"Okay. What's the funniest spell you know?" Harry pondered, whilst engrossed in a conversation with Fred and George. Because if you were ever looking for a ridiculous spell to perform on evil Slytherins, these ginger twins was the first place to look.

"Perhaps, the tickling curse?" Fred replied rather quickly, looking to George for approval, then back at Harry.

"Not funny for the victim..." Continued George.

"But hilarious for the caster." Finished Fred.

"Would you like a demonstration?" They both said together, looking terribly excited. Before giving Harry a chance to respond to this question, Fred had his wand at the ready, pointing at Harry's chest.

"Rictusempra!" A pinkish light shot from the end of his wand and hit Harry right on target, causing him to buckle to the floor with laughter. In fact, he was rolling around the floor, wailing with what sounded like humour, but he was really struggling to breath.

The twins were loving it. Torturing the boy who lived, hehe. Watching Harry's face turn a bright shade of red, Fred broke the curse and pulled the forth year up.

Harry panted, "th-anks for that. Perfect for the Slytherins, though." He chuckled. A real one this time.