I disclaim.
Set during Harry's Second Year. Meaning the twins were in the Fourth.
Operation: Toilet Seat
The year was almost over, but the buzz around the school had yet to die down. Everyone knew what had happened while Ginny remained in the infirmary recovering. Ron, Fred and George were allowed in to see her whenever they wished, but Madam Pomfrey had a real challenge trying to keep the rest of the school away from the heroic Harry Potter and his damsel, Ginny.
"Fred?" George said, throwing his soft toy bludger at his twin.
"Yeah?" Fred said nonchalantly, catching the soft ball then throwing it back. They had been doing this for the past half hour while discussing their next prank.
"What Harry did… I think we need to show our appreciation." George said thoughtfully, catching the bludger and throwing it back.
"You're right, George. But how?"
"Candy?"
"Nah… Everyone else will… Fireworks?"
"Perhaps…"
"We need something that is… US!" Fred nodded solemnly, before throwing the soft ball back.
After a few more minutes of throwing the soft ball back and forth, each throw getting harder and potentially more dangerous than the last, George suddenly stood up.
"I've got it!" He nearly screamed in happiness just as the ball hit him square on the nose.
"Sorry…" Fred said with a slight smirk. "You were saying?" With a glare directed at Fred, George snatched the ball off the bed before sitting back down.
"Remember mum?"
"I would hope so. Yes." Fred answered, with a raised eyebrow at which George threw the toy bludger. Fred ducked, chuckling to himself as George narrowed his eyes at him.
"No, my useless twit of a twin! Remember what she said to us, just before we left for Hogwarts this year? What she didn't want to hear about us?" George asked with a smirk, eyes twinkling. Fred's eyes suddenly grew wide with understanding.
"Of course! It's perfect!" Fred began with a mischievous grin. "I knew you were my twin for a reason!"
"Why thank you… I'm still trying to figure out why you're mine." George muttered, though loud enough for Fred to hear.
"Now, dear brother, because of your ingenuity this time I'll let that slide. Anyway, we had better figure out an action plan."
"Right." George said seriously yet eagerly, pulling out some parchment and quill. George started scrawling at the top of the page then handed it to Fred. They both looked at each other with mischievous gleams in their eyes then back down at the parchment.
It read: "Operation: Toilet Seat".
