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

I apologize for not updating as much. Classes have taken up my time, but finals are finished! Summer has started for me, so hopefully I can update more and finish this before Deathly Hallows Part II comes out.

Sarah's POV

"Ah, Miss Black, it's excellent to see you. You look well."

Dumbledore gave me a small, warm smile. I recognized it as the same smile he gave me when he tried to reassure me that everything would be fine after my father's death. Why did he want to see me? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? I took my seat in front of his desk and smiled back.

"Thanks, Professor," I folded my hands in my lap. "I definitely feel better than before."

He nodded, "Very good. I trust both Mr. and Mr. Weasley have been doing a fair job in taking care of you?"

"Not fair, more like brilliant! Fred and George are doing a fantastic job."

"Are they both following my rules precisely by cleaning your wound?"

"Yes, Professor," I agreed.

"Are they steering you clear of any sweets?"

My face immediately fell. I tried to figure out what to say. I didn't want to lie to Dumbledore and tell him that I hadn't had any sweets. Yet, at the same time, I couldn't tell him that the twins had given into my request to have candy.

Dumbledore chuckled, "It's quite all right, Miss Black. You don't have to say anything. I am aware that you have eaten candy today."

I began to wonder how he could possibly know that I had eaten sweets, when I thought back to dinner and the dessert I had.

….

"Sarah, maybe you should pace yourself on the sweets."

My teeth were sinking into a caramel apple when the twin's advice hit my ears. My favorite thing about the Halloween feast was dessert. The tables there were filled with carrot and chocolate cakes, gumdrops, gelatin, candy corn, apples, and cauldrons filled with large swirled lollipops. I thought for a moment about their suggestion, shrugged, and continued to eat my apple.

"Didn't you two say Sarah wasn't supposed to have candy?" Hermione asked.

George briefly looked up from his slice of custard pie, while Fred reached for another slice.

"Yeah," nodded Fred.

"Dumbledore said," George agreed.

"So?"

"So," sighed Hermione, "according to Dumbledore's orders, she shouldn't be eating that caramel apple right now, should she?"

Fred and George each turned inward to face me. I shifted my glance between the twins, my mouth open wide, my teeth half-sunken into the apple in my hand. They shrugged their shoulders and continued to eat their dessert.

"Sarah, stop eating that! Who knows what could happen." Hermione advised.

"You're too late, 'Mione." I swallowed. "I've already had a ton of candy today. One caramel apple isn't going to change anything."

Ron pat her back, "Yeah, loosen up. It's just an apple."

Hermione looked to Harry, who lowered his head and continued to eat his chocolate cake. She huffed, "Honestly. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one with regard for Dumbledore's rules. If something happens to Sarah, don't say I didn't tell you so."

"Relax," I smiled. "Nothing is going to happen."

...

"I take it you also had sweets during your trip to Hogsmeade as well?" Dumbledore smiled all-knowingly.

My face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sir. It's just," I sighed, "…it's just...Hogsmeade was the first 'normal' thing I could do right after my accident and I really wanted candy."

"It's quite all right Miss Black, you shouldn't worry yourself. You are not in any trouble whatsoever."

"I'm not?" My eyebrows rose.

"No, you are not. The Weasley twins however-"

"Professor, it's not their fault. Fred and George told me not to eat any candy. They made it very clear that you told them that I wasn't supposed eat sweets. I practically had to beg them, honest! I begged and begged, before they gave in. It's my fault, really. I knew they couldn't say 'no' to me if I kept asking. They've been absolutely fantastic since my accident. It's not their fault I had candy. It's mine. I'm so-"

Dumbledore cleared his throat and I immediately stopped talking. I wasn't in any trouble, yet here I was babbling away in defense of Fred and George as if I were. I took a moment to compose myself.

"Miss Black," Dumbledore advised, "you really must calm yourself. You're not in trouble."

I bit my lip, "I'm sorry. Why am I here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm in need of your help."

"Why do you need my help?"

"The seriousness of Mr. and Mr. Weasley's actions cannot go unpunished. Even though the candy will not affect you, they still went against my wishes simply to satisfy you," explained Dumbledore. "I originally punished the Weasley twins with the responsibility of caring for you in order to teach them to follow rules and stop pulling so many pranks. I believed that they were doing a fair job, so I decided to test them. I gave them a single rule: do not allow you to have candy or any sweets. Now that they have broken that one rule, it's time Mr. and Mr. Weasley get a more eye-opening punishment: a taste of their own medicine."

I furrowed my brow and nervously began to smooth my skirt. "I'm not sure I'm following you, Professor."

"Miss Black," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "We're going to pull a little prank of our own."

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