#Self-proclaimed – 300 words – The delusions have finally set in now. Character is absolutely, without a doubt, the all-powerful… God of the universe! | Rating: K+ | Genre: Humour
"All bow before him!"
"Yes, make way, make way!"
"Get away, Creevey! Didn't you hear?"
"Heir of Slytherin!"
"Coming through!"
Fred and George swept students away as they led Harry in a merry dance throughout Hogwarts, deliberately taking him the longest way back to the tower to cause maximum chaos. They did get there, eventually, with much eye-rolling and some laughter from the student body.
Now he stood in front of them as they eyed him up.
"We need to get you a cape."
Going against her own thoughts, Hermione had to correct them. "Rulers wear robes. Not capes."
"A robe then," George said, nodding.
"Yes, much better," Fred agreed. "Fur lined."
"Of course."
"And a crown, can't forget a crown."
"The true piece de resistance."
Hermione didn't even bother hiding her wince at the horrible imitation of a French accent. The twins noted something don on a piece of parchment. There was a stick figure on it, with arrows pointing everywhere.
"It needs to be big."
"And heavy."
"Are jewels too much?"
"They're never too much."
"True, true, but we have to have a balance."
"What about we add a sceptre?"
"Forge, my man, you might just have it!".
"Guys?" Harry interrupted, only to have two identical pairs of eyes to snap to him and stare. It was a bit disconcerting as they weren't really blinking. "You do know I'm not really the Heir of Slytherin, don't you?"
Fred and George looked at each and then both burst out laughing. Harry felt himself relax.
"Of course not, Harry," George said reassuringly, patting him on the shoulder.
"You're thinking too small," Fred agreed.
"You're not just the Heir of Slytherin."
"Oh no."
"You're the-"
"-Hogwarts Heir!" they finished in tandem.
Harry just buried his head into his hands and groaned.
