Whats wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?
” “Why do I smell a joke coming on?” said Remus, his voice suspicious. He looked at his fellow Marauders, who gave an innocent look that no one believed. “Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. “You see . . . I’m holy. Holey. Fred: geddit?” There was a round of amused laughter, and even applause from the psychotic biker. Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred’s pale face. “Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?” “Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother. “You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum.” Sirius said, “Looks like they played the switching joke all they could, Prongs.” James nodded in agreement, and Minerva’s groan of despair caused the two ringleader Marauders to crack evil grins. He looked around. “Hi, Harry—you are Harry, right?” “Yeah, I am,” said Harry, moving closer to the sofa. “Well, at least we got you back okay,”
