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Important A/N: I'm in the process of rewriting this story. Creating more detail, fixing errors, I'm not changing the story line; I'm just perfecting my writing. It's been four years since I've published this.

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Blimey O'Reilly, I think that's it, Enjoy!

"What about dungbombs?" Fred raised an eyebrow. "If we set off a few in the dungeons, that'd show Snape for sticking us with detention, and-"

"-It would land us with more detention," reasoned George. "Besides, we've already done that loads of times. It's something the professors would expect from us so-"

"-It would be easy to pinpoint us as the culprits. Right."

Fred and George had been going on like this for almost an hour, whispering ideas back and forth between one another. As the clock struck three, the two seventh year Gryffindors were the only ones who remained awake. After all, coming up with a new prank took time.

"What if we filled the Slytherin's pumpkin juice with a love potion?" George suggested.

"That would be brilliant! Only we would have to see the Slytherin's snogging each other all day."

"True. Except, if we spike other houses' pumpkin juice as well…"

Fred thought about it for a moment before looking at his twin, "Back burner?"

"Back burner," George agreed.

The two grew silent, mulling over pranks to themselves before an idea entered Fred mind. Grinning widely and without the ability to keep it to himself any longer, Fred blurted it out to his twin, "Let's prank her."

George's eyes grew in surprise, "Her?"

"Yep."

" Her, her?"

"Yep."

"Oh, Fred, please tell me that you're joking."

"I'm not. I think the time has come to prank Sarah."

"Are you sure?"

"George, I've thought about this before," Fred's excitement was obvious, "and quite honestly it wouldn't leave me alone no matter how many times I suppressed it."

"Blimey, I guess you are sure," George smiled. "What is it then?"

"Tomorrow night, we sneak into the girls dorms and put a spell on her while she's sleeping. When she wakes up, her hair will not only be Gryffindor colors but it will stand on end. I figured since it's practically harmless, Sarah wouldn't be terribly upset when she finds out that we pranked her."

"Amazing, Fred," nodded George.

Fred sighed, "But?"

"Are you sure she'll be okay with a prank? I mean, we've never pranked her so we don't know how she'd react."

"Come on George," Fred rolled his eyes. "Since when do you have a pranking conscience?"

"Since her father died this past June. Normally I'd say alright, but in this case-"

"-It's just a way to make someone happy, and that someone is Sarah. You do want her to be happy right?"

"Right."

George couldn't say 'no' to Fred's reasoning since he always had a way of making even the worst prank sound like fun. Fred was talented that way.

"Don't sound so glum about it," Fred patted his back. "We're just doing what we always do: make people happy. We'll be laughing and she'll be happy. It's a win-win situation."

"Are you sure she'll be laughing? Poor girl's beginning to look like Moaning Myrtle the way she misses her father."

"Trust me. Are you in or out?"

"Well, alright."

"There's the George I know! You had me worried for a second."

Fred got off of his twin's bed and settled into his own, his mind racing with the plan for the next night. It was set in stone. They were going to do it. They were finally going to prank Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

Please R&R. If you would rather me not edit the chapters any further, I can have the original chapters back up before you can say Quidditch.
Deathly Hallows will not play a part since it will affect this story too much. However, I will use a little bit of Half-Blood Prince. In this story, as you have noticed Fred and George are 7th years and the Golden Trio are 6th years. I know that's not how it should be, but it is for this story.