Title: Wait, what?
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Harry pushed open the door to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and smiled at the bustling activity. "Fred and George really seem to be enjoying themselves," he thought happily as he watched the twins mingle with the customers, thinking back on how driven the twins had been to run their own joke shop.
"Harry!" a familiar voice cried as he was clapped on the shoulder.
"Someone say Harry's here?" another voice called.
Harry looked over to see the familiar identical faces of Fred and George.
"How you been, mate?" George asked.
"We haven't seen you in ages!" Fred exclaimed good-naturedly. Harry laughed, as he shook their hands even though it wasn't the usual greeting.
"Harry! Why don't you come back to the storeroom and sample some of your merchandise," George said as is having a moment of inspiration, "Our treat!"
"I…I couldn't" Harry replied, thinking of an earlier visit where Fred and George refused free merchandise to their brother, Ron.
"Aw, C'mon, Harry, if it weren't for you we wouldn't be doing any of this!"
"Alright…" Harry relented, thinking that further refusal would hurt their feelings.
"Excellent!" Fred and George simultaneously chimed, "Follow us!"
Harry followed Fred and George as they weaved through the crowd with practiced ease. Ducking behind the counter, the three of them disappeared through a door near the back of the shop. Once inside the door, they began to ascend the rough wooden stair case toward Fred and George's apartment. The stairs ended abruptly and gave way to a miniscule landing and a large wooden door. George pushed the door open before making a B-line for a small closet. Harry stepped in and looked about him in amazement. The apartment had obviously been magically enhanced in order for it to be so large. The apartment had very high ceilings and a spacious living room, not to mention two doors, side by side, that each bore the name of one of the twins. The living room was cluttered with diagrams, candy-wrappers, and half-finished joke items.
The closet George had just opened was amazing itself, as Harry saw that the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves which had many brightly-colored boxes on them. The most curious thing about the room, however, was that underneath the single light-bulb sat a sparklingly clean silver table with small boxes of candies lined up along its surface.
"Take as many as you like and tell us what you think!" George called to Harry as Fred propelled him toward the room.
Harry had just stepped across the threshold and into the room when a bell clanged loudly by the door.
"Must be off…" Fred exclaimed.
"…We're needed downstairs!" George finished as the twins disappeared out the door.
Harry looked down uncertainly at the boxes of candy before hesitantly popping a bright orange one in his mouth. A curious fizzing sensation ensued, filling his mouth with orange-flavored foam. Swallowing, Harry shook his head, laughing pleasantly at the twin's candy genius.
Looking down to choose the next sample, Harry was intrigued by a box of vibrant pink toffees near the box that housed the candy he had just sampled. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry picked one up and popped it in his mouth.
Immediately, a bizarre sensation occurred. It felt almost as if his skin began to ripple and undulate like ocean waves. A moment later, it felt like he was being squeezed into a rather small space and Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he sank to the floor. Breathing heavily, he waited for it to be over, but then everything went black.