Return of the Frequently Vanishing Files of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

By: WeasleyTwin1

Chapter: Four-Detention Mischief Managed

The rest of the day flew by and soon Fred and George found themselves waiting, as they often did, for Filch outside his office.

"Wonder where the Old Squib is?" said George as he peered through the keyhole, looking for any sing of Filch within.

"Well we'd know more if you hadn't given Harry the Map," said Fred a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"Well, what do we need it for now. I mean we know all the passages," George replied as he checked the doorknob and found the office to be locked. He grinned to himself.

"For starters we'd know where Filch was right now."

"I never thought that you would want to see Filch this badly," sniggered George as he took out a lock pick and inserted it into the keyhole on the door and proceeded to twist it around. He frowned and stuck out his tongue in concentration.

"Are you losing your touch? Alas, a sad day this is…the great George Weasley…"

There was a click and George grinned.

"After you."

Fred shook his head and smiled as he entered the office and found it to be Filch free.

"Wonder where the git is?"

George sniggered again and looked around the office for anything interesting that Filch might have left lying around for them to pick up.

"Is this acting strange thing contagious? If it is stay away from me…especially if I'm going to start worrying about Filch or Snape in the end."

Fred began to walk towards George a gross look on his face, dragging his leg behind him.

"I have a plague…Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!"

Fred reached out for George but he moved quickly out of the way. George stuck his tongue out at Fred as he missed him. Fred glared as he reached out again and grabbed the sleeve of George's robe.

"I have you!!!"

"Yikes!!!!" yelled George in falsetto and mock fear. "Get away!"

George threw some powder at Fred and soon Fred was covered in a thin layer of yellow powder that then turned green, then red, and then purple.

"I'll get you for this one!"

George stuck his tongue out as he rubbed some of the powder from the sleeve of his robe.

"You still haven't gotten me back for the last prank I pulled on you."

Fred glared then without warning he threw a vial of colored liquid at George. George moved out of the way and the vial instead hit Filch who suddenly stumbled through a tapestry on the right side of the way.

"Weasleys!!!!" he exclaimed in his raspy voice, which was punctuated with heavy breathing.

The twins froze and stifled laughter as Filch was soon covered in many colors. Filch, of course didn't see the new addition to his façade.

"How did you get in here!?!"

"The door was unlocked," said Fred matter of factly.

Filch rounded on his, his eyes bulging wildly.

"Unlocked, was it?!?"

Filch continued to mumble incoherently as he pulled out a huge fill on the Twins, which was labeled:

Weasley, Fred and George,

Seventh Year,

File 50 of ???

While Filch looked through the file with great enthusiasm the Twins tried in vain not to laugh as Filch was now an avocado green color. George stuck his finger in his mouth and acted like he was puking. Fred stifled his laughter by shoving his hand into his mouth. George began to act like he was gagging as Filch continued to look into the file…then suddenly Filch exclaimed…

"The Trophy Room!"

"Aw! Not again!"

"But, we were just there…last week."

"Trophy Room!" he cried again rising from his seat and charging the Twins, his eyes bulging so much that they were in danger of popping right out of his face.

"All right! All right! Don't have a cat!"

Mrs. Norris chose that time to pop her head around Filch's leg and meow indignantly at the Twins. Fred and George nearly laughed but they managed to make it out of his office before going to pieces, as laughter was punishable in the presence of Filch.

"Perfect timing! Maybe, Mrs. Norris isn't all that bad," said George.

Fred laughed.

"What?!"

"Now, you're doing it acting just as strangle as I was."

George smirked at Fred and soon they both began to laugh as they made their way towards the Trophy Room.

*

The Trophy Room was, of course, spotless, as Fred and George, Harry and Ron, Colin and Dennis and about six other pairs of people had recently scrubbed it for detention.

"Ah, home away from home," said George taking in the room and the heavy smell of polish.

"Yep," Fred looked around and smiled, as he caressed a nearby case, "How many of our days have been spent in this very room."

"Counting today," George quickly calculated, then shook his head, "I'm not sure, but I bet it's been over half our days here."

"Ah, the memories."

"It's like walking down memory lane."

They laughed as they began to walk around the room.

"This was the first Trophy I polished," said George fondly.

"Here's the one I did first. It's still an ugly Trophy. I don't care who is came from."

Fred was pointing to a Trophy emblazoned with Gryffindor's Coat of Arms. George laughed as they continued to walk around the room.

"You know what? They should have a Trophy for us. The Weasley Twins Own Trophy Room Cleaning Award~for dedicated cleaners everywhere, to be awarded to those that enjoy cleaning the Trophy Room and spend much of their Hogwarts years in the Trophy Room," said George.

"Yeah, of course they could just call it the Most Detentions Served Trophy."

George laughed as they finished walking around the room meeting in the middle.

"Well, what should we do?" asked George looking fondly around the room.

Fred shrugged as they both looked around the clean Trophy Room.

BANG!

The twins jumped and turned around. There was none behind them but their attention was soon drawn to a book on the floor that was crawling towards them. Fred picked it up a large grin growing on his face. He opened the dark green bound book and at once a messing handwriting appeared on the title page. The Twins exchanged grins as they read the words as they swept across the page:

Padfoot's Own Guide To Trophy Room/Detention Mischief Making

Oh, Moony, Wormtail and Prongs helped too

Just a little though

A very little

So little in fact that they are barley worth mentioning.

"Oh gee thanks for the great intro Padfoot"

"You're welcome. I liked it too."

"Hardly worth mentioning, huh?"

"Nope."

"Where would you be without us?"

"A lot better off then I am now I bet."

"Sure, whatever you say, Padfoot."

"Better off then in Azkaban…"

"Oh, Moony don't start with that I'm going to Azkaban thing. It's old."

"But, that's what I saw in Divination. Oh, by the way, you missed him."

"Huh?"

"You missed hitting George with the book."

"You always did have bad aim, Padfoot."

"Look, Wormtail."

"I'm looking."

"Ha, ha, ha. Anyway, I wasn't going to hit him with the book. I'm not

that mean."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really. I'm a perfect student and role model."

"Uh, oh…he's suffering from illusions of grandeur."

"I am not."

"Then someone had Wizard Napped the real Sirius."

"Sirius-ly."

"Oh no what will we do!!"

"Call out the Wizard Police!"

"Wonder how long ago this happened."

"Guys…"

"Maybe he's been missing the whole time."

"What if he was never the real Sirius Black!"

"Tell us, what have you done with the real Sirius Black?"

"Ve have vays to make you talk."

"Guys…"

"I'll make the Veritaserum to make him talk."

"Moony! If you try and give me a potion you made…"

"Hey! I wasn't that bad at Potions…"

The book's handwriting stopped and Fred and George wondered if that was all that was written in the book. Then, suddenly a spark came from the book and was followed by a loud bang and the book fell to the floor emitting sparks in different colors. Fred and George watched as the book bounded around the Trophy Room, banging loudly, shooting out sparks, the occasional yellow stars and a terrible stench. This went on for sometime. Then the book finally stopped moving but was still showering the room with colored lights and glitter. Soon the book laid still, a small gray cloud flowing from it. Fred walked towards the book and reached his hand out to pick it up as a muted bang issued from it. A thick cloud of black smoke circled George as he coughed and tried to wave the cloud away. The stench of the cloud was incredible and Fred and George choked on the smell before becoming use to it. They opened the book and saw written already on the page.

"I WIN!!!!"

"No, you didn't Wormtail!"

"Man, that Extra Stink Dung Bomb really stunk."

"Hehehehehehehe!"

"What's so funny, Moony."

"I'm not telling."

"Anyway, Weasley Twins, you have in your hand the pivotal Vanishing File."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Shut up, guys!"

"This book contains many secrets…"

"I have some secrets I could tell, how about the time…"

"Shut up, Wormtail!"

"You never were good at keeping secrets."

"I am too, Moony…I never told anyone you were a wer…"

"ANYWAY!!! This volume contains many secrets and several ideas

for making mischief in the Trophy Room while serving detention."

"Man, Detention sucks! That old git!"

"All the times we spent in the Trophy Room we should've been given a trophy."

"Hear, hear!"

"Where, where…"

"Don't start that again…it's old."

"As old as your socks?"

"Man! That's just wrong!"

"When was the last time you changed them?"

"I bet it was back in our Hogwarts days…"

"Ha, Ha, Ha! Very funny. I don't know if I can much more of your jokes."

"Talking about jokes I heard one about a Werewolf the other day…"

There was a long pause before the writing appeared again. Fred and George exchanged looks.

"That joke was just wrong."

"It's totally untrue about werewolves…"

"I have a joke…"

"Ja…Prongs, you are a joke…Look at me Head Boy."

"Hey, you just have Head Boy envy…"

"Oh, yeah…riiiight. I don't think so."

"Well, at least you're not a Head Boy wannabe like Moony here."

"Hey!"

"I'll just let them continue to fight. The mischief to manage here is endless and the

possibilities are wonderful. Especially since we've left all future Mischief Makers

something…somethings I should say to use."

"Good old Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs," said Fred grinning.

"Can't wait to see what they have for us this time."

"Here's what you need to know…"

"Do you think that you can remember it all, Padfoot?"

"Yes, oh great Head Boy, I can remember it all. You would think I never remembered

anything. Honestly! Go to the far east corner of the room."

Fred and George followed the instructions as they continued to read the book as the writing began to fly across the page and became messier.

"Calm down Padfoot…they'll never be able to read your writing."

"Very funny. You will find a small brick that will turn green when you touch your wand to it."

"A small brick? You don't remember which one it was do you?"

"Yes, I do…it was the small one."

"They where all small in the Trophy Room, Padfoot."

"This is how we met by the way. Padfoot here was trying to get into Diagon Alley."

"Yeah, only he couldn't remember how to get it."

"We had to help him…well, Prongs did."

"How did you ever go onto platform 9 and ¾?"

"His Mommy was with him then…"

"Owwwww, Help me Mommy!"

"Shut up, Wormtail!"

Fred pulled out his wand and began tapping the bricks on the wall. It was several minutes before they found the right brick…it was at the very bottom of the wall and it wasn't small it was long and thin, like a map drawer in the library.

"Told you it wasn't small."

"Shut up, Wormtail!"

"Make me."

"You've gotten so brave…what's up with that?"

"It happens."

"Miracles do happen you know."

"Hey…"

"Sorry, Wormtail. It must be a miracle coming from you."

"Hehehehe…"

"So you've found the brick and it's turned green. Little handles should appear. Go ahead and open it…"

"Cruel trick there, Padfoot."

"Sorry, Moony, that they way the spell worked."

The handles on the drawer we carved in wrought silver, with lion's heads. Carefully, the Twins opened the drawer still remembering about the biting teacup. There was no trap on the drawer to their surprise…but inside the drawer was a Mischief Makers delight. All kinds of items lined the inside, Fillibuster Fireworks, Stink Pellets, Dung Bombs and all the usual items then there were things that the Twins had never seen. Fred picked a small bottle that looked like it contained a small rain cloud while George picked a vial of a strange iridescent liquid, next to it was a bottle of colored powders.

"There is another level under the top one. So much to use!"

"Yes, all the times we used some of those things."

"Ah, the memories!"

"All the times we had to spend in another detention cleaning the room

after one of those pranks went off."

"Some of those colored powders were hard to scrub off. And some of them

never came off."

"Yeah, and we spent more time in detention because Filch thought we hadn't

cleaned the room."

"Whine, whine, whine…"

"You whined the most, Padfoot."

"So. Anyway, there is a list of all the items in here."

"We restocked it all before we left."

"Then, Moony here checked up on it again recently."

"Yep, I did."

"Huh?" Fred looked at George, "How could that have been done…?"

George shrugged as he placed the bottles back in the drawer and looked back to the book.

"Here is the list. Many of the items we made ourselves. So enjoy."

The Twins took in the list it contained over one hundred items in all. Many of the items they couldn't wait to try and others…others would be used for that special prank.

"Who would've thought," said Fred in amazement.

"We owe so much to these guys…" said George as he examined one of the Fireworks closely.

"There's more."

"Much more as a matter of fact."

"More?" said the Twins in unison.

"Oh, yes. This is only one of our many secret stashes. But, you have mischief to

manage. So get to it. Good things come to those that wait…"

"Oh, a deep thought for you wasn't it?"

"Just shut up, Prongs."

"Good luck Weasley Twins!"

The book then vanished with a pop from George's hand.

"Well to the mischief," said George looking into the drawer.

Fred grinned and began to pull items out of the drawer. They made their way around the room setting a Firework there a Stink Pellet there. Around the whole room they placed Moony's Own Motion Sensitive, Invisible, Timed, Delayed Reaction Fireworks. Around the entrance they placed these and Egyptian Glitter Powder. Extra Stink Stink Pellets and Small but Huge Sting Dung Bombs graced the whole room. Small Onyx Figures, cast by Moony, of animal were hidden in each corner waiting in silence to jump the next person to enter the room. Two Miniature Plants of Holding guarded the entrance and in the middle of the room, the Bottle Rain cloud hide waiting to drench the unsuspecting.

The Twins turned around in the entrance and looked around the room. It looked just as it did when they came, spotless.

"Wonder who will get the brunt of this prank?"

"Let's hope it's not us."

George thought about it then grinned.

"That might be fun though."

"You might be right. Let's hope its Filch."

They laughed.

"What do you say to a late night snack after all that work?" said George looking into the room.

"Detentions make one hungry."

"Yes, they do…to the kitchens then?"

"Yes! I'm starving."

"Me too, " said George.

With a backwards glance at the deceivingly normal room the Twins left.

A/N: Well there you go. You'll have to wait for the next part to see who gets hit with the prank. J. K. Rowling owns the characters. A friend of mine and me own all those new Mischief Devises. Cheers ~WeasleyTwin1~