The Troubles of the Twins
“Ha! I see that everything’s set,’
Fred announced happily.
“Look at these!” said George
proudly. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindors
looked down curiously. “Incredible stuffs we’ve got here! These three are Bugger-Bark
Lotion, Anti-Axe Cream, and Fruit Bomb Chalks – they are from Lee – and over
“I never thought there are chalks in
magic world,” said Harry.
“Of course, little bro’,” said Fred.
“Lee just copied them from Muggle chalks, but he had
jinxed them too.”
“Yeah!” George sniggered. “You’ve
got to see how they’d work! Draw a big cross on the bodies of the trees, and
the trees will create their own fruits. Loveable, big, hard fruits, which will
fall right towards those people’s fat heads! But don’t worry, the chalks are
non-toxic and will disappear within an hour, just like the other products we
“Sounds pretty cool,” Hermione
giggled. “It’s tonight, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” Fred nodded. “We’re still
wondering why Dumbledore chose us to do it, aren’t we, George? But then, I
think we agree that Dumbledore loves our jokes.”
“I don’t think so,” Ron mumbled. “I
think he just wanted you two to do some nice, praiseworthy jobs.”
“Ooooh…and why our little Ronnie
protests?” smirked Fred. “We thought you’d like to watch those unreliable
people suffering to death for killing the trees.”
“Suffering to death?” repeated
Neville in horror. “You said you wouldn’t…”
“It’s just an idiom, stupid,” George
cut him impatiently. He sighed. “I can’t believe these people we are going to
torture are from the Ministry. They should think better, unless they really
want to taste The Troubles of the Twins.”
“The Trouble of the Twins?” squeaked
Ginny, avoiding herself from breaking into laugh. “Really convincing.”
That night, the Weasley twins were
ready to do their plan. Hermione was still asking them the same question along
the last fifteen minutes.
“You have had the teachers’
permission, haven’t you?” she said anxiously.
George closed his eyes in disbelief.
“We’ve told you ten times, Hermione, that the teachers were very pleased when
they heard our suggestion!”
Fred nodded. “Indeed, yes. Filch was
the happiest person beside Hagrid, you know. He needs
the Forest for our detentions.”
needs the Forest to keep his beloved creatures,”
sighed Ron. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny laughed.
“Yes, imagine how mad Aragog would be if he knew what they’d do to the Forbidden Forest,” broached Harry between his laugh.
When the time approached, the twins
ran breezily into the dark Forbidden Forest. Firenze the centaur had told them plenty
about the Forest and they thought it was more than
enough. Without wasting any more time, the twins busied themselves rubbing
magical balms, creams, and lotions, drawing enchanted crosses, and jinxed the
“Wait here,” Fred whispered to
George after they finished. The two of them walked behind a large wood trunk.
“This’ll be the most beautiful moment we’ve ever had.”
They waited and waited there. The Forbidden Forest was as tranquil as usual, but
somehow creepy and mystical. They could barely hear the scratching sounds of
the leaves far above them and hooting noises from passing-by owls. They
couldn’t imagine if the Forest was being destroyed. So far it was a natural home for many of magical
creatures (and most of them were Hagrid’s friends).
Dumbledore was very wise for ordering Fred and George to do this; he knew the
twins very well and he wanted to give them one more chance to show their moral
fibres, and this was exactly the right time.
Then the twins saw twelve men
walking into the Forest. Two of them were plumpy, one looked particularly idiot, three had
ponytails, and the rest were all tall. Five of them carrying axes, but the
others brought nothing in their hands. Fred reckoned they must be cutting off
the trees with their wands. He exchanged a look with George and they sneered.
What happened next was a
pandemonium. The Forbidden Forest knew those people were going to
harm them, so it attacked immediately. The first two men began to swing their
axes onto the trunks, only to see them sprang back to the opposite directions.
They hit another tree and, instead of stabbing it, they crashed into
approximately two dozens pieces.
“Whoops, Fred,” whispered George.
“It seems your Strengthen Charm worked properly.”
“Good, and hail to Angelina
Johnson,” replied Fred. “She taught me that.”
“And to Lee for his Anti-Axe Cream,”
They went on watching. The people
were starting to cut the trees again when suddenly a pumpkin-like fruit bumped
onto one’s head, followed by the other similar fruits. They were bumping onto
the screaming and shouting men, while the missing fruits fell to the ground
with loud booms (the twins were pretty sure students and teachers could hear
the noise from the castle).
It continued on. The Bugger-Bark
Lotion made tree-barks peeled off and started slapping hard the men’s feet. The
Levitating Lotion made the approaching men levitated ten metres above the
ground. George’s Giggling Jinx caused the cutting spells backfired with
giggling effects (the men rolled over the ground, drowning in endless laugh).
The chaos ended when the men was
already covered with wounds, very exhausted, and too angry to move. They never
thought the Forest would fight back like that. Their
axes had been destroyed and they had lost of spells to conjure. They swore that
they’d never return to this freaky place again. With some last grumbling and
yelling, they rounded up in a circle and Disapparated.
The twins jumped off their hiding
place, very excited. They shrilled and laughed with happiness.
“Whoa, George! They worked, they
worked!!!” spluttered Fred.
“I know they would! YEAH!!!” roared
George. “Come on, we have to tell this to our friends!”
“They’ve learnt to respect ancient
trees, those men,” said Fred. “We must celebrate!”
And they ran quickly towards the
castle, leaving the quiet and already-saved Forbidden Forest behind them.