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

I just watched the DH2 premiere and basically sobbed. J.K Rowling and Emma's speeches really made me crumble. Well, here's the next, and final update. The next update after this will be on When a Prankster Gets His Girl.

It's a little long, I hope you don't mind.

Sarah's POV

"Sarah…Sarah…"

Not sure if the sound of my name was coming from my dream or reality, I kept my eyes shut and tried to ignore it. I was rather exhausted from the back cleaning the night before, and wanted nothing more than to sleep in a few extra minutes.

"Sarah," a hand touched my shoulder and gave it a good shake. "Wake up, love."

It just so happened that the shoulder being pushed back and forth was also the shoulder where my scar began. Hoping to get away from the offending hand, I rolled onto my back.

"Oi!" I groaned. "Don't shake my shoulder when I'm lying on my side. You two cleaned my back last night, so be careful, yeah?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt…hold on. Sarah-doll?"

I didn't have to open my eyes to know who it was. "Yes, George?"

"Just now, you were cross, weren't you?"

"I wasn't cross, Georgie," I grumbled. "I was just a bit upset, 'cause I've told you and Fred a thousand times to be careful when you wake me up. Just because my back is almost healed, doesn't mean you two can shake me awake like you used to."

George didn't say anything. In fact, the room grew so quiet that I thought he'd either left or decided that I could sleep in for another five minutes. It wasn't until I heard him yell for Fred that I realized he was still in the room.

My eyes shot open, "Blimey! Are you trying to see if you can break the sound-proof spell on this suite? What the bleeding hell are you yelling for? Can't you see I'm completely done in? You asked me earlier if I was cross, well, now I am."

Usually, George would have shot me a glance or told me to calm down. Instead, he reached for his twin who frantically entered my room.

"What is it?" Fred breathed. "What's wrong? Is Sarah all right?"

"All right?" George grinned with a scoff, "She's brilliant! She's back to her old self again."

Fred furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting from his twin, to me, then back to his twin. Slightly annoyed, I let out an aggravated sigh. It was at that moment that I realized that George was right. I was back to my old self, which meant that Dumbledore's potion had worn off. Dumbledore's brilliant prank was over. I'd have to come clean to Fred and George about the prank and who knows how upset they'll be when I tell them. Especially after that bickering match they got into last night about me.

"Sarah, is it true?" Fred snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you better?"

"Considering I'm contemplating throwing a pillow at my boyfriend because he hurt my ears and disturbed my sleep by yelling loudly enough to wake the dead," I gave a sigh, "I'd say yes."

The happiness that flicked across Fred's face was unbelievable. If I hadn't understood why they were so happy to see me angry, I would've thought they were mental. I had to admit, being able to express my feelings again was a huge wave of relief.

Fred pulled his twin into a hug, "She's back! Our Princess is back!"

"I know!" George returned the gesture. "I have never been so happy to have her angry at me."

I couldn't blame them for being so elated. I mean, the night before, they had gone to bed thinking I would never show emotions again.

Suddenly, they stopped hugging and looked at me. "We have to take you to Dumbledore!"

"What?" My eyebrows rose. "Why?"

Fred and George wasted no time as they took my hands and led me to Dumbledore's office. I struggled against them. There was no way I was going to see Dumbledore wearing nothing but an old, oversized T-shirt and underwear. The few people who were in the hallways and stairways didn't stare too much when we passed by. It felt like Déjà vu having the twins take me to see the Headmaster again. With each step, we got closer to Dumbledore's and I got closer to having to tell the twins that I pranked them.

"Professor Dumbledore," Fred and George burst into his office. "Sarah's back!"

I let go of their hands and followed behind them, "I was, and always have been, right here."

Dumbledore, who stood just in front of his desk, blinked coolly at us. Part of me wondered if he was expecting us or if we had surprised him and were keeping him from breakfast. Judging by the fact that there were three chairs before his desk instead of two, I figured it was the former. I took a seat in one of the chairs, taking extra care to keep my legs closed and my knickers covered. Fred plopped into the chair on my left while George sunk into the one on my right. The three of us watched as Dumbledore sat in his own chair and gave us a smile.

"Good morning Ms. Black, Mr. and Mr. Weasley. To what do I owe this visit?"

"Good morning, Professor." I ran a hand through my pillow-mussed hair. "I'm sorry for my appearance. Fred and George wanted to tell you the good news and they couldn't wait five minutes for me to put on shoes and a pair of shorts on."

Dumbledore looked at me over his glasses, "Ms. Black, do I detect a hint of agitation in your tone?"

"Yes, you do."

"Excellent. Then it appears your emotions have returned."

"They came back just this morning," Fred explained.

"Right when I woke her up," agreed George. "We thought she'd never be herself again."

"You told us she probably never would."

"Now look at her!"

After a few moments of silence, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Sarah, perhaps you should explain to Mr. and Mr. Weasley why your emotions returned so unexpectedly?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I wasn't ready to explain the prank or the reasoning behind why we played it on them, but it had to be done.

"Sarah," Fred furrowed his brow.

"What do you have to tell us, sweetheart?" George questioned.

I groaned inwardly at his use of pet names at a time like this, "Er…I…um…I pranked you two."

The twins looked at each other, before they both let out a scoff of disbelief, "What?"

"Remember that meeting I had with Dumbledore the other day. Well, um, we talked and he explained that you two needed a way to really learn your lesson about pranking. He offered to prank you two and I agreed." I nervously chewed my lip, "I took this potion that suppressed my emotions for a day and…well…there you go. I'm so sorry. I just…"

George blinked, "You pranked us?"

"You really had me going there for a minute," Fred scoffed again.

"You pranked us?"

"I was worried sick about you, Sarah Jane! You had me and George honestly believing that you would never be the same again."

I flinched visibly at the use of my middle name. "I'm sorry, you two. Really, I am."

"You bloody pranked us?" George sounded completely outraged. "Why would you do that?"

Fred shook his head, "How could you? Why would you prank us?"

"Why would you two prank me?" I countered.

"We did it because we've never pranked you before!" Fred and George snapped.

"Well did you ever think that maybe I did it because no one has ever pranked you two before? Dumbledore's right, we were right to prank you. It's obvious that you two haven't learned anything from this."

I sat back in my chair and looked straight forward. I couldn't bear looking at either Fred or George. Instead, I focused on Dumbledore, who looked somewhat alarmed by the twins' reaction towards me, but genuinely pleased with himself.

"Sarah…" George's voice trailed off before he could say another word.

Fred opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. "Princess, we didn't realize-"

"That's right!" I snapped."You didn't realize. You just thought you'd get away with getting upset and jumping all over me for pranking you. I understand I did the same when I found out you pranked me, but I can't believe you two were seriously thick enough to believe that no one would try to take revenge on you by giving you a dose of your own medicine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed!"

I carefully stood up and stormed towards the door. Before I could reach it, I turned on my heel and faced the shocked faces of the twins and the understanding face of Dumbledore.

"Sorry, Professor," I apologized.

Dumbledore granted me permission with a wave of his hand. Without waiting another second, I left his office and made my way back to our suite. It wasn't until I was about half way back that I heard two voices calling after me.

"Sarah, wait!"

I glanced over my shoulder and rolled my eyes. Fred and George were rushing down the stairs, probably hoping to get to through them and to me before they shifted.

"Sarah-doll!" George cried. "Wait up!"

Fred called, "C'mon, Princess, please stop?"

Their voices seemed much closer than before. I quickened my pace.

"Princess!"

"Sarah!"

I turned down a corridor and stopped in front of our portrait hole. The blue lady brushed a blonde curl behind her ear while she fanned herself with a white and blue fan.

"Pumpkin squares," I hastened.

Upon hearing the password, the blue lady parted her ruby red lips and yawned. "What's the rush, sweetie?"

"Look, I just want to get to my room and away from them." I jerked my head towards the fast-approaching Fred and George.

"Who, those twins? Handsome boys, if I do say so myself. If I wasn't so enamored with Sir Cadogan..." she gave a small sigh. "Anyway-"

"Will you just let me in?"

The blue lady scoffed haughtily, "It would serve you well to learn some patience."

"What is your problem today?" I questioned. The blue lady was never this rude.

"You'll certainly never find a man with an attitude like that, dear."

I resisted the urge to scream. Why was it so easy for everyone to piss me off today? Maybe it was a side effect of that potion. "For your information," I snapped. "I have found a man."

"Oh really? And just who would want a girl like you?"

An arm snaked around my waist and George's voice filled my ears. "Me, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't insult my girlfriend."

"She said the password," Fred folded his arms. "Now let us in."

The blue lady hugged and swung open. "Fine. But the girl really should work on her temper and her clothing choice, too. They are both rather un-ladylike."

Before I could show her what un-ladylike truly was, the twins ushered me into the suite and closed the portrait hole.

"Thanks, you two." I muttered once we were inside.

"Uh, Sarah," George began. "We owe you an apology."

Fred nodded, "We heard what you said in Dumbledore's office-"

"-and we get it."

"We were just sort of…I dunno…shocked to say the least."

"We never thought about the possibility of you pranking us back."

"I guess now we know how you felt when you found out we pranked you."

"I guess what we're trying to say is:"

"I'm sorry Sarah." Fred ran a hand through my hair.

"Sarah-love," George kissed my lips. "I'm sorry."

Their voices blended as they asked, "Do you forgive us?"

My eyes traveled across the apologetic faces of the twins. George rubbed the back of his neck while Fred rocked back and forth on his feet. Both of them looked equally anxious for my response. While I knew wouldn't have trouble accepting their apologies, I couldn't bring myself to let them apologize by themselves. After all, I was the one who pranked them back. If I hadn't had pranked them back, they wouldn't have gotten angry at me.

"I should be the one asking for forgiveness," I blurted.

"What?" Fred and George both raised their eyebrows.

"I should be the one asking for forgiveness. I'm the one who pranked the two of you. You two wouldn't have been upset with me if it wasn't for my prank. Do you two forgive me?"

Fred looked at his twin, "I don't know. Should we forgive her, Georgie?"

"I'm not so sure," George shrugged. "I mean, she really gave us a right good scare."

"You're right. Not to mention her prank caused us to fight last night. "

"Oh, yes. That's true. We should probably forgive her, you know, seeing as how she is my girlfriend and all. "

"True. Plus, she's one my best friends-"

"Oh, come on, you two!" I gave a wry smile. "Are you going to forgive me or not?"

Fred chuckled, "Of course we're going to."

"How could we not forgive you?" George grinned.

"Besides-"

George braced his hands on my waist while he pulled me close, his chin resting comfortably on my left shoulder. Fred took his position behind me with his arms around my chest, his chin on my right shoulder. I felt myself smile as the two of them whispered the same sentence into both of my ears:

"That was a bloody good prank!"

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing and making this is my most successful story on this site. I appreciate all of you so much. The sequel is posted! If you have read 'When a Prankster Gets His Girl' previously, please, bear with me. I will be scraping it and re-writing it. It will focus on George and Sarah's relationship along with chapters about Sarah's time with the twins in and out of Hogwarts. Thank you all so much for your support, I love you all.