A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! This chapter is shorter than the others and not as funny as I hoped it would be, but hey. It will pick up soon, I promise! Enjoy!

George was back in the drawing room, ripping the sofa apart. He didn't find the flag, but he did find 4 Sickles, a dead spider and a

lemon drop. Not even bothering to reassemble to couch, he moved onto something else.

Ever since Ginny had stopped screaming, the house had fallen into an uneasy silence. In fact, it was a bit too silent in George's opinion.

Ginny hadn't talked, of course. He hadn't really expected her to, though he did have a newfound respect for Hermione. Last he checked,

Ginny was still in the prison, rocking back and forth in the fetal position and twitching. He didn't know what Hermione had done, but he

figured it must have been pretty cool to get that kind of reaction.

Closing a cupboard (but not before pocketing a few dead doxies – he and Fred were really onto something with that venom!), he

sighed and leaned against an armchair. All the prisoners in the world wouldn't matter if he couldn't find that flag. 'God,' he prayed, 'if you

send us some help – any help – I won't prank any more Slytherins.' Just then, the doorbell rang and broke the silence, followed by the

sound of Mrs. Black's screaming portrait. '...for the rest of the summer. Sucker!' George ran out of the room and into the main hall.

Completely ignoring the portrait, he went straight to the door and put his hand on the knob.

"Not so fast, brother." George turned. Fred. His twin was pointing a gun at his with one hand and attempting to close the curtains with the

other. George moved to help, but Fred fired a shot at him, which his twin dodged.

"Relax!" said George. "I'm trying to help." Fred nodded and lowered his weapon. The doorbell rang again and Mrs. Black screamed

louder. Together, they yanked the curtains closed and silence fell on the house again. The brothers immediately resumed their guard. Fred

moved to the door, leaving his brother by the portrait.

"Whoever it is, he's mine!" said Fred.

"Like hell he is!" replied George. "I was here first!"

"You so were not!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-...wanna just open the door and let them decide?"

Fred shrugged. "Sure."

George stood beside his brother. Slowly, he turned the doorknob, then slammed open the door, the two brothers pointing their guns at the

visitors.

Professor McGonagall gasped and hid behind a chuckling Albus Dumbledore, who was inexplicably already dressed like a pirate. The

twins didn't find this in any way odd, though. They had known the Headmaster long enough that his eccentricities hardly surprised them

anymore. Looking out from behind the older man, McGonagall's face turned red with anger (and slight embarrassment) when she realized

that her assailants were none other than Fred and George Weasley holding Muggle water guns and dressed in ridiculous costumes.

"Fred and George Weasley!" she scolded, placing her fists on her hips. "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?! Scaring

unsuspecting visitors like that! Why, I –"

"Well," said Fred (who was refraining from pointing out that she was the only one who was scared), "I guess we know who's on which team!"

George sighed unhappily. "Yeah, yeah..." He took the Transfiguration teacher by the arm and led her to the base, ignoring her objections.

"George Weasley!" You release me right this minute! You just wait until your mother hears about this..."

Fred and Dumbledore watched the spectacle with amusement. When McGonagall's screams had disappeared behind the Ninja base

door, Dumbledore stepped into the house.

"Out of curiosity, Professor," began Fred, "how did you know about the game?"

Dumbledore tilted his head, but his trademark twinkle was in his eyes. "What game?"

Fred laughed and followed the Headmaster upstairs to the Pirate base. 'Score one for the Pirates!'