Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger
Chapter Twenty Three-The Return of Gred and Forge

Disclaimer: Bill Watterson and U.P.S. own Calvin and Hobbes. Joanne Kathleen Rowling and Warner Brothers own Harry Potter. I highly suggest you see the motion picture version of HP. A great, true-to-the-book job, even if there is no Peeves. A bit more romance here then usual. God bless you indeed.

That night Harry was unable to get much sleep, the second Diagon Alley trip would leave at noon the next morning, but Harry didn't really want to go. Last night Madam Pomfrey told him Sirius might never regain his sight. That was terrifying to Harry. Yeah, bad things had happened to him. But Sirius didn't deserve this, he'd already had twelve years in Azkaban. Sure, finding Pettigrew was getting his godfather released. He wouldn't have to live with Remus, but would live with his godfather. That was good, but...

"CRAP!" Calvin's voice rang out, derailing Harry's chain of thought. This was followed by the sound of rushing water, Neville's sleepy cry of "It wasn't me, Professor Snape!", Hobbes' laughter, and...Fred and George Weasley shouting out a word that they would never under any circumstances want McGonagall and Snape to hear!

Forgetting Sirius' and his' troubles, Harry bounded out of bed.

"What the-?"


The entire fifth year boys' dormitory was flooded. Blueish-green water swirled everywhere. It was now at the level of the top of the mattress on Harry's four-poster and continued to rise. Harry looked incredulously at Calvin, Hobbes and the twins who were all either yelling random orders at the awakening Gryffindor boys or yelling at the others to shut up so the Gryffindors wouldn't wake up.

Harry waded across over to them, "What in the name of Godric, Helga, Rowena, and Salazar are you doing?"

George grinned, "It was a nice..."

"...surprise for all of you brave, chivoulrus Gryffindors..." Fred continued.

"...for not blowing up the castle..."

"...so we could do it later."

Harry sniggered, then abruptly stopped, "Your not really going to are you?" Harry didn't think they would, but with Gred and Forge...who knew?


"Of course not," Fred said, looking slightly insulted.

"Although it's not a bad idea," added George.

Harry grinned, "So how do we clean this mess up?"

"Prefect Hermione Granger here," Hermione yelled out suddenly, while banging on the Gryffindor fifth-year dorms' door, "What's going on in there?"

"Uh, nothing!" Calvin called out.

"Then why are you guys yelling?" Hermione paused then asked again, this time more suspiciously, "Then why do I hear rushing water?"


Fred grinned guiltily, "Go back to the your dorm, Most High Prefect! Your skills of deduction amaze us lower life-forms."

"Fred!" Hermione yelled, "Your back! Is George there too?"

At this point the rest of the Gryffindor boys had woken up and were splashing each other and laughing.

George looked at his brother dissaprovingly, "Excellent job brother," then louder, "Yes, I'm here!"

Hermione then yelled back, "I'm gonna come in, are you guys decent?"

"Yeah!" Harry yelled back.

Hermione then opened the door with magic and ran in, "Fred, George!", and then abruptly stopped, the water was heading out the door. Hurriedly, she slammed the door shut with the Closing Charm, and waded over where everyone was.


After giving Fred and George a "welcome back" hug, and Harry a slightly longer hug, she turned on Fred and George, "Now, what happened?"


"Nothing," Fred said in an angelic voice, "Water just..."

"...rushed out of the...," George continued.

"Er, ceiling," Fred finished, "Perfectly normal."

"I'm sure," Hermione said, "One point from Gryffindor each, and detentions tomorrow."

The twins nodded.

"Now," Hermione continued, "We need to figure out how the heck we're going to get rid of this water..."

Ron, who had just been splashed heavily by Seamus, grinned, "You mean our favorite know-it-all doesn't know something?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Somebody curse him."

Grinning widely, George Weasley put Ron in a full Body-Bind.

Hermione grinned and then suddenly her eyes lit up, "I've got it!"

"What have you got?" Calvin asked.

"I hope it's not contagious!" Fred and George sang out on cue.

Hermione whipped out her wand and yelled "Draughtola!"

Instantly the entire room dried out.

"Hey," Dean complianed, "You took away all the water!"

The return of the Weasley twins set off a good month of solid pranks. It being March people were starting to go outside for walks more often, especially couple people and Fred and George made the best of it. Ron and Cho came back from one such encounter with the twins covered with moldy apples that enchanted trees had thrown down on them. After seeing Calvin and Hermione play in one practice, the twins also reluctantly gave up their Quidditch spots ("It wasn't what we were meant for anyway.") and took over the announcer's spot from Ron, who gladly acqeuisced.

Ron continued to work with his elemental hand, which was rather under-developed as he had only used it once. He was able to do Minimal spells with every element, but Intermediate and Extreme level element charms left him confused. After he finallytold Cho, she bragged to her Ravenclaw friends about how her boyfriend literally spat fire. Needless to say, Ron became rather popular.

In Hobbes' Defense Against the Dark Arts class the students were braught up to date on the Grindelwald Curse episode.

Sirius was freed by Minister Percy Weasley after questioning Pettigrew and Sirius under Veritaserum. Sirius told Harry that he planned on buying a new home in Liverpool, or New Hogsmeade.


The wizarding world, alerted by Albus Dumbledore to look for any useage of the Fifth Curse. Harry continued to have no dreams about Voldemort, and his parents never visited him. This was all rather confusing because Voldemort's wand should have regenerated by January or February.


But good news eventually game in the middle of April:


It was an excellent day for Quidditch practise, the sky was clear, the sun was out and shining, and the wind was light. Harry was working with the Chasers on a few new moves he had picked up in the "Quidditch Today" column in the Daily Prophet and they mainly concentrated on throwing the Quaffle so it would curve, and Lee was acting as Keeper. Hermione and Calvin were beating a Bludger back and forth, when Harry noticed that was a rather large rumbling sound not so far off.


Turning around, (and nearly getting hit by Alicia's wayward Quaffle) Harry saw a small army of giants led by no one other then,

"HAGRID!" Harry and Hermione whooped joyously.

Followed enthusisacticly by the rest of the Gryffindors, they landed and ran up to Hagrid. Hagrid gave Harry and Hermione each bear-hugs that just about cracked every part in their vertebrae, but they didn't care.

"So you did it! You got the giants!" Harry bubbled with enthusiam.


Hagrid nodded, "That I did, 'Arry, tha' I did. O' course Madam Maxime helped 'o lot as well, and she's still up there 'elpin' 'em get ready ter fight."


"That's great!" Hermione said grinning her best grin. Harry felt his knees go weak. Mmmmmmmm, he could just imagine kissing those perfect lips. Hagrid followed Harry's gaze and chuckled, "'Ey 'Arry, always figgered you'd fall for 'er."

Harry blushed red, "Um, well..."

Hermione, who also had turned a rather starking shade of red, "Well..."

"I gotter ter see Dumbledore," Hagrid said with a wink, "Continue on with yer Quidditch practice, then I'll be setting up the giants at the gates."

Harry nodded and Hagrid saundered over to the castle and the giants followed him.

Lee grinned, "That's gonna make a quite an impression on a few people. Giants roaming Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded, "I'll bet some people pull their kids from school because of it."

Harry grimly nodded, "It's for the better though."

Few people actually did pull their kids from Hogwarts. The Creeveys almost pulled Colin and Dennis, but when the brothers responded in letters saying they'd run away if they were pulled, they gave in. Most of the kids pulled were from Ravenclaw. Ron feared that Cho might have to leave, but she reassured him. That night came back into the common room with suspicious looking lip-shaped red marks on his lips and face. As Fred and George laughed, Harry was glad Hermione didn't wear make up. She looked rather perfect without it anyway.

Hermione, catching Harry's eye and reading his thoughts leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Harry blushed, and Hermione moved over so Harry could his arm around her. Natururally he did.

Then the room began spinning and Harry blacked out but not before he heard Hermione whisper, "It's gone."

Harry looked down. He had apparantly fallen off the couch and Hermione was attempting to revive him. The twins rushed over along with Calvin and Ron, all of them looking worried. Mmmmm, Harry wished he was consiocous so he could feel her lips...

"Harry get your mind out of the gutter," James Potter said, grinning as his son jumped up in surprise.

"Sorry Dad," Harry said sheepishly.

Lily smiled, "It's not like we never kissed at Hogwarts, James."

James rolled his eyes, "In any event there's more important things to talk about. Harry, we've decided it's time to tell you. As you figured, Lord Voldemort has been blocking your dreams."

Harry nodded.

"And so," James continued, "We were given the chance to talk to you, give you information and to help you." James paused, "But the spell Voldemort used can only be cast once, and it's fading, so..." James was nearly jerking back tears, "This'll...this...it'll....we won't see you again for a long time."

Harry was stunned, "No," he whispered.

Lily had tears free-falling down her face as well, "Yes, Harry. I love you. Come her and give us a hug."

Harry ran into his mother and father's arms and burrowed as close to them as possible. After he kissed his mum and dad, he looked up at them, "I love you both so much."

Lily and James nodded, and let go. Harry felt himself get pulled down into his body.

Harry's body lurched, and Hermione sighed in relief. Harry suddenly noticed he was crying and he didn't care. Hermione looked at him with sympathy as Harry got up and sat down on the couch. He placed his face in his hands, "They're gone...they're gone."


And then Harry Potter's scar flamed up in pain and Harry felt like his head was going to split open.

"So, the spell has ended my Lord?" Macnair asked.

Lord Voldemort nodded and twirled his wand in his fingers, "Yes."

Lucius Malfoy slowly approached the Dark Lord.

"Malfoy," Voldemort hissed.

Malfoy prostrated himself on the ground.

"Get up," the Dark Lord said lazily.

Malfoy solemly raised himself from the floor and looked around.

"Are we ready?" It was not a question.

"Yes, milord." Malfoy answered mechancily.

"So Cornelius will be with us, along with the dementors, and one other thing," Voldemort grinned devilishly as he dangled the silver vial that hung around his neck.

Lucius was stunned, "How did you...?"

"Never mind how," Lord Voldemort said sharply, "Is everyone capable of using all the Grindewalds except for the one we haven't found yet?"

Malfoy nodded, "Well, except the Fifth Curse of course."

"Naturally, I would not trust anyone but myself with that power. After we have taken Hogwarts I shall use it to slowly destory the Muggle cities. It might even start nuclear wars between some of them. That would be rather amusing, would it not? Besides, it would make our job easier."


Malfoy nodded, "The fool Dumbledore thinks he is safe."

Voldemort laughed, a cold heartless laugh, then abruptly he stopped, "They do have the giants though. My loyal Snape has delivered that information to me..."

Macnair looked worried, "Milord, how can we trust him. He worked for Dumbledore!"

Voldemort shook his head, "Unsubstainated. Cover-up. Probably a Ministry creation to allow Dumbledore to save Frank Longbottom's cousin some face. Severus always did hate his cousin...Now, we must plan. Our troops will encircle Hogwarts, giving the Kiss to whoever gets in the way. I would say Dumbledore will keep the giants out front. Our main core will be to kill whatever we see, whenever we see it. Eventually we will..."


Harry Potter woke up screaming,

"AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

As he looked into Ron, Hermione, and Calvin's terrified faces, Harry Potter knew there was one thing to do.

"Let's go to Dumbledore."

"Curious," Dumbledore said, "He did plan it logically...but he may be bluffing."

"What?" Harry protested.

"He might be purposely inserting himself into your dreams."


"You can do that?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Oh yes," Dumbledore responded, "Dream Insert Curses are used by Dark wizards occaisonally, but are uncommon due to the fact that it takes as long as fifteen hours of total concentartion and knowledge of several languages."

"Oh," Harry answered.

"In any event Harry," Dumbledore continued, "Be wary of your dreams. You and Miss Granger can go, I have business with Mr. Weasley."

Harry and Hermione nodded and walked out.

Harry held his arm around Hermione, "I'm confused."

Hermione smiled, "The Boy Who Lived, Harry James Potter is confused ?"

Harry tickled Hermione's side and she started laughing hysterically and yelling at him to stop it. Eventually Harry complied.

"I'm serious Herms, it's...well weird."

"What's weird?"

"Well, think about it, Voldemort may be planning to attack the school...or maybe not. Maybe he's just trying to make us think he's going to attack the school, and maybe he's going to use the Fifth Curse again. I just don't know."

Hermione nodded, "We do seem to run into our good share of trouble don't we?"

Harry grinned, "Yeah, and my mum and dad saying I'm not going to see them for a long time..."

"And," Hermione said raising her eyebrows, "We still don't know what Fred and George were trying to do when they lost their memory."

Harry smiled, "Yeah, that too, Ron and Calvin have been trying to weasel it out of them since they came back, but to no avail."

Hermione grinned, "Weaseling something from the Weasley's? Was that a pun, Mr. Potter?"

Harry sniggered, "'Fraid not, Miss Granger. In any event, we need to go to Quiddicth practice as our match with Slytherin is soon and will probably decided the House Cup, Voldemort or not."

Hermione nodded.

"Allllllll right, and welcome to the final, last, final, end," ("Get to the point Weasley," McGonagall snapped. "Yes, Professor." Ron answered.) "Quidditch match of the season, the glorious, grandiose, great, and..."

"Weasley!"

"Er, sorry Professor, Gryffindor verus the slimely, stinky, soul-sucking, simian..."

"MR. WEASLEY IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS BIASED COMMENTARY YOU WILL BE IN DETENTION WITH MR. FILCH UNTIL YOU ARE FORTY-THREE!"

"Um, yes, Professor McGonagall. Er, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, last match of the year. Will decide the Quidditch Cup for certain, and probably the House Cup as well. The Slytherins will mainly a size advantage in muscle but not in brains as their about the size of Snape's...("WEASLEY!" McGonagall screamed, cutting Ron off. "Just kidding Professor...")

"Er, anyway, Gryffindor led by Potter and Granger, known throughout the school as the Perfect and Prefect Couple, ("WEASLEY! SURRENDER THE MEGAPHONE!" "I'm just stating facts, Professor.") As well as former announcer Lee Jordan at Keeper and Calvin Arrow at the other Beater slot."

Harry felt his face go red as he walked out on to the pitch and heard Ron's commentary. One of these days...

"The former Beaters, Fred and George Weasley resigned their posts awhile ago, and they aren't here today. Well know fact, Arrow and the beautious bookworm Granger," McGonagall's death glare was easily outmatched by Hermione's and Ron gave an embarrassed cough, "Anyway, Malfoy and Harry go out to shake hands...there we go..."


Harry almost felt his knuckles crack under the pressure Draco exerted on them. Idly, Harry wondered why Malfoy had cracked in Defense Against the Dark Arts and at the Winter Ball and hadn't been expelled. Surely Dumbledore had a good reason...

"Both teams," Madam Hooch said stuffily, "Mount your brooms!"

Harry and Draco nodded. Fourteen players leapt on theur brooms...

And only seven took to the air.

The missing seven players, otherwise known as the Slytherin Quidditch team completely vanished. For a slpit second Harry had only one thought...Voldemort. Then he heard Ron laughing his head off, and remembered what Ron had just said in his commentary, the twins weren't at the game, which meant that...

Harry locked eyes with Hermione and as if on cue, they both began grinning, grinning turned into sniggering, and sniggering turned into hysterical laughter. Soon the entire stadium was in hysterics except for the Slytherins, who were screaming for revenge, Professor McGonagall, who was trying rather unsuccessfully to get a straight answer out of Ron, and Madam Hooch who was yelling,

"GRYFFINDOR FORFIETS! SLYTHERIN WINS!"


It was the last bit from Madam Hooch that made Harry's eyes go wide,

"Forfeit?!" he yelled incredulously as he landed his broom.

Madam Hooch nodded stoutly as the Gryffindors landed all of them looking angered except for Hermione.

"Why do we forfiet?" Calvin inquired, "You have absoulutely zero evidence that the Gryffindors had anything to do with this!"

"The entire Slytherin team is whisked away, and the Gryffindor team remains. That's enough evidence Mister Arrow!" Madam Hooch said staring Calvin down.


Despite the Gryffindor team's attempts to convince Madam Hooch that they had absoulutely nothing to do the sudden disappearance of the Slytherins, she stuck to her ruling of a Slytherin victory and the crowd roared it's disapproval.

The Slytherins, on the other hand were cheering louding and jeering at the fans of the other three houses who were shouting insults back while the teachers tried to maintain order. The Slytherins had apparently forgotten that their Quidditch team was missing, or didn't care and Harry was more then willing to bet on the latter.

As he turned to Hermione, Harry yelled angrily, "Can you believe that? Letting Slytherin win the Cup?"

"Harry," Hermione said in a soothing motherly voice, "Rules are rules and I'm sure the twins had something to do with it, and so we deserved it."


"Oh great!" Harry shouted, "Take her side why don't you!"

Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, "Harry, what's wrong it's only Quidditch..."

"It's not fair, and your taking that," Harry made a comment he would later have regretted if Madam Hooch had heard it, "side and your a Gryffindor!"


By now, the team and stopped trying to "peacefully" convince Madam Hooch that she was wrong, and were watching Harry and Hermione fight.

"Harry, is Quidditch really that important?" Hermione asked, "Come on, we just lost a game, no big..."

Knowing that he'd wish he'd never done it later, Harry cut off Hermione in the middle of the sentence, "Yeah, it does matter! OK? Try not to be such a stuffy know-it-all..." Harry trailed off, Oh great, smooth move Potter...

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione trilled, "How could you..."

Harry knew that the best thing to do was to admit his mistake and say he was sorry, but his pride was at stake.

"See you later, Hermi," he said stiffly and left. Everyone watched Harry's retreating back as he walked off the pitch.

"Harry?"

Harry tried to ignore the voice as he hid in the shadows. He should have known Hermione would find him here, after all they had spent a good portion of time in their second year in here with Ron trying to figure out who was the Heir of Slytherin.

"Harry, are you there?"

Harry sighed. One he knew that he couldn't stay in here forever, Moaning Mrytle, the resident ghost of the out of order girls' lavatory would probably appear sometime. Harry was rather lucky that she didn't happen to haunting her toilet at the moment. Harry also knew that Mrytle had a small...crush on hi,, if she found him her her toilet...he suddered.


"Harry? I'm leaving..."

For a few milliseconds Harry wrestled with his pride. Should he keep his pride or Hermione...pride or Hermione...

"Hermione! What!"

Harry had just heard Hermione about to the close the door, and the sound stopped.

"Harry? Where are you?"

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Harry walked out of the girl's stall and looked at Hermione who was still wearing her Quidditch robes.

"Hermione," Harry began, shoving his pride down his throat.

"Yes," she answered expectantly.

Harry heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry Hermione."

Hermione looked at Harry, "Harry was Quidditch really that important to you?"

Harry looked down, "I know I was wrong Hermione, forgive me."

Hermione nodded, "I forgive you Harry, I do, but I mean..."

"I'm sorry," Harry said walking towards her, "I made too much of it and I wish I hadn't insulted you."

Hermione sighed, "Harry, it's not so much that you called me a 'know-it-all', it was your manner. You screamed at me over a...Quidditch game?"

Harry felt guilty, one of these days he knew, he was going to have to listen to those quiet nagging doubts of his...

Hermione leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips, "It's OK, Harry. It's in the past. But you might want to learn from it."

Harry nodded and kissed Hermione again. They didn't appear to be ready coming up for air until,

"GET OUT OF MY TOILET!"

Harry pulled himself from Hermione and looked at Moaning Myrtle, who was, as usual in tears.

"Sorry Myrtle," Hermione mumbled, and she grabbed Harry's robes, "Let's go."

As they walked out they heard Myrtle screaming about "the only one I ever loved."

Hermione turned to Harry, "Harry, is there something you want to tell me?"

Harry sniggered, "Nope."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, but Harry caught a playful glint in them, "Because if you've been going out with a ghost..."

Harry laughed and kissed Hermione briefly on the cheek.


"Your not entirely off the hook for yelling at me yet, Harry?" Hermione reminded him with a grin.

"OK," he sighed, "What am I going to have to do?"
Hermione smiled mischiveously, "Hermione Granger Study Schedule again," Harry groaned, "and maybe you could help me write something for the Daily Prophet about S.P.E.W."

Harry sighed, next time was going to pay a lot of attention to those thoughts that told him he was being stupid...

"All right," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender and then slipping them around her waist.


"Are you trying to kiss me again, Potter?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Harry said, and he kissed her.

Harry rubbed Hermione's back as they kissed, and he noticed how good her lips felt on his, and warm she was, and...

KABOOM!

The hall rocked Harry and Hermione conked heads. Harry was thrown violently on the floor, and barely stopped himself with his elbow. As he got up he noticed something rather strange.

Everything was upside down.

"Oh great," Harry heard Hermione's voice.

All right, Harry though to himself, if you make a move the world will go right up again. Harry slowly got up to a standing position.

Nothing happened.

Maybe I have to take a step.

Harry cautiously put one foor forward.

Nothing happened except for the fact that Harry's body had gone about six inches in a northern direction in time and space.

"It must have been the twins," Harry heard a voice mutter beside him. Harry turned and saw Hermione, also standing on the ceiling.

"What was it?"

Hermione shrugged, "It could have been anything. In 1166 in Hogsmeade the entire flipped over for a few seconds as a result of a Equioxitic Charm performed by Udall the Unreal and his followers."

"Thank you Professor Granger," Harry said grinning. Hermione looked so beautiful when she was in deep thought.

Hermione's eyes flashed at Harry, "Harry, do you ever want to stay on my good side?"

"Erm, sorry Herms," Harry said looking down at his feet.

Hermione smiled, showing her beautiful, straight, pearl-white teeth,

"Harry, I was joking, I forgave you and it's in the past, OK?"

Harry nodded, "So the heck are we going to get out of here?"

Hermione bit her lip, "Well, it's possible that the effects were limited to a certain area, so if we just keep walking forward maybe the world will turn-over again."

Harry nodded, "Makes sense."

As they continued on, Harry slipped his arm around Hermione's waist.

Hermione sniggered, "Even now, with the world literally upside-down, you have to try and be a romantic."

Harry laughed and pulled Hermione closer, wrapped his other around and as their lips began to touch...

"GANGWAY! MAYDAY! AGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!"


Harry and Hermione broke apart. Harry whipped his head around to see what was going on and found Calvin Arrow coasting on the stone ceiling wearing old Muggle Rollerblades and heading at them at extremly high velocity.

Harry was later thankful for pure instinct, as he dove out of the way and crashed into the wall. Hermione dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way. Quickly she got up and whipped out her want and yelled "Haltia!"

Calvin immediately stopped, and teetered over, tried to regain his balance, but his Rollerblades slipped and he ended up in a heap on the stone ceiling. Harry and Hermione rushed over to help him.

"Uggghhh..." Calvin held up a hand to his head, "That hurt."

"I'm not surprised," Hermione said, flinching at the sight of a cut on his forehead.

"You OK, Calvin?"

Calvin nodded, "Thanks Hermione. I see you two have made up."

"How'd you know?" Harry asked, then felt rather stupid as Calvin had been heading straight towards them.

"When you see two people about to start snogging, I'd say very well that they aren't mad at each other," Calvin grinned, as he slipped off his Rollerblades.

"Why are you taking them off?" Harry asked wrinkling his nose at the sight of Calvin's grayish colored socks. Odds were they had once been white, but Calvin apparently hadn't washed them for awhile...

As a way of reply Calvin held up one Rollerblade where the front wheel had a huge chunk taken out of it.


"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said, "I didn't mean to do that. Here I'll fix it..."

"Don't bother," Calvin waved her off, "I haven't had much luck on skates since the time I was going down a steep hill, yelled out to Hobbes 'How do I stop?', and he replied 'Turn into a gravel driveway and fall down!'"

Harry and Hermione simultaniously burst into fits of laughter, and began holding on to each other for support, "And-and you d-did it?" Harry managed to choke out.

"Shut up," Calvin said, but now a smile was beginning to creep in on his face, "Yes, I did it. I was a trusting six-year old who didn't know he was a wizard. Give me a break, willya?"

Harry and Hermione took awhile to stop laughing, and Harry felt as though he was going to die. He was having trouble breathing, and his sides ached, but he finally managed to calm down.

"Anyway," Calvin said, and they got up and Harry replaced his arm around Hermione, "Do you know what happened?"

Harry and Hermione shook their heads, and Calvin grinned, "It was, naturally Fred and George. They reverseed the polarity of everyone's gravity in the castle. Just the people. Apparently that was what they were working on when they lost their memories."
Harry groaned, "You mean everyone's like this?"
Calvin flashed a wicked smile, "Well, except the good old Slytherin Quidditch team of course. Guess were the Portkeys sent them?"
"I don't know, and I know your going to tell us," Hermione said with a quick smile.
"Your right," Calvin said, "I will. The Astronomy tower, were Fred and George happened to be waiting with a few kneazles that Hagrid interbred with cats. They happened to be a little overly aggressive," a grin from Harry and Hermione, "And they got scratched up pretty bad. Not to mention poor ickle Malfoykins' broom got all chewed up by the kneazle-cats, and was tossed out the conviently open window. Right on the Whomping Willow, this was followed by the shreading of the entire set of finely hand-made Slytherin Quidditch robes. The chewing of just about every broom tail. And none of them'll fly right, so they were also thrown into the Willow by a very mad Malfoy," Calvin grimaced, "We still lost the match for it, and eighty-five points from Gryffindor. But I think it was well worth it."


"Well that explains one thing, what about the reversal of gravitational polarity?" Hermione asked gesturing at the floor which was really the ceiling.

Calvin nodded, "Right, let's see. OK, everyone's in the Great Hall because after McGonagall saw Malfoy's broom go flying out the Astronomy Tower window. So, she went up there and Stunned all of the kneazle-cats, much to Hagrid's disappointment," Calvin shivered,

"They were our next lesson. But man, if they were that aggressive... Anyway, so McGonagall forcibly dragged the twins down to her office were she frisked all of them came up with a little vial filled with some green stuff. The twins yell at her not to open it, but being McGonagall, she does and WHOOSH! Huge explosion rocks the castle and everything's upside down."

"Nice," Harry commented.

"Then what are you doing here, Calvin?" Hermione wondered aloud.

"Oh, er, well...all this wide-open ceiling space. Hobbes snuck me out. No big deal."

Hermione sighed, "How long are the effects?"

"Oh....about three hours. After Dumbledore tells everyone what happened, we'll go back to our own seperate common room ceilings, and make sure that the floors are well-cusioned for when we fall."

Harry grinned.