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The Weasley twins were well known for the tricks they played. There exit from Hogwarts had become the stuff of legends. You would think therefore, that their brother Ron would know not to trust them. After all they had used students as testers for their other projects and Ron had seen the disastrous results they had caused. But no, this time Ron's stupidity had over come him. So desperate to make himself attractive to Hermione, he had swallowed a sweet Fred and George had sent him. What the sweet should have done was change Ron's hair colour, what they told him it would do was make him more attractive, what it had done..... well it had done a lot.

Harry stared in disbelief at what had once been the unmistakable face of Ron Weasley. There was now a very different face. His nose had ballooned out and turned bright red, from his mouth stuck out two long tusk like teeth. His hair had lengthened to his waist and turned bright blue and green and he now had three eyes. All Harry could do was stare and laugh. He knew he shouldn't have, Ron was his best friend and he needed help. But something in Harry just snapped, he laughed so hard that he fell over and even when on the floor he continued to laugh. Ron tried to calm him down. After all he didn't want to attract anyone's attention. How would he explain what happened and would people even believed him. What if he never changed back? He would remain that way forever and Hermione and all the other girls would just laugh at him. Anger rose up within him .When he saw Fred and George he was going to make their lives hell. But right now he had to work out what to do.

Hermione had been sat in her room trying to avoid Neville. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she did, it was just..... Well she didn't really know. It was like the time she had thought about going out with Ron. They were friends and they had a laugh but in the end was that enough? She didn't think so. No she had to end the pretence with Neville. If she wanted Harry to notice her she would have to go about it another way. It was cruel of her to just use him for her own gains. Neville needed to know the truth. She slid off her bed and headed for the door. He would probably be downstairs in the Gryffindor common room stressing over some homework. Best to get it over with quickly, she thought.

Normally Neville would have been in the common room but today was no normal day. Neville had decided to sign up for the Quiddich team. He had been thinking about doing it for a while but had just never had the confidence. Now he was going out with Hermione he could finally prove himself to the world. However there was a nagging thought in the back of his head. Ever since the first time he had seen her, Neville had had a crush on Ginny Weasley. He didn't know what it was about her but he liked her. Was it really fair of him to go out with Hermione when he liked someone else? There was no time to think about that now; he needed to prove to Angelina that he could play Quiddich and that she should pick him for the team. He would worry about the women in his life later, probably during potions.

Much to the horror of Ron, Harry's laughing had managed to attract a teacher, but not just any teacher, Professor Snape. Snape had a particular distaste for Harry Potter and his friends and took great delight in escorting the pair directly to Dumbledore's office. Once inside Dumbledore motioned for Snape to leave. He did so grudgingly as he had wanted to hear the pair get shouted at. Dumbledore stared at Ron over the top of his half moon glasses. "I take it master Weasley that your brothers had something to do with this?" Dumbledore seemed to have a face like thunder. Nervously he shook his head. "Let me guess, they sent you once of their marvellous new sweets." As he was saying this Dumbledore rose from behind his desk. He slowly walked over to Ron and began examining his face more closely. Ron scared out of his wits slowly shook his head again. Then without warning Dumbledore burst out laughing. "Well trust those two. Even in our darkest hours they can still bring a smile to my face." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, he had been sure that Dumbledore was ready to expel him. "I will have to ask you, mister Weasley, to visit Madam Pomfrey in the medical ward. I'm sure she'll find something that will help it clear up in a few days." Ron gasped loudly at this. "A few days! A few days! I can't go round school looking like this for a few days. What will people say?" Dumbledore wandered back to his desk and moved a few notes around. "Well mister Weasley, on the bright side I'm sure it's a wonderful advert for your brothers business. I do however hope I don't receive a sweet that will make me look like that. I'm quite sure my lady friends would not like it." Ron was sure he had seen a twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes, but as the very thought of Dumbledore having a "lady friend" made him shudder he ignored it.

Ron and Harry left Dumbledore's office and proceeded down the stairs. Harry wasn't quite sure what to say to Ron. He glanced down at his watch and was astounded by the time. "Ron I'm sorry I've got to get to practise." Ron looked alarmed. "You can't leave me alone. I've got to go to the medical wing. Please Harry" Ron stared at him with his three blinking eyes. They made Harry shudder. "Sorry Ron but if I'm late again they'll throw me out." Harry ran, leaving a rather sad Ron alone in the corridor. Oh well thought Ron perhaps no one will notice me. Just as Ron was thinking that, Professor Binns let his first year Hufflepuff class out into the corridor.

Although Harry had run as fast as he could he was still late for practise. He could see the team already following Angelina's directions. She, he knew, would kill him. For Harry was nearly always late for practise. It wasn't really his fault; it was just that he lead a very full life. Angelina had spotted him and began to descend towards him. Normally she looked far scarier from a height but today was different, she seemed almost happy. "Late again Potter. I wouldn't bother changing your on the bench today." Harry stood with his mouth open. He had never been forced to sit on the bench before and besides the team needed a seeker. Almost as if she had read his mind Angelina replied. "Oh and I wouldn't worry we've got a new seeker that we're trying out." Harry glanced up to get a glimpse of the new seeker. "Neville Longbottom! You've got to be kidding!" Angelina smiled, she was obviously happy at Harry's discomfort. "Yes Potter, Neville is our new seeker......."