Oh, ye gods above, I have no idea how to bash Fred and George! This isn't even a completely bashing fic anymore. I have the choice of a)Bashing, b)Humiliating and c)Fluff. Oh well. I'll go with fluff. And random.

NOTE: Fred did NOT do… that sad thing in the end of Deathly Hallows.

Fred and George sat in the back of their shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, bent over a pile of papers. Business was failing as the twins started to run out of good ideas. The twins were growing mature, and they didn't like it one bit.

"I think we should make a Hallucinating Hat next. Charmed to take the shape of whatever hat the wearer usually wears, makes them have wild hallucinations."

"No, George. I still think Misspelling Quills are the best!"

Suddenly, there was a huge puff of smoke. The twins jumped back, eyes wide with shock.

Four fairly-solid looking teenage ghosts had appeared. The first was a plump little boy, with small eyes that darted around the room. Mousy brown hair covered his head in a flat mop. He looked terrified but exhilarated to be there with the other three.

Beside the brown-haired boy stood another boy. He was fairly thin, but in a lean, tough way. He had dark brown hair that was, strangely, showing a tiny trace of grey. He looked very serious.

Fred and George's attention was drawn to two boys who seemed to be the leaders of the small group. The first was tall and had wavy, black hair, striking grey eyes and an air of elegance. He thrust his hands into his pockets, leaning against the air.

The other boy was strangely familiar. Fred suddenly gasped, "H-Harry?"

The elegant boy laughed, "Not quite, Fred. This isn't Prongslet, this is his father. Prongs himself!"

George stared at the boy who had called the Harry-esque boy Prongs. He stuttered, "S-Sirius! Wait… Prongs? PRONGS? This is THE Prongs, one of the famous Marauders! And you just called Harry Prongslet!"

Fred continued, "Harry's the son of Prongs! So that means that you're James Potter? And Sirius is Padfoot…"

Harry's father grinned and bowed. He said with a flourish, "James Potter, also known as Prongs, proud member of the Marauders."

Sirius gently kicked James, who pretended to roll on the floor with agony. Sirius then added, "Sirius Black, also known as Padfoot. Way better Marauder than the fool rolling on the ground." James let out a mock-moan and Sirius added, "That's right, bow at the feet of Padfoot, Prongs."

As James leapt up and began tussling with Sirius, the weary-looking boy stepped forward and said, "Remus Lupin, known as Moony and the mature one of the Marauders. And this is Peter Pettigrew or Wormtail, who betrayed us all. But we forgive him because we figured out that he was under a curse."

James pushed Sirius away and panted, "We're here to tell you that you're doing pretty well as pranksters, but your ideas are getting worse and worse."

Peter piped up, "So we decided to… um… magic a bunch of new stuff for you to use!"

As they dissolved away, Sirius shouted, "Have fun!"

They stared as the shelves suddenly filled up with brilliant prank items. Fred said, "I think that we should build…"

"A shrine to the Marauders…"

"In our front window!"

Fred and George clinked Butterbeer bottles and said, "To the Marauders!"

That was not bashing at all. I'm sorry, I just couldn't do it!