Fred and George Weasley were literally jumping for joy the day before their first year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The troublesome twins had grown sick of home, all the tricks were done. It was time to move on to bigger places, and Hogwarts was it. They already had their first trick planned, and it was going to be huge.

"George and Fred Weasley! Get down her RIGHT now!" They cringed. They'd hoped she hadn't noticed that – once again – they'd caught one of the gnomes, and chained it to the ghouls foot, so the gnome could fly. It was a great service to it actually, who didn't want to fly? Slowly they trudged down the stairs, none to eager to receive their punishment. As soon as they stepped off the bottom stair, they were seized by the ear and dragged howling to the kitchen.

"Look!!! Just look what you've done!!!" their mother screeched. The kitchen was a total mess. Pots were strewn everywhere, potatoes clung to the ceiling, and to top it all off, the cat was sitting on the highest cupboard, yowling its head off. Simultaneously, the twins glanced at each other and burst out laughing, though they knew it would cost them dearly. Their mother screamed in frustration and stormed out of the room.

"This means.."

"trouble. Dad's gonna.."

"get us hard"

"this time."

"think we should"

"Run? Yeah." They sprinted out the back door towards their favorite hiding place – under the shed. They'd ducked under about two seconds before the door slammed open and a red faced, wild haired, rampaging man came stomping out.

"I know you're out here!" Their dad roared, and the boys looked at each other in terror.

"What do we do?" Fred mouthed to his red haired brother.

" I don't know." He replied, "just hang out here till they cool off?"

"I dunno man. They"

"seem pretty riled up, I know."

"maybe we should"

"Run for it and hide"

"in our rooms? They'll"

"Think we're still out here when"

"we're really not!!" They nodded and turned around, waiting for the right moment. They watched as first Percy, then Molly and Bill, and finally Charlie came out to join in the hunt.

"Ok, that's everyone."

"Except Ron and Gin."

"And they won't rat." They bolted out and ran for the house as fast as they could. Reaching the door, they yanked it open and ran to the stairs, struggling to reach their rooms before anyone came in. It was interesting for Ron and Ginny to watch the twins at their best. They seemed to know what the other was doing, without even looking. Doors slammed, locked, and radio's turned off. It was deathly silent in the now occupied room. They sat in silent agony, hands clutched, heads together. They were half asleep when Ron peeked in the room, but they quickly shooed him out. It was a good half hour before they heard the slow, steady stomp of their dad's shoes. Quietly, the only sound the clock, they slipped into bed and feigned sleep. The door slowly creaked open, and a ruffled father sighed in relief.

"You know, sometimes I wonder about you boys. I hope you do not cause too much ruckus." The door closed again, and the boys looked at each other.

"He doesn't know the beginning of it." They chorused, and quickly fell asleep.

Thanx to ElfChick, my wonderful beta!!!!!

And thanx to whoever gave me this idea, I forgot your name, and I'll put it up soon!!!