Hello people of FF. Net!
This is SlytherinsVinju (Nar you don't say) and I would just like to say that I don't own J.K Rowling's wonderful world of Harry Potter, or any of the other things/brands associated with or to the book series and or films… so don't sue me, I have nothing to give you.
This was on my other profile, but I have decided to make an account dedicated to the wonders that is Harry Potter and Co.
And this snippet is dedicated to my own mirror image.
Harry had seen some freaky things before, Dementors, House-elves, Werewolves, Hippogriffs and giant spiders. But that's not surprising, considering he'd been raised by muggels. This on the other hand had to be the one of the weirdest things ever… he was watching Fred and George. Not something he dose often mind, but this was an exception.
"Gred gets hitus meji!" George all but screamed at his mirror image, his face flush with rage as he stormed around the common-room, gathering his books of the table from last nights cramming session.
"Doomore kneea, hena mer gomed Feorge." Fred replied calmly, following his twin.
It was quite early and most of the Gryffindor's where at breakfast, they would be heading to Hogsmeade today, and it had just started snowing.
"Negen jedem… Hevlov forng! Horyp!"
Harry lent over to Ron who was watching with as much confusion and fascination as he was "What the bloody hell are they talking about?" he whispered harshly to his best-friend.
"I'll be damned if I know mate, mum says they uses to do this all the time when they were young but...— " he glanced at the twins and back to Harry "— I ain't ever seen this before."
And, as if they had read each others mind, they both look over at Hermione.
"What are you looking at me for? It's not as if I know everything…" both boy raised an inquisitive eyebrow, Hermione sighed in defeat. "It's called Idioglossia… twin speak. It's more common in identical twins then un-identical, and it's very, very uncommon for it to carry on past early childhood. It's their own language."
"Its bloody freaky if you ask me." Ron said as he turned back to look at his brothers as they stormed around the common-room.
"You got that rite mate," Harry replied, pushing his glasses further up his nose, "Bloody freaky…"