Harry Potter and the Death of Twilight

The wind whistled softly among the trees. Above, the stars were shining down on Hermione. As usual, she was reading. Treldins and trelmites were a new subject on which Hermione had not yet read. She was finding them interesting, similar to the remrors they groomed in herbology. She was knocked out of her trance of studying when she heard footsteps ascending the steps to the owlry.

"Why do you have stardust in your hair?" Ron demanded, he wanted to know the answer passionately. His heart desired to know.

"Why do you care!" the brainiac stomped off, in too many tears to count. In a couple seconds, she'll be soaked like pee, Ron thought amusedly. What fun!

Ron strolled around the owlry all alone. But actually, he was not alone. Harry was spying on him. Every time Ron stepped his way, Harry would scream, "What the…!" but Ron, being a tweak odd, never heard.

But Neville did. He bounded right through the owlry door to come to his friend's aid. When he spied Harry, he tripped Ron. Ok, he thought emotionally.

"You got the goods?" Longbottom demanded. Ron sat up curiously. Neville knocked him back down with a passionate eye-rolling movement.

"Yup." Harry handed a bowl with a miniscule green pee inside. Neville cautiously pressed the pea. Out popped a red-headed corpse.

"Nice, Hairy. You did well."

"My gratitude, Master Neville of the Bottoms that are Long." Harry bowed, hit his head on the floor and passed out.

"Nice," Neville repeated. "Very nice." He walked off with the dead Ginny over his broad, masculin shoulders.

When Harry awoke, he saw an eye. He screamed. Nevermind that though, because it was only Ron.

"Only joking," Fred bickered.

"Only joking, back." George bickered back.

"I wasn't talking to you." Fred retorted.

"Oh." George retorted back.

"Nice," Neville repeaed, "Very nice."

Later, Harry and Ron found Hermoine in the tunnel to hogmeade. She was eating pie at the time of the crime. It was totally yummy.

The End, OK?