Disclaimer: I admit that I don't own them, but sue me for plajurizing anyway. Things are pretty boring in my life.
Claimer: I own Sam the Stupendous and the burning bathroom.
EXACTLY THE SAME...OR NOT
Fred Weasley yawned. In the front of the classroom, Professor Binns was rattling on and on about someone named Sam the Stupendous. He had apparently risked his life to save a descendant of Geodric Gryffindor's from a burning bathroom. The child was thought to be Gryffindor's heir, but it was not so. The heir owuld have to be a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor, but whoever the heir was, he or she hadn't been found yet.
'Wouldn't it be great if someone I knew was the heir?' thought Fred dreamily. 'Better yet, wouldn't it be great if I was the heir? I would-' Fred's thoughts were interrupted.
"Mis-ter Went-ley" droned Professor Binns in his usual monotone. Fred realized that Binns had asked him a question.
''Uhhh..." he said, stalling for time.
BRINGGG! BRINGGG! The piercing ring of the end-of-period bell sounded. Fred got up.
"Boy, that was really 'saved by the bell'." muttered George, his twin. Together, they went to their next class, which was Potions. Before they had even had time to get a detention, Dumbledore's magically magnified voice rang through the school.
"Fred and George Weasley, please report to Professor McGonagall's office immediately. You are not in any kind of trouble, so please hurry."
Snape glared at them as Fred and George gathered their things and left, marveling at their good luck and grinning with glee. Little did they know, they wouldn't be grinning for long...
A/N: Okay, I KNOW that this is boring and I KNOW that there is no prophecy yet. This is just the first chapter, and a kind of prologue at that. It gets much more exciting, I promise! Don't worry, the prophecy is in the next chapter. Please REVIEW! BE HONEST, all flames welcome! This is my first fic, and I have more coming...
Claimer: I own Sam the Stupendous and the burning bathroom.
EXACTLY THE SAME...OR NOT
Fred Weasley yawned. In the front of the classroom, Professor Binns was rattling on and on about someone named Sam the Stupendous. He had apparently risked his life to save a descendant of Geodric Gryffindor's from a burning bathroom. The child was thought to be Gryffindor's heir, but it was not so. The heir owuld have to be a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor, but whoever the heir was, he or she hadn't been found yet.
'Wouldn't it be great if someone I knew was the heir?' thought Fred dreamily. 'Better yet, wouldn't it be great if I was the heir? I would-' Fred's thoughts were interrupted.
"Mis-ter Went-ley" droned Professor Binns in his usual monotone. Fred realized that Binns had asked him a question.
''Uhhh..." he said, stalling for time.
BRINGGG! BRINGGG! The piercing ring of the end-of-period bell sounded. Fred got up.
"Boy, that was really 'saved by the bell'." muttered George, his twin. Together, they went to their next class, which was Potions. Before they had even had time to get a detention, Dumbledore's magically magnified voice rang through the school.
"Fred and George Weasley, please report to Professor McGonagall's office immediately. You are not in any kind of trouble, so please hurry."
Snape glared at them as Fred and George gathered their things and left, marveling at their good luck and grinning with glee. Little did they know, they wouldn't be grinning for long...
A/N: Okay, I KNOW that this is boring and I KNOW that there is no prophecy yet. This is just the first chapter, and a kind of prologue at that. It gets much more exciting, I promise! Don't worry, the prophecy is in the next chapter. Please REVIEW! BE HONEST, all flames welcome! This is my first fic, and I have more coming...