THE STORY'S CREDIT IS TO THEGODDESSARTEMIS.

NB: I saw this great beginning to a story elsewhere on this site. But the author hasn't been back for two years and well it's almost the end of a third lol. So I said what the heck. If she was here I'd ask her permission but as she's not I will apologizingly plagiarize and tinker a bit.

Prologue: The Adventure Begins

"To the left!" Harry hissed to Ron from behind a tapestry in their common room. The two tricksters of Gryffindor were about to be tricked. Harry sniggered.

Ron placed the snakes in one of the armchairs George and Fred frequented and hurried back to him behind the tapestry and they waited hands covering their mouths.

"Fred hey come over here I've found something weird." George's voice sounded from outside and Harry and Ron grinned soundlessly to each other.

"What are these?" a curious voice asked.

"I dunno. I just found them here."

"Look like some kind of muggle toy?" Fred's voice sounded unsure and he twitched the rubber snake around in his hands with a shrug.

Ron and Harry tried to muffle their snickering from behind the tapestry as Fred and George examined the 'rubber' snakes they'd found. And as the snakes exploded Harry and Ron ran out of the common room screaming with laughter.

"You should have seen the look on his face," said Ron as he, Harry, and Hermione entered the Great Hall.

"It was hilarious," Harry agreed. "I'm sure glad we found those exploding snakes on our last trip to Hogsmeade."

Ever the practical one, Hermione said "Yes, but you don't actually think Fred and George are going to let you get away with this, now do you Harry?"

The boys shrugged.

"Just keep on your guard." Hermione warned her two impulsive friends. "Look! I think Professor Dumbledore is going to say something!"

All heads in the Great Hall turned as their Headmaster stood at the head table. Clapping his hands together for silence, he greeted the students. "Welcome to another beautiful day at Hogwarts! I'm sure you're all aware of what day it is. As a special treat, all fifth and sixth years will be going on a Halloween camp-out on the island in the center of the lake!"

A low murmuring filled the hall. "But the island's only a few meters wide!" whispered Hermione to Harry. "How are we a-"

"You will notice that the island will seem somewhat bigger then you are used to seeing," said Dumbledore, anticipating the question everybody wanted to ask. He grinned. "After you finish your breakfast, get whatever you want to take prepared. No classes today!"

A great cheer erupted in the hall. "Yes!" yelled Harry. "I can't believe we're actually getting to miss Potions for this!"

The teachers all looked around indifferently.

"Yeah, " chimed in Ron, "And hopefully we can set up camp far away from the Slytherins, too." He threw a dirty look over toward the table where their rival house was sitting, its members pushing and shoving each other and causing a general ruckus.

"Don't worry," said Harry, "we won't let them spoil any of this for us. Come on, let's get our things packed." The three Gryffindors left the table, completely forgetting their food in their excitement.

Back at the table, two other Gryffindors whispered, their heads bent low towards each other.

"Do you think we can find something to get him back?" asked Fred.

"Don't worry," replied George, "I can think up a thousand tortures but I want one especially embarrassing for dear Harry now."

"One of our best pranks is what he deserves I say." Fred replied musing.

"So lets put our heads together brother."

They had been thinking for about ten minutes when something occurred to Fred.

"Mate...our itching powder." He grinned wickedly and George's face copied his.

George stood and dug into his robes eagerly before coming back out with a small pouch.

"Hey Fred! Here, take this and find something to do with it. I'll go keep Harry occupied."

As his brother tore off down the hall after Harry, Fred looked down to the small pouch in his hand and smiled. Hurriedly, he headed toward Gryffindor Tower, taking a different route than Harry and George had taken, trying to decide what would be the best place in Harry's belongings for the bag of Dragonmaster Itching Powder.

Meanwhile, George had caught up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Harry! Slow down and wait for me!"

The three friends looked at him expectantly. "What's the matter?" asked Harry.

"Um... you see, I, uh, was wondering what Dumbledore did to the island."

"Enchanted it somehow, I suppose." said Ron. "Come on, let's get packed so we can find out!"

"Wait!" said George once more. "What are we supposed to bring?"

Hermione looked at him strangely. "Where were you this morning? Professor Dumbledore told us to bring whatever we wanted. It's only for a night, anyway."

"Uh...so, hey what about if we camp close to each other! Fred and I will find a great place and we'll even let you little kids stay close to us in case you get scared."

Harry Ron and Hermione laughed and Harry gave him a chuckling okay before they walked off.

Unable to think of anything further to say, George watched as Harry and his friends headed for the tower, hoping that he had given Fred enough time to have finished anointing Harry's things.

Back in Gryffindor Tower, Fred was still trying to figure out which bed was Harry's. Although he knew which room Harry slept in, he had only been in there a few times before. Taking a guess, he walked over to one of the four huge chests in the room.

Just then, a footstep sounded on the creaky stairway outside the room. Fred froze. Quickly, he dived underneath the nearest bed, pulling in his long legs behind him.

The door opened. Harry and Ron entered the room, chattering animatedly.

"What about some trick snacks from Hogsmeade?" asked Harry.

"Too obvious," said Ron. "We need something they won't suspect. Like vomit-flavored food drops or something."

Under the bed, Fred shook his head, knowing his friends would never be able to think up a prank as good as his. Bored, he looked around. There, sticking out from a pile of presumably dirty robes was a rather beat-up looking notebook. Curiosity getting the better of him, Fred reached out and snagged it, tuning out the two voices about him. Fred opened the book at the page marked by a small satin tassel and started reading.

"Oh, shit." he mouthed silently to himself.

He read and reread in shock and stared in horrified fascination at the worn parchment, unable to look away. 'Whoa," he thought to himself, entranced. He continued reading the descriptions of Harry's private fantasies, described in graphic detail there in front of him. Fred breathed in sharply as he felt his pants get much tighter than they had been moments before. Not that he was...into this kind of thing. But that didn't mean it wasn't interesting to read.

Harry should become a porn writer, Fred smirked.

Unfortunately for him, that was the moment Harry decided to flop down on his bed. Fred froze at the sudden pain as the mattress smacked him on the head, causing him to bite his tongue sharply. Mentally cursing the oversized bit of padding above him, he reluctantly put the notebook in as close as he could remember to its original position. Above him, Harry and friends continued to pack their things. Fred began to cogitate, plan after plan seeping through his mind like water, all of them being discarded moments after they had appeared.

Suddenly, he had it. He could have shouted. It was brilliant! So wrapped up was he in his scheming that it was a good ten minutes before he noticed that the rest of the room's occupants had already left. "Ah, crap! I've got to get packed!" he said to himself, and leapt out from under the bed. Or tried to, anyhow, as he banged his head yet again, this time on the bed's hard wooden frame. He cursed.

"Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you." said his twin as Fred halted, breathless, before him at the edge of the lake.

"I had a few things to take care of," he said. "I need to talk to you later."

George looked at him, curiosity written across his face as he bent to pick up his bag. Dumbledore had just exited the castle, and walked over to the group of fifth and sixth years gathered near the water's edge, grouped by themselves into their houses.

"Now then. Gather your things, everybody, because the journey is about to begin." He smiled animatedly, and an air of excitement rippled throughout the students.

The Headmaster waved his wand above the water, and a narrow rainbow bridge began growing out from both the shore and from the nearest shore of the island. The stones grew longer and higher, seemingly unable to decide what color they wanted to be as they warbled from red to blue to silver. Eventually their edges met, and the two masses of land were joined. Dumbledore beckoned for them to follow him then led them across.

All the students behind him started to move forward in awe over the bridge pointing down at the glowing shimmering stones. Finally they were there!

Harry stepped off the end of the bridge with the rest of the Gryffindors and looked around in wonderment. Large, wet-looking leaves dangled down all around them, brightly green and alive. Vines and moss clung to the branches, and everywhere he looked the flora seemed to scream out its lushness. The dark soil beneath him stuck to his shoes and seemed to glow with an enriching magic. Although it was warmer here than at the castle, a light breeze arrived to cool him off and reminded him of the middle of summer.

When the last student had made his way to the altered island, Dumbledore again waved his wand at the multicolored stone before him. The bridge seemed to shimmer translucently for a moment, and then vanished. "Follow me," he told his students, and led them down a tree-lined path that disappeared into the forest.

Harry looked around slowly head shifting from left to right as Dumbledore moved forward with all following him.

"There's a clearing through here. It has also been magically enlarged so that the two years of all the houses can camp comfortably here together and still have their breathing room."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled looking back at the groups. In five minutes they had arrived and Dumbledore stopped before them with a pause.

"Here you are. From now I will be going back to the castle. I think you are all mature enough to spend a night here without getting into trouble and I'll expect the older students to lead." He looked around for the few prefects present.

"I'll return for you tomorrow at midday." And CRACK, he was gone.

A/N: I know it's not right but it can't be wrong?I'm saving you all from the desperation of wondering if she's ever gonna come back becuz heck i'll write the story for her.