an outcast because he helped us out'. The matter was settled. Harry would help them turn everybody in monkeys.

'Let's just ask, to be sure'. And so they went searching for Harry Potter.

They walked into the Common Room. No Harry.

'Hey Ginny! Do you know where Harry is?' They looked at the petite girl. She waved her hand, annoyed.

'Leave me alone. How should I know where he is?'

'Maybe because-'

'You're in love-'

'With the-boy-who-lived?' Ginny got red and continued making her homework. Annoying sister.

Their next stop was Umbridge's office. They knew that Harry spent a lot of time in detention with the old toad. They opened the door (which wasn't locked) and looked in. No Harry. Umbridge caught sight of them. Shit. McGonagall was in the same room. Double shit. They closed the door and ran away.

'That was close', sighed Fred.

'Look at where we are!' they were near the Room of Requirement. Obviously Harry would be there. Or so they thought.

'Just open the door!'

'which door?'

'That door in front of your nose, stupid'.

'There isn't any door!'

'Blind bat!' Fred paused. 'You're right.'

'Well, where is he?'

'There's only one place he can be.' They looked at each other. 'Oh no.'

The library. It's doomed. It's even said on the Marauders Map: The library, the doomed place. And they trusted the Marauders.

'I'm not going in', begged George.

'I'm not going in either.'

'OI! YOU MIDGET! GET HERE!' yelled George.

'What's your name?'

'Euan, Euan Abercrombie', the boy squeaked. (The boy has obviously watched James Bond)

'Euan, could you get Harry Potter for me?' The boy nodded.

'Well, what are you waiting for? GO!' The boy ran as fast as he could. They sat down and waited. A few minutes later he came back.

'He doesn't want to come'.

'Well. Thank you then Ian. See ya later!' They walked away.

'What should we do now?' whined George.

'We need to do something better. It has to be perfect, and no one should expect it'.

'But what's more perfect than no school? Nothing!' They were desperate.

'We could just make up a spell! Just like the marauders…' George thought aloud.

'Cool!'

'Eructation!' they whispered, wands pointing to the students. They were in the Great Hall.

Everybody belched. An echo was heard. Fred and George tried to keep in their laughter, but failed. McGonagall saw them and said:

'BUUURRPPP!' This caused quite some laughter.

'Oh, oh' said George and he started running. His brother followed suit.

'Burp!'

THE END

A/N: this took me quite some time, so I don't think I can make a story everyday. Ciao. Review