It was the first day back at Hogwarts, now Harry's third year of knowing that he was a wizard. Harry laughed as Scabbers shot out of Ron's hands and darted across the foor, Crookshanks hissing frantically and struggling to escape Hermione's tight grasp. Ron roared and bounded after his thinning pet rat, landing on his stomache and sliding towards Scabbers. His hands slipped around the rat only seconds before it might have escaped into a gap in the door- the door to Filch's office. But Ron didn't stop sliding; he slid all the way to door, thumping his head loudly on it. This only increased Harry's laughing to a guffaw. Then, though, Harry gulped, realizing what door this was. Ron scurried back away from it, as fast as he could on hands and knees. The door began to creak open a crack, but luckily all that came from it was the caretaker's mangy cat. All the same, Ron held his rat tight, Hermione held her cat tight, and all three fled into the Great hall at the speed of lightening, not wanting to be caught by Filch.

They raced to the Gryffindor table and stood panting for a moment. Ron was on the verge of shouting at Hermione that 'It was all that bloody Crookshanks' fault' when he was cut off by the most horrid sound he had ever heard. Harry heard it too, and turned towards the source of this hideous wailing of "Something wicked this way comes". His eyes bulged out of his head as he saw an entire childrens' choir at the front of the hall, holding enormous toads. What was with that? Hogwarts never had a choir before! When they hit a high note, the three students, along with many others, had to cover their ears. When it was finally over, they sat down at their house table.

"Where in the world did that come from?" voiced Ron, thoroughly irritated. "And when did our school acquire a group of singing midgets? He questioned, practically reading Harry's mind.

"I don't know, but i'm glad they're through." Harry sighed.

"Oh, drop it, you two! I seriously doubt either of you could do any better." Hermione piped in.

Across the table Fred and George were smirking. "Oh, yeah? We could though." said Fred. Or maybe it was George. Harry shook his head, deciding not to try to get it correct.

"Really? Let's hear it." Hermione demanded, crossing her arms and hording her head high.

The twins cleared their throats, and, in completely imperfect harmony, began.

"Muddy Puddle

Slime and Rubble

Butter Churn

and Kettle Bubble

Muddy Puddle

Slime and Rubble

SOMETHING LIQUID THIS WAY COMES!"