Of Gadgets and Gizmos
It was a typical school day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were buzzing around chatting and gossiping like a swarm of bees. Fred and George Weasley were definitely no exception, their distinct red hair towering above the younger students as they rushed to get to the hall to make it in time for lunch.
"You know it's getting quite annoying," George stated. "Ron and Hermione always fighting like that." "Couldn't agree with you more. The only problem is that Sevvie would wash his hair before Ickle Ronniekins would admit he likes Gryffindor's resident bookworm.," Fred proclaimed. "But we all it to all the students out there. They'd have busted enough ear drums to keep the hearing aid manufacturers rich for the rest of their lives!" "Well, how 'bout we teach out little brother something along the lines of regret?" Fred suggested. "Yep, and I think I've got the perfect tool to use. Who would've thought that our Time Manipulator Projector would actually come of use?" George replied, a mischievous grin slowly forming on his face. "O Temperamental Brother of Ours, you just better watch out!" And with that, the two broke into a sprint, nonchalantly pushing the smaller folk aside, shouting apologies along the way.
~*~TIME MANIPULATOR PROJECTOR~*~
Most people would walk around their commonroom in nothing but their worst underclothes than go into an empty room with a Weasley twin. But as Ron was half asleep and slightly p-ed off at the infamous Severus Snape for calling Hermione a snobbish know-it-all, he was an exception to this rule. Unfortunately.
"Tell me why I'm here again," Ron said groggily as he sat himself on an empty cauldron.
They were in one of the many dungeons of Hogwarts. Like most dungeons, it was damp, dark and way too cold for it's occupant's own good.
"Because, dear brother. We decided to use you as a human guinea pig," George said.
"You what?!" Ron yelled back, quickly getting up only to be pulled back down by Fred.
After another good few minutes of arguing like a bunch of harpies, Ron finally gave in. The twins quickly strapped the little helmet onto their brother's rather red head before connecting it up to a small screen they placed at the front of the room.
"Is it me, or does it seem like my safety is insignificant to you?" Ron said all of a sudden.
"Nope," Fred replied.
"It's very important to us. That's because you're the one and only Weasley kamikaze!" George agreed while doing the final check.
The statement caused another uproar from Ron but when they managed to finally calm him down, he just closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded oddly like "I'm gonna kill you for this". With a final glance at their now sadistic brother and a mischievous look sent each other's way, the twins activated the machine. It hummed softly for a while, then began singing a few Disney tunes before stopping abruptly.
"Great! It's dead," Ron exclaimed. "Can I go now?"
"Oh no, Ickle Ronniekins," Fred replied. "The fun's just begun."
"What does this thing do anyway?" the younger red head asked.
"It shows you," George began proudly. "What will happen in the future if the case scenario you tell it occurs."
"So you mean you've actually come up with something helpful?" his brother replied with false excitement.
"Shut up" was the twin's unified reply.
Suddenly images began to flick on the empty screen and the helmet began to sing a tune which sounded oddly like "Under the Sea". Flashing Ron a trademark Weasley twin smile, Fred faced the screen and loudly said "If Ron doesn't ask Hermione to the dance." This caused another array of obscenities to spring from Ron, but as he too was curious, this time it only took a few threats of bodily harm to shut him up.
The picture than sprang up one the screen was one that almost made Ron jump from his seat. Neville Longbottom, and Hermione Granger. Dancing at the upcoming Valentines Ball.
A/N: I hope you like it. This started off as a writer's block fixer but it's grown so big it's over 6 chapters! Well, enjoy and review!
It was a typical school day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were buzzing around chatting and gossiping like a swarm of bees. Fred and George Weasley were definitely no exception, their distinct red hair towering above the younger students as they rushed to get to the hall to make it in time for lunch.
"You know it's getting quite annoying," George stated. "Ron and Hermione always fighting like that." "Couldn't agree with you more. The only problem is that Sevvie would wash his hair before Ickle Ronniekins would admit he likes Gryffindor's resident bookworm.," Fred proclaimed. "But we all it to all the students out there. They'd have busted enough ear drums to keep the hearing aid manufacturers rich for the rest of their lives!" "Well, how 'bout we teach out little brother something along the lines of regret?" Fred suggested. "Yep, and I think I've got the perfect tool to use. Who would've thought that our Time Manipulator Projector would actually come of use?" George replied, a mischievous grin slowly forming on his face. "O Temperamental Brother of Ours, you just better watch out!" And with that, the two broke into a sprint, nonchalantly pushing the smaller folk aside, shouting apologies along the way.
~*~TIME MANIPULATOR PROJECTOR~*~
Most people would walk around their commonroom in nothing but their worst underclothes than go into an empty room with a Weasley twin. But as Ron was half asleep and slightly p-ed off at the infamous Severus Snape for calling Hermione a snobbish know-it-all, he was an exception to this rule. Unfortunately.
"Tell me why I'm here again," Ron said groggily as he sat himself on an empty cauldron.
They were in one of the many dungeons of Hogwarts. Like most dungeons, it was damp, dark and way too cold for it's occupant's own good.
"Because, dear brother. We decided to use you as a human guinea pig," George said.
"You what?!" Ron yelled back, quickly getting up only to be pulled back down by Fred.
After another good few minutes of arguing like a bunch of harpies, Ron finally gave in. The twins quickly strapped the little helmet onto their brother's rather red head before connecting it up to a small screen they placed at the front of the room.
"Is it me, or does it seem like my safety is insignificant to you?" Ron said all of a sudden.
"Nope," Fred replied.
"It's very important to us. That's because you're the one and only Weasley kamikaze!" George agreed while doing the final check.
The statement caused another uproar from Ron but when they managed to finally calm him down, he just closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded oddly like "I'm gonna kill you for this". With a final glance at their now sadistic brother and a mischievous look sent each other's way, the twins activated the machine. It hummed softly for a while, then began singing a few Disney tunes before stopping abruptly.
"Great! It's dead," Ron exclaimed. "Can I go now?"
"Oh no, Ickle Ronniekins," Fred replied. "The fun's just begun."
"What does this thing do anyway?" the younger red head asked.
"It shows you," George began proudly. "What will happen in the future if the case scenario you tell it occurs."
"So you mean you've actually come up with something helpful?" his brother replied with false excitement.
"Shut up" was the twin's unified reply.
Suddenly images began to flick on the empty screen and the helmet began to sing a tune which sounded oddly like "Under the Sea". Flashing Ron a trademark Weasley twin smile, Fred faced the screen and loudly said "If Ron doesn't ask Hermione to the dance." This caused another array of obscenities to spring from Ron, but as he too was curious, this time it only took a few threats of bodily harm to shut him up.
The picture than sprang up one the screen was one that almost made Ron jump from his seat. Neville Longbottom, and Hermione Granger. Dancing at the upcoming Valentines Ball.
A/N: I hope you like it. This started off as a writer's block fixer but it's grown so big it's over 6 chapters! Well, enjoy and review!