A/N: I don't own any of these characters, because J.K. Rowling does, and she owns them because she wrote Harry Potter, and she wrote Harry Potter because she felt like it! Okay. I actually do own Anna. She's ME! J.K. Rowling doesn't own me! I do!


Saturday, 9:00 am

After a week like this, I think I'm ready to just get on with life and get something to eat. I'm starving! So I go down to breakfast with some other Gryffindors. As I'm about to dive into some eggs and bacon, Fred and George come down to eat with me, with devious grins on their faces.

"I know that look. I'm in of course, what's the plan of action?" I sigh

"Right. Now here's the deal. we were looking for another passageway out of here and we might have found one, but we aren't sure. We need you to keep guard for us while we check it out." George explains.

"Alright. When do we go?"

"Oh.......about" Fred looked at his watch for a long time "now"

Well, I guess I can just wait for lunch. I like doing this kind of stuff with Fred and George. Yeah, they're two years older than I am, but that never made a difference before. We ventured down to near the dungeons. Snape territory.

"You two are big idiots." I say

"Yeah we know"

"what if you get caught?"

"Look, we've been planning this out. Snape doesn't get up until at least noon. That should be plenty of time"

"if you say so"

"alright. lets go"

"Lets put this baby to bed!"

So we go down to this dead end. I just stare at this stony wall with no sign of weakness or holes.

Just then, George pulls out a stone. I must be looking confused, because Fred has just begun explaining the whole deal.

"It's not complicated. We take these stones out of this wall, and we have found a passageway, or so we think, that will lead us out of here."

"Um, alright"

"If a teacher asks about why you;re down here, just make something up, like you got morning detention with snape or something"

"Dude, he doesn't do morning detentions!"

"Oh, well think something up that's legit."

By this point George is halfway into this wall. Then with lots of struggling, he finally gets his way in. He signals for Fred, and he, with the same amount of effort, squeezes in.

Now this is getting boring. They have been in that damn hole in that wall for what seems to be 30 minutes. So, by this time, I am going to get something to read. Fred comes out of the wall, looking very smug.