Twins: A Different Life

Pranks and Tryouts

Harry and Draco lingered discreetly in the Entrance Hall, waiting for the signal. They were uncertain about what to expect from Fred and George Weasley. The twins had received high praise for their pranks from Sirius, and that was never a good sign.

They jumped when a catastrophic boom echoed from several floors above, signalling that the twins had begun. Teachers and students alike rushed upstairs to find out what was happening. The two Snakes didn't have to wait long before the Great Hall and Entrance Hall fell silent.

From opposite ends of the room, Harry and Draco poured the entire contents of the potion onto the stone floor, watching as it spread rapidly, coating the surface with a clear sheen. Once the floor was covered entirely, the potion sank in, making the floor appear ordinary again. Grinning mischievously, the pair ran back to the dungeons.

"We had better warn Uncle Sev, or he will kill us," Draco said, and Harry nodded.

The pair headed to the Potions classroom; they needed to stock up on prank potions anyway. Snape was sitting behind his desk marking homework when the pair arrived and nodded in greeting.

Harry pulled out their list, and Draco quickly chose the potions he felt confident making, leaving the remaining ones for Harry. The two of them worked together efficiently, exchanging ingredients and assisting each other with the other potions. Once they had bottled everything up and cleaned their workspace, they approached their professor.

"Yes,"

"Professor, I was wondering if you knew any spells that would stop a transfer potion," Harry asked.

Snape raised an eyebrow as he observed the two calm teens before him. They appeared perfectly composed, except for their eyes, which sparkled with mischief.

"I know a few. The simplest one would be the basic shield charm. Why do you ask? I'm sure you both already know that," Snape replied evenly, fully aware that Draco was familiar with it and that Harry had used it for extra credit in his last essay.

"We just wanted to confirm with you, Professor." Draco told him, "There have been rumours, sir."

"Really?"

"Yes, apparently, the Entrance Hall isn't safe. There was something else too... what was it, Draco?"

"That there may be those who find themselves in a 'sticky situation', whatever that means." 

Severus reluctantly admitted that it was shockingly good. He would have completely believed it if he didn't know his Godson and hadn't been observing Harry since his arrival. However, he was aware of who his Godson was, and Harry had been on his radar ever since he was sorted into his House.

"Indeed," He drawled, eyeing them. They didn't even twitch; instead, they nodded respectfully and took their leave.

There wasn't much for them to do until dinner, so Harry and Draco were lounging in the common room. As Draco was sharing more about his family, he suddenly sat up.

"How long does the glue last?" He questioned.

"It goes on and off, sticking them in place for about thirty seconds before releasing them. It'll last about three days."

"Don't you think we should warn a few Snakes, like, maybe, the Quidditch team you're supposed to be training with later?" Harry's eyes widened, and he shot up. He ran to the boys' fifth-year dorm. He poked his head in and was relieved to see Flint sat on his bed.

"Flint?"

"Potter, have you ordered your broom? You had better be good because we're taking a risk letting a first year on the team." Harry rolled his eyes.

"My Godfather has already given me one," he assured. "It's a Nimbus 2000," Flint whistled.

"Nice. You better know how to fly it."

"Do you really think Professor Snape, of all people, would let me on the team if I didn't know how to fly?" Harry asked rhetorically. "Anyway, if you want the team to practice, you should tell them not to walk in the Entrance Hall without wearing shields on their feet."

"Got it," Flint got up and went to warn the rest of the team while Harry went back to Draco, muttering to himself.

"Flint give you a hard time?" The blond asked his friend.

"Honestly, you'd think he would trust Professor Snape's judgment by now." Harry grouched.

"Just pull what you did earlier, and Flint will soon stop talking." Draco waved him off. Harry grinned.

The pair warned as many Slytherins as they could about the Entrance Hall, but they didn't inform everyone, knowing it would raise suspicion about their House if none of them got caught in the prank. It was proper practice for their masks when they got up to the Entrance Hall and found people stuck in odd positions, the glue kicking in at the wrong time.

Harry ducked his head as he entered the Great Hall, trying to suppress a snicker. Draco, however, didn't hold back; he spotted Ronald Weasley in a strange, lunged position and burst out laughing. He even nudged Harry and pointed at the redhead, clearly amused.

Dinner was surprisingly calm until the very end when chaos erupted as people began to stand up and leave. The first victims of this mishap were a couple of third-year Lions, who discovered they couldn't get out of their seats when they tried to stand up. The noise in the Hall grew as others realized they were in the same predicament, and laughter erupted when people saw others getting stuck mid-walk.

Laughing helplessly to themselves, Harry and Draco edged back out of the Hall and back down to their House rooms, sharing a high five as they dropped onto their beds.

"This is going to be brilliant," Draco decided, grinning.

"Just wait until tomorrow when everything with Rosalie kicks off."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time skip brought to you by Weasley stuck in an awkward lunge ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry observed the Slytherin team as they practised their training before he was allowed to use a broom, after which Flint was all over him.

"Potter, let me see your quickest lap." Flint barked.

Harry raised his eyebrow but kicked off, flattening himself to his broom and shooting away. He didn't bother to slow down much on the corners, using his weight to control the sharpness of his movements.

"Not bad, Potter. Let's see how you fly while trying to catch things." Flint pulled out a bag of ordinary gold balls and started launching them into the air; Harry took off.

Flint threw the balls in every direction while Harry performed spectacular stunts, some of which he had never attempted. Remarkably, he didn't miss a single one. When he landed next to Flint, the Slytherin captain was staring at him in amazement.

"Thank you, Lady Magic!" Harry whispered reverently. Flint eyed him with a somewhat manic glint in his eye, and Harry felt a slight sense of alarm. "Do I qualify?" he wondered. Flint nodded silently.

"Play like that in every game, and you'll be Captain soon enough." Flint finally spoke, "Practice is every Thursday, and if you miss it, you had better hope your reason changes the very foundation of magic, or else."

Flint stormed off, carrying the Quidditch equipment with him, which left Harry wondering what he had gotten himself into. He shrugged, shouldered his broom, and made his way inside. He wanted to take a shower and then tell Draco all about it. After all, they needed to keep themselves calm for tomorrow.

He couldn't wait to see Rosalie.