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Fear in a bottle

It was an unusual sight. The Weasley Twins were sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table with an angry face.

"What's up with them?" Harry asked looking at the two.

"They got a hauler from Mrs. Weasley." Hermione whispered although the twins were seated too far to hear.

"So, they get one at least every two weeks."

"Yes but this time it wasn't professor Mcgonagall that informed their mother."

"Who did?"

Hermione nodded towards Ron who was sitting next to Harry.

"You told on them?" Harry asked surprised.

"Well yeah, they made a love potion so I would fall in love with Trelawney!" "And they covered me in green gue."

"We all were covered in green gue and it still wasn't nice from you!" Hermione said mad.

"Whatever..."

At the other end of the table

The ashes of the hauler lay on the table in front of them. The two Weasleys sighed.

"How could he do that?" Fred asked.

"Guess he's more like Percy then we thought..." George sighed.

"We can't let him think he won."

"That's for sure."

"No more nice brother act anymore, it's time to get to the good stuff." Fred said with an evil grin.

George followed his example. As one, they stood up and left the Great Hall. Within ten minutes, they had reached the quietness of their sleeping dorm.

"Think one bottle is enough?" Fred asked while staring at the purple, thick substance in the small bottle, George was holding.

"I think so." "And it's Ron anyway, he's already scared to death."

Fred looked at this watch.

"Come on, if we hurry we can do it before too many students have finished their meals."

Fred was right, a few students were already leaving the Great Hall. The two red heads approached the three fifth years.

"Hello there." They said together.

Hermione's head got red and she stared at her pumpkin soup, Harry on the other hand started to laugh and looked at Ron who stared at his brothers with big eyes. Apparently he thought they wouldn't want to speak to him for a while.

"H...h...hello." He said with a squeaky voice.

Fred and George took place on each side of their little brother, accidently pushing Harry almost off the bench.

"Aren't you two supposed to be mad?" Hermione asked.

"Mad, what for?" Fred asked.

"For the hauler and the fact Ron told on you?" Harry asked.

"What that, that's nothing, we get haulers all the time!" George said waving the point away.

Ron let a huge sigh of relief.

"By the way, did you see what Peeves did to that House-Elf statue next to the Potions classroom?" George said with laughter.

"What did Peeves do to that statue?!" Hermione shrieked.

"Oh...uh nothing..." Fred lied badly.

"Come on Ron, we're going to find who ever did something to that statue!" She said fiercely.

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because you're a prefect, now come on!"

She walked around the table, grabbed Ron's cloak and dragged him out of the Great Hall. George and Fred made sure the two were gone before George took out the small bottle.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"We like to call it Fear in a Bottle" George said when he opened the bottle.

"Or right now, our revenge for Ron telling on us." Fred said.

Before Harry could react, George poured the thick, purple substance into Rons's pumpkin juice.

"You're not going to tell on us, right?" Fred asked threatening.

Both Weasley's looked at the black haired boy.

"No, I'm not that stupid." Harry said.

"Good, now we are going to find a good spot to enjoy the show." George said.

They stood up and decided to hide behind a large vale. Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione rejoined with Harry. The two grinned as Ron took a large gulp from his drink.

"One..." George whispered.

"Two..." Fred whispered.

"Three!" Both whispered enthusiastic.

"AAAAAAH!"

"What's wrong?!" Hermione asked to a now jumping up and down Ron.

"SPIDERS, SPIDERS GET THEM OFF ME!"

"There aren't any spiders Ron!" Harry said blood serious.

"He's a good actor!" Fred said.

Now everyone in the hall stared and laughed at Ron, who was still jumping around his two friends, waving his hands over his cloak in an attempt to get the "spiders" off him.

"Look!" George said with a high voice caused by extreme laughing.

Fred looked to the point his brother pointed at. Professor Mcgonagall was approaching Ron and she wasn't looking very happy.

"Mister Weasley what do you think..."

Clap!

"Oooh!" The twins groaned with a mix of a painful and laughing face.

In Ron's extreme attempts to relief him of the spiders, he had accidently smacked Professor Mcgonagall in the face. Everyone stopped laughing right away and continued their supper.

"Mister Weasley...detention....right now..."

"Yes professor, but first..."

"First what?"

"Can you get the spiders off me?"