A/N: Okay, this chapter isn't very long but It's a personal favorite of mine. ^^ I hope you enjoy it. It explains in my way how HP history was made! See you!

Disclaimer: To write or not to write…. I'd rather write, even if it's not mine. ^^

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Chapter 4

"Detention"

Things continued to progress slowly but surely and before anyone noticed, another week had gone by. For Bella this wasn't the best news. Although she would be getting her Kneazle anytime now she also had to look forward to Detention with the caretaker: Filch. Little did she know that three little adventurers would soon be keeping her far more entertained then she had ever expected…

"Hey, why are you putting it there?" asked Jonathan as the twins began to fiddle with a strange… and smelly contraption.

"Because in here it would spread the furthest!" said Fred and he unloaded another one and handed it to George.

"These babies will definitely make our presence known!" said George with a snicker.

It was late and mostly everyone had gone to bed but not these three first year Gryffindors. They were planning something very interesting indeed. As they put the last Dung-bomb into place the trio of mischief-makers ran across the hall and looked at each other proudly.

"The caretaker's going to have a fit!" said Jonathan trying not to make a noise.

"Yeah! We arranged it so it explodes on our command! We just have to point our wands and BOOM!" explained Fred.

"But we're going to be waiting for Filch or his cat to come by! Nasty chap he is!" said George.

Filch was in fact busy telling Bella what she would be doing in detention. The girl felt like he was reading her rights more then anything else. She sat on a desk in an empty classroom as the dirty, haggard; old man told her that she had to clean the all classrooms of the 4th floor. Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, sat happily next to Filch as he belted out every order. It then looked around and sprinted towards the door as the man continued to describe how Bella should be cleaning. Poor Mrs. Norris… she never knew what hit her!

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"Quiet! I think I hear something," hushed George.

Indeed he did but they noise they heard was not what they expected. From over their heads came a high-pitched cackle and strange gust of wind. Then, they saw only what could be the most devastating sight that could befall them on a night like this. Peeves the poltergeist had seen them and was approaching them with a wide grin and curious eyes.

"It's my friends from the Great Hall! What are you planning now?" he shrieked.

"Shut up! Everyone will hear you!" said Jonathan angrily.

"Hehe! I smell the sweet stench of trouble in the air! Let me help! Let me help!!" he bellowed.

"No! Away with you!" ordered Fred afraid that Filch might hear him.

"Hahaha! No my ickle firsty friends!! You will let me have some fun too! Fun-fun-fun!" said Filch as he picked up Jonathan by the arms and swung him in the air.

"No!!! Put him down!" cried both the twins.

But it was too late! Peeves had become invisible and floated away with the poor boy hanging into thin air like a puppet on a string. George was about to run after him when Fred held him back.

"No… He'll be ok. He can deal with that poor excuse for a phantom! We can't run off and leave the dung-bombs in the corridor!"

"But… Ah, I guess you're right. Hey look!" said George as his expression change dramatically.

Mrs. Norris was walking around and went up near the smelly objects. The twins grinned and pointed their wands at the dung-bombs they had set. Making sure they were out of harm's way they took deep breaths and…

**BOOM** Went an explosion in the corridor. Both Filch and Bella stared at the open door and suddenly came a terrible sounding shriek! It was a cat's screech! Filches eyes doubled in size as he let out a scream.

"NO!!!" he cried as he rushed out of the classroom and headed downstairs, Bella close behind.

It was quite a scene! The dung-bombs had done their work. The corridor was covered in dung with Mrs. Norris at the very center. She was covered head to tail with the smelly substance and had some patches of fur floating about her; she strangely looked like a sickly French poodle. Filch was nearly in tears as he watched his cat shake. Bella only glance at the mess and said:

"Oh! Disgusting!" and held her nose but did smile just a bit when she saw Mrs. Norris.

Filch was about to run over to his poor bewildered beast until he noticed a pair of voices chuckling near a corner. His eyes flaming, he ran over towards the sound and saw the twins, both on the floor, tears trickling down their cheeks, their hands clenched to their stomachs. Bella took out her wand, cleaned up most of the mess and ran to the caretaker's side to see just whom the culprit was. Her eyes blinking, she saw Filch grab the two, still hysterical twins by their collars and begin to drag them to his office. He didn't look very happy…

"It's like they're all following me around," thought Bella as she noticed the flaming red hair. She wondered if she should just escape. Filch would have more then his hands full with that pair. As she began to walk back to the classroom where she had left her favorite bag she heard strange noises coming from the other end of the corridor. With nothing better to do, Bella followed the sound.

Meanwhile Filch had brought his two prisoners into a nasty part of the castle that the twins had never seen before. He made them sit down in two chairs in a dingy room while looked at them furiously from behind a table.

"I will have your heads for this!!" he began to shout.

"Oh come on now, don't you –" began Fred.

"I don't want to hear it!! If I could, I would have you both skinned and disemboweled! I'd have you chained by your earlobes to the ceiling! I'd have –"

"I guess this means we have detention doesn't it?" said George with a laugh beginning to form with his mouth.

"DETENTION? Oh, you'll have the worst detention I'll be able to think of!" he yelled.

As the man shouted, Fred held his head while leaning on the arm of the chair. He stared at the room and looked at the hanging chains, the strange torturing tools and finally stopped when he spotted a filing cabinet. He gazed at the different labels and noticed one drawer has the words: "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous" written. Filch had left the table to get some parchment in a cabinet at the other end of the room to write up their detentions. Fred sat up straight and poked George in the ribs. The boy turned his head questioning what he wanted.

"Hey, look over there," said Fred.

"Oooh, interesting but how do we get to it without him knowing?" he whispered.

"Well, have you got anymore dung-bombs left?"

"Oh… yes, I've got a few left. Ok… so you go for the goods and I'll distract this old fart," said George smiling.

"That's just what I was thinking!" said Fred making himself ready.

Filch returned to the table and promptly put the roll of parchment on it. He began to scribble down hard and wrote: "Detention Slip" as a header. He was about to demand that the boys tell him their names when Fred and George winked at the same time and yet another BOOM resounded. George had thrown the dung-bomb right at Filch's face and he ran around madly trying to wipe the gunk off. Fred then dashed to the cabinet and grabbed what ever he could. To his surprise the only thing he could manage to find was a piece of parchment. "Better then nothing!" he said quickly and stuffed it in his robes. They both then streaked to the door as fast as their legs could carry them leaving Filch totally confused and utterly infuriated.

As the boys made their escape they looked about for any signs of that stupid cat. True Filch was 'occupied' at the moment but that cat might as well be him. They headed around the corner and up the stairs. Once there, they heard a high pitched shriek and what sounded almost like a balloon letting out all its air at once. When they saw what it was, they found Jonathan and Belladona looking up at the ceiling. Confused as to why there was another student up so late they calmly walked over to them.

"What was that?" asked George.

"Who are you?" asked Fred.

"Oh, you should have seen it! This girl here, her name's Belladona, she helped me turn Peeves into a giant, transparent balloon! It was hilarious!" said Jonathan with a smile. "She did this charm… what was it?"

"Gonfilius," said Bella smiling. "I can't stand the thing as much as I can't stand Filch! Oh! Why are you both still here? I saw Filch snatch you both and drag you to his office. Why are you out so early?" questioned Bella.

"Oh… well, let's just say there was a little accident," said Fred.

"I think we should leave. We better get out of here while we can," said George.

The others nodded their heads in agreement and headed towards their common rooms. They all knew that Filch wouldn't be able to trace them until morning. Bella waved goodbye to Jonathan and the twins and left for her common room hoping that the boy's shenanigans had made the man forget completely about her. The first years however, had different things to think of.

"What is it? It doesn't look very dangerous to me," said Jonathan.

"We don't know yet. Give us some time to figure this out. Frankly, I'm just glad we got out of that one. We'll have to lay low until Filch forgets our faces," said George.

"Ha, he'll forget your faces alright but there's no way he will forget your hair!"

"Well, it doesn't matter! Let's just go to bed! We'll see what this little beauty can do later!" added Fred as they went to sleep.

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A/N: I ask again to PLEASE read Nightshades and Moonlight first. It's really where this entire story came from! Bye-bye!