A week had passed since Dean had made the deal with Fred, George, and Lee. If he had been curious at all about the request they had made of him, he didn't show it or ask any questions: he simply did as they told him, took his payment, and was gone. It didn't bother them that he hadn't asked for details, for they wouldn't have told him anything even he had seen fit to question them.

The trio had also decided to indeed borrow the Marauder's Map from Harry. When they had asked him if they could use it, he had just shook his head and handed it over. It appeared as if all of Gryffindor Tower knew that the twins and Lee were up to something, yet no one dared to ask what it was. Again, they were not bothered by this. Though they had guessed that if even Hermione hadn't asked them anything yet, it meant that everyone probably knew that whatever they were doing had to do with Umbridge. While it was irksome that everyone had deduced this so easily, rumors had yet to spring up and all else was well. As it was, it was breakfast of a calm Saturday morning, the morning that the Prank of Vengance was due to take place.

"I'm telling you, if we had the Ring, it'd be alot easier. We'd be invisible and it would go real well, because even if she walked in on us, she'd think we were a ghost holdling a quill or something, nevermind that ghosts can't pick things up..." George was saying, unaware that the Golden Trio was sitting near and listening in on the conversation.

"You've said alot of crazy stuff since you began reading those books, but I have to agree with you. An artifact that could make us invisible would definatly be of great use." Fred agreed. A loud clang followed his words, and pausing, he, George, and Lee turned to look at the source of the noise. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking as if they were trying not to laugh. The clang had come from Harry dropping his fork. Their stange antics earned them strange looks from the twins and Lee, which if it seemed backward from normal, that's because it was. Usually, Fred, George, and Lee were getting strange looks from the Trio.

"Anyway..." Lee said, turning his attention away from Fred and George's younger brother and his wierd friends, "We couldn't use the Ring for that. It's evil, remember? I honestly see you two being almost as bad as Boromir when it comes to how quickly it would take the Ring to corrupt you."

Fred stared at his friend blankly, while George said, "Don't act so high and mighty like it wouldn't corrupt you. Besides, if a Hobbit can take the Ring, I'm quite sure any Gryffindor can."

"The Hobbit could take it because he had the spirit of a Gryffindor." Lee pointed out. Now Fred was thoroughly confused. He didn't enjoy being confused. Therefore, when George opened his mouth to reply, Fred picked up a biscut and threw it at him. It bounced lightly off of George's head, but it was enough to warn him that his twin wasn't happy with where the conversation was going, so he changed directions before the topic of discussion resulted in hexing.

"So, that Transfiguration lesson yesterday, huh? Kind of difficult..." George tried.

Fred shook his head and said, "You're going from bad to worse." Apparently, Fred hadn't understood the lesson, and as we've deducted, Fred doesn't like not understanding things.

Lee sighed and picked up his goblet of pumpkin juice, just for something to do. Conversation was scarce as the three of them planned to pull the prank off today, and their minds were anywhere but at the breakfast table. Lee placed his pumpkin juice back on the table without having taken a drink and said for the sake of anyone listening, "Well, I'm off to go do homework. Got loads of it, you know."

Fred and George got to their feet as well, saying for the sake of those around them "Got more Skiving Snackboxes to work on. We've got some brilliant new plans!"

The three of them left the Hall inconspicuously and took the known shortcuts to Gryffindor Tower. Quickly, they retrieved all items needed for the prank. Lee grabbed the Quibbler, and a bit of parchment, a normal quill, some ink, and his Charms textbook for good measure. The twins took the quill and the Marauder's Map. As all three of them kept their wands on them at all times, there was no need to pause and try and sift through all the mess in their dormitory looking for those, even though they wouldn't actually need their wands.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Fred said, pointing his wand at the Map. It revealed itself and the familiar hallways, and Lee could almost pretend he was a 4th year again planning an innocent prank. The three of them huddled around the Map, locating all signifigant figures. Umbridge had just finished breakfast and was going to her office, Snape was still in the Great Hall as were McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Malfoy. No one was in Gryffindor Tower, and the halls were mostly clear. The three of them then stood back and looked at eachother. Fred stowed the Map away in his robes, and they took their leave.

After exiting Gryffindor Tower, they found one of the passages that only an owner of the Map would know of or bother to use. They took their seats and waited for time to pass. Lee killed time by working on his essay (he only about about 3 sentances done) while Fred and George dueled eachother and discussed ideas for the jokeshop, such as creating artifacts that would make the wearer invisible. Fred had refused to ever make a ring that had invisibility-inducing properties.

When everyone had finally left the Great Hall and gone outside or gone to their Common Rooms or the Library or wherever it was that their hearts called them to, Fred, George, and Lee left the secret passage to give Professor Umbridge a visit. While they made their way to the dreaded office, Lee had the bright idea to ask, "What will we say if we need an alibi?"

This stopped the twins dead in their tracks. "That...is a good question." Fred said, suddenly looking slightly worried.

"Too bad we can't say we have detention with McGonagall. She hates Umbridge." George said, looking a little discouraged.

"How about we cross that bridge when we get there?" Fred asked but George shot that idea down by saying, "We need to know what we're going to do."

"Well, I'll be in the Library so..." Lee trailed off.

"You're safe." Fred said, then he was suddenly struck with an idea, "What if we finish up quick and meet up with you in the Library? Or we could find Angelina and Alicia and bribe them to lie and say we had been with them the whole time!"

"And if they're in the Library?" Lee prompted. This called for another check of the Map, which revealed there was Quidditch practice currently taking place.

"Damn." Fred whispered.

"Then we'll have to meet up with you in the Library. We can say we had to double back and get our stuff." George commented.

"Which you don't have with you, you mean." Lee commented.

"True. So we can go back to Gryffindor Common Room under that lie and people will see us there and we've got our alibi." George said.

"It's good enough for what little time we've got." Fred said, "I want to get this done. It's been weeks of planning..."

"Agreed." George said nodding, "So let's get this over with."

They began walking again, every now and again looking down at the Map, just for reassurance. When they came to the corner near Umbridge's office, Fred and George hid behind the statue of Bainwen the Brilliant. Lee continued on and when he came to the office door he didn't even pause to gather himself. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say, but just knocked anyway.

"Come in." Came Umbridge's reply.

He opened the door, and he noted the fact that her face went from a smile to a grimace for just a moment upon seeing him. He noted that she was in the middle of writing, which would make finding the quill to switch with even easier than he, Fred, and George had originally hoped. Lee didn't give her time to bother asking what he was there for and just got on with it, "Professor," he said, "I found this Quibbler outside the 5th floor as I was heading to the Library to work on my essay. I was wondering, do you want it? To confiscate, I mean."

Umbridge looked at him and said, "And why, pray tell, would you give this to me?"

"Well, I know it's all a load of rubbish, of course. You-Know-Who being back? Even if my best mates say it, I don't believe it, and, well, I was hoping you'd let me back into your good graces if I gave it to you." Lee lied through his teeth, "There's a name in it, I think."

Umbridge put down her quill then held out her hand, "We shall see if it brings you back to good graces." Lee handed over his copy of the Quibbler with Draco Malfoy written in green ink on the inside page of the front cover. Dean had managed to copy it perfectly, and they had decided to use green ink because the Slytherin colours were green and silver, after all. Umbridge couldn't believe her eyes when she spotted the name.

"Are you so sure it's his?" She demanded, then immediatly began going through the homeworks on her desk, searching for her Slytherin fifth years.

"Well, it would make sense. Surely you've noticed how none of the Slytherin's can really talk about it. They can't admit they've read it, because would admit they're being curious, but that's the thing, they were curious, so they must have read it. You've seen the way they're in little huddles whispering. That's not normal for Slytherins, is it? Not only that, but I mean, everyone in the school has read it by now..." Lee ventured while Umbridge searched.

"Including you?" She asked, looking up from her desperate search.

"Before you banned it, yes." Lee told her.

"Well, I suppose there was enough time...but if you don't believe it...Ah, here it is." Umbridge said. There was a lengthly silence as she compaired the essay and the magazine. Dean had done a very good job and she couldn't see that it was differant, other than the ever so slight variations that come with writing signatures at different times. "Yes...it is Draco Malfoy's Quibbler, then." she admitted. It sounded as if it hurt her to admit it.

She got to her feet and shuffled passed Lee. Umbridge paused then looked back at him and said, "Well, do you know where he is?"

Lee shook his head and said, "No, I don't. May I go to the Library now? I need to look something up for Charms..."

"Very well, yes." Umbridge said, clearly distracted. Another moment later she was gone. Lee knew it was risky, but he inched foreward until he could read a bit of the letter upside down. It appeared that she had been writing a letter to Fudge.

"What are you doing?" came a voice behind him, causing Lee to jump. He spun around to see the twins enter the office, "Shouldn't you be going to the Library for your alibi?"

"Oh...yeah..." Lee said, "She should be gone for a while. Take a look at the letter, if you get a chance." then he was gone. Lee couldn't stay around because if Umbridge came back and came across all three of them leaving at the same time, she would definatly get suspicious. Also, he had told her he was going to the Library, so he might as well do so. As Lee made hsi way to the Library, he thanked Merlin that wizards didn't know about fingerprints...

The twins watched their friend go for a moment, then turned back to the desk and began their work. George gave Fred the quill and said, "Right, you know what to do, hurry up and transfigure it, I'll keep an eye on the Map."

"No, you'll look at the letter. Lee said to look at if we had a chance." Fred replied, taking the quill from his twin.

"Fine, fine. I'll look at the letter." George said. He read through it and said, "I think...we'll make a copy of this."

"Why?" Fred asked, looking up from where he was attempting to transfigure the Detention Quill to look like the innocent one.

"The Order might like to know what Umbridge is writing to Fudge, that's why." George said. He glanced at the Map, and noticed that Umbridge was already talking to Malfoy. "Hurry, we don't have much time." George ordered.

"I'm going, I'm going, Merlin..." Fred flicked his wand, hoping that he got the spell right. The Quill definatly changed and looked identical to the innocent one. He couldn't resist making a joke about it, "Hey, George, look, it's us!" he said as he held up the look-alikes for his twin to se.

"You do know which is which, right?" George asked as he pocked a copy of the letter. Then, because he also couldn't resist making a joke he said, "Which everyone is the one evilly cuts into your skin is definatly you."

"Aren't you mixing me up with you? I'm quite innocent, thanks." Fred said, he then grabbed a spare piece of parchment and wrote his name, hoping that he was about to write with the innocent quill. Yet alas, he wasn't as lucky as that and the one he tried was the one they meant to give Umbridge. He hissed a bit as he felt his name being carved in the back of his hand. "Well...it definatly works." He said.

"You could have stopped at the F..." George said. He then grabbed the quill out of Fred's hand and carefully placed it on the desk, hoping that it was how it looked when Umbridge had left. They should have let Lee stay.

"They're a floor below us, we need to go." Fred commented, looking at the Map, "Oh, look, Snape's with them!"

"Then we really need to go." George said as he grabbed his twin's cloak and began pulling him from the room. He remembered to take the innocent quill with him, after all, leaving two of the same quill about was just downright suspicious...and Umbridge could pick up the wrong one.

Quickly, they slipped out of the office and down the hall. They easily located the passage way that they needed and evacuated the floor. They left not a moment too soon as in the same heartbeat that they slid through the passage, Umbridge had rounded the corner with an angery Snape and confused, but equally furious, Malfoy.

That evening at dinner, the most obscure rumor spread through the school. Everyone was saying that someone had replaced Umbridge's real quill with one of her detenion quills. Apparently, she hadn't even noticed, as she normally used red ink on her paper because she thought it went nicely with the pink parchment. Not only that, but everyone heard that Draco Malfoy had gotten detention for a week because they had found a Quibbler with his name on it. Most everyone was baffled. Everyone save for the Gryffindors and a few intelligant teachers.

"Are those rumors true?" Hermione had demanded from the twins and Lee, "Please tell me you weren't the ones who switched the quills and framed Malfoy!"

"Alright, we won't tell you." Fred had said, "But you seemed to have figured it out well enough on your own."

The whole Common Room had erupted into laughter, not one person doubting for a second who the culprits were. Hermione looked torn between admiration and distraught. She seemed to think it was scandalism to do such a thing to a teacher, even one such a Umbridge. Harry and Ron managed to distract her by asking for help on their homework, successfully stopping her before she could chastise Fred, George, and Lee too badly.

After a while everyone back to their own business, some still discussing the recent developments in the castle, some discussing the war, and some just not talking at all but enjoying a bit of peace and quiet.

"Plan revenge: success." Fred said happily, "And we managed to do it without some dumb Ring of invisiblity."

George just rolled his eyes, "I'll get you to read these books someday." he said as he picked up his book.

"Did you ever read that letter?" Lee asked the twins before they became too zoned out for conversation.

"Yes, don't worry. We sent it to mum and dad using the same method most kids did with the Quibbler." Fred told him.

"So even if Umbridge intercepts it, there's no way she can read it." George told him.

Lee nodded, "Good. Then everything went off well. A double revenge, information, and a good prank." the twins nodded and the three abandoned conversation for the rest of the night. Lee decided to attempt their most recent assignment from Herbology and was pleased to find out that when he placed his hand to parchment, it no longer hurt. When he glanced up half an hour later, he found his friends deeply immersed in different activies.

"NO, FRODO, DON'T LEAVE!" George cried out. Lee knew he was nearing the last pages of the story. Fred gave no mind to his twin and continued to sleep on, dreaming of whatever successful pranks only he could come up with. He chuckled a bit and returned to his essay, knowing they would be begging to copy his work before long. He caught a glimpse of the words etched in his hand, but Lee had gotten his revenge, and someday, the words would fade.

Finally!
It's finished!
Okay, so I'm not really sad.
Admittedly, it was fun to write.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing.
I don't know about the canon aspect, but I guess it could fit...
Sorta.
Anyway
If you've made it to this chapter without skipping anything crucial and enjoyed the story...Well done!
If you didn't like it and still made it this far..Well done!
Phew. I'm tired out. This served as an excellent Tool o' Procrastination
saved me from the boredom of the dreaded World History homework.
Nah, I jest
But for real, thanks for reading!
Opinions are great, but if you don't feel like offering them, then hey, whatever floats your boat.
P.S. Upon suggestion from my friend, Iamthelorax, I shall tell you LOTR nerds who are reading this what George was going to say that "Frodo was more of a Hufflepuff" when Fred cut him off. ah well. Maybe next time, Georgie.

Merry Christmas everyoneeee! And happy fifth night of Hannukah, yeh fellow Jews! Here's your present =D

Well anyway
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