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The entrance to the Great Hall echoed with uncontrollable laughter.

Fred and George Weasley stood in the middle of a crowd of very amused spectators having turned their best friend, Lee, into an incredibly chubby pixie.

Zonko's newest product helped underage wizards perform complicated transfiguration with a concoction that had been delivered to the twins earlier that morning. By simply dropping a few droplets into a glass of water, the twins had successfully transformed Lee into a priest Barbie, a colossal troll with a high-pitched voice and Filch - complete with a pink tutu and a pink, musical wand.

Just as Lee was swallowing the antidote, much to the disappointment of the humoured crowd, Fred and George took a large, cohesive step forward to greet their fellow peers, only to take a deep bow and motion to Lee to do the same. The crowd cheered even louder and one of the fourth-years whistled very loudly.

Professor Snape swept swiftly to where the cheering came from, robes billowing behind him. He was followed by a very worn out Filch, wheezing from running so quickly. Snape smirked as he turned the last corner – the Weasley twins would be in deep trouble now if he got a say in anything.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Snape sneered at the twins, his greasy hair shining against the light of the enchanted ceiling. "Looks as if someone's been performing a little magic … out of class. Hand it over, Weasley."

"Sir, we were only having a bit of fun -" George reasoned.

"And by the looks of things, it seems we've only improved the atmosphere!" added Fred.

"It's not illegal to entertain you know. Besides, this product definitely NOT against the law. There's nothing you can do." George concluded and stood up very straight, staring defiantly into Snape's beady little eyes.

"DETENTION! And if you try to back-chat me ONE MORE TIME, I will PERSONALLY make sure you are expelled for interrupting other students study time." Snape spat out each word, glanced down, and snatched the crystal clear vial from George's hands, smirking.

"Mr Filch, if you will?" Snape continued malevolently. "We will be investigating this little ILLEGAL substance." He gave the bottle to Filch's outstretched hands and told him to place it in the high security cupboards that stretched the walls of Filch's office. Lee took a daring step forward.

"But sir! As George already told you: the potion isn't illegal. It's completely harmless."

"That I doubt, Mr Jordan. You will be joining your… friends'… in detention." At the word 'friends', Snape rolled his eyes. "We will discuss the date at a later time."

Snape looked around, "WELL?" he yelled. And with that, all the students congregating in the hallway filed out, only daring to talk in secretive whispers, scattering in different directions.


"The moron."

"The worthless moron."

"The irritating, worthless moron."

"The … irritatingly handsome worthless moron."

Fred and George stopped in their tracks. Had Lee just called Snape HANDSOME?

"Whoa guys! Just kidding!" Lee laughed at the twins' horrified expressions. George took a tentative step towards Lee.

"Lee, is there something you're not telling little Frederick and me?"

"George is awfully worried Lee. You see, he's had a bit of a liking towards you since we were 5! You'll break his heart." Fred pouted and wiped away an imaginary tear whilst patting his brother on the back. Unable to contain their hilarity anymore, the three rolled about laughing, finding that there was an advantage to bursting into hysterics on a staircase – there was something to hold onto for support.

Fred, George and Lee had not realised they had reached their dormitory so quickly and chuckled as Fred confidently yelled the password, 'Bopping Trolls' (a password chosen by Fred himself) to the Fat Lady who was directly in front of them. She frowned slightly as they entered; she obviously didn't approve of the new password.

The small team flopped into the large armchairs in front of a warm fire that licked the walls of the fireplace ravenously.

"So gentlemen, Halloween soon. Any ideas?"

The silence that followed this question was broken by Fred, who boisterously called across the room to Angelina, oblivious to the angry students studying for tests.

"Oi! Angelina! Any ideas for Halloween?"

"Oh shut up, Fred! I'm working!"

Fred looked back at George and shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess we're alone then."


School the next day was nothing out of the usual; the exception being that George heard no less than twenty-three different people talk about the threesome's excellent transfiguration the previous night. George decided that he didn't have the heart to tell them that they were failing transfiguration at the moment and it was simply a Zonko's product. However, he also saw eight vials containing a crystal-clear liquid that looked remarkably like the vial he had the night before. He smiled. Transfiguration would be very interesting.

He strolled towards the classroom where he met his fellow classmates waiting to go inside. Like Fred and Lee, George received a few pats on the back and winks from people who obviously disliked Snape and greatly approved of the twins' comments to him – even if their cheek did land the twins in detention.

Professor McGonagall had obviously heard about the incident, and could not contain her admiration of the twins' daring. She smiled throughout the entire lesson, and, unusually, permitted students to work in a relaxed environment – which, of course, the twins and Lee immediately took advantage of. She even failed to correct Lee when he told her that he had "lost his pillow", after she had, in fact, seen him transfigure it into a large pile of 'chocolate' and share it amongst his nearby classmates. When the unwitting students, obviously ignorant of Fred, George and Lee's near infamous reputation, all sneezed and instantly turned a slight shade of brown, she insisted it was the toast they had had for breakfast and sent them to the Hospital Wing.

As the bell rang and the students started to pack up their things, she passed Fred and quietly said how superb his transfiguration was the previous evening, surreptitiously awarding him 10 points for Gryffindor.

Upon leaving the Transfiguration classroom, George met Fred at the end of the corridor, who was trying to convince Angelina to go out with him.

"Aww come on, Angelina! I know that you need me like a carnivore needs plants."

"Fred. Do you realise this is the 22nd time you've asked me out?" For some reason, despite Angelina's disdain, Fred grinned triumphantly.

"You've been keeping track?" he said, but hastily added from Angelina's slightly deranged look, "I thought you may need time to change your mind!"

"I'm sorry, but the answer is still no." She started to walk off but stopped and turned back to Fred. He looked hopeful. "By the way, carnivores eat meat, Hun." And with that, she walked off towards the Great Hall for lunch, not sticking around long enough to catch his however brief crestfallen expression.

"George. She called me Hun. She needs me!"

"She needs you like a pillow needs sunglasses. Better luck next time, bro." Fred punched his brother on the shoulder playfully and chuckled. They walked off to lunch together, complaining how girls had minds that were far too complicated for boys to understand. Fred was of the firm opinion that someone should write a guidebook - 'Why Girls Reject Guys When They Obviously Need Them'.

They were bought back to reality when passing Filch's office – it seemed as though someone had dropped a Dungbomb or two somewhere close. And good on 'em! thought George.

But their joyful attitude towards the bombs did not last long. Filch came fuming from his office, yet it did not seem as if he was able to string two words together.

"BlastedDungbombsStudents!L-l-ludicrous … I WANT TO SEE SOME PUNISHMENT!" Fred and George, taking their cue from the murderous look that they were on the receiving end of from Filch, hastily began to explain that it wasn't their fault – not this time, anyway – but to no avail. Filch simply grabbed hold of both of their collars and pushed them down the slope into his office before either really knew what he was doing. He locked the door from the outside with a key and ran off to get hold of another teacher as fast as his scrawny legs would carry him.

The twins had been in this office many times before, but never alone. Curious, they walked around the room and studied the filing cabinets.

"Hey, Fred! Do you reckon our potion from Zonko's is here somewhere?"

"George, I think you may be correct. Along with a variety of other fabulous products just waiting for us to lay hands on them." The twin replied, grinning evilly. Spirits renewed with a little more energy, the Weasley twins looked hastily through cabinets, trying to find something that could prove useful.

"Bingo!" Fred had come across a cabinet named 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous' that seemed to faintly glow around the edges. But just as he was about to open it, the twins heard Filch yell.

"Foul-bloody-mongrels! If only the Ministry 'adn't written up those bans on experimental breedin', I'd set sumfink nasty loose on them 'ooligans!" and he named a few more horrid punishments that seemed to give him some kind of morbid delight.

"George – " began Fred.

"I'm on it. Stupid git forgot that we can do magic – even if he can't." And with that, George slipped out of the office door after muttering the incantation, 'alohomora'.

George was only gone for a few seconds when Fred smelled the stench of a freshly-set Dungbomb penetrate the office he was in. Sodding cabinet, Fred thought, for Merlin's sake, why did Filch have to lock it? With a key! Fred smiled. Well squibs can't exactly use spells, can they? He looked around for a moment, and it didn't take long for him to spot a very small key nicely taped to the side of the desk. Unfortunately for Filch, the peculiar lighting in the office hit the silver key and it shone brightly as if willing for someone to take it.

He heard Filch scream in triumph and shortly after, George yelped. Worried for his brother, Fred hastily grabbed the key and unlocked the cabinet. Flustered, he only managed to grab one thing from the cabinet before rushing out to find George missing. The smell outside the office was atrocious. Clenching his nose so hard that he was sure it would break, the twin ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room to carefully study the blank piece of parchment he was holding in his left hand.


A/N - Heya everyone! This is my first FanFic story so far - hope you liked it. Please review - it's just one click away... I know you waaaant to!