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

I sat on my new temporary bed, in my new temporary room, with my back against the headboard as I cried. I couldn't believe that they'd prank me. Why would they do that? Even if it was supposed to be funny and make me feel better, that didn't make it right. They'd never pulled a prank on me before.

"Sarah?" There was a soft knock. "Can we come in?"

Sniffing, I decided to get under the covers instead of responding. Why should I let them in?

"Sarah, please?"

"No!" I yelled.

"Sarah."

"There is no bleeding way I'd let you enter this room," I spat. "Get the fuck out and stay the hell away from me!"

The door opened revealing a shocked Fred and George, "Whoa."

'Whoa' was right. I'd surprised myself with that one. Quickly wiping my tears, I sat up and watched the twins shut the door behind them and crawl into bed beside me.

"Now why," George settled in on my left.

Fred did the same on my right, "Did you pour drinks on our heads?"

"Because it was funny, and I thought it would make you feel better," I sighed.

"Touché," they nodded.

George moved closer to me, pulling the blankets up to his chest, "Sarah-doll, we meant well. Honest."

"George is right, Princess," Fred did the same. "We thought that it would make you happy. I mean, you got to admit that it was pretty cool what we did to your hair."

I shook my head.

"Come on Sarah," George brushed hair out of my eyes. "You know that we prank people."

Fred nodded, "Yeah, all we do is eat-"

"-Sleep-"

"-Breathe-"

"-Poop-"

"-And prank."

"It was only a matter of time before we got you," George reasoned.

"We apologize," Fred kissed my shoulder. "We didn't mean to make you cry."

"We're very sorry."

"I know," I rubbed my eyes. "I just…I don't know. I guess I thought that you'd never prank me, is all."

"We never thought we would either," Fred smiled.

George grinned, "It was a spur of the moment decision."

"So what do you say Sarah?"

"Do you forgive us?"

I closed my eyes and folded my arms, thinking about everything that had happened today. The prank wasn't that harmful, they said it wasn't their fault that my back was injured, and they had accepted Dumbledore's punishment to care for me. Plus, they normally acted so sweet and caring towards me. I opened my eyes and uncrossed my arms.

"Maybe I'm overreacting a little bit," I admitted.

Fred's eye widened, "So do you-"

"-Forgive us?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Please?"

"Pretty please?"

"Pretty please with sprinkles and candy on top?"

"And Butterbeer on the side?"

"And a shot of Firewhiskey?"

I laughed, "Yes, I forgive you. But only because of the Butterbeer and shot of Firewhiskey."

"I knew it," Fred sat up.

"It works every time," George high-fived his twin.

"Now Sarah," Fred grew serious. "There's something that George and I have to do every night."

"We would rather Madame Pomfrey do it-"

"-But Dumbledore said we had to."

The twins exchanged nervous glances and my heart began to pound loudly in my ears, "What do you have to do?"

"Sarah-doll," George took my hand, "we love you very much-"

"-and we hate to see you in pain," Fred continued, "but…"

"But what?" I furrowed my brow, knowing that I wasn't going to like the answer.

Fred and George took a deep breath and uttered six words that would forever change the relationship I had with the twins.

"We have to clean your back."

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