A/N:

On Friday, March 11th, 2011, at 2:46pm, a 9.0 magnitude earthquake struck the Tōhoku region of Japan, in the north of its main island Honshu, and lasted for six whole minutes. 15 minutes after the quake struck, a massive 133 feet tall tsunami rose up from the Pacific ocean and hit 300 miles of coastlines of east Japan. Both catastrophes were one of the largest ones of their kind ever recorded. The six-reactor nuclear plant in Fukushima Dai-ichi was also damaged, and Reactor 1 exploded, causing a dangerous nuclear meltdown in areas that even now are still uninhabitable. The main island of Japan moved eight feet east and the Earth shifted up to ten inches on its axis because of the quake. There were over 1,000 aftershocks, many very destructive. 15,900 people died and 6,200 people were injured. 1.13 million buildings were damaged or even destroyed and many people are still in temporary housing even now. The earthquake an tsunami are now a major part of Japan's history as a nation, as even 5 years later, 2,600 people are still missing, presumed dead.

Rest in peace, Tōhoku. This chapter is dedicated to you.

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Thank you, alittleinsane963, for letting me use this awesome idea. I'm warning you now, readers, this chapter is CRAZY!

Chapter 6: First Year, Transfiguration Class

99: Location: Transfiguration Classroom. Date: March 11th, 1990. Time of Discovery: 12:14pm. Perpetrator(s) /Mastermind(s): Fred and George Weasley. Accomplice(s): Lee Jordan. Victim(s): Professor McGonagall, first year transfiguration class 1988 ~ 1989. Prank Object: Bucket of mud. Nature of Prank: Starting a mud fight.

Flashback starts

Fred grunted, heaving the bucket up yet another step as his twin pushed it from behind. "This thing is heavier than it looks," he grunted.

"Well, yeah," stated Lee dryly, coming down from above them. "You two did use your entire lunch time to fill it to the brim with mud and have been hauling it from the greenhouses and up to the Transfiguration room."

"Whatever. Gonna give us a hand here?" asked George.

"Um, no. I'll help once we get there, but this is your two's idea. I wouldn't want to… interfere when you two are clearly having so much fun."

"Oh, shut up already and get down here," Fred growled.

"Fine fine. Coming." The three friends managed together to get the bucket to the classroom and under Lee's desk just before McGonagall entered.

"Settle down!" the Transfiguration Mistress called sharply. She rapped her wand on the board and an incantation appeared. "Now class, today…"

Fred and Lee zoned her out as a note in George's messy scrawl was pushed over over to them.

(A/N: Bold is Fred, normal is George and italics is Lee.)

Who's throwing the first one?

Ooh! Me! Pick me!

No, Fred, we agreed me, remember?

Riiight. So long as you get Kelly over by the window.

No problem-o.

Why Kelly? I thought you were on good terms with her!

I am! It's because she won't get mad at me, and she'll understand to continue the fight.

Ah.

Quick question — how is everyone going to get the mud?

No clue.

Damn! We kinda overlooked that in our master plan to drive Professor Minnie to the edge of insanity.

Ya think?

Wait, Professor Minnie?

Oh, right. Forgot to tell you about that. We came up with a nickname for all our favourite professors! Minerva McGonagall is Minnie, Filius Flitwick is Fillie, Severus Snape, or the Dungeon Bat, is Sev-sev, Pomona Sprout is Pompom, Aurora Sinistra is Aura, Sybill Trelawney is Syb, Silvanus Kettleburn is Silvy, Septima Vector is Sep, Rolanda Hooch is 'Landa, Cuthbert Binns is Cuthby, Charity Burbage is Chari and Bathsheda Babbling is 'Sheda.

…Wow. Just, wow. I missed a lot when I had dragon pox, didn't I?

Yeah.

You really do want to drive the teachers to the edge of their sanity, don't you? No wait, don't answer that. How did you find out all of their last names, anyhow?

Hogwarts, a History.

You two can read?

Well, duh. But only when it suits our purposes.

Back on topic! The mud, or rather the lack of it.

The lack of it? That bucket was as heavy as Ginny, and she's one fat baby!

Yeah, but we don't have 32 of them.

I got it! After the first few hits, we dump the whole in the middle of the room for people to take.

But will they take it?

Of course! It'll be awesome.

Anyway, we can only find out by doing it!

Lee swallowed and reached a hand down to the sticky, sludgy mess of mud and water beneath his desk that 'Minnie' had miraculously not yet noticed. Well, she'll notice now, for sure, thought George, grinning in anticipation.

Lee carefully lifted his hand and waited until the professor had turned away from the class. Then he took careful aim at the unsuspecting Kelly Hangston, a muggleborn, and…

KerSPLAT! Suddenly the brunette Ravenclaw had a matching brown snowball smeared across her ear. She whipped around and narrowed her eyes and the trio, two smothering smirks and one looking mortified yet amused. "Oh, it's on." Kelly grinned and clawed the mud off of the side of her face and tossed it at Thomas Brenton, a half-blood and fellow Ravenclaw. It hit his notes. Furious, he spun toward the window, realising where the mud had come from. Fred, Lee and George took the chance to tip over the bucket and dump it onto the floor into the middle of the room.

Fred instantly snatched a handful and lobbed it overhand at Katie. It missed, but hit Lucy-Anne, who retaliated by jumping up and getting a handful herself. Meanwhile, Thomas was scooping up an armful and chasing Kelly around the classroom, screaming "MY NOTES!" It was a chain reaction. By the time McGonagall had realised what was going on, it was chaos.

"I told you they'd take it!" Fred yelled, joyous in the discord, to Lee.

"You were right!" Even the usually-reserved dreadlocked boy was swept up by the infectious craziness in the room. "This is awesome!" he admitted, despite the imminent 'I told you so.'

"STOP!" cried out poor McGonagall. "Return to your seats!" No one paid her any attention as mud flew throughout the once-speckless classroom.

"Immobulus!" she yelled pointing her wand at a particularly raucous Gryffindor boy named Gussie Hanson. It had no effect, as the boy in question was constantly running. The elderly lady suddenly lost all her composure and slipped into the straight-backed chair behind her desk, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes in weariness, seeming resigned to losing control of her class.

"I think we broke Minnie," George muttered to his brother. Fred nodded and opened his mouth to declare a truce, but before he could, the door swung open. Charles Weasley, Prefect and big brother to Fred and George, walked in with astounded fury.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS —" The sixth year was cut of with a mud ball to his face.

George, sensing mother-related repercussions, climbed up on the window-sill. 'YA ALL CALM DOWN NOW! IT'S LUNCH TIME, AND I AIN'T MISSING MY PUMPKIN PASTIES FOR ALL YOU CRAZIES!"

Instantly there was silence in the room, every eye turned o the red-headed eleven-year-old at the promise of food from the delicious Hogwarts kitchen. Charlie shot him a grateful look before backing out of the room, busy wiping the mud off his forehead with a cloth he had conjured up.

Fred jumped up beside his twin. "That's right, people. Lunch is at… what time again?"

"1:30!" Lee called helpfully.

"Right! And right now it's 1:24," continued George, checking his watch.

"And since Professor Minnie over there —"

"Isn't gonna let us out —"

"'Till this place is speckless —"

"So get cleaning!" the twins finished in unison, staring out at the class.

"Professor? Minnie? Mind conjuring us up some materials?" Lee asked, looking over at the teacher, who had managed to regain some of her former energy.

"Not you too," she moaned, then flicked her wand and three soapy buckets, three mops and seven sponges appeared. The class diligently set to work, having had their fun.

10 minutes later…

"Alright, good enough. Off to lunch with you all , and don't forget — detention for each and every one of you. I will inform you of when you will each serve yours. Weasley, Weasley and Jordan! Stay behind!" The annoyed tones of the Transfiguration Mistress rang out through the mostly clean classroom.

The students flooded out, still slightly hyper from the excitement of the mud fight. Lee, George and Fred made their way to McGonagall's desk. She sighed angrily, glaring up at the innocent faces. "Don't look at me like that!" the stern teacher snapped. "I know it was you three. Weasleys, I'm not entirely surprised, but I'm disappointed in you, Jordan. I thought you were better than this."

Fred and George looked at the ground, a bit ashamed for dragging their friend in this, but Lee straightened up and said, "It seems you're losing you're touch at judging people, Professor Minnie."

The twins gasped in delighted astonishment while McGonagall gasped in outraged exasperation. "Mr. Jordan! That's a double on your already extended detention!"

It didn't matter. By the time the three were on their way to lunch, they were cracking up over Lee's sassiness, and as they walked down the stairs, George asked, "Does this mean you'll be less skeptical about our master plans?"

"Absolutely not," laughed the black-haired boy. "I still think you're both ridiculous!"

Flashback ends

George laughed heartily over this particular memory. Even now, thirty years later, Lee was still his closest friend. It was true what they said — Hogwarts formed your closest bonds. And speaking of Hogwarts, he didn't think that they'd had such a chaotic class as that again, except for may be during the reign of the Umbridge.

Speaking of Lee, I wonder if he'd be interested in this… George looked at the journal. I'll fire-call him after I finish first year, he decided. Then he flipped to the next entry and immersed himself once more.

A/N: And there you have it! Chapter 6!

PUMPKIN PASTIES! I love pumpkin.

Poor Lee... dragon pox must suck. I've had chicken pox, and it's five times worse than that, which is saying something. Speaking of one Mr. Jordan, I told you he'd get more into it all!

Quick question: have you ever tried to carry a bucket of mud the size of your torso? Life advice: don't ever try it.

I'm sorry for skipping February, but I'm going to do two for April, and now I will be updating on the actual date I put down, except change the year to 2016.

As always, prank ideas are welcome, and if you have any requests for an appearance of a present character, please tell me in a review!

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