Chapter 1: History Lesson on the Bermuda Triangle

AN: I just noticed that I seem to have forgotten the Disclaimer, so here it is:

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own the marvellous story of a scar-headed boy and his 11" wand.

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"Hn?"

The confused look on his face must have told the redheaded devils more than his less than eloquent exclamation because they started to explain fundamental things to Harry. Things that should have been explained when he first entered the Wizarding World.

"Ah, well you see, when the muggles first started to hunt us down a few of us got fed up with hiding in their homes and moved over the big pond…" "Unfortunately, a few centuries later the muggles followed us. The most powerful witches and wizards erected a ward around the area they were living in…" "It was so potent, that after a few mishaps the muggles now avoid going in there, so as to not get lost within the massive, everlasting storm it formed."

The petite boy's head was reeling from looking back and forth between the two of them.

"The area we were talking about is a multitude of islands. None of them can be compared to the next!" "Because each one is different!"

"The muggles call it Bermuda Triangle." "In fact, the name was offered to them by Linneus, the Linguist…" "Odd bird, he was."

Harry rolled his eyes; in his five years in the world of magic, he had yet to encounter a witch or wizard who was neither odd nor weird nor plain old mad…you get the point, right?

Aloud, he asked: "And what has that got to do with me?"

The twins moved to take him into their middle and the one on the left answered: "Well, you see; Each of the those islands in the Triangle has got a different purpose…"

"There's an island for just married…" "One for just divorced…" "For just widowed…" "Just got parents…" "Have been parents for a while and just want some peace…"

"OK, okay, I get the idea…But what is the purpose of Masquerade Island and how am I involved?", Harry asked, less confused now.

Gred and Forge grinned mischievously: "Only the rich and pure get to go there…" "And only those between 15 and 21 years old…" "Everyone who goes there gets to choose his mask…" "He or she can choose between full-face…""Half-face…" "Or just eye-covering masks." "Either way, the eye colour will be clamoured."

"Why?"

"Ilha das Máscaras is all about anonymity…" "About having fun without getting reprimanded for it."

"How does that work? I mean, what happens when a fight breaks out and they start to duel?"

"Doesn't happen, since…well, there are special arenas for duels and the wands get a restriction bond cast on them which only works on the island." "Should anyone try to use a curse or something of the like on someone else, they'd not only find themselves unable to do so, but also in the special care of the security…" "Who will ship them off to the Lawsuit Island."

"Speaking of wands – Aren't they pretty recognizable?"

"A soon as you enter the restriction bond and a clamour will be put on it…" "And everyone gets to choose a symbol for himself which will appear on the mask as well as on the tip of the wand."

"And as to your question earlier; It involves you in so far that we want to kidnap you to a summer of mysteries…" "Sun…" "And of course lots of fun!"

"Why don't you two try out for the Broadway, you'd be great!", Harry said with a grin.

"Broadway?" "Broadway?" , turning to face each other and then to the green-eyed boy, the two man asked together: "What's 'Broadway'?"

"Uh, nevermind… Didn't you two say that only the rich and pure get to go there?"

"Yeah…" "Why do you ask?"

Again a confused glance from Harry; "Well, my mom was a muggleborn…meaning, I'm half-blood, right?"

"Not, really." "You see, you are the scion of the most noble and ancient house of Potter." "It is our suspicion that Siri made you his heir, too" "With this kind of back-up, you are pure no matter what!"

"Siri's heir?", Harry asked, eyes widened comically.

"Yeah, probably…" "Didn't you get an invitation to his will-reading yet?", the twins frowned simultaneously.

"No…Should I have?"

"Yes!...Gred, favourite brother of mine, are you thinking about the same thing I am thinking about?"

"Forge, my spitting image, I am."

"Well, speak up, red-headed devils, what are my favoured Weasleys wondering about?", asked the boy-who-had-'just-shagged'-hair.

The twins looked at each other: "We are going to Gringotts!"

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