A/N: Here is Chapter 10, otherwise known as the Great Escape, or Freedom, or Give Her Hell From Us Peeves, or Bananas in Pajamas.

Wow, 10 chapters does seem like a lot, although maybe not to all you out there with 50+ chapter fanfics. But anyway, here is the long-awaited chapter that just so happens to be one of my favorite parts in the 5th book. Heck, it's up there with Molly Weasley killing Bellatrix and Lupin marrying and reuniting with Tonks. I've tried to do it justice, although goodness knows J. K. did it a lot better. Enough babbling, and enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: My ownership for Harry Potter is vanished. Where did it go? Into non-being, which is to say everything. So everything except me owns Harry Potter. How rude.

George PoV:

Mayhem, chaos, and horror for Umbrige. That's today's theme, although we're still working on the details. Basically: wreak some havoc (or whatever that strange phrase is) and skedaddle before toad-face--sorry, I mean Umbrige--can give us detention. Not like we'd go, anyway.

"Oi! Harry!", Fred and I shout as he enters the commons room, talking urgently with Hermione and Ron. Something about Umbrige and distractions, but I can't catch the rest. Fate, huh?

"Need help?", Fred asks, and for good reason. Harry does look very troubled--teenage angst of the boy-who-lived, I guess--but he is about to turn away when Ron stops him. "Wait, Harry. Maybe they can help." Harry doesn't look convinced.

Oh, come on. What problem is it that the Weasley twins of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes fame can't candle? School? Classes? Not an issue. Romance? We have an entire line of products.

"Oh, all right. I need to sneak into Umbrige's office to use her private fireplace, to talk to Sirius", says Harry.

Wonderful. Just peachy. So all he needs to do is sneak into an evil toad/devil/headmistress' office, use her highly protected and off-limits fireplace to communicate unlawfully with an alleged mass murderer. That's sure to come off well. Where, may I ask, has he misplaced his brains?

So ordinarily this would be a no-brainer. No! End of story. But today, my friend, Harry Potter is in luck. Because today, "Umbrige", "distraction", and "mentally insane" are the magic words (no pun intended; I hate those things. They're an insult to class clowns and jokers everywhere).

To Harry, Ron, and Hermione's great surprise, we tell them its all under control, and to stop worrying. Because now it's the same mayhem but with a new name: mayhem for a good cause.

Take that, Fudge. The one thing you don't have.

Seventeen minutes and eight seconds later...

Fred PoV:

"This is it, George! Time to make our grand departure", I call out. We're standing in Gregory the Smarmy's corridor, where no one is in sight.

George nods with an evil grin that is mirrored on my own face. He pulls from his pocket a small orange cube with " Portable Swamp--Property of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes" imprinted in purple ink on the top. We press our wand tips to the top, muttering the incantation of our own invention. It happens to be "Eat dung, Umbrige". The box opens with a muffled thwong! Inside is a murky brownish-green substance, swirling slowly.

George prods it gently with his wand, then stirs it three times clockwise and once counterclockwise. At once, a silvery brown vapor begins to leave the box, draining it. The vapor takes shape, and within seconds, we are standing in the middle of a swamp.

Let me repeat that, in case it hasn't sunk in. We are standing in a swamp in the middle of the hallway. I think that deserves a round of applause. Please, no photos.

Relatively quickly, the entire student body, Inquisitorial Squad, and Umbrige all come running up. Except of course for Harry, who is off creating his own trouble in Umbrige's now-deserted room.

Umbrige starts squawking at us, and I must say she appears to be doing a very good imitation of Pete the Parrot, who was our favorite pet around the time we were five years old. He accidentally ate some exploding snap pieces that we left lying around, and had some very interesting fits of spasms and noise until he fell stiffly to the bottom of the cage and stopped moving. But enough about Pete, that's not important right now.

George and I hold up our hands, still grinning, in mock defeat. Then we begin our little sarcastic dialogue, more for the entertainment of the students than anything.

"You know, I do believe that we've outgrown full-time education", I begin.

"Yeah, I reckon its time for us to test our talents in the real world", continues George lightly.

It is taking all of our self-control to stop from bursting out laughing just from the look on Umbrige's fat, ugly face. It looks like she was given a dare to turn all the colors of the rainbow—at once. First she turns white, then a pukeish green, then pink to red to maroon, and then her face finally settles on a deep purple to rival Harry's Uncle Vernon.

"You…you…you'll pay for this!", she splutters.

"No, don't think we will", I answer with a smile. George and I raise our wands. "Accio brooms!", we shout in unison.

Two Cleansweep 7s come flying up from the dungeons to greet us, one with a metal peg still dangling dangerously from the handle. We hop on as Umbrige shouts incomprehensibly at us.

"We won't be seeing you!"

"Yeah, don't bother to stay in touch!"

We kick off, and I must say, the ceiling of Hogwarts has never looked so nice. George and I are already halfway to the exit when we see Peeves hovering a few feet away from us. I get an idea—"Give her Hell from us, Peeves!", I shout in ringing tones.

As we zoom spectacularly towards the sunset and open door (there always seems to be a sunset during dramatic departures, so why not for us?), shouting last words to all of the students, I see Peeves out of the corner of my eye. He is saluting us.

George and I make a final burst of speed and fly out of the door into the vast sky. We turn around, taking one last look at Hogwarts. Then we let go.

"Freedom!", we shout as we do crazy air somersaults and let out wild whoops of victory. "Freedom!"

A/N: So, what do you think? Any type of reviews are welcomed and will most certainly make us very happy. I'm not sure how quickly we should be publishing chapters, but one per week sounds like an OK goal to me. With two stories to update and lots of schoolwork, I don't think we can publish any faster than that.