Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

After our little re-acquaintance, Fred, George, and I went down to the Great Hall for dinner. My scar was stinging a bit, but I tried to ignore it and have fun with the twins. I picked at my food and listened as everyone chatted about their classes that day, the upcoming Quidditch match, or the fact that they "totally failed that potions assignment" after Snape had returned to class.

"Aren't you hungry?" George asked.

"You've barely touched for food," Fred agreed.

"I'm alright," I shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth. "See?"

The twins exchanged worried glances before turning their attention back to their plates. I took a sip of cranberry juice and sighed.

"Sarah, has your back stopped bleeding yet?" questioned Hermione.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. I haven't looked…not that I could."

"Trelawney predicted this!" Lavender interrupted. "I knew it. You all told me she was wrong, but she was right! Can't you see it? The Two, I mean."

"Oh, shut it!" Ron rolled his eyes.

"Yeah," Hermione added. "Seriously? The Two? Trelawney can't be right."

"Actually, she can be right," I nervously picked at dry skin on my lip. "I mean, Harry's prophecy about my father and the second prophecy of Voldemort." Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed a few Ravenclaws looking back at me with unsettled faces. I faced my plate, "You know, she has a tendency to be right. I mean, maybe 'The Two' is something so obvious that I've overlooked it several times."

"Uh, Sarah," Fred faced me.

"Can you look at us?" George did the same.

I smiled slightly, "I would, but I can't look at you both at the same time. It would hurt my eyes."

The twins didn't laugh like they normally do when I use that quip. My smile faded and I grew serious.

"We have something we want to tell you," they sighed.

George took a deep breath. His eyebrows were knitted tightly together and his mouth opened and closed like a fish as he tried to form the words."Sarah…I-I…we…back...it's our fault. "

"How?" This time my eyebrows furrowed. "The sodding Whomping Willow hurt my back, not you two."

"You are correct. What George meant to say," Fred added, "was that we pranked you."

"Fred!" George's eyes widened.

"She was going to find out sooner or later mate."

I took another bite of mashed potatoes, "What the devil are you talking about?"

"We pranked you the other night," George rubbed the back of his neck. "We hexed you twice, Sarah-doll."

"Uh, one spell made your hair all static," Fred explained.

"The other made your hair red and orange."

My hands began to shake, possibly from the fact that I was trying not to scream and cry, "What?"

"We did it while you were sleeping, Sarah," George noticed my hands. "We're so sorry."

"Very, very sorry," Fred noticed as well. "If it's any consolation, we're going to take great care of you when you get sick and your emotions get imbalanced. And not just because Dumbledore told us to-"

"I'm going to be sick?" I widened my eyes.

This time, a few Hufflepuffs and several Ravenclaws stared at me, not to mention every Gryffindor near me. Normally, I would have cared but I was too enraged to keep my voice down.

"Sarah, we're sorry," George and Fred touched my shoulders.

"We hate that it had to come out this way," Fred looked sincere.

"But hey," George chuckled nervously, "the suite is near Gryffindor Tower and the lady in the blue dress is the portrait hole."

Each twin tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and whispered, "Pumpkin squares is the password."

The Trio, Lavender, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and I all stared at Fred and George.

"Mum's going to kill you when she finds out," Ginny shook her head. "I can hear the Howler already."

"Are you kidding me?" snapped Angelina. "Do you know how hard it was for her to fix her hair this morning?"

Hermione looked suspicious, "I thought boys' couldn't get into girls' dorms."

"Apparated," the twins stated.

"Why?" I asked. "Why did you do it?"

The twins looked at me and frowned, "We wanted to make you happy."

"Make me happy?" I raised my eyebrows. "Are you serious?"

"That, and we thought it would be funny," Fred pointed out.

I scoffed, "Funny? Right."

Eager to get a quick revenge, I grabbed Fred and George's goblets and stood up. I was so angry at them that I didn't know what else to do. My hands slipped sideways as I poured their goblets on their heads, grape juice coating Fred and George's hair and shoulders. Once the goblets were empty, I slammed them on the table and pulled my sleeves up.

"Sarah," Fred wiped his eyes.

"We're sorry," George did the same.

I said nothing as I pushed their faces into their plates and walked out of the Great Hall.

Please Review. I'm starting college in a couple of weeks. I'm thinking about posting all of the remaining chapters as they were and replacing them at my leisure. But they were kind of bad. I don't know. What do you think?