The next day, the twenty-odd-some students that had stayed at the castle, other than the twins, were all giving Harry and Wednesday wide berth. They all seemed to be oddly afraid of them now, well, more wary than before at least. A few Ravenclaws were always staring at them, though, and it really was annoying. The two ended up playing freeze tag in the dungeons, and accidentally froze Cousin Severus.

"What," he snarled, "are you two doing?"

Wednesday cocked her head to the side, a gesture that was continually irritating to the Potions-lover, as she and Harry knew quite well. She straightened her head, and fixed him with an earnest, innocent look. "Oh, Cousin Sev! We were just looking for manacles and racks, and bandages and things! You see, some Ravenclaws were being quite nice to us, looking at us like bugs under a microscope, so we decided that we would take them to the deepest, darkest part of the dungeons we could find, wrap them with maggot-infested bandages, splatter the room with blood and gore, then hang them from the ceiling and play Medieval Torture with them!" She smiled happily, as if having just stated that she was . . . Doing something normal, and was normal. Shudder.

Severus just looked at her, mouth agape, for a short moment, before he then snapped, "Be gone with you! Out of my sight!"

The twins smiled. "Yes, Cousin Severus!" They chorused cheerfully, then they hugged him round the middle and flew off. Well, not quite literally, but still, rather close, if you watched them.

As they left, they heard their dear cousin mutter everything he would do to them if he could get away with it.

Yes, Daedalus was long overdue.

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Grandmama was snooping in the Headmaster's office. The man was away for the day, some conference with Healers on how to cure Poison Ivy of all things, and she saw it as a perfectly good opportunity. The portraits of past Heads were perfectly happy to help. She skimmed through the parchments, all covered in plans for Harry. She flipped through them. The rest would be in a pensive, according to the notes… It had taken her around four or five minutes to get through all of the warding on the box containing those… so that pensive in the cabinet in plain sight was obviously a decoy. She rummaged around for a bit, then looked out the window. Oh, shoot. It was nearly noon… when was the old berk getting back. Sighing, she asked the phoenix that had been watching her all day, "So, you know where the pensive is?"

She really shouldn't have been surprised at what happened next.

Fawkes the Phoenix hopped off of his perch, sang a few notes, and the rather large round ashtray attached to it filled with a silvery liquid, coming from various dissolving silver trinkets and doodads. Grandmama Addams leaned over it, then grinned at the bird; a rather hideous sight, if kindly. "Thank you very much, Mister Phoenix. You mind if I borrow this?"

The phoenix shook his head and motioned for her to go ahead. Nodding at the bird, she flicked an arm and the perch-pensive disappeared.

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Grandmama was very, very mad. In both usual senses of the word. She was madder than the hatter, he was her apprentice, after all, and she was angry enough to make the greek gods cower.

She stormed off to get the twins, they had been wanting to try that Daeldalus prank that they had been plotting.

Albus Dumbledore had no chance.

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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore felt groggy. Where was he, and why did his head hurt? He must have been drinking, yes, that was it. Every fifty year old was entitled to a drink after all, and after killing his once best friend only a few months ago, he figured that he deserved it.

He opened his eyes blearily. What? Why was he hanging upside down? And why was it cold? And why in the name of Merlin was his beard and hair so long? And - white? What was he, Santa Clause?

Albus, or Alb as his brother and sister had called him growing up, would have jumped with a start if he had been able. He was covered in wrinkles like an old man's, had long white hair and beard, his glasses were missing, he was hanging by his toes from an olive tree - were there even olive trees in England? - he was wearing a frilly black tutu and leotard, and other girl's ballet wear, all in black, and his wand was nowhere to be seen.

Crap!

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Albus wasn't quite sure how he freed himself, but he did, and found his wand a few feet away, near a large puddle of water. If he had to guess, he'd say he was in the forest of Dean. Albus conjured up some basic robes and splashed his face with water. Once the water smoothed out again, he saw that his hair was in two ponytails at the topsides of his head, and his beard was in a tight braid, with sparkling strands woven in. And he was old! Shaking his head, he still must be a bit drunk, Albus turned away from the puddle and smoothed out his robe - hey, that was strange, and not to mention odd. The plain grey robe were mow a deep brownish red and covered in the images of tortoises.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. Nope, still there. He grabbed a branch to steady himself. He must be hallucinating. He fell face first into the dirt. What the- ? In his hand was a branch made of golden butter. Eh?

He did the only logical thing in his mind - he made a Portkey to Hogwarts.

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Albus was very confused. Again. No matter what he said - about anything - no-one or body believed him! And why was everyone covered in ivy? Everything was turning to golden butter when he touched it, and he was at the end of his rope! Albus went to the washroom and leaned on the sink. This was making to be one hell of a day. He looked in the mirror… and froze.

And why couldn't he stop thinking of the story of Narcissus?

A few hours later, it got very dark, and he couldn't se anymore. He could move! Albus shook his head. He needed to take a nice, looong nap in his room. Hopefully he could make it back to the Transfiguration room and to his quarters before something else strange happened….

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Grandmama chuckled as she watched Minerva chase the still hallucinating Dumbledore through the castle, hitting him with transfigured anythings. It was quite funny, to tell the truth. She was glad that she was recording it for the children and the Family to watch again later. Wednesday handed her the popped devil's cherries. Honestly, thinking everyone was made - or was it covered with? - ivy...

Minerva transfigured Albus into a pogo stick and started whacking it against a wall.

She knew there was a reason that she liked that woman.

AN/AR: We-ell, I hope you all liked this one! Next up is Chapter THIRTY! YES! I have never gotten this far in a fic before, ever. Now, the year is almost over for our little twins (there's actually a movie series called The Little Twins, I love it) to wrap everything up. Now, do you lot want them to stay at Hogwarts, and to go through their school years here, or go home and do so, or for me to just end the fic? After this is done, I'm hopefully going to be working on Judida Potter and the Time Traveling Half Blood, and Kilmeny Potter, my other two stories, and finish them up. Please tell me if you want me to continue after first year with this, and where they'll be! Oh, and has anyone guessed the pairings yet?

Oh, and the Daedalus prank inspired by Greek Mythology curses. Someone turned to a tortoise, that Seer that no-one or body beleived, etcetera...

Mercy.