The twins were running wild around Zonko's, practically jotting down everything the store had in stock. Fred and George have gotten very excited about the idea to create their own joke materials. They started brainstorming right away, and Lee said to take note of what Zonko's offered so they couldn't copy any ideas.

It was the chilly afternoon of October Thirty First. The streets of Hogsmeade were filled with students and teachers all wrapped up and excited for their first trip of the year. Third years skipped down the street, unsure where they wanted to start. Tori had just came back from Honeydukes with a load of candy with Angelina.

The boys were still inside the joke shop, muttering to themselves as they started selecting things to buy. "What are they doing?" Angelina whispered to Tori, picking up a box of Non-explodable, luminous balloons.

Tori only shrugged. Tori and Lee agreed not to tell anyone about the twins' idea until it was in full swing. They didn't want to get the word out and have it be shut down before it could even start.

"Well can they hurry up? Alicia said she'd save us a table, but it won't last long." Tori nodded, running up to Lee and telling him the news. The boy nodded, whispering to the twins while they made their purchase.

"Got everything?" Tori asked, glancing down into their full bags. They all nodded eagerly, following them out of the shop. Tori spotted Ron and Hermione when they entered the three broomsticks and waved towards them. She didn't see Harry but wasn't given time to talk to them.

"Finally." Alicia sighed, getting up to let Lee through the booth. "I've gotten so many dirty looks from groups who wanted this spot. What took you all so long?"

"Zonko's," Angelina muttered as she took her seat. The twins shrugged innocently. "Who's turn is it to pay? Oh, and not it!" Lee asked, immediately putting his hand off the table. Tori chuckled, remembering last year.

"I think it's my turn." She admitted, pulling out a few silver coins. She counted out her money, glancing up at the people around her. "Where's Katie? Is she not coming today?"

"No, she's hanging out with Leanne and Cho," Alicia informed them as Tori ordered their drinks.

The rest of the time at Hogsmeade was pretty uneventful. Lee tried to steal three of Tori's Acid Pops from her bag, claiming he was hungry. He then took her scarf causing her to chase him. "Lee!" She yelled after him, chasing him down a twisty unfamiliar road.

The boy was laughing, and Tori was too. She managed to catch up to him, glad that Wood making the team do laps around the field finally paid off. She grabbed his shoulder, bumping into him before they both tumbled in the grass. The two burst into laughter, noticing that the others were pretty far behind.

"Hey! The Shrieking Shack!" Lee pointed to the large building a top of the hill. Tori glanced up, surprised. She had never been this close to the torn down shack.

It was falling apart. It was a very disordered, dusty building. Paper was peeling from the outer walls; there were stains all over the boards; the windows were all boarded up. Many students had said it was haunted, that they could hear ghosts moan and wailing side it on the occasions.

"Reckon we can go and get inside?" Lee asked her. Tori nodded eagerly, running towards the structure. The duo carefully climbed the hill, about to get closer towards the crumbling building. They were about to try and take a board off the windows when they heard a loud voice of authority.

"Hey! You two! You're not supposed to get near that building! It could come down at any second!" Percy's voice rang towards the two. Tori and Lee shared an annoyed look. Percy Weasley always had to ruin the fun.

The two rolled their eyes, running back down the hill. "One day we'll get inside," Lee told her quietly. Tori nodded in agreement.

The Halloween feast was probably one of the best it has ever been. Tori felt pretty confident about the day. Hopefully, no trolls or beasts roamed the castle this Halloween. Everything was normal and relaxed.

Well, relaxed as it could be at Hogwarts. The Great Hall had been decorated with hundreds and hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats, and many flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant watersnakes.

The feast finished with entertainment provided by the Hogwarts ghosts. They popped out of the walls and tables to do a spot of formation gliding; Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had great success with a re-enactment of his own botched beheading.

It had been such a good evening that no one's good mood couldn't even be spoiled. Not even Harry's. Malfoy shouted through the crowd as they all left the Hall, "The Dementors send their love, Potter!"

Tori sent him a death glare, muttering under her breath violently. Fred, who was standing next to her, overheard. He chuckled loudly, patting her on the back. "My mother's definitely a terrible influence."

"Rubbish," Tori replied with a wide smile. The Gryffindor crowd headed up the stairs, their stomachs filled and their moods soaring high. There was a sudden stop in the crowd and Tori heard Angelina's gasp.

"What—" George asked, stopping as well.

Tori gasped herself, peering over the twins' shoulders. She was shocked at what she was seeing. The Fat Lady was missing. And her portrait was covered in scratch marks.

"Let me through, please," came Percy's voice, and he came bustling importantly through the crowd. "What's the hold-up here? You can't all have forgotten the password— excuse me, I'm Head Boy –"

And then a silence fell over the crowd, from the front first, so that a chill seemed to spread down the corridor. Percy looked shocked, even a little frightened. He spoke suddenly in a sharp voice, "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

People's heads turned; those at the back were standing on tiptoes. Tori stared at the rips in the portrait, horrified. Who would do this?

The next moment, Professor Dumbledore was there, sweeping towards the portrait; the Gryffindors squeezed together to let him through.

Dumbledore took one quick look at the ruined painting and turned, his eyes somber, to see Professors McGonagall, Lupin, and Snape hurrying towards him.

"We need to find her," Dumbledore said. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" a cackling voice yelled.

It was Peeves the poltergeist, bobbing over the crowd and looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of wreckage or worry.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly, and Peeves's grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead, he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful," He said happily. "Poor thing," He then added, unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore said quietly. "Oh, yes, Professorhead," said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs.

"Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.''

i honestly don't know how i'd survive hogwarts.

i'd probably be dead by now by tripping and falling down the stairs.