Disclaimer: -sobs- I really don't want to talk about it… -walks off-

The Twits:

A fierce battle cry rang from me. I could feel the uncontrollable surges of anger pulse through me as the phase started again for what felt like the hundredth time that summer. My body started to go rigid, as my vision seeped in and out. Time seemed to be pounding a rhythm unfamiliar to me. And suddenly, everything became as clear as if I were looking through ice. Blues were sharper, and the reddish hues around me were less vibrant, yet at the same time, more extraordinary. My body heat was now nearing absolute zero, which is dangerous even for an Elementia-magius, such as my self.

What has angered me so? Well, for that, I would like to redirect your attention to five minutes ago, when 'The Twits,' that is to say, Fred and George, decided that it would be fun to set my broom on fire.

Flash Back:

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you really think that Harry will ever stop liking me?"

"Of course not. You should see the way he sneaks glances at you when he thinks that you're not looking. And I know that he would do anything to protect you."

"Well, I know that! I mean- I am going to fight in this war, whether he likes it or not. It's just that, I'm afraid that he'll get angry with me, and when I don't go home, he'll tell me to bugger off, and that he never wants to see me again."

"You know that he would never do that to you, Gin."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Hermione and I had finished our summer home work (or, rather, she finish our summer homework), and we were just lying around, and talking.

Then; Bang.

Yep, bang. It's really rather frightening if you think about it. Well, I guess if Fred and George don't live in your home, then you really have no idea what they are capable of. For example; Ron is utterly and entirely afraid of spiders. Fred and George invoked this by giving 'Sammy' bear an infinite number of legs when Ron was just five. Then there was the time where Olivian, a girl in the muggle village down the road, turned them down when asked on a date (I don't blame her). The prats thought that she didn't deserve any other boy, so they put something in her tea that made her see purple spots on every male she laid eyes on. To this day, she is still terrified of cooties.

Where was I? Oh, yes. The bang.

Hermione froze. "What was that?"

I was halfway to the door before I looked over my shoulder and saw a green column of smoke rise up from the broom shed. Hermione saw my widened eyes before looking out of the window as well.

We ran down the stairs and flew out the door just as the twins were climbing the garden wall to get to the Burrow. Needless to say, they weren't in the best shape or mentality of their lives, so 'Mione and I took the gate and got to them before they made it to the top of the fence.

"What did you do?!" I screamed at them.

George muttered a curse that would make Ron proud. In Fred's arms was a bundle of what looked like recently burnt kindling. It took me a few seconds to register what it was. Of course, understanding emerged on Hermione's face first.

"You didn't!" she whispered.

"What?! What didn't they do?!" I was totally confused. Until it hit me, that is.

End Flashback.

A/N- Yeah, I know you're all like, "jeez! I hate you! Your chapters are SO FREAKING SHORT!"

And to that I answer, "NO! this is just my first one! The others will be much longer. Promise-omise."

Sorry!