The Twin Weasley's and the Marauders
Chapter 2: Ton-Tongue Toffee
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"Ok, let me get this straight. You guys found an hour glass, and when you tossed it into the air, you landed HERE?" asked Moony.
"Yup, righto. Dunno how. Well, take us to Dumbledore's office. I haven't seen you guys before." George said.
"Oh. I haven't seen you before either. I thought everyone knew us by now, and the dangers of us. I don't know you, but I do know a Weasley." Answered Prongs.
"You do? You must mean Ron. If you know Ron, why don't you know us?" asked Fred.
" I don't know any Ron. I only know Arthur Weasley. He's obsessed with muggle stuff. He's got flaming red hair, just like you lots. Are you siblings?" Padfoot asked curiously.
Fred choked and George gave an astounded look. "Oh my. I think I know the problem." Whispered Fred.
"Hmm, what's the problem?" asked Wormtail.
"Tell me, dear Padfoot, what's the date?" asked Fred cautiously.
"September 25th. Why?" he asked curiously.
"No no, the year!" snapped Fred.
"Er, 1974. Why again?" asked Padfoot wondrously.
Fred smacked his head and George groaned loudly. "I should've known! That must have been Hermione's time turner. Remember we heard Ron and Herm talking about it?"
"What?" chorused the Marauders.
"Er, were in the wrong year." Stammered George.
Fred began to look excited. "Do we get to see dad? If we find any fault to him, we could tease him forever!" Fred cried.
"Oh my." Said Moony softly.
The Marauders dragged the Weasley twins to Dumbledore's office.
On the way, Fred thought of a wonderful plan to outwit the Marauders.
"Hey, guys, want some toffees? They're very good. Here, you guys can each have one." Fred said with a mischievous smile.
They gladly accepted them, since it had been a month since they visited Hogsmeade; their sweets supply had disappeared.
Padfoot was the first one to pop the toffee into his mouth. Suddenly, he gave a muffled cry as his tongue began to grow longer every second.
"PADFOOT! What in the world happened?" shrieked Prongs in terror.
"DON'T EAT THE TOFFEE!" bellowed Remus, but it was too late. Wormtail had already stuffed in the toffee eagerly into his mouth.
His tongue was growing longer every second like Padfoot.
Prongs approached them with a death glare. "Okay, what did you make us eat?" he said in a dangerous voice.
Fred and George made their most innocent smiles.
"Oh, we only gave them a bit of Ton-Tongue Toffee-"
"And we never made them eat it. We just suggested it." Finished George with a satisfied grin.
Moony waved his wand and muttered something. Their tongues began to shrink to normal size.
"Ok, what was that?" snarled Padfoot.
Wormtail was trembling in fear.
"Spit it out!" roared Padfoot once again.
"Here, you can have some as a souvenir. It comes in quite usefully!" said Fred with a lopsided grin.
Padfoot's expression changed immediately as he plunged into the bag of toffee. He took a handful and stuffed it into his pocket. Prongs did the same.
Remus just stared at them disbelievingly.
Wormtail squirmed and sank back to the ground.
"So, how much will you take, dear Moony and Wormtail? We have a whole barrel of them, so you don't have to refuse and be polite." George gave them another innocent smile.
"Uh, no thanks." muttered Moony, and backed away.
Wormtail squeaked and collapsed onto the wall.
"Aaah, don't be such a goody two-shoes! We can always use some prank items. Fred, George, where in the world did you get these marvelous sweets? I never saw these before. I would have bought a barrel of these stuff if I saw them." Padfoot said, looking overjoyed.
"Oh, of course you don't see them in shops! YET." Added Fred mysteriously.
"What, what? Do you know the creators?" asked Prongs impatiently.
"We know everything about the creators. We know their appearances, their personalities, looks, weakness, EVERYTHING." Said George.
"Who? I demand you tell me the creators! I am going to pay heavy bucks to that guy for thanks." Padfoot said with a grin.
"REALLY?" chorused the twins. "How much?"
"Er, about 10 galleons, I guess. These things rule!" Padfoot cried, touching the toffee's delicately.
The twins put out there hands in front of Padfoot's face. "We-ell, there's two of us, so that makes twenty galleons you get to give us. Ten galleons each. We'll become rich, Freddy boy!" George exclaimed, grinning ear to ear.
Padfoot paled and backed away. "W-What do you mean? Y-You aren't the c- creators, a-are you?" he asked weakly.
Fred grinned and nodded. "Yup, let me introduce you our personal company, the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! We provide you quality prank items! Only the finest shop of all times!" he exclaimed.
"Now, where's the money?" asked George.
"Wow. But I'll er, take away what I just said that involved money." Padfoot said weakly.
"Hey, no take backs!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of foot steps and the voice of Mrs. Norris's purr and Filches growling.
They all turned pale and Moony yelled, "RUN!"
---------Ten minutes later-----------
They were gasping for their breathes. Padfoot was leaning against a wall, panting.
"Damn Filch. Why'd he have to come around when we were getting to the good part?" moaned Fred.
Suddenly, there was a soft, "What are you doing here?"
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Oh my, what is going to happen next? The mystery continues. MUAHAHAHA! And review!
Chapter 2: Ton-Tongue Toffee
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"Ok, let me get this straight. You guys found an hour glass, and when you tossed it into the air, you landed HERE?" asked Moony.
"Yup, righto. Dunno how. Well, take us to Dumbledore's office. I haven't seen you guys before." George said.
"Oh. I haven't seen you before either. I thought everyone knew us by now, and the dangers of us. I don't know you, but I do know a Weasley." Answered Prongs.
"You do? You must mean Ron. If you know Ron, why don't you know us?" asked Fred.
" I don't know any Ron. I only know Arthur Weasley. He's obsessed with muggle stuff. He's got flaming red hair, just like you lots. Are you siblings?" Padfoot asked curiously.
Fred choked and George gave an astounded look. "Oh my. I think I know the problem." Whispered Fred.
"Hmm, what's the problem?" asked Wormtail.
"Tell me, dear Padfoot, what's the date?" asked Fred cautiously.
"September 25th. Why?" he asked curiously.
"No no, the year!" snapped Fred.
"Er, 1974. Why again?" asked Padfoot wondrously.
Fred smacked his head and George groaned loudly. "I should've known! That must have been Hermione's time turner. Remember we heard Ron and Herm talking about it?"
"What?" chorused the Marauders.
"Er, were in the wrong year." Stammered George.
Fred began to look excited. "Do we get to see dad? If we find any fault to him, we could tease him forever!" Fred cried.
"Oh my." Said Moony softly.
The Marauders dragged the Weasley twins to Dumbledore's office.
On the way, Fred thought of a wonderful plan to outwit the Marauders.
"Hey, guys, want some toffees? They're very good. Here, you guys can each have one." Fred said with a mischievous smile.
They gladly accepted them, since it had been a month since they visited Hogsmeade; their sweets supply had disappeared.
Padfoot was the first one to pop the toffee into his mouth. Suddenly, he gave a muffled cry as his tongue began to grow longer every second.
"PADFOOT! What in the world happened?" shrieked Prongs in terror.
"DON'T EAT THE TOFFEE!" bellowed Remus, but it was too late. Wormtail had already stuffed in the toffee eagerly into his mouth.
His tongue was growing longer every second like Padfoot.
Prongs approached them with a death glare. "Okay, what did you make us eat?" he said in a dangerous voice.
Fred and George made their most innocent smiles.
"Oh, we only gave them a bit of Ton-Tongue Toffee-"
"And we never made them eat it. We just suggested it." Finished George with a satisfied grin.
Moony waved his wand and muttered something. Their tongues began to shrink to normal size.
"Ok, what was that?" snarled Padfoot.
Wormtail was trembling in fear.
"Spit it out!" roared Padfoot once again.
"Here, you can have some as a souvenir. It comes in quite usefully!" said Fred with a lopsided grin.
Padfoot's expression changed immediately as he plunged into the bag of toffee. He took a handful and stuffed it into his pocket. Prongs did the same.
Remus just stared at them disbelievingly.
Wormtail squirmed and sank back to the ground.
"So, how much will you take, dear Moony and Wormtail? We have a whole barrel of them, so you don't have to refuse and be polite." George gave them another innocent smile.
"Uh, no thanks." muttered Moony, and backed away.
Wormtail squeaked and collapsed onto the wall.
"Aaah, don't be such a goody two-shoes! We can always use some prank items. Fred, George, where in the world did you get these marvelous sweets? I never saw these before. I would have bought a barrel of these stuff if I saw them." Padfoot said, looking overjoyed.
"Oh, of course you don't see them in shops! YET." Added Fred mysteriously.
"What, what? Do you know the creators?" asked Prongs impatiently.
"We know everything about the creators. We know their appearances, their personalities, looks, weakness, EVERYTHING." Said George.
"Who? I demand you tell me the creators! I am going to pay heavy bucks to that guy for thanks." Padfoot said with a grin.
"REALLY?" chorused the twins. "How much?"
"Er, about 10 galleons, I guess. These things rule!" Padfoot cried, touching the toffee's delicately.
The twins put out there hands in front of Padfoot's face. "We-ell, there's two of us, so that makes twenty galleons you get to give us. Ten galleons each. We'll become rich, Freddy boy!" George exclaimed, grinning ear to ear.
Padfoot paled and backed away. "W-What do you mean? Y-You aren't the c- creators, a-are you?" he asked weakly.
Fred grinned and nodded. "Yup, let me introduce you our personal company, the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! We provide you quality prank items! Only the finest shop of all times!" he exclaimed.
"Now, where's the money?" asked George.
"Wow. But I'll er, take away what I just said that involved money." Padfoot said weakly.
"Hey, no take backs!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of foot steps and the voice of Mrs. Norris's purr and Filches growling.
They all turned pale and Moony yelled, "RUN!"
---------Ten minutes later-----------
They were gasping for their breathes. Padfoot was leaning against a wall, panting.
"Damn Filch. Why'd he have to come around when we were getting to the good part?" moaned Fred.
Suddenly, there was a soft, "What are you doing here?"
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Oh my, what is going to happen next? The mystery continues. MUAHAHAHA! And review!