An Unexpected Serenade
Hogwarts was used to the pranks of the Weasley twins. They had already enchanted armor to recite absurd poems, turned toilet water into pumpkin juice, and even set off fireworks in the Great Hall. But this time, they had decided to strike hard. The plan was simple: a big public statement that would make everyone – except maybe Harry himself – understand how serious they were. And what could be better than a serenade?
It was a morning like any other, and everyone was quietly seated in the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry was pouring pumpkin juice into his glass when a thud sounded. BOOM. The enchanted ceiling darkened, the floating candles briefly went out before relighting in a bright red and gold hue.
In the center of the room, a scene magically appeared, adorned with bright red streamers written in gold letters: THE HEROIC EXPLOITS OF THE FABULOUS HARRY POTTER. Before Harry knew what was going on, Fred and George appeared on the stage, dressed in red velvet capes and ridiculous feathered hats. Lee Jordan was holding a lute, probably stolen from a poor Hufflepuff.
"Ladies and gentlemen, wizards and witches, revered teachers and cherished students," Fred began, bowing theatrically. "Today, we tell you the legend of the famous, the magnificent, the fabulous..." George continued. "HARRY POTTER!"
With that cry, Lee Jordan struck a chord on the lute and the twins began a song.
"He was only a year old and already legendary,
The Survivor escaped the bloodthirsty mage.
The great Tu-Sais-Who hurled his wrath,
But Harry Potter survived standing!"
A murmur ran through the Great Hall. Everyone knew that part. But the twins continued.
"At the age of eleven, he faced a treacherous teacher,
In his own head, You-Know-Who in prison.
He survived the Stone and the masked demon,
And with a simple touch, Quirrell was struck down!"
A silence fell over the room.
Lupin, who was quietly drinking his tea, choked violently. "Sorry... he did WHAT?!"
But the twins didn't stop.
"At the age of twelve, a serpent he struck down,
A giant basilisk under Hogwarts prowled.
With a blow of his sword, he finished him off,
Saving Ginny from a cold funeral fate."
This time, all of Hogwarts reacted.
"A... a BASSILISK?" "With a SWORD?" Ravenclaw students frantically took notes while Hufflepuffs seemed utterly stunned. Lupin, on the other hand, was livid. "Wait... this basil... Was it well under the castle?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Absolutely, professor!" Fred replied happily before resuming singing.
But Harry had turned red with anger. "THE WEASLEY TWINS!" "Oh oh," George said. Harry jumped onto the table, wand in hand. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY ME FOR IT!"
The twins howled with laughter before jumping off the stage and running into the Great Hall. Harry, furious, threw an Expelliarmus at them that caused them to stumble, but they rolled over and sprinted away. "Catch us, Harry! You can punish us in private~", Fred said with a wink. "I'm mostly going to throw you off the top of the astronomy tower!" roared Harry.
Hermione had her head in her hands. "It is. Desperate." "He's REALLY unconscious," Ron added, fascinated.
Teachers in Shock
In a corner, the teachers were in shock. "A basilisk," Flitwick repeated, his eyes round. "With a sword," Sprout added, stunned. "At twelve," McGonagall concludes in a flat voice. Lupin, on the other hand, seemed to be in the midst of an existential crisis.
"Why did James and Lily make such a son...?" he whispered, his hands trembling. "Because fate is cruel, Remus," McGonagall replied wryly. "Wait..." Flitwick frowned. "If Harry fought a basilisk, does that mean the twins weren't even exaggerating?"
A silence fell over them. "... The twins are right about one thing," Sprout said suddenly. "Which one?" "Harry is fabulous."
McGonagall sighed deeply. "Yes, and that's exactly the problem."
"Music is the language of emotions." — Immanuel Kant