By Daniel J. Lyons
26 January 2004
Overview: The Weasley Twins find that pranking isn't always as easy as it appears
The statue of Gambol
the Great shuddered as a cloud of silver sparks sank into it.
"That should do
it," Fred Weasley said, putting his wand away and turning to his twin
brilliant," George smiled.
"Well, I'm not
one to argue so I guess I'll have to agree to that point."
it's a shame that we won't be here to witness the fruits of our labor."
"Well, we don't
want to be seen at the scene of the crime now, do we?"
"Quite true, we
shouldn't give anyone a reason to connect this with us. Besides, Professor Snape may not take this in its intended spirit."
"Or, worse yet,
he might take it in exactly its intended spirit."
we're just trying to help," George said, checking the corridor. "A
bit of snogging would do him a world of good. So
would a good nightís sleep for us, letís go."
The twins were
extremely quiet on their return to Gryffindor Tower. After a few disturbingly close calls, they
realized how out of practice they had become after years of depending on the
Marauder's Map to tell them that the coast was clear.† Since they had given the Map to Harry Potter
the previous year, stealth was now their only remaining option.
Halfway up the final
set of stairs, however, they discovered that the castle had an option of its
it!" Fred exclaimed as the stairway beneath them shuddered and began to
George said, pulling his brother over to the railing, "Wonderful timing
stopped but, oddly, the bottom end had not stopped on a landing as the
stairwells usually did.† The bottom step
was now hovering a few inches in front of a large painting.† In the painting about a dozen wood-elves were
dancing around a very large tree.† In the
base of the tree was a hollow that looked as if it could hold three grown men
seen a staircase do that before," George said, pointing towards the
"I don't like
it," Fred said, uncharacteristically nervous. "Letís go."
turning, however, Fred felt the step beneath him move.† Behind them the large painting was sliding to
the side to reveal a dark opening.†
George managed to grasp the rail a second before the steps all flattened
into a slide beneath them. Fred slammed down onto his back but managed to grab
his brother's foot before sliding too far.
George shouted as a large shock jolted through his hands.
let go of the rail and the twins slid rapidly to the bottom of the stairs,
through the dark hole and into the unknown.
The unknown, as it
turned out, was very hard and muddy.
After sliding for
quite some time, the twins found themselves tossed out of a large hollow in the
base of a tree. After flying several feet they landed on the cold ground in a
something strike his shoulder.
George opened his
eyes. It was still dark out but the sky was lightening, and dawn was
approaching.† Several Clabberts
were glaring down at him from the branches of a large tree.
One of the Clabberts had just thrown a rock at him and was wrapping
its webbed fingers around another.
Rolling over, George
noticed that the uncomfortable mound on which he had been lying was actually
Fred, still unconscious.† As George moved
off of his brother, another rock landed, this time on Fred's stomach.
Awakened by the
impact, Fred sat up quickly, his head colliding with George's.
George shouted as he fell backwards, clutching his chin.
"Wha-" Fred started.
Another rock struck
Fred's chest.† Before he could protest,
George grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet.
George stumbled as
the rock hit him in the small of the back. "Move!"
A few minutes later
they stopped to rest.
"Where are we,
do you think?" George asked.
"Dunno," Fred looked around, "But we must be
somewhere in the Forbidden
Forest by the look of things."
"That's what I was afraid of. It's nearly dawn and it could take us hours
to get back to the castle."
get started then," Fred said in a resigned voice.
Their robes torn and
dirty, the Weasley twins shuffled into the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts castle
just as the sounds of a large disturbance began in the dungeons below.
The twins moved
towards the stairwell to the lower levels to investigate the laughter and
To their horror, at
the bottom of the stairs was the statue of Gambol the Great, its arms wrapped
around a struggling Professor Snape.† Oddly, the statue seemed to be smirking as it
pressed its stone face against that of its captive.
"The scene of
the crime," Fred squeaked in surprise.
Snape's eyes locked onto theirs as his wand emitted
an orange beam that shattered the amorous statue.
With one stone arm
still entwined around his waist, Professor Snape
glared up the stairs at the stunned twins.
"I know you
were behind this, Weasleys," he sneered angrily
up the stairs. "If I could prove it I would have you both expelled."
Tossing off the arm,
Professor Snape ascended the stairs. "As it is,
I think that three weeks of detention for you both might make the castle far
safer for the rest of us. My office, tonight!"
With a snarl,
Professor Snape turned and left.
weeks," Fred muttered.
"We'd have been
better off in the forest," George replied.