Ilha das Máscaras
Prologue: Isla das What?
AN: Sitting in school infront of a computer while a teacher gives a detailed explanation of things I already know is never a good combination...
Warnings: This will be slash...sometime, somewhere, somehow.
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„Gred, Forge! What are you two doing here?", Harry asked.
The Weasley Twins had suddenly appeared in front of him, when he was tending to the Dursleys garden. Aunt Petunia had instructed him as soon as he came back from Hogwarts.
"Well, little Harry-kins, we thought you'd be overjoyed to see us again.", one of the twins answered, while the other continued in a grim voice. "And we heard that you could use some company."
A slightly panicked look crossed Harry's delicate features. "I don't know what you mean…"
Arms hooked the redhaired boys stepped closer and said in unison:" Sure you don't!"
Guiltily, Harry asked:" How?"
"We overheard our two youngest talking about it… Honestly, one would think they'd be clever enough to use silencing charms while obsessing about you!", Twin N° 1 said. "Puh-lease, what did you expect? I mean everthing Mum and Dad had to offer has gone to us and the others…", said Twin N° 2 "Yeah and I think we dropped ickle Ronnie-kins a little too often…", both twins were rolling on the floor laughing by now.
Even, Harry couldn't surpress the grin swelling in his face. Then, a shadow flew over his expressions," I've missed the two of you!"
"Of course, you did. Now back to the business at hand…" "…We've got an offer waiting for you!", the two redheads said, grinning from ear to ear in their weird Cheshire-Cat-way.
"What kind of offer?", the green-eyed boy asked suspiciously.
"Pray tell, little Emerald, Have you ever heard about Ilha das Mascaras before?", Fred asked while flourishingly examining his nails.
"Ilha das what?", Harry asked his brows disappearing in his hairline.
George answered, mirroring his twin:" Ilha das Mascaras…the island of masks."
"What is that?"
"Your question should be: 'Where is that?'!", the twins answered exasperated.
Rolling his eyes, the petite boy asked again:" Where is that?"
"Why in the Bermuda triangle, of course!", again an frustrated sigh.
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