Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, that honor goes to JK, I just own the strange plot bunnies jumping around in my head. This one just happen to hop high enough to be released.

AN: This takes place the summer between Harry's fifth and sixth year. I am ignoring the revelations that happen in sixth book entirely, but it shouldn't make much of a difference because I am only dabbling a little in the school year. I think only one scene, but that may change as often as the wind.

AN2: BTW, this is also going to turn into somewhat of a song fic.

Chapter One

The opportunity for doing mischief is found a hundred times a day, and of doing good once in a year. Voltaire

"A little more powder Fred." whispered one of the two redheads leaning over the saucepan. The second redhead tilted a jar of shimmering dust while murmuring his agreement.

"Right, it wasn't nearly…"

"Strong enough" they finished together, holding in all laughter until they were finished and up in their room.

To any outsider, especially their mother, Molly Weasley, it would look like the two boys were trying to make some sort of dessert. No one would be suspicious since they had just lost their dessert privileges for the rest of summer holidays. They would probably even laugh at the clever boys because their mother informed them that they couldn't have any of her dessert if they were going to use it as projectiles. She never told them that they couldn't bake dessert or any other sweet that they wanted.

Now, why would Fred and George, the notorious pranksters give up dessert for a month? Well, that is quite simple, the boys needed to be able to use the stove, a cauldron wouldn't work for this little project. They felt that it was a necessary evil to have if they wanted to perfect their new prank and since the move to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix they have been fighting Molly and Kreacher, Sirius house elf, to use the stove.

As of late, their mother was becoming increasingly skeptical of their need to use the stove. Unbeknownst to them, she was suspicious once they stepped foot in the kitchen, but kept it to herself. Who was she to refuse them the right to create a product for the disastrous plan that they had for a shop. She knew that they already had a space rented, just not a place to test and create. Fred and George were just starting to get paranoid because they were so close to perfecting their next project.

"That looks great George" Exclaimed Fred loudly. As if realizing that he spoke a hidden secret, he cringed, looked around and then started humming to himself as if nothing happen.

"Quit it Fred, of we will get caught," urged George softly. "You act as if you haven't pulled a prank before."

Fred just laughed. Shaking his head sadly George pulled several miniature baked pie crust out of the oven.

"I was only have a little fun. Acting cool all the time is boring" Fred shot back after getting his breath back.

"Well lets just cool these." George said impatiently after pouring in the liquid that they had been hunched over the whole time. This was one of the longest projects that they had worked on. Compelling people to do what you wanted had to be done carefully if you didn't want to go against any laws. But they managed to figure out a way. George didn't want it their hard work to be ruined before could test it.

"After that we will need to put preservation spells on them." Fred said solemnly, sensing his twins desire to prevent detection. "Maybe we could leave a few out on the table…" With that said, both twins lit up with mischievous smiles.