(A/N: Found a way to squeeze clown suits in. Read it and please review, please do. It's so fun to get this results and it's not healthy to keep your emotions bottle up. Just pullin' your leg! –leg comes off- Well, on with the story, shall we? –tosses the leg away, garbage cans topple and a cat screeches- Don't pay any attention to the human limb, lying over there. Enjoy! The story I mean…)
"You go wake them up," Harry whispered, pushing Danielle to the sleeping twins.
"No way, hosie!" Danielle said backing away. "They'll be so furious to find out what they did to them! You made the joke, Sirius, you go wake them up!" Danielle pushed Sirius in front of the rest. "No way! Moony, it was your idea and in the Marauders Rulebook, the thinker has to wake up the victims and informed them that they have been dooped." "Wait a minute, we didn't make a rulebook," Remus said. "Look, a um shooting star!" Sirius said enthusiastically pointing to something over Remus's shoulder. Remus looked at him his eyebrow raised. "You underestimate me, Padfoot," he said. "Okay, I'll wake them up!" Remus sighed and walked over to the sleeping and loudly snoring twins.
It was dark, very dark, except the reddish glow that everyone had grown accustomed to after the past forty five minutes they had spent during the whole morning decorating the twins. It was ten in the morning, yet, it looked like it was still midnight. The Christmas lights and decorative trees had been taken off and light, shaped like fire crackers, have been put up and fake red, paper envelopes called 'angpows' now were stuck to the shop windows bearing Chinese characters.
Several banners, coloured red and gold, had been put up; written on them were Chinese words, Elvira had said, written 'Gong Xi Fa Chai' which meant 'Happy Chinese New Year'. Danielle explained that the Chinese didn't follow the Western calendar, but had followed the Chinese Lunar calendar. The months were measured by the moon's positions and the New Year wasn't a fixed date on January the first. Chinese New Year is on different days each year and is always celebrated after the Western New Year. Harry was at first confused but understood it, or was forced to understand it, after Hermione's non-stop rambling.
They were standing in a small alleyway, huddled over a pair of twins. Remus stretched out his hand but had a second thought. He retracted his hand and lowered himself to Fred's ear. He took in a deep breath. The others noticed Remus's actions and immediately covered their ears. "WAKE UP!" Remus yelled, his voice echoing off the walls of the secluded alleyway. Fred and George woke with a start. "We didn't do it mom!" Fred yelled while his twin yelled at the same time, "No more bagpipe music, Mr. Leprechaun!" "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" they yelled in unison as they pointed at each other.
Clown makeup was applied to both of their faces and they found themselves wearing clown suits. "Whatcha do to us?" they asked in unison. "And what happened to you lot?" The twins weren't the only one dressing oddly. The rest of them looked like a trick or treating gang of oversized children. "It seems that everyday in Bloodshot Alley is Halloween, except for the other holidays," Hermione said. She wore an evening gown and her hair was tied up in an elegant bun. A few locks of curly hair fell to her face. The twins stared at her. "What? This was the only appropriate costume," she said. "That takes me back to the Yule Ball," Fred said, putting on a glassy eyes look as though remembering something calming. "And did we rock the house or what?" George commented.
"And we know happened at the end," Harry muttered. He was dressed in a pirate suit. An eye patch covered his left eye and he wore his glasses as usual. He did look a little odd with a glass connected to a bit of metal hanging over a patched eye.
There was a noise in the back of the alley. It was a lot darker there and it was hard to see but Fred could make out an outline of a black cloak. A long black cloak. Those that the Death Eaters wore during the night of the World Cup. As the figure came closer, he saw that familiar skull like mask covering half of the person's face. A wand in one hand the figure made it's was slowly towards them. Platinum blonde hair peeped out of the hood and he could see the person inside smirking. That very familiar smirk. The figure shoved its wand into its pocket as it saw Fred and George.
As the others backed away, hiding their faces, the Death Eater grabbed Fred's collar, pulling him to his feet and lifting him inches above the ground. It was only about the size of him. Fred could feel his brother's fear as George backed away, Fred then saw familiar grey eyes through the holes of the mask. The person pulled away its hood and shoulder length platinum blonde hair fell to its shoulders. Its smirk widened as it slowly took away its mask. Fred dreaded the worst and the worst had come true, well sort of… "Trick or treat," Danielle said, smirking. "Like my costume?"
"Oh sweet Lord," George said, letting go a sigh of relief. "You scared us half to death! What did you do to your hair?" "This was the original colour of my hair," Danielle said. "Sirius suggested that I lay off the black, so I did. I look so much like my cousin." "Well, you scared us enough to put us six feet under," Fred said. "I think that's the point of Halloween," Danielle said. "Scaring your friends silly. Your costume certainly scares me." She smirked as the twin started to scramble to their feet, but they fell down after every try as though they were walking on ice. They were just shocked and were trying to shake the feeling off.
"So, that's one prank for us and zilch for you two," James said, triumphantly. "Better think of a prank, fast or it's humiliation for you two because our dare is going to be unbelievable humiliation strong enough to penetrate every living creature this planet has ever had!" James was wearing a maroon coloured jacket and a pair of black jeans. He wore a purple top hat and held a colourful walking cane. If you looked close enough, you can see colourful bits of candy inside it. This costume is no other than Willy Wonka's from the hilarious but stare able Muggle movie 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.'
"James, I think you need to lay off the sugar," Lily said, patting his back. "But," Sirius said. "He's Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! The amazing chocolatier! Whoo! Willy Wonk-fof-muph-fofo-fae-fo-fu!" Danielle was holding a gloved hand over Sirius's mouth from saying any more. But he kept on singing even though his words sounded like a load of waffle. "God, how do you stand that kind of music," Danielle said, some of her previous gothy-ness emerging. She shook it away and her attention was turned back to Sirius who was currently doing a ridiculous ending. "Fiffy fo fa fear fe fish!" He said raising his arms.
"Lalala! I'm not listening!" Danielle yelled in a sing-song voice over Sirius sudden chorus of the Augustus Gloop song. "Why did you have to pick that costume among a lot others that are LESS MUSICAL!" Danielle yelled. She took out her wand and pointed it to Sirius. "Silencio!" she said. There was a flash of light as Sirius continued to mime out the words, still not giving up.
"Now that's over," Danielle said, taking off the mask. "I would like to change into a costume that would guarantee a non singing and non scaring effect." She walked behind a stack of boxes, arranged into a cubicle, and began to change. Fred and George stopped their conversation and stood up. "Can I have a different costume?" Fred asked. "I think I've wet mine." "No that's mine," George said. "You just think you feel it." "I think I'll go get another costume," Fred said, walking to the back of the boxes. Poor guy, he had no idea what was he getting himself into. This is a moral, my dear readers, always pay attention, if you don't…
"Fred!" Danielle shrieked. "Get out!" There was a sharp sound as Fred flew out and hit the wall. "Sorry, kung fu reflexes," Danielle said. "Pretty girl in thong gave me a whoppy on my tushee," Fred said groggily and fainted. If this was a cartoon, you'd probably see blue songbirds flying around his red hair.
"You wear a thong?" Sirius asked. "Don't get any ideas," Danielle asked, coming out. The rest of them were crowded around Fred and were not really helping, but decorating him again. Danielle was, this time, wearing a black ninja suit. A samurai sword and a few metal, sharp stars were attached to her belt. She covered her mouth and nose with the black material and walked over to Sirius as George clipped colourful ping pong balls to Fred's hair.
"So, last night," Sirius said. "Last night…" Danielle said, her voice trailing off, playfully. "Come of it," Sirius said. "You we had a moment." "Like this?" Danielle asked, lowering and kissing him once more, this time, on the lips. "That one was better," Sirius muttered as she pulled away. "Really know how to knock out a guy don't you?" "Are you meaning that literally?" Danielle asked, the fabric covering her mouth and nose once more. She laughed at Fred as George happened to find a pair of Muggle glasses with springy eyes. Fred was looking a little spastic as George decorated him with girl makeup.
"They are a real bunch of jokers, aren't they?" Danielle asked, turning back to look at Sirius. "Danielle?" Sirius asked nervously after a few minutes. "Hmm?" Danielle replied. "I love you," Sirius said. Danielle was quiet for a moment. "I love you too, Sirius," she said, her smile hidden behind the costume.
(A/N: I know it's more shorter, but I just wanted to add a little more romance between those two. Both from twisted backgrounds and both have lost members of their family to the Lord Voldermort)