“Wormtail, got the string?”
“Yeah, James, got it right here!”
“How many times do I have to tell you!” hissed James Potter to Peter Pettigrew. “It’s Prongs!” He sprouted thick, pearly white antlers to prove it.
“All right!” whined Peter. James put his antlers away, mumbling, “Stupid git.” He nodded to Sirius and Remus. “You got the stuff?” he asked.
Sirius patted the book bag in his arms. “Right here.” He smiled slyly. Remus grabbed a chair and sat in it backwards while Sirius plopped himself onto the floor. The bag rattled, and he whacked it. “Stop!” he whispered harshly.
In the present, Fred and George Weasley shared knowing smiles as the picture in the pensieve dissolved. Their old friends, the Marauders, had given them the greatest idea. Over the summer they had found the pensieve in Sirius’ attic at Grimmauld place, and had just now began to try it out. Halloween was approaching, and their prank would be the best in Hogwarts history!
“But how are we going to get the things we need?” Fred asked on their way to bed.
“Dunno, but we’ll be able to get some from Hagrid,” George replied. “That woman won’t know what hit her!”
“We’ll make the Marauders proud.” Fred pulled out the Marauder’s Map, jumping onto his bed. They had borrowed it from Harry just for this occasion. It was map of the school, with little dots walking around on it.
“What are you two up to?” asked Lee Jordan, who was already in bed.
“Something marvelous,” answered George.
“Splendid,” Fred added.
“All right!” grumbled Lee, blowing out his candle. “Sorry I asked.” But he laughed all the same.
Professor Umbridge awoke to a disaster of a room. It took her an hour to gather her strewn robes together, and finding some clean ones was even harder. It was a flustered Professor who walked into class that morning.
“Good morning, class,” she said as the door slammed behind her.
“Good morning, Professor,” the class chorused, the Weasley twins louder than the rest.
She stopped in her tracks halfway across the room. There, sitting calmly on her desk, was Buckbeak the hippogriff, also known as Witherwings.
“For Merlin’s sake!” Professor Umbridge cried, the class laughing. She was too shocked to say much else.
“Wait for it,” cautioned Fred in a whisper. “It’s about to get very interesting.”
“I’d stand up, if I were you,” George said to the two middle rows, who stood and veered to the side. They knew what the twins were like. Just then, a great rumbling filled the room, and a moment later a beat red Hagrid rammed down the door.
“Where is he?” he roared, careening into the room, knocking desks here and there. Buckbeak cried a greeting, making Umbridge shriek.
“Get that filthy brute out of here!” screamed Umbridge. Buckbeak hissed in rage.
“’E ain’t a brute!” challenged Hagrid. “C’mon, there’s a good boy.” Without much fuss the hippogriff followed the half-giant out.
A fuming Umbridge turned on the spot, glaring at the twins.
“I’ll be seeing you two in detention,” she said crisply. Her anger flared when they just smiled at her.
“A slight detour, but well done, wouldn’t you say?” George asked his twin.
“’Course, ol’ chap.” Fred gave him a high-five.
“Out, now!” She yelled, bristling.
Calmly they walked out, but before they did, they chorused, “Happy Halloween, Professor!”