"Oh Merlin's Beard, why don't I even remember covering this the first time around?" muttered Lee. He was hunched over a large book in the library and frowning as he failed to recognise anything on the page.

"Er… I think you were in the Infirmary that day," said Fred looking over his friend's shoulder. He took a book from one of the shelves and passed it to his brother.

"Yeah, definitely in the Infirmary. You burnt your hand in Potions and missed the lesson," said George. He placed the book carefully on top of a stack he had been building for the last half an hour. It nearly reached the top of the shelves and the boy had to climb up makeshift steps, also made from books, to reach the summit.

"I like how you can't remember to bring your schoolbooks to class but you can remember every time I've had to visit the Infirmary this year," said Lee.

"Actually it's not your visits to the Infirmary we remember but the detention we received from Snape for accidentally blowing up your cauldron," said Fred.

"Accidentally?" said Lee, sceptically.

"No, no, it was definitely accidentally," said George, wagging a finger at his friend.

"Yeah, we were aiming for Bickerstaff's cauldron," nodded Fred. "You need to put it more to the left, it's starting to look like it's leaning."

"Really?" said George standing back to get a better look at his creation.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying or working on your Charms for Valek?" said Lee, rereading the same sentence he had been trying to commit to memory for the last five minutes without success.

"We are," said George.

"We're just taking a break," added Fred.

"To take a break from something don't you first need to be doing it?" said Lee.

"We're a team Lee, you're studying and we're taking a break. Teamwork," said George, placing another book on his tower.

"Well when Madam Pince sees you making that," said Lee, pointing a finger at the stack of books, "we are most definitely not in a team. You can take that punishment all by yourself."

"Don't say that Lee," said George, trying to balance a rather large and heavy looking book on its edge.

"Yeah, Pince hardly ever comes down this way," said Fred. "That's pretty much the only reason we're here."

"In fact, if you didn't need that book, we probably wouldn't be here at all," said George.

"Why are you here at all?" said Lee. "It's not like you're studying or anything."

"I told you," said Fred, "we're on a break."

"Besides," said George, still fidgeting with the heavy tomb, "who would build Saint George's Tower? I don't see anyone else lining up to do it."

"Saint George's Tower?" said Fred.

"Sounds better than just George's Tower," conceded George, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh. Look out."

The heavy book that George had been trying to balance toppled over and fell off the stack of books. He reached desperately for it but his fingers closed around nothing but empty air. The book spun through the air as it fell. Lee looked up and only had time to open his eyes wide in surprise before it hit him squarely on his forehead. He rocked back in his chair for a moment before collapsing face first into the open book in front of him.

"Oooo, sorry about that Lee," said George. "Er… Lee?"

"Yep," said Fred, examining his friend. "He's knocked out."

"We should probably take him to the Infirmary," commented George.

"You get his arms, I'll get his legs," said Fred.

"Why should I get his arms?"

"It's your fault."

"I guess," said George, grabbing his friend by the arms and pulling him from the chair. "I wonder if Pomfrey has his usual bed ready?"

"You know I think he's getting heavier," said Fred, as he picked up his unconscious friend's feet.

"It's the school food," nodded George, "he's always much easier to carry at the start of the year."

"He does seem to get knock unconscious a lot."

"He really should be more careful," agreed George.

"I'm not sure we're going to be able to carry him all the way to the Infirmary," admitted Fred as they made their way down the stacks of the library. They passed a couple of first years who gawked at the prone body between them.

"It's what happens when you study too hard," said George to the younger students.

"Your head gets too full," added Fred. The first years looked at each other, then at Lee, then decided that they were probably done studying for the day and began to pack up their bags.

"Can we put him down for a minute?" said George. "My arms are getting tired."

"Hang on," said Fred. "I have a better idea."

Madam Pomfrey sat at her desk in the Infirmary carefully completing the notes on her latest visitor. She frowned slightly as a strange squeaky sound interrupted her train of thought. She stood up and went to the double doors at the entrance to the Hospital Wing and pulled them open. She let out a sigh.

"Hello Madam Pomfrey," said Fred, smiling. "Thanks for getting the door."

"Why is Mr Jordan in a wheelbarrow?" said Pomfrey, holding her hands on her hips. In all her years at Hogwarts no one had visited the Infirmary as much as the three boys currently in front of her.

"He's kinda heavy," explained George.

"Helloooo Padam Mompfrey, so glad you could make it to my party," said Lee, in a woozy dreamy voice, before his head collapsed back down.

"We told him it was his birthday and we were giving him a little ride around the castle," said Fred, in answer to Pomfrey's quizzically raised eyebrow.

"Bring him in," said Pomfrey, shaking her head and waving the boys inside. "Over to that bed there."

Once they had lifted their friend onto the bed, the school nurse began her examination.

"So, are either of you going to tell me what happened? Or am I going to have to put up with another cockamamie story?" said Pomfrey, as she shined a light from her wand into each of Lee's eyes in turn.

"Cockamamie?" said George, frowning. "I don't think we've covered them in Magical Creatures yet."

"It's not a creature, it means silly, made up, absurd. As in 'what absurd story are you going to tell me happened this time'?"

"To be fair, I'm pretty sure we've always told you the truth on how we injured ourselves," said Fred.

"Yeah, mainly because most times Filch has already caught us doing something wrong," agreed George.

"Actually you are right about that I suppose," conceded Pomfrey. She shook her head, "sorry, it's nothing to do with you. Just someone else who would rather lie about how they were injured rather than let me treat the wound properly. Honestly, doesn't think I've ever seen a dog bite in my life."

"Er… what? It's not a dog bite," said George, pointing at his friend.

"We were in the library and a book landed on his head," said Fred.

"A book? Did this?" said Pomfrey, nodding at Lee who was now muttering 'la la la' to a tune only he could hear.

"It was a pretty big book," said George.

"And it fell off a pretty bit shelf," added Fred.

"I don't know why Irma insists on keeping heavy books so high up," said Pomfrey. "I suppose he was trying to get it down and it fell on him."

"Something like that," said Fred.

"Well I'll have to keep him in overnight, just to keep an eye on him, but he'll be fine. Just a little concussion, nothing worse than a normal game of Quidditch," said Pomfrey, finishing up her examination. "You can stay for a few minutes if you want while I update his file."

"I doubt he would even notice if we left," said George.

"I doubt he would notice if we suddenly started shooting sparks out of our…"

"Ron?"

"No, bums. Out of our bums," corrected Fred.

"No," said George, pointing across the room. "Ron."

Fred turned around and sure enough their younger brother Ron was lying down in one of the beds.

"Alright Ronald," said George, sauntering over and sitting down on the end of the boy's bed.

"What you in for?" said Fred. "They finally going to do something about that thing on your neck?"

"What thing?" said Ron, sitting himself up in his bed. He reached his hand up to his neck and felt it.

"You know? That thing," said Fred, pointing. "Your head."

"Very funny," said Ron, putting his hand down. He lifted up his other one which was heavily bandaged. "I'm in here for this."

"What did you do? Slam it in a door?" asked George.

"I know, he did it on purpose to get out of all that studying Her…Herm… Hermany is making him and Harry do," said Fred, stumbling over the name uncertainly.

"Oh yeah, I looked over her shoulder the other day and saw she'd drawn out a study schedule for you three, she's worse that Oliver with Quidditch practice," agreed George.

"No, I got bitten," said Ron. "And her name is Hermione."

"Wait? She bit your hand," said George.

"I know I haven't much experience with the ladies but it doesn't sound like you're doing it right."

"Yeah, it's not very romantic," said Fred. "But hey, you aren't as blessed in the looks department as me and George so you're going to have to take it where you can."

"What? Ew. No, you idiots. Hermione didn't bite me. Something else did."

"Harry?" said George, uncertainly after a few seconds. "Cos, he can do better."

"Ron or Harry?"

"Harry can do better, obviously."

"It was…" Ron looked over towards Madam Pomfrey before leaning forward and lowering his voice, "a dragon." He lay back onto the pillow and waited for his brothers' amazed responses.

"Look, if you don't want to tell us that's fine," said George flatly.

"What? I did tell you," said Ron.

"Yeah right, a 'dragon' did it," said Fred, snorting derisively. "And I suppose it did it because you were fighting it."

"I'm telling the truth."

"If a dragon bit you then you wouldn't need a bandage because you wouldn't have an arm anymore," explained Fred.

"It's a baby dragon, just hatched. Hagrid has it in his hut."

"His hut? That's made of wood? Yeah right," said George. "No one would be that silly."

"Come on," said Fred, tapping his brother on the shoulder with the back of his hand. "Dinner will be starting."

"Yeah we'll leave the dragon fighter to rest," said George. "See you later Ron."

"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Ron.

"He can be so touchy," said Fred.

"I don't know why, we're nothing but nice to him," said George. He waved at their friend as they passed his bed. "See you Lee."

"Yeah get well soon," added Fred.

"Night mum," said Lee before collapsing unconscious again.

"He'll be fine," said Pomfrey, reassuringly. "As I said I'll keep him overnight to be sure but he'll be right as rain tomorrow."

The twins made their way out of the Infirmary, passing Harry and Hermione who were presumably on there to see Ron, and headed back towards the Great Hall. They could smell the wafts of delicious food before long which made their stomachs growl loudly at the prospects of being fed. The two boys found some seats opposite Angelina and Alicia and sat down before beginning to pile stacks of food onto their plates.

"Lee not hungry?" said Alicia, after a while.

"He's really studying loads," said Angelina, shaking her head. "He has to stop to eat at least, there's such a thing as too much studying."

"That's why we don't study. Wouldn't want to risk doing too much," said George, tapping the side of his head with his finger.

"I doubt you would ever be at risk of that," countered Angelina.

"Nah, Lee's in the Infirmary," said Fred, waving a hand in the general direction of the Hospital Wing.

"Why? What did you do to him this time?" asked Alicia, putting her fork down.

"What? Nothing. It wasn't our fault this time," said George, defensively. Angelina gave him a look. "Mostly. It wasn't mostly our fault this time."

"What happened?" sighed Angelina.

"He got hit on the head with a book in the Library," said George, pointing to the back of his skull.

"You three are the only people that could get injured in the Library," said Alicia.

"Hey, have you ever been in the Restricted Section?" said Fred. "Some of those books are pretty dangerous."

"And were you in the Restricted Section?" asked Alicia.

"That's not the point," replied Fred. "The point is that… is… what's the point?"

"No idea," conceded George.

"Well I'm glad that's been cleared up then," said Angelina.

"What happened with your brother?" asked Alicia. "I saw him earlier and his hand looked like it was about three times the size it should be and green."

"No idea," said George. "He wouldn't tell us."

"Probably worried you'd end up telling the rest of the school," said Angelina.

"I'll have you know we are very good at keeping secrets," said Fred.

"Yeah," said George, "we've never told you about Lee's stuffed bear that he keeps under his pillow in case he has a bad dream."

"Well I'm very good at keeping secrets," said Fred, quickly.

"Actually you already told us about that," said Alicia, looking at George before pointing at his brother, "and you were the one that told us."

"Oh really?" said Fred, looking thoughtful. "I'm sure there is something we haven't told anyone."

"Erm…" said George, stroking his chin. "Aha, what about that thing about that certain someone that ended up being whatcha-ma-called-it and it turned out to just be a thingy-me-bob?"

"What?" said Angelina, Alicia and Fred in unison.

"You know," said George, nodding pointedly at his brother. "That thing, about someone, that ended up being whatcha-ma-called-it, and it was just a thingy-me-bob."

"Nope, could not understand you any less even if you were speaking Goblin," said Fred.

"The rash, on Percy's neck, he made dad rush him down to St. Mungo's, and it turned out to be strawberry jam from a sandwich you'd left in his bed," explained George slowly.

"Oh yeah, I remember that," said Fred. He turned to the girls. "Yeah, he was really embarrassed about that and told us to keep it a secret and we never told anyone about it."

"Apart from right now," said Angelina.

"Oh…" said Fred, frowning. "Huh. Turns out we're pretty bad at keeping secrets. Who knew?"

"Pretty much everyone who's ever met you," said Alicia.