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This challenge is from Red Scar:

The challenge:

-The Weasley Team created several trick potions and tested them.
-Harry drank a potion that made him go get a PlayStation and created the "Whack-a-Voldemort" game.
-Malfoy and Cho Chang drank potions that made them sing Christmas carols in burps.
-Voldemort drank another potion that made him think he can fly.
-Ron and Hermione drank a potion that will make them kissing each other FOREVER.
-Dudley drank a potion that made him think he's a pig and lived with a sow and lived happily ever after.
-Then, everyone else in the wizard community drank potions that will make them think they can survive the Avada Kedavra curse and asked Voldemort to try and kill them.

Message to Red Scar (Warning: if you are not Red Scar and you read this message, your eyes will spontaneously combust! I'm serious!): Red Scar, you're challenge is TOO specific. If a challenge is going to be FUN, it shouldn't be TOO specific. It seems you already made out what will happen to the characters so there's little left for me to do. Either that or I'm a really lame talentless writer with a HUGE writer's block. :) Still going to try though … since you seem SO eager to read my response!

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(A/N: I made this really really long so you readers will burn at my insanity before you even read HALF the fic!!! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!)

Accidental Chaos

            Fred and George Weasley were in their Super Sneaky Secluded Secret Idea Room That Only They Know About (a.k.a. SSSSIRTOTKA). What they do in their SSSSIRTOTKA is they invent new tricks for them to sell to other people. Right now, they were venturing into a new idea – trick potions!

            "George, what does this potion do again?" Fred asked the day they finished brewing the potions.

            "Erm, I don't quite know yet …" came George's reply.

            "Well, only one way to find out then," Fred said. Evil grins spread across their faces.

*The next day*

            "Hey, Harry!" Fred called out to Harry. They were the only three in the common room.

            "Yeah?" came Harry's bored reply.

            "We created a couple of trick potions … would you like the honour of trying them out so that me and Fred can see what they do?" George asked him.

            "Er, no," Harry replied. "Thanks by the way."

            "Great!" Fred said exuberantly. "Here's the potion! Don't be afraid by it's animateness … that's just the live slugs we put in." The twins gave a broad smile.

            "Erm, I don't think you two heard," Harry said as he sat up. "I said NO."

            "We know you said 'no', Harry," George said. "But everyone KNOWS 'no' means 'yes'.' He said matter-of-factly.

            "Oh … oh yea … 'no' means 'yes' …" Harry said. "I guess I MEANT 'yes' … all right then." He took the little potion bottle and gulped down the liquid inside. "Hey, this tastes good …"

            "How do you feel?" Fred asked.

            "I feel … fine," Harry said numbly. A glaze invaded his eyes. He felt numb for a few moments. Then for a few minutes, he just sat there inanimately staring at the fireplace.

            "Harry?" George asked cautiously.

            "Uh, George? He doesn't look too good," Fred said. "Maybe the potion had a negative effect on him."

            "What if … what if he stays that way and never be the same again?" George asked with a panicked tone in his voice. "What if that potion paralysed him making him a vegetable that will soon prove fatal to his well being and kill him slowly and painfully from the inside but no one would know because he's incapable of speech and Harry will suffer a horrible, terrible death!"

            "So what? We can always make MORE potions."

            "Oh, yeah … … … hey, isn't there that Quidditch match today?"

            "Oh, right, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw."

            "I wonder who will win," George said as the twins exited the common room.

*5 minutes later*

            "Ow …" Harry said holding his head in his hands. He had just snapped out of his little trance. "Shouldn't have stole Hagrid's vodka." He stood up. "Should've stopped at the third bottle." Then he saw the empty potion bottle … "Oh, right … the trick potion … I wonder …"

*The next day*

            "Who shall be our next victim, Fred?" George asked.

            "Who else but the one and only despicable-"

            "Malfoy," they said together.

            They waited in the corridors for Draco. Then he came around the corner. Thanks to the Powers That Be, Draco was alone.

            "Hey, Malfoy," Fred called out with a sneer. Draco gave one back.

            "What is it, Weasel?"

            "Since you're Public Enemy Number One, everyone voted that YOU should be the next one that tests our next trick potion," George said holding out the potion.

            "Erm, nah … I don't think I will …" Draco said.

            "It's strawberry flavoured …" Fred said in a singsong voice as he poured a glass of the potion. Draco looked at the ground and fidgeted with his feet.

            "Here … we'll put an umbrella in it," George offered. Draco still looked reluctant.

            "What colour umbrella is it?" Draco asked.

            "Any colour you wish."

            "D'you have green?"

            "'Course we do!" George said as he stuck a green umbrella in the glass. He handed it to Draco. "You want?? … You like??"

            Draco grabbed the glass and gulped the liquid down. "Mmmm … strawberries … Can I have the whole bottle of it?"

            "Sure," Fred said. Then he whispered to George. "That potion takes a day to take effect … let's go." The twins left Draco with the potion.

            Just then, Cho Chang came by. She was led by her Super-Sensitive nose (an advantage for a Seeker). She smelled strawberries … her favourite.

            "Mmmm … I smell strawberries … huh? Wha? Malfoy?" Cho said. Then her eye rested upon the bottle he held in his hands. "Give me that!" She made as if to grab the bottle. And grab it she did. And pull it out of Draco's grasps she did. And drink it till the last drop she also did. "Aaahhh … strawberries … Thanks, Malfoy!" And she went back to her dormitory.

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            After they left Draco with the potion, the twins made for the common room.

            "Hey, Fred, I have an excellent candidate for our next guinea pig," George said.

            "Who?"

            "Harry's muggle cousin."

            They entered the rowdy common room where they found the Gryffindors crowding around what looked like a TV screen with a grey box below it. Two grey wires were attached to the grey box and the other ends were controllers. Dean and Seamus were handling those controllers.

            "Hey! Fred! George!" Ron yelled. "This is wicked! Harry invented a game called 'Whack-a-Voldemort'! It's really awesome!"

            Fred and George looked at each other. Then they pulled Harry aside.

            "Harry! What did the potion do?" Fred asked excitedly.

            "Erm, well …"

            "What happened when you broke from your little trance?" George interrupted.

            "I got this insane urge to get a PlayStation …" Harry said. He looked at them waiting for weird looks but they urged him on. "Then when I got one-"

            "Stole one, rather," Hermione said interrupting.

            "Yea … what she said … Then I got another insane urge to … create a game …" He went on but Fred and George weren't listening anymore. They whipped to their SSSSIRTOTKA and immediately jotted down the potion's effects. They proceeded to owl Dudley a package. Inside the package was a trick potion cleverly disguised as a can of Coke.

            Just then Ron and Hermione appeared in the SSSSIRTOFGKA. Fred and George stared at them for a while. The four said nothing. Then Hermione broke the silence.

            "I thought you guys would be here!"

            "Hey, Fred, do you have anything that will cure these rashes we have? They're killing us!" Ron said.

            "Erm, yea, I suppose I do …" He fumbled aimlessly at the desk. His brain was still trying to process the fact that Ron and Hermione were in their SSSSIRTOTKA. He grabbed absent-mindedly at a pink potion bottle and handed it to them.

            "Potion to cure rashes?" Ron said.

            "Yea, Ron, I should have thought of that …" Hermione said. "Oh, well, thanks Fred! Let's go, Ron. Oh, and by the way, nice place." And she and Ron went back to the common room.

            "How … how did they find out about our SSSSIRTOWKA?" Fred said regaining himself.

            "Erm … I don't know but, uh, Fred, the potion you gave them …"

            Fred looked at the desk where the pink potion bottle use to be. "Uh-oh. The Super Make-Out-Forever Love Potion! I accidentally gave it to them!"

            "Quick! Grab the camera! We can make some fast cash selling cheap smut videos of them!"

            "Right! Right, you go on ahead, George!" Fred said as he stumbled out of his seat and reached for the camera. George left the SSSSIRTOTKA. Fred grabbed the video camera and several tapes of film and was about to dash out when … Voldemort appeared!

            "BWAHAHAHAH!! I told you, Wormtail! This is only place in Hogwarts that I can apparate into!" he said.

            "Yes, Master," Wormtail said, coming to Voldemort's side.

            "And for misjudging me, Wormtail, you shall die. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

            Wormtail died. Somewhere in heaven, James and Lily rejoiced.

            "Duh!" Fred said.

            "What?!" Voldemort said, jumping slighting. "Who are you, boy?"

            "Don't change the subject!" Fred said. "We're talking about the only place in Hogwarts that anyone can apparate into. Of course you can apparate here! It's me and my brother's SSSSIRTOTKA! And you're not invited."

            "Oh … I'm sorry," Voldemort said. "AVADA KEDAV-"

            "OH, MY GOD!!!! IT'S RICKY MARTIN!!!!" Fred shouted as he pointed behind Voldemort. Voldemort squealed with delight as he turned around.

            "Where!!!! WHERE!!?!??! Oh …" He turned facing Fred again. "That was very rude of you! Didn't your mother teach you manners, boy?"

            "No," Fred said. "But that still entitles me to a dying wish, doesn't it?"

            "Erm, yes, I suppose."

            "Okay!" Fred said. He randomly grabbed a potion and handed it to Voldemort. "Here … test my trick potion."

            "Phbbt! You expect ME to drink THAT?" Voldemort asked.

            "Yes …" Fred said slowly as if talking to a one-year-old.

            "Cool." Voldemort said and he drank the potion. He licked his lips. "Just like my old socks."

            "Okay, whatever. I've got to rush to the common room to videotape Ron and Hermione making out."

            "Can I watch them too?"

            "Erm, … well, you did grant me my dying wish so … yea, sure!" They walked out into the common room.

            "AAAAHHHH!!!! IT'S YOU-KNOW-WHO!!!!" A girl screamed. She dashed up to Voldemort and checked a parchment she had in her hand. "Erm, sorry, Dark Lord but … you are NOT on the party list." Voldemort looked hurt.

            "But I came with him," he said pointing to Fred.

            "Ooohh …" the girl said. "Party on then!" The girl walked away.

            "Hey, Voldemort!" Harry said cheerily. "Look! I made a 'Whack-A-Voldemort' game! It is SO cool!"

            "Hmph! That's nothing! Look what I can do!" Voldemort said as he walked towards the window. He opened it and stood on the windowsill. "*I* am about to show you that *I* can FLY! Behold!" Voldemort jumped out the window, hands spread wide. A few seconds later came a loud THUD! And after that some cursing.

*The next day*

            The breakfast table at Hogwarts was noisy as usual. But today there were two other sounds. One belonged to Draco and the other to Cho. They were … singing Christmas carols … no, wait, that's not right … they were burping Christmas carols.

            Fred and George walked into the Great Hall. They noticed Draco and Cho burping carols. They froze.

            "Oh, my God!" Fred said.

            "Yeah! I know," George exclaimed. "It's not Christmas yet!"

            "No, not that!" came Fred's petulant reply. "They're burping it."

            "So?"

            "They're burping it wrong! It's *starts burping to the tune of White Christmas*. Those two are amateurs!"

            "Preposterous!"

            "Must have been the potion."

            "Ahh."

            They sat down and started having breakfast.

            "Hey, Fred," George said. "We have got to try out Potion No. 68."

            "Yea, but on who?"

            "Hmmm … the whole wizard community?" They both laughed dismissively. But George had an evil gleam in his eye.

*That day at Hogsmeade*

            "Quick, Fred!" George said as he looked out of the kitchen door.

            "I'm pouring it as quick as I can!"

            "Stop tasting the Butterbeer, you fool! You just spiked it!"

            "Oh, right!"

            "Madam Rosmerta's coming! Quick! Behind the counter!" They both jumped behind the counter. Madam Rosmerta came in the kitchen door. She filled a few glasses with Butterbeer and then went out. Fred and George sniggered quietly to themselves.

*Meanwhile at Privet Drive*

            Dudley was walking home from the candy store. Then he saw an owl hoot above him. The owl dropped a small package at his feet. He picked it up and tore the wrapping.

            "A can of Coke? Who sent me this? And by owl too?" Dudley said to himself. His mind debated with his stomach whether he should tell this to his parents or just drink the can of Coke. His stomach won. He finished the whole can of 'Coke' and started walking home.

            He entered through the back door and said 'Hello' to his mother. Only it didn't come out as a 'Hello' but more of a grunt. Aunt Petunia looked at her fat son.

            "Dudley, dear, have you been anywhere near your father's secret stash of beer?" asked Aunt Petunia. Dudley grunted back a reply. Aunt Petunia looked at him suspiciously. "Dudley, dear, your father's psychedelic drugs aren't to be taken by children YOUR age … oh, well, if it keeps him off his PlayStation…" Aunt Petunia sighed and went on reading the newspaper as Dudley went up to his bedroom.

After a few minutes, Aunt Petunia heard noises emanating from upstairs. There were a few loud grunts, then a few screams, which quickly turned into piggy-like squeals and then sounds like something banging on the walls. This went on for quite a while and Aunt Petunia heard it all. But she just laughed it off.

            "Teenage hormones … little Jane from next door must have come over," Aunt Petunia said with a hearty laugh. When it was time for dinner, Aunt Petunia set the table then went upstairs to call Dudley downstairs. She knocked on his door a few times but when Dudley didn't answer, she opened it. And screamed.

            "Oh, my GOD!!!!!" she screamed before promptly fainting. Uncle Vernon ran upstairs and walked into Dudley's room. It was all in a mess … and a pig was cowering in a corner. Uncle Vernon saw the pig.

            "Oh, it's just tomorrow's dinner, Petunia, nothing to faint about," Uncle Vernon said. "Hey, that pig looks just like … … … OH, MY GOD!!!!!!"

            The next day, Dudley's parents had no choice but to sent him to the farm. Aunt Petunia blamed Dudley's transformation on Uncle Vernon's psychedelic drugs and alcohol.

            "Vernon, you should have just spent a little more money on QUALITY drugs, Vernon!" she said. "Now, look what has happened to our little Dudley-kins. And … oh! Did he just poop! He just pooped in the car, Vernon!"

            At the farm, Dudley met a beautiful sow that he fell in love with and lived happily ever after. Gross …

*That night in Hogsmeade*

            Almost everyone in Hogsmeade drank the spiked Butterbeer. And they started an argument.

            "Are you nuts?! You can't survive the Avada Kedavra curse!"

            "Says who?!"

            "Says ME! Because *I* am the only one who can survive it!"

            "Er, people?" a timid young voice came out. They all turned to see who was speaking. "I think *I* am the only one who has ever survived it … so, why argue?"

            "Look at that! It's Harry Potter! Look, Harry, I *know* I can survive the curse, all right!" a burly man in brown robes said.

            "So can I!" another man said.

            "Look everybody! Shut up!" Hermione piped in. "For those of you who say they can survive the Avada Kedavra curse … go ahead … prove it!"

            "Okay … erm, … how?" the burly man said. "Hey!!!" He pointed behind Hermione. "It's the Dark Lord!!!"

            Everybody turned to look.

            "Why, so it is!" Hermione said. "Hey, Tom! Can I call you Tom? Sure I can. Can you help us Tom? See these people here … they think they can survive the Avada Kedavra curse … Help them prove it, Tom!"

            "Erm," Voldemort began. "I only came here to perform ONE Avada Kedavra curse on ONE person and his name is Harry Potter."

            "Awwww!!!" a disappointed voice came. "C'mon, ya tub-o-lard! Perform the curse on ME! I KNOW I can survive it! C'mon!"

            "No, Dark Lord! Try killing ME! With the curse! C'mon!" another man said.

            "No way, Ken! Only I can survive it!"

            "What?! Voldemort! Try killing ME! Not them!"

            "VOLDEMORT!!!!!!!!" a high-pitched voice came out. Everyone turned to look. The voice belonged to a girl who ran up to the Dark Lord. She held out a glass of milkshake. "Here! If I give you this, you'll HAVE to try and kill me with the Avada Kedavra curse!"

            "Milkshake?" Voldemort asked with a raised eyebrow. Then another man came running up to him.

            "STOP!!! VOLDEMORT!!!" the man shouted. He held out a glass of milkshake too. "Here! Strawberry flavoured!"

            "That's more like it!" Voldemort said as he took the strawberry milkshake and drank it. The he gave the empty glass back to the man.

            "Now perform the Killing Curse on me!"

            "No way … the Drew Carey Show is on now and I don't want to miss it. Man, that Carey guy's really hot, you know! (A/N: Phbbt! Yea, right!)" Voldemort said as he bent his knees. "Prepare for take-off!" He spread his arms and then made as if to fly off. Then he jumped. And he landed flat on his face. "Darn it …" He looked around for a broomstick, grabbed one and flew off into the night humming that tune from The Drew Carey Show.

THE END

Draco: Ew, Professor, what's that?
Snape: It's a penguin.
Draco: No! That!
Snape: *squeals in fright*
-Harry comes-
Harry: Hey, what's that?
Hermione: It's the author.
Harry: Does she pulsate like that all the time?
Hermione: It's her brain.
Ron: She has one?
Draco: Erm, Professor, I don't think it's wise to take samples of the author's brain.
Hermione: Malfoy's right, Professor. Not even for mutational research.
Harry: Yeah … you know she's not …
Ron: Hey! Put that scalpel away, Professor!
Snape: Oh, quiet you-
-A fifty-ton anvil falls on Snape-
Draco: *sigh* I told you it wasn't wise.

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