AN: Oof...I feel that this story is going down hill - but, of course, I just can't abandon it. So hang in there. It will keep coming bits at a time, and hopefully I will be struck with brilliance and everything will pick up again:)


Lee Jordan and the Weasley Twins stood outside of the doors leading into the Seventh Year DADA class. Fred and George grinned confidently at each other, though Lee shifted nervously on his feet.

"Come on, lighten up mate," George advised.

"There's no going back now, is there? So let's just make the best of the situation. Just picture that hag's face when she first steps in the room." Fred started to push open the large door.

"Right," George beamed, "you reckon anyone in there's got a camera with them? That's something you're not going to want to forget."

Lee gave a weak smile in response to his friends' joking and entered the classroom behind them. Every student turned in their desks and, upon seeing the twins, displayed astonished expressions.

"Hello, all," Fred and George greeted, and without another word took their seats. Before any questions could be asked, the doors once again opened and Professor Umbridge entered for her second class with the Seventh Years.

She walked straight to the front of the classroom without looking towards any of the students, apparently oblivious to the wide eyed stares and amazed whispers that were being passed around the room.

George saw Fred glance over his shoulder and sent a confident wink to his twin, which Fred returned with an enthusiastic grin. Umbridge reached her desk and, still facing the wall, began reading off her list of names.

There was clearly a triumphant tint to her voice when she reached the twins. "Weasley, Fred."

George watched a satisfied smile slowly crease her lips. Then he watched it fade, as Fred and he spoke together.

"Here."

George couldn't help grin in what he hoped was a malicious manner, as Umbridge visibly tensed.

"Weasley...George," her voice squeaked slightly at the last word.

"Present."

Once again, the twins responded in a slow and intentionally challenging tone. The parchment in their teacher's hand crinkled as her short fingers clenched. Umbridge stiffly turned to face the classroom, and froze when her eyes found the Weasley Twins.

She was met by two pairs of identical brown eyes, set underneath two sets of identical brown hair.

"DETENTION!"

The majority of the classroom flinched, but neither of the twins blinked, and Umbridge strode down between the rows of desks to stop next to the present Weasleys.

"Which one of you is changed?" she asked, with her voice now devoid of any false kindness.

Fred scoffed incredulously. "Both of us! Remember? We both used to have ginger hair!"

Umbridge searched the twins' faces for any sign that would inform on their identities. They gave her none.

She squared her shoulders to address the rest of her students, who had been watching silently. "Can any of you tell me which of these two boys George is?"

The Slytherin half of the class looked upset at the fact that they had no idea whatsoever, but George saw Angelina and Alicia straighten in their chairs and harden their expressions, clear indications that the two spunky girls would not betray anything about their friends to the woman interrogating her class.

George glanced to his twin whose rebellious expression hadn't wavered, though George was sure that Fred was wondering as much as he was where this would all end. They had officially succeeded in getting their sweet revenge by creating an irate Dolores Umbridge, and were clearly soon to learn of the consequences their sister and Hermione had warned about.

The infuriated Defense Against the Dark Arts professor searched a few faces for a reply to her demand before lifting her chin firmly and turning back to the initiators of her problems.

"If you refuse to be taught respect and obedience, I am afraid that I will be forced to take extreme action," Umbridge announced sharply.

"As I said yesterday, "she lowered her tone, "I must be able to tell my students apart form one another. If you do not end this nonsense immediately, my only option will be to place you in separate houses. "

George's eyes widened and he kept himself from looking to his twin in panic. Surprise and some alarm spread through the classroom at the suggestion. Switching houses was going against the entire foundation of Hogwarts, and yet this new teacher claimed that she could. Umbridge intercepted George's gaze and held it with a smug look of authority.

He stood quickly from his desk chair. "I'm George," he announced hurriedly, as if afraid that if he waited another second he would miss his chance.

Fred looked dejectedly up to his brother as a bright and cheery grin appeared on Dolores's face. She walked to her desk and retrieved her wand from the polished surface, surveyed by dozens of stunned students. George met Fred's eyes and saw the same suppressed embarrassment and disappointment that he was experiencing, along with remains of his concern from Umbridge's threat.

They had both known that they wouldn't get away with it, and George at least didn't have any regrets towards fighting back – but that didn't make giving in any easier.

The seventh year Slytherins grinned as George was forced to join Professor Umbridge at the front of the room with an utterly defeated expression. He closed his eyes rather than look at her while she performed a quick spell to return his hair to it's original color, leaving Fred once again as the only Weasley without red hair.

George looked up as Umbridge's obnoxiously shrill voice was once again directed toward him and his twin. "I still expect the two of you in my office for your detention immediately following this class. Now, please return to your seat Mr. Weasley."


George had expected Fred to say something one they finished the intolerable class, but Fred remained unnaturally silent. George could only imagine how hard all of this was for his brother to handle – being the one actually changed and different from the rest of his family.

George picked up his books and parchment from the desk and shoved them into his school bag, wondering whether he should offer conversation, or even some reassurance, before they headed up the small set of stairs to the detention they were now being forced to serve.

As the last of the other students filed out of the room, Fred roughly pulled his bag onto his shoulder and started across the room, not sparing his obviously concerned twin even a glance. George quickly followed behind, and hoped that Fred wouldn't ignore him for long, and more that he wasn't angry with him for betraying their scheme. There had been no way that George was going to risk them being separated for the rest of the school year, no matter what that cow did to their hair.

George finished ascending the steps and waited for his twin to push open the thick door leading to into Umbridge's office. Fred's hand rested on the handle briefly, before dropping to his side as he turned to his brother for the first time since their attempt to remain identical had been thwarted.

"George, I'm sorry."

The only thing that George gained from that comment was a realization of how miserable Fred was - his voice was quiet and his eyes held a timid look that was more than out of place when you considered their usual mischievous glint. But as for the necessity of an apology, George was completely clueless, and said as much.

Fred bit the inside of his bottom lip and looked down. "What if one of us had switched houses –"

"Dumbledore would never let that happen," George assured, despite having similar fears. He was slightly relieved that nervousness was all that was causing Fred to act like this. That was something he could at least work on helping, even if his reassurances were flawed.

But Fred was not easily convinced. "Who knows how many more of those handy little papers from the Minister she's got? Or could get? And I think it's clear already that she won't hesitate for anything."

George wasn't certain what his twin was trying to accomplish with the conversation, but if he was trying to spread anxiety he was in fact succeeding.

"So what are we going to do?" George asked quietly, unreservedly despising the colors brown and pink both.

Fred turned away and sighed, "I guess, right now were going to walk through this door and see how we come out after a few hours with her."

George nodded and Fred once again gripped the handle in front of him and this time pushed open its door.


Congratulations to everyone that guessed their plan! I do have an outline for the rest of the story, with just a few kinks to work out. It will all be written and published as it comes - and thanks to everyone for sticking with me! It is all that has gotten me and my ideas this far. I still stop and marvel at the fact that I have actually have five stories - one of which already at twelve chapters (the thirteenth well on its way to being finished, yeyah me)!

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