The Request
A/N: For those of you who were wondering what this had to do with Harry Potter, you are about to find out.
Mr. J looked at her strangely. "Whussat... supposed... to... mean...?"
"Well, I suppose for one with a thick skull like yours, it would be difficult to know that, wouldn't it?" she asked impatiently. She pressed a button on her big, scary desk. "Tammy, could you please tell the Mr. Weasleys that I'm ready to see them?" she asked her secretary.
"Yes, Miss Plousad," Tammy replied.
To Mr. J's surprise, two boys of about 16 with hair waaaay redder than Sonia's walked into the room. "You mean, this is Fred and George Weasley?"
"Yes, Mr. J," said Miss Plousad, annoyed, "These are them."
"Fred and George Weasley," she said, addressing them, "Meet Mr. J. He will be helping you."
Tammy came in and guided Mr. J, Fred, and George into a separate room. "You can discuss it here," she said, her pride bubbling up. "My boss is busy."
She left, shutting the door.
The boys had peevish grins on their faces. "Well," said the one on the left, "What has she told you so far?"
Mr. J frowned. "You... boys... have... a... friend... named... Hermione... Granger... and... a... brother... named... Ron..."
They nodded encouragingly.
"Miss... Plousad... is... Miss... Granger's... cousin...?"
They nodded again.
"You... need... help..." he said.
They nodded once more.
"Thatsit."
"Well, we don't quite understand why you were chosen to help, but they picked someone, and it was you," answered the one on the right, who he was pretty sure was named "Fred." "Anyway, Herm- Miss Granger is also best friends with our brother."
Then George said, "C'mon, Fred. Get to the point, you git!"
Fred nodded, "I'm getting there, I'm getting there! Well, no one knows how or why, but they've both disappeared. The rest of our family is busy looking for them, as well as Herm- Miss Granger's, and as you can see, Lissy- er- Miss Plousad is quite busy, so Harry and us were sent for your help."
"Harry?" asked Mr. J.
A boy with untidy, black hair walked in. "Hi!" he said, "Sorry about that. I got stuck in the elevator-"
"Is that what that thingy that goes up and down is?" asked George.
"Yes, Fred."
Mr. J had been wrong. The one on the *left* was Fred, and... you know.
"Anyway," the boy continued, "After that, you two were already gone, so I went after you, and the secretary wouldn't tell me where you were, and by the time this weird redhead that was hyperactive was nice enough to tell me where you were, I had to go to the bathroom and that darn secretary wouldn't tell me where that was, and the weirdo was gone, so I spent 20 minutes looking for it, and when I finally found it, it was full, so I went to the shop across the street, and they had a bathroom, so I used it, and then the people at front of this building wouldn't let me get in until I stunned them, then when I got in, I had to ask directions cause I forgot what floor this room was on," said the boy who lived all in one breath.
"Well, carrying on, then," said Fred.
Mr. J was very confused, "Why was I chosen to help you?"
"I might have an idea," answered a cold voice behind him. Harry, Fred, and George turned and screamed. Mr. J looked up.
A/N: NO! This story does not have one thing to do with Voldie, so don't think it does
A/N: For those of you who were wondering what this had to do with Harry Potter, you are about to find out.
Mr. J looked at her strangely. "Whussat... supposed... to... mean...?"
"Well, I suppose for one with a thick skull like yours, it would be difficult to know that, wouldn't it?" she asked impatiently. She pressed a button on her big, scary desk. "Tammy, could you please tell the Mr. Weasleys that I'm ready to see them?" she asked her secretary.
"Yes, Miss Plousad," Tammy replied.
To Mr. J's surprise, two boys of about 16 with hair waaaay redder than Sonia's walked into the room. "You mean, this is Fred and George Weasley?"
"Yes, Mr. J," said Miss Plousad, annoyed, "These are them."
"Fred and George Weasley," she said, addressing them, "Meet Mr. J. He will be helping you."
Tammy came in and guided Mr. J, Fred, and George into a separate room. "You can discuss it here," she said, her pride bubbling up. "My boss is busy."
She left, shutting the door.
The boys had peevish grins on their faces. "Well," said the one on the left, "What has she told you so far?"
Mr. J frowned. "You... boys... have... a... friend... named... Hermione... Granger... and... a... brother... named... Ron..."
They nodded encouragingly.
"Miss... Plousad... is... Miss... Granger's... cousin...?"
They nodded again.
"You... need... help..." he said.
They nodded once more.
"Thatsit."
"Well, we don't quite understand why you were chosen to help, but they picked someone, and it was you," answered the one on the right, who he was pretty sure was named "Fred." "Anyway, Herm- Miss Granger is also best friends with our brother."
Then George said, "C'mon, Fred. Get to the point, you git!"
Fred nodded, "I'm getting there, I'm getting there! Well, no one knows how or why, but they've both disappeared. The rest of our family is busy looking for them, as well as Herm- Miss Granger's, and as you can see, Lissy- er- Miss Plousad is quite busy, so Harry and us were sent for your help."
"Harry?" asked Mr. J.
A boy with untidy, black hair walked in. "Hi!" he said, "Sorry about that. I got stuck in the elevator-"
"Is that what that thingy that goes up and down is?" asked George.
"Yes, Fred."
Mr. J had been wrong. The one on the *left* was Fred, and... you know.
"Anyway," the boy continued, "After that, you two were already gone, so I went after you, and the secretary wouldn't tell me where you were, and by the time this weird redhead that was hyperactive was nice enough to tell me where you were, I had to go to the bathroom and that darn secretary wouldn't tell me where that was, and the weirdo was gone, so I spent 20 minutes looking for it, and when I finally found it, it was full, so I went to the shop across the street, and they had a bathroom, so I used it, and then the people at front of this building wouldn't let me get in until I stunned them, then when I got in, I had to ask directions cause I forgot what floor this room was on," said the boy who lived all in one breath.
"Well, carrying on, then," said Fred.
Mr. J was very confused, "Why was I chosen to help you?"
"I might have an idea," answered a cold voice behind him. Harry, Fred, and George turned and screamed. Mr. J looked up.
A/N: NO! This story does not have one thing to do with Voldie, so don't think it does