SOME SPOILERS FOR OOTP . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . OK people not mine yadda yadda. I know Fred and George left in ootp but just pretend they came back the next year to finish off their N.E.W.T.S. Unlikely i know but call it a plot device. This is my first HP fic so be nice and leave some reviews. I toast Marshmallows on flames, so send em in as well.

Oh and this may eventually turn into a Sev/Mione so if your not into it don't read. I don't usually intend it but every time i write it eventually turns into a Sev/Mione. Snot my fault... well yes it is but hey what can i say... the sevster needs a bit of loving! Will not contain sex scenes as i cannot write them so if your looking for a lemon look somewhere else!

On with the story.

Dumbledore observed the students through a magical seeing crystal in his office. His eyes were furrowed, and his features had the drawn look of concern. They were suffering, he knew, ever since the return of Voldemort, the entire school walked around in a worried daze. Mischeif became almost non existant and laughter was now rarely heard echoing through the corridors. Just then a brilliant, even for him, idea popped into existance in a tiny corner of his mind. Deviously he smiled and quickly summoned Fred and George Weasley to his office... he would be requiring their expertise.

Three minutes later.

A timid knock at the door startled Dumbledore out of his rapidly forming plan.

"Come in" he said removing the wards from his door. Nervously the pair entered the room, unable to think of what they had done wrong that might have warranted a trip to the headmasters office.

"Ah Fred... George, Stop looking so guilty, you're not here for a lecture.... that's something new..." he mused.

They visibly relaxed and smiled at the kindly wizard.

"That's better, good to see some smiles in this place... which brings me to my next point"

Fred and George looked eager to please the man who had let them off so many times for all the pranks they pulled, probably more than they knew as they were sure he knew more than he let on.

"As you two are no doubt aware, the school has become a bit of a grim affair, since the rise of Voldemort..." both winced "and as the only two mischeif makers left in operation around the school, Ifeel it would be wise to enlist your help in rectifying this matter".

Fred and George mirrored Dumbledores look of pure glee at the things they could do with the power and consent of Dumbledore behind them.

"Gred"

"Forge"

"At your disposal" they chimed and both stuck out their hands.

"Excellent" Dumbledore said shaking both hands at once (without them noticing he'd managed to transfigure his left hand to a right one to accomplish this).

"Now tell me about this swamp charm you inflicted upon 'poor' Professor Umbridge last year".