[Ep 1] Toad-ally Cool

Harry stared at the animal on the floor. He didn't know how it could have gotten into the castle, it was pretty big. Harry would have thought someone would have noticed it before now.

The animal in question was a dark brown, slimy frog. Let it be known, that Harry hated frogs. They were creepy and off-putting with their lifeless eyes and stretchy limbs. Harry would be happy if he never had to go within 10 feet of another frog for the rest of his life.

But of course, Harry was never lucky. He had to be the only one in the common room at the moment, the one time there was a frog in the castle. Harry sighed, what curses did he know that could get rid of it?

He could always get rid of the frog the muggle way- though Harry was loath to get closer to the animal. When Harry pulled out his wand, the frog panicked. It jumped around the room, leaping from surface to surface too fast for Harry to keep up. So of course, he was scared shitless.

Harry screamed when he felt the frog brush against him. It was a high-pitched scream, and Harry was embarrassed about it as soon as he let it out. Still blushing, Harry held out his wand in front of him, ready to strike the frog as soon as he could.

Just when he was about to let out a curse, the portrait to the common room burst open. Fred and George were there, standing on the other side. Worried looks on their faces.

Fred saw what Harry was about to do first, and both sighed in relief and tensed back up again in a second. "Wait!" Fred called out, running over to the younger boy. Harry paused in his movements, "Why? I'm trying to get rid of it."

"Exactly, you can't," George said, stopping next to his twin. Harry, still extremely grossed out by the frog, raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why not? Is it someone's pet?" Harry suddenly remembered Neville, who was probably the only boy in Hogwarts who had a toad for a pet.

"Is this Trevor? Neville's pet?" Harry, while he hated frogs of any kind, would never kill Neville's pet. He knew how attached to it he was.

George shook his head slowly, "No... no. Not exactly." Fred continued where his twin left off, "She's, er, not exactly a pet." Harry didn't know Fred knew the frog was a girl but didn't pay it any mind. "Then why can't I kill it?"

George opened his mouth, once. Twice. How was he supposed to explain the situation without Harry freaking out more?

After a minute of silence, George answered, "The frog's not a pet... because the frog's Hermione." There was dead silence in the Gryffindor common room for a couple of seconds before Harry burst out, "Huh?"

The frog croaked from where it was sitting on the back of a couch. "What do you mean that frog is Hermione?" Harry was mortified, a horrified expression on his face. George sighed, "We were testing out some of our products and new spells, and Hermione, uh, got in the way."

Harry nodded, "So you're telling me," Harry paused, "You turned Hermione into a frog?"

Fred and George nodded, slightly nervous that Harry would tell a teacher, like McGonagall, about what they had done. "Well, just know that I will not be kissing Hermione. I don't want to come within 10 feet of that thing."

Fred frowned, "Why would you kiss her?" Harry realized the twins would not understand the reference, "Oh, it's from a muggle fairytale and movie." George looked grossed out. "Why did someone have to kiss a frog?"

Harry shrugged, "It's just a fairytale. No one would actually kiss a frog," he shuddered then paused. "No offense, Hermione." The frog croaked from where it was on a side table. "We just need to pour this anecdote on her back, then she'll be good as new within the hour." Harry would definitely not be the one giving Hermione it.

George carefully and slowly pulled a blue bottle out of one of his coat pockets and approached frog-mione. He uncorked the potion and splashed it all over the frog and wall behind it. It was about as slimy as the frog itself.

Not a moment later, the frog slowly started to grow and change color and shape, eventually turning back into (a thankfully fully clothed) Hermione.

Hermione turned on Fred and George quickly, ready to either yell at or scold them. But when she tried to speak, all that came out were croaks. Hermione was shocked and kept trying to speak through the croaks.

"Uhm," Fred rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "We may need to work out some final things with the anecdote." Hermione's glare intensified. "At least you're no longer a frog," George shrugged.

Hermione just croaked angrily at them.

"That's actually pretty cool," Harry smirked. "Toad-ally cool." The twins laughed, "That's terrible, Harry." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and gave Harry a look that said, 'You better fix this right now.'

"Alright, alright. We'll go work on it, but you'll probably have to come with us so we can just give it to you once we're done." Hermione nodded and followed the twins out of the common room. Harry just looked around at the mess and decided to just go to his dorm room. The twins would probably be back and clean it later.

At least he didn't have to worry about a frog being loose in the common room anymore.