A/N: The first chapter in the story is right below these words. Read on. This chapter was quite easy for me.
Disclaimer: The song in the story is a parody of the song Dynamite, I do not claim the song Dynamite, and I do not claim anything Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling.
Fred slumped down on an overstuffed chair dropping his bags and books over the side. He pulled at the collar of his cloak, trying to cool off after hurrying between classes all day.
Fred reluctantly pushed his chair up to a table, snatched a stack of papers from his bag, and half-heartedly tried to do his homework. He nearly finished a paragraph of his potions essay when George came over from a separate table.
"Dinner time mate," he said. "Save that for later."
Fred gladly stuffed his essay back into his bag. He stood and grabbed his other things.
"Thank Merlin, I though it'de never be—" He paused when his hand brushed something in his bag.
George looked at Fred, quizzically.
"Never be..?" He said.
"Time." Said Fred, pulling a round shaped item out of his bag.
"Ge?"
"Yeah?"
"Any pranks planned for tonight?" Said Fred, looking at the object with a grin.
"No," said George. "Nothing planned 'till next week, why?"
Fred held up the item for George to see.
"Ge, I think it's dungbomb night.
Fred led George to the entrance to the Great Hall. He shifted the sack on his shoulders, which was filled with every dungbomb he could find in fifteen minutes.
"We're prob'ly gonna get detention for this, you know…" Said George, shifting a bag similar to Fred's.
They starred at each other for a few seconds before bursting in to loud guffaws.
Fred peered around the giant doors into the Great Hall, still chuckling.
"Everyone's in their seats," said Fred. "It's now or never."
Fred and George both loosened the ties of their sacks.
"Read?" Said George.
"Ready."
They clutched their bags tight, tensed, and leaped out into the entryway. Fred nodded at George, and they started to sing-
"Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey all you fans-fans-fans-fans
We got some goodies in these bags-bags-bags-bags"
They danced down the aisles, swinging their bags, everyone's eyes glued to them.
"In them're all our favorite brands-brands-brands-brands
Let's let 'em loose just like we planned-planned-planned-planned
Yeah, yeah"
Fred and George jumped up on the Hufflepuff table, dodged a few angrily thrown éclairs, and continued singing.
"Turn them on and on and on
And turn those on and on and on
YEAH!"
They opened the bags, pulled out handfuls of dungbombs and proceeded to hurl them in random directions.
"We throw dungbombs in the air sometimes
Sayin' ay-oh
Let them all go!
It's time to celebrate dungbomb night
Sayin' ay-oh
Let the stench flow"
Lee Jordan scrambled onto the Hufflepuff table, and joined Fred and George in the singing and dungbomb hurling.
"Cuz we gon' rock this hall
Yeah we gon' go all night
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night
Yeah we threw some once
And we threw some twice
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night!"
By now the teachers had organized themselves, and were working their way through the flailing students. Fred, George, and Lee started to back towards the door, hoping to make a quick getaway when the time was right.
"You'd better move-move-move-move
Get out of the way of flying poo-poo-poo-poo
Watch that bomb as it flew-flew-flew-flew
To land splash in Snape's stew-stew-stew-stew
Yeah, yeah"
They took careful aim now, as most of the bombs had been used.
"Throw them at Ron and Tom and John
And throw 'em at Snape and Lee and Sean
Yeah"
Lee glared at George of Ge had thrown a dungbomb at him. He quickly forgot when they began singing again.
"We throw dungbombs in the air sometimes
Sayin' ay-oh
Let them all go!
It's time to celebrate dungbomb night
Sayin' ay-oh
Let the stench flow
Cuz we gon' rock this hall
Yeah we gon' go all night
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night
Yeah we threw some once
And we threw some twice
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night"
Fred, George, and Lee stood in the entry way, making a last stand before it was time to flee.
"When we've thrown them all
We'll be the last ones standing
They're gonna fall around but
Mine'll be the last one landing
Oh you can't believe it
You see them all fall, see them all fall
The smell of dung's in the air
Du'ungs in the air
Smell of dung in the air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air"
They raised the volume of their voices for the last chorus.
"We throw dungbombs in the air sometimes
Sayin' ay-oh
Let them all go!
It's time to celebrate dungbomb night
Sayin' ay-oh
Let the stench flow
Cuz we gon' rock this hall
Yeah we gon' go all night
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night
Yeah we threw some once
And we threw some twice
We gon' stink it up
Cuz it's dungbomb night"
"Hope you had a great dungbomb night," yelled Fred. "Cuz I sure did!"
Fred whipped around and shot down a hallway, headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.
He, George, and Lee paused in an empty class room to catch their breath after sprinting a good distance away from the angry crowds.
"That," said Lee, stopping to take in a breath, "Was the greatest prank so far!"
Fred chocked as he tried to talk, laugh, and pant at the same time.
"Yeah," He managed to say. "That was a pretty good one."
"What's really the best part of it is we didn't get caught!" Said George, through a wide grin.
"Oh dear, we are in trouble." Came a voice from behind them.
Fred jumped, that voice, the voice of his school enemy.
The three turned, but too slowly, Lee and George fell to the ground, motionless. Fred was able to say something before he was hit with a spell.
"H-how?" He stuttered. "You're a squib!"
Filtch grinned at Fred, an insane, gleeful grin.
"Not anymore!" He said, flicking his wand.
Fred fell forward, and was able to see something inscribed on the side of Filtch's wand before he blacked out.
KwickSpell.
A/N: There will be more chapters soon, so keep a look out on the story!
Thanks go to my sister; she did the most in making the parody.
BeanMaster ©