"I'm going to kill her! I mean it, I will murder her, I will be a murderer. She will die, she will be dead, no one will miss her, I'm going to kill her." I fumed in the common room one evening. It had been two day's since my precious babies were stolen, and I'm not doing too well.

The sun was slowly beginning its descent into the backdrop of mountain's that framed Hogwarts and it's nearby countryside. I sat in a large plush armchair by the fire, nervously shaking my legs as Harry, Hermione, Ron and the twins discussed my plan of revenge and its faults.

"It's one thing to break into her office, but another thing entirely to go without a plan beforehand," Hermione pointed out, looking up from the book she had recently had her nose in.

"I have a plan," I replied quickly, huffing in exasperation.

"And what would that plan be?"

I paused, ah. I see her point.

"It's called improvisation, it'll make the whole thing a hella-lot more exciting." She looked at me doubtfully, causing me to sigh, "well, I'll make one up on the way there."

"Do you know how stupid that would be? Do you want to be caught and punished, you've seen what she did to Harry."

"She has a point you know," Ron chipped in, glancing at Hermione from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, well, thank you, Ron," Hermione said, shocked. "Well, I think I'm going to bed, Harry, Ron, you should go too. Come on."

Both boys looked at each other glumly before getting up and marching up the staircase toward their dorm's.

I turned to the twins, both of whom had been surprisingly quiet for the latter half of the conversation.

"So? You helping or what?" I asked.

They turned to each other, a look of doubt on their faces before turning back to me, "Wouldn't miss it for the world," they said, echoing each other down to the second.

I grinned at them broadly, "Excellent, I'll get the things ready, prepare for a crazy day tomorrow." with a wave I walked up to my dorm, plotting silently.

Once in my dorm I got to work on a fabulous plan that I'd been experimenting with before Summer, now I'm angry at myself, if I had done it then, I wouldn't have to go get my weapons back.

I walked over to my wardrobe and opened it up, revealing all my clothes. I grabbed them all and placed them on my bed before turning back to a now relatively empty wardrobe. After clearing out all the chocolate bar wrappers and other weird things from the bottom I got to work on making my wardrobe into a "part-time armoury" or, at least, that's what I like to call it.

Ayana sat up in her bed yawning, "Jess what the hell are you doing? Go to bed." she groaned, flinging herself back into the mattress.

I decided to ignore her and continue on with my armoury, it will be beautiful, I can tell. I stayed up until the early hours of the morning using charms and spells to make it, I also made the little holders that I can place my weapons on. HAHA, try stealing them now Toad face!

After I finished I closed the cupboard door to examine my handy work. On the outside, it looked like any other wardrobe, and the same with the inside, but if you close it and tap it twice with my wand-it has to be mine- it'll open into an armoury packed with all the things I have "collected" over the last few years.

I like to think of myself as a genius. Who else would think of this? No one, and why's that? Because no one's mind is as fantastic as mine.

Now you're just tooting your own horn.

"Shush, brain, not now, I don't need anyone to think I'm crazy."

And the fact that your subconscious talks to you doesn't show that you're crazy, how?

"No one can read my mind or know what I think, therefore, I'm quite safe."

Then why to you talk to yourself like you have an audience?

I sighed, "I'm different, what can I say, in a good way, I'm going to bed now, I'm sick of you."

Exhausted I flung myself on top of my bed and fell asleep instantly, not noticing the worried looks on the faces of the other girls in my room, who had overheard my seemingly one-sided conversation with myself.

I woke Saturday morning at noon. After quickly getting ready I walked down the stairs into the common room, which was relatively empty. It wasn't surprising, on a day like this most people are outside, basking in the sun.

I approached the twins, both of whom had evil smirks on their faces, the very smirks we all wear when plotting a prank.

"You got it?" George asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded as they stood up, making their way to the Great hall for lunch.

Lunch went by quickly, and soon it was time to begin the plan. I feel like cackling madly, but if I do, it may draw attention to myself. Last time I did all the teachers were on red alert, waiting for something horrible to happen somewhere in the school. Why do they still let me go here?

It didn't take us long to get set up and ready for action. Fred, George and I had put something called "Fainting Fancies" into the Slytherin's drinks while in the kitchens before dinner had started. It's a little sweet the twins and I have been working on for the skiving snackboxes, I think the name speaks for itself, you faint. It's fantastic.

We walked out of the hall as everyone started eating their food and stood by the door, awaiting the signal to get moving.

It took a few minutes for anything major to really happen, but when it did success was written all over it.

Being the horrible people that we are, we made the "mild curry" not so mild. So when the Slytherin's took a few bites of their food it felt like their whole mouths where on fire, instinctively the ones effected reached for their drinks and chugged it down. 5 seconds later and there were dozens of Slytherin's out cold on the floor.

We high-fived before sneaking off up the staircases toward Umbridge's office. We looked around the corners sneaking along like spy's, I got so caught up in this little spy mission that I started sing my own personal spy music as we wandered around corridors being all sneaky.

When we finally made it outside of Umbridge's door I held out my hand to them, motioning for them to wait a moment.

I dug around in my school bag until I came out with my chainsaw, the only thing Umbridge hadn't stolen, thank you Hermione, for confiscating it in the summer.

I shot the twins a wicked grin before revving it to life and aiming it at the door, we stood there for a few minutes as the chainsaw worked its way through the door, then as I moved it, making a nice oval shape for us to walk through.

When I was finished I turned it off and put it back.

"There, that wasn't too hard was it?" I asked, mainly to myself.

Fred looked through the hole in the door, before turning to me with the most serious look on his face before saying, "Why didn't you just open it?"

He placed his hand on the door handle and turned before pushing it open in one swift movement.

"Oh."

Fred rolled his eyes, "you're not the smart one for a reason, and this is that reason." he said, pushing me playfully.

I snorted, "Where's the fun in just opening it?" I asked, "just opening it won't leave it damaged and holey, will it?"

"Touché." George said.

I re-closed the door and motioned for them to step through in hole. Heh, heh, anyone else see the dirty side of that sentence? No, just me. You're missing out good sir.

The inside of Umbridge's office suited her down to a "T", it didn't stop it from being creepy though.

"Does anyone else feel like you're being watched?" I asked, gazing around at the walls, each covered with china plates with kittens on. Much like the all the photo's in the wizarding world, these also moved, and meow-ed it appears.

I was replied to with two swift nods before they both ran off to rummage in her desk for anything they could use to get her imprisoned, or better yet, killed.

I walked across the room, trying to figure out, if I were her, where I would keep around approximately 60 different weapons. I walked over to a large pink cupboard (yes, pink. Everything in this basted room is, from the floor and curtains to her ink in the ink wells.)

There were three cupboards in the room. The first one didn't open at first, but with a firm yank it came open, revealing boxes, after boxes of... wait for it, framed pictures of herself. But not in that Lockhart way we all loved and adored. No, these weren't for vanities sake, these were for her fantasies each picture had her in, standing next to the minister of magic in front a different background. One for example had her dressed in a wedding dress and cutting a wedding cake with good old Corny. Another, they stood on the edge of a forest, with a large sign behind them, reading that all magical creatures had be exterminated. In the bottom left the picture read in swirly letters. "our honeymoon." I didn't know whether to laugh at how funny it was, or cry with how scarred I was going to be for the rest of my life.

I backed out of the cupboard quickly and shut the door firmly. That was horrifying.

Swallowing I braced myself for what could be behind the second and third door. Both seemed to be locked. I approached the one on the end and placed my ear against it, my eyes widened as I called out to Fred and George to come quick.

They each placed their ears to the door.

"So, what does it sound like to you? I'm not crazy am I?" I asked.

"Errr. I sounded like... croaking?" Fred said, looking baffled.

"Frogs, there are defiantly frogs behind there," George exclaimed, his mouth twitching with the beginning of a smile.

"I was right, she is the Toad Queen," I whispered, then broke out into a grin, "this is blackmail material, this is."

"Get out your chainsaw, I want to see," Fred exclaimed. That's not something you get asked every day.

"After we find my children," I replied, already getting my wand out to open the door in the middle." Alohomora" I spoke, pointing my wand at the lock.

It opened immediately, swinging open widely and hitting the wall behind it.

"Bloody hell," we echoed.

Not only were my weapons piled in a heap to one side, but a bounty of other treasures lay in there. The room must have had a charm on it, because it was easily as large as her main office with a ceiling that just kept going. At first it didn't make sense to me, she'd only been here for a short while, but still here was enough possessions in her room that looked like it should have taken months to confiscate.

"Whoa," the twins breathed in awe.

George shook his head, as if trying to clear it, "one day we should just come in here and steal it all."

"Or," Fred said, with his thinking face on, "we could steal her toads and let them free in the wild."

"Or," I said, getting a little agitated, "we could get my weapons and do ALL that today?"

"Deal," they said, nodding symmetrically.

We started to pick up my weapons and shrink them down one by one, and then put them in my bag. We would have done them all at once, but we don't know what kind of enchantments she could have put on the room/cupboard., and for all we know, the toads on her cupboard where students who broke into her room.

Damn you over active imagination!

Once we had finally gotten them in my bag, we stood up and closed the door.

"Alright, now let's see what's behind that last door-" Fred demanded, practically jumping with excitement.

We whipped our heads around when we heard footsteps approaching, they seemed distant, perhaps a corridor away? I peeked my head around the door and seeing that the cost was clear stage whispered "come on!" to the twins and ran out of the room at full speed. Once we had covered quite a lot of ground and were a good few corridors between us we heard a muffled screaming and yelling.

Looks like she noticed, damn and I was really hoping she wouldn't.

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