Wanted to do a one-shot funny fic. Decided on this.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Fred and George: A Hogwarts Beginning

In the great hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the 1989 sorting ceremony had finished mere seconds ago. As the ancient Sorting Hat was carried out of the room, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"A few choice words before we begin our feast." He announced to the students "First of all, the Forbidden Forest is Off-limits to any students who wish to enter. A fitting name, I would think."

The staff nodded Sagely, while several of the students grinned at one another.

"Furthermore, Argus Filch-"

Dumbledore was rudely interrupted by the booing of two red-headed first-years who looked exactly alike. Instantly, he knew exactly who they were, and his eyes twinkled.

He continued "-Argus Filch wishes to remind us that all joke products are banned at Hogwarts."

"BOOOOOO!" Yelled the Twins again, putting their thumbs down. Several other students joined in, already liking the two troublemakers, who had heard of Filch from Bill and Charlie.

Dumbledore decided to cut to the chase "Anyway, you may begin the feast."

Everyone cheered as food appeared on the plates, and most of the Gryffindors began patting Fred and George on the back. Percy simply glared at them.

Albus smiled as the students began tucking into roast chicken and such things.

"It seems" He smiled "That we have some troublemakers on our hands."

Professor McGonagall smiled "It appears so."

"D'yeh think they could be the next James and Sirius?" Asked Hagrid, a knowing grin on his face. Well, under his beard.

Severus Snape went very pale and suddenly stood up "I'm afraid I must... go and check on something." With that, he hurried from the Great Hall as fast as he could.

"Oh dear." Chuckled Professor Flitwick "I think we should keep a close eye on the pair of them."

"Agreed." Nodded McGonagall.

Meanwhile, Fred and George were discussing something.

"Should we?" asked Fred. Or George. It was hard to tell.

"Why shouldn't we?" Asked the other twin.

They grabbed some Cottage Pie and threw it at the Slytherins, with a battle cry of "FOOOOOD FIIIIIGHT!". Unfortunately, they were Eleven-year-olds and the hall was extremely large, so it hit a couple of Hufflepuffs instead.

The turned to see the pair standing up with outstretched hands.

Fifteen seconds later, almost everyone in the hall was flinging food at one another. Chicken legs smacked into people's faces. Steak made slapping sounds as it hit people and covered them with gravy. One unfortunate chap somehow got especially fat chips thrust up his nose and into his ears. Don't ask me how that happened, because I don't know.

About twenty-three seconds after the food fight had started, Minerva McGonagall had had enough. She took out her wand, and cried "Immobulus!"

About Twenty-six seconds after the food fight had began, the food all suddenly froze in midair.

Everyone stared at them for a few seconds, before staring at McGonagall.

She glared at them "Who started this?"

Everyone immediately pointed at the Weasley Twins, who were in the process of pressing an especially large Yorkshire Pudding in Charlie's face.

They blinked, before muttering at the same time: "Uh-oh."

...

The food fight in the hall on their first night at Hogwarts had gained them five things.

Notoriety in the school for being troublemakers (Which they were).

Respect from Peeves the Poltergeist, since he hadn't heard of such trouble since Rancorous Carpe had attempted to remove him in 1876.

Respect from many of the more troublesome students.

A feeling of dread, since The Teachers had promised that they would write to their mother about this incident.

And detention for a week.

Fortunately, the Detentions were set after lessons, so they were able to have some fun.

...

On Monday, Professor Snape gave the First-Years his usual class greeting, sat down.

Half an hour in, Fred Weasley put his hand up.

"What is it, boy!?" he snapped, standing up from his desk.

"Please, sir, someone stole my Billywig Wings."

Snape sighed and rolled his eyes "Do you know who?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, out with it then boy!" The Potions Professor Snapped, marching over.

"It was Himag it."

"Hima git?" He demanded, sounding a lot like he had said 'I'm a git."

Upon realising what had happened, Snape growled and went bright red. "Get back to work, boy!" He shouted, going back to his desk and sitting down again.

The second his rump touched the chair, a truly enormous 'HOOOOONK!' rang throughout the classroom. The students immediately burst into laughter, and Snape went a deep shade of puce.

And so another letter was sent to the Burrow.

...

On Tuesday, Professor Flitwick was walking to the great hall and levitated down a staircase to get there. As he walked in the direction of the hall, he heard the shout of "Hey, Professor!"

He turned his head, to see the Weasley twins throwing a large water balloon, and a fifth-year standing next to them while pointing her wand at the wet weapons..

"Engorgio!" She yelled, and a flash of light shot towards the balloons.

Instantly, they swelled to the size of a chair.

Flitwick pulled out his wand, but wasn't fast enough. He felt something rubbery and heavy hit him, and water rushing over him, flooding the hallway.

All in all, not his best day so far.

And so another letter was sent to the burrow.

...

On Wednesday, they put Itching powder in Professor Sprout's hat, and another letter was sent to the Burrow.

On Thursday, they put a dungbomb under Professor McGonagall's desk, and another letter was sent to the burrow.

On Friday, put Bulbadox Powder in Filch's Tea, and another- you get the idea.

None of them knew, however, that a terrible storm had forced each and every owl to hide in a cave. When It passed on Saturday, they all set off to the Burrow, arriving at the same time.

...

On Sunday, Fred and George were eating breakfast in the great hall. As the Owls fluttered in, Errol swept by them and dropped a bright red letter.

They were just wondering with a deep feeling of dread if it was a Howler when it began to smoke.

They looked at each other, and said in unison: "Better get it over with."

...

AAAAAAAANnnnnddd we're done.

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