Chapter 2

A week later, Fred was surfing the 'innernet' when he came across an interesting article.

"Hey George, look at this!"

"Fred, seriously, I didn't know you were into Muggle news and articles!"

"Really, George, I must admit that Muggles are smart! Come and read this article, you git."

Greatest Invention of the Year

Scientists from England are proud to announce the greatest invention of all times. Made up by a group of 3 scientists who call themselves 'The Time Turners', Heather Minnite, Astee Ower and Graham Daye have managed successfully to create a Time Machine. During the experimental stages the Time Turners sent a laboratory rat to the Medieval Times, and the rat returned in a suite of armour. Later on, a robot with built-in features including a video camera have been sent to the future, and a video of the future of the human race was successfully captured. However, this Time Machine still needs to undergo a last stage of experiment. It will only be ready in the year 2010, and that's when you will be able to see your future. Scientists are currently carrying out the last stage of experiment in a deserted area near London. Trespassers are prohibited, so please leave these scientists in peace.

"Hey Fred, it really seems like you have a very good idea. out with it!"

Fred grinned mischievously. "Do you like to play matchmaker?"

"Huh?"

"Don't be such a stupid prat. You know as well as I do that Ginny likes Harry, don't you?"

"Yeah." George suddenly understood. "You want to find out who Harry marries in the future?" he asked incredulously.

"Why not? Dear Ginny is our favourite sister - "

"Only sister, you mean."

Fred ignored him. " - and we must make sure she does not break her heart over someone she might not marry in the future."

"But what if they end up getting married?"

"Then we'll play matchmaker and get them together."

"There's more to it, isn't it? I'm sure you are not that concerned about 'dear Ginny'."

"Okay okay. You see, Angelina was hooked up with that Hufflepuff dude called Gregory Higgs. I want to see if they get together in the - "

Fred didn't even get time to finish his sentence, and George was already doubling up and fighting back his laughter unsuccessfully.

"You - you what? You want to - gasp - spy on - gasp - Angelina's fu - gasp - future? Hahahahahaha.. I - gasp - can't believe it! You are - gasp - swooning - gasp - over a - gasp - girl!"

"Oh, shut up. You can't understand the feeling of love until you get caught up with it. Just wait till the day I find out who your girlfriend is. That's the time I get my revenge, dear twin. And you'd better shut up about my - "

"Crush? Hahahahahahaha."

Fred tactfully ignored his comment again. "- My secret, or else I'll tell everyone how you still hug that soft toy dragon and drool over it in your sleep."

"Okay. I'll stop it - haha - I promise I won't tell anyone." George stifled a laugh.

***

"So, dear brother, how do you plan to find the Time Machine? You know, it's not ready yet; you really shouldn't try it."

"Oh, shut up, George. You know as well as I do that it works perfectly well, and I know that you're practically dying to know your future too."

"Okay, I guess you're right. But you don't even know where the Time Machine is! And it's made by Muggles, and Muggle inventions aren't really reliable anyway."

"Why don't you quit acting like a cowardly girl and help me write a letter to Harry? We need to get the Marauder's Map."

"What for?"

"Do you have brains or not? Remember that time we handed the map to Harry, we didn't tell him that this map could show places outside of Hogwarts? You really are an idiot, George."

"Okay, Fred, but hey, if I weren't angelic enough to clean the attic and stumble upon that Muggle computer, you wouldn't be here bossing me about like dear perfect Percy," George said sarcastically. "So, you want to get that map and find out where the Time Machine is located?"

"Smart."

***

Dearest Harry,

We are most absolutely sorry to disturb your not-so-wonderful holidays, but we would really like to borrow that Marauder's Map of yours for some days. Please send it to us using Hedwig (Errol will most probably just drop it into the sea or something. Thanks, amigo!

Cheers,

Gred & Forge.

***

"Okay. So the Time Machine is near us. That's quite a bit of luck!" exclaimed Fred.

"Yeah, can you believe it? It's just behind our house, in that deserted spooky old house."

"It's a good thing the Muggles can't see our house! They would be so shocked! Imagine, them wanting some peace and we interfering!"

"I really think Muggles are stupid anyway."

"No, they aren't!" Fred sided with the Muggles.

"You know something, Fred? If you continue siding with the Muggles and speaking for them like Hermione does for those House-elves, you might even come up with something called SPIM!"

"SPIM?"

"Society for the Promotion of Intelligent Muggles! Really, Fred, don't be a copycat. A SPEW is already enough, let alone a SPIM!" He broke off into peals of laughter.

"Oh shut up, George," Fred said hotly. "You know that I won't do anything like this. I'm merely stating the facts of life. Look at how those Muggles manage without magic! Sometimes it's really fabulous!"