AN: Had to keep both twins ... couldn't do this with only one!
It was nearly midnight, and Fred and George Weasley were retiring to their flat, which just happened to be above their joke shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. They stumbled in, laughing about something Harry had said about a Muggle toy. They had been over to have dinner and visit Ginny, who swore that they did not visit nearly as often as they should, and somehow the topic had wandered over to Muggle toys.
"That was a pretty brilliant idea on the Muggles' part though, eh Fred?" said George, throwing his dragonskin coat onto the coat rack.
"Tickle Me Elmo." Fred sniggered, tossing his coat onto the rack as well.
"Y'know ..." George started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "... what we could do ..."
"Yeah, but ..." Fred continued, looking at George and ruffling his bright red hair, stretching his long limbs.
"Mum would hate us for it ... but he is dead ..." Fred went on, sitting down on a wooden chair. It gave a loud creak, but the twins gave no notice. Most of the furniture, besides the beds, were unused since they spent so much time managing their shop and visiting family. A lot of time now was spent organizing the opening of three new stores. They had their main store at Diagon Alley, and their second branch at Hogsmeade. Plans had been in motion for months to open new stores as the demand for products were at an all time high.
"So she'd have no argument." George pronounced, raising his arms up in triumph. Fred gave his twin a devilish grin, which George returned in kind.
"Send an owl to ickle Ronnikins, tell him we won't be able to have dinner with him tomorrow." said George, "And then we can get started."
A month later, there was a new product on the market. Demand had skyrocketed so fast that they just couldn't produce enough to keep up with the customers who were now lined up around the corner to get on the waiting list. Some of the lucky ones who had bought the first few were now listing theirs at higher prices.
Tickle Me Voldemort was now in demand all over London, and international orders were pouring in by the hour.
"Blimey," said Ron, holding up a plush, bald, white faced doll, giving it a small squeeze before dropping it in shock as a high voice errupted.
"TICKLE ME VOLDEMORT !" The doll shrieked, as it writhed around on the floor, shaking.
"I blame you Harry, all this is ridiculous." Hermione retorted, picking up the doll and shoving it at him, "Tickle me Voldemort ..." She muttered.
Harry shot both twins a wide smile. "I think it's brilliant, people love it, and they're raking in Galleons." Harry gave the doll another squeeze.
"AHAHAHAHAHA !" Voldemort exclaimed, vibrating in Harry's clutches so much that his glasses began to slip down his nose.
This time Ron even cracked a smile. "I suppose you've told mum already?" he said, smirking.
"Well, yes." said George, shuffling his feet on the ground. Fred however, grinned hugely.
"She did threaten to disown us, but once we had shown her the doll ..." Fred began, as George scoffed loudly.
"And the big fat paycheck that came with it,"
"She warmed up to the idea." Ron finished for them, laughing.
George shot a sour look at their youngest brother. "Well, it's not as if she can tell us not to make a living, can't she?"
"A living? We must be living for a good 500 years then," Fred deadpanned. Everyone laughed, and no one seemed to notice a certain James Sirius Potter creep in, and pick up the Tickle Me Voldemort doll off the table and give the doll a squeeze before running off.
"HAHAHEEHEEHEEHO ! TICKLE ME ! HA HA HA !"
Ginny gave them all a look. "It's all of your faults, regardless of any big fat paycheck."