Chapter Thirteen

Hogwarts Castle, Scotland, 2 September, 1991

"Drake, it's this way!" Adrian called to his brother, frustrated.

"No, it isn't! I remember father saying that it was on the seventh floor!" Draco called from above.

"Oh. Sorry, Drake," he said, sheepishly ascending the stairs. Draco had been a bit testy ever since he'd been able to transfigure the matchstick first. Draco had figured it out only a minute or two later, but that wasn't the point to Draco.

They were currently sneaking up to the Gryffindor common room to cause a bit of trouble (they'd warned Neville to stay away). Ron's twin brothers were their targets. They'd come up to their table at lunch today and started yelling that he was a disgrace to the family name and that his parents didn't want a son in Slytherin. They also mentioned that he should stay away from them and their sister (who Ron was closest to in his family) so that he didn't screw her up, and that he was a lost cause, being in the "Dark House".

Being a Slytherin, Ron didn't cry at the table. He waited until he was finished with his food and went into his dormitory. All he wanted was acceptance from his parents, as Ron, not another Weasley, and his own brothers say that to him?

They would pay.

They'd been planning this all afternoon, and they had two hours until they had to be back to their common room. That was plenty of time for them.

The boys threw a cloak around them and disappeared. They'd gotten their own invisibility cloak for Christmas last year, and had decided that this was just the type of emergency that their mother had described when it had been presented to them. The cloak itself was translucent red and black, and big enough that they could both use it for many years to come.

They waited beside the portrait, holding their breath in anticipation. Eventually, a barrel-chested second year came lumbering along the corridor, dirty blond hair clinging to his sweaty face.

"Caput Draconis!" he spat at the painting, obviously furious about something.

His mood wasn't about to improve.

The hidden door swung open, and the boy entered the common room, followed by two Slytherins.

The targets were lounging in front of the fireplace. Draco and Adrian grinned wickedly at each other.

It was perfect.

As one they hexed the twins and threw the several dozen dungbombs they'd smuggled into the school. They then tossed a few Filibuster fireworks into the flames for good measure.

"Coloportus!" they whispered, sealing all the exits (the doors to the corridor and dormitories) as well as the windows. They cast the charm several times each, adding their own twist on the charm, making it impossible for anyone to reverse it but them.

The common room was chaos. They sat in the window, enjoying themselves thoroughly, tying not to laugh as they snapped photos of the uproar in Gryffindor tower. The Weasley twins roared with rage as they were suddenly covered with dung. Their hair was singed by the explosions from the fireworks, and they smelled to high heaven.

Snickering, they moved carefully through the panicked Gryffindors. There was no one at the door, and they made their great escape, still laughing.

These pictures would be gold.

Library, Hogwarts, Scotland, 2 September, 1991

"You what?!" Hermione hissed. Ron was sobbing with laughter beside her, and Neville was rolling on the floor, howling. A few tables away, Henry Potter was hiding a smile.

Draco and Adrian smirked. "It was my idea," Draco said proudly, and Adrian clapped him on the back. His brother was the strategist of the two of them. Adrian simply had dumb luck on his side.

"How did you get in there, anyways?" Hermione asked, ever the sharp minded Ravenclaw.

"We used our invisibility cloak," Adrian whispered, glancing at Potter, who was pretending not to listen.

"Where in bloody hell did you get one of those?" Ro asked, eyes wide.

"It was our Christmas gift last year," Draco said, shrugging. "Our parents bought it for us."

Ron's jaw dropped. Hermione looked about ready to ask another question when the librarian came to their table and ushered them out of the library, claiming that they were much too loud.

They didn't mind overmuch.

Hogwarts, September, 1991

The next day only heightened the prank for three Slytherins, as every Gryffindor (except Neville) was avoided like the plague: they still reeked of dungbombs. The rest of the school had heard of the "Ninja Exploding Dung Incident" by now. Most found it hilarious, though there were some (Hermione) who thought that it was a childish act to be ashamed of.

But she was the only one who thought so, and she'd never tell.

They enjoyed the rest of the day, especially when a few Gryffindor idiots accidentally blew up half the potions classroom. Snape had said that they had detention until they were able to see the grounds outside from his classroom.

His class was in the dungeons.

Adrian liked Charms and Transfiguration, while Draco could outsmart him in potions and DADA.

Professor Quirrel was really…odd. It was pretty obvious that the stutter was fake, and no matter how many Wingardium Leviosa's they cast at it, his ridiculous purple turban wouldn't come off of his head. And the way the turban stank of rotten meat, the boys weren't sure that they wanted it to.

Adrian could've sworn that the turban actually growled menacingly at him once

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