A/N: I'm sorry that this is incredibly out of season, but I was re-reading The Philosophers Stone and I realized that they were actually hitting Voldy in the Face! You Go Fred and George! Hope you like it! I'm sorry it's short also.
'One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrel around, bouncing off the back of his turban.'
George Weasley twiddled his thumbs absently as he sat beside his twin, Fred's Headstone, cushioned on his robes and warmed by the Everlasting fire burning in the jar in front of him. Despite the snow and freezing temperatures, the fire and a mug of hot chocolate kept him warm. He gazed out over the layer of fluffy white snow that now coated the grass and a single tear escaped from his eye, but then his smiled a tiny bit.
"You know what I just realized, Freddie?" He murmured softly. Harry might have defeated You-Know-Poo, but I'm pretty sure we're the only ones who ever hit him in the face with snowballs."
The wind whistled happily through the tree's nearby as George, now grinning ear to holy ear, sipped his hot chocolate and watched the snow fall through contented eyes.
