Harry awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He held his head in his hands, trying desperately to recall his dream. However, his mind remained blank and he fell back against the four poster bed dejectedly.

Around him, his dorm mates were sleeping soundly, the silence only pierced by Neville's snores. Harry laid on his bed, his mind troubled. Harry Potter was a special boy. At a tender age, he became the only person to have ever survived a killing curse, cast by the world's most powerful dark wizard, Lord Voldermort.

Voldermort was feared far and wide for his cruel murders of innocent witches and Muggles, non-magical people. However, on that very night, The third-year Hogwarts student had other things to worry about.

He frowned angrily to himself as he recalled the bet he had made with Fred and George Weasley, the twin brothers of his best friend, Ronald Weasley. A tad too much Butterbeer, and a ridiculous urge to impress a pretty girl from Ravenclaw propelled him to agree to a ridiculous notion, something he wouldn't have entertained normally.

And now, the Weasley twins were out to get him.

The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of Ron's voice. "Oi! Happy Halloween!"

"Don't remind me," he groaned in response, the memories of yesterday's foolishness hitting him full force.

"Be sure to watch out, mate. The last time Fred and George tricked me for Halloween, I ended up with Cockroach Clusters up my nose. Took ages getting 'em out. And they weren't even targeting me then," his freckled friend commented, carelessly.

"Oh, that's real encouraging, Ron," Harry said, sarcastically.

Slowly, Harry got out of bed, being careful to look around for any hidden traps or spells.

"Hurry up," Ron beckoned him, impatiently. "The Halloween breakfast always tastes great."

After making sure the coast was clear, they made their way down to the Great Hall. Harry was on guard, his wand in his robes at the ready. For in an act of stupidity, he had told the Weasley twins that they wouldn't be able to trick him during Halloween. And he was heavily regretting his words.

He hadn't been tricket yet.. but.. any moment now.

"Ooof!"

"HARRY! You alright?" Ron rushed after his best friend, who was sprawled on the ground, having tripped over a book that wasn't there moments ago.

"Sure, he is," a voice said from a stairwell. "Isn't he, George?"

"Of course he is, Fred. We haven't even started the tricks yet, have we?"

"Nope.. we haven't indeed," George replied, grinning.

"That's what you get for messing with us," they both said in unison to Harry, who was picking himself off the ground with as much dignity he could muster, before walking away without a second glance.

"I hate Halloween," Harry muttered to himself.

The whole day, Harry had to dodge random Bludgers, surprising hexes, insects, and even a wild flock of birds. Although he thought he had been sufficiently "tricked", the twins didn't think so and apparently had some "painfully embarassing" prank awaiting him.

However, by dinner, Harry hadn't encountered anything that was remotely embarassing, if you disregarded a Howler about his underwear from his "aunt" arriving in the Great Hall during lunch.

He was relatively calm, enjoying the festivities of Halloween, when suddenly, he heard a loud BANG and then, the hall went silent.

The doors had flown open, and in walked a man, with an ashen face, deep blood red lips, and wild hair.

"AAAAAAH!! CLOWN!!" Abandoning all dignity, Harry ran out of the hall, screaming, as everyone erupted with laughter.

"I think we did a very good job, Fred."

"Oh yes we did, George."

A/N: My first ever fanfiction. :)

SO, whatdya think?