By the time Harry and Sirius got downstairs, Ron had Hermione pinned on the sofa and was tickling her, demanding she ask for Mercy. When she finally got enough breath to do so, she gasped the word out and threw a pillow at Ron when he let go. Harry laughed, feeling that this vacation is going to be better than any other combined.
"So what are we going to do tonight, Sirius?" Harry asked the next evening, when they've all unpacked their stuff and had a good rest.
"The same thing we do every night, Harry." Hermione said solemnly, though the ghost of a grin shone through. None of the wizards got the joke. Harry smirked at once.
"What? Have a pillow fight?" Hermione beamed. Last night, after Ron and her had calmed down enough to eat dinner, another argument had broken out over dinner table, concerning Quidditch. Hermione insisted that the Heidelberg Quidditch team was a lot better, and obviously, Ron disagreed. The verbal fight had continued through dessert, and after dinner, where it ended in a, yes, that's right, pillow fight. Ron winked at his friend.
"No..." Sirius said, drawling lazily. None of them noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's time for your surprise." He got up from the sofa and stretched. The lot of them were sitting in the living room, minus Fred and George, who were upstairs, experimenting with something. Harry had been slightly worried at the damage this wonderful house would most probably take when the twins were together, but Sirius shook it away. At that moment, George bounded down the stairs, closely pursued by Fred whose hair, which had been dyed neon pink and green, stood on end.
"You're gonna get it George!!!" He hollered. George laughed and ducked behind Sirius, though not before launching a handful of sprinkles at the curious group. In a minute, all of their hair changed. Hermione squealed when her hair slowly started to float up and started to turn black. The hair, though not the person, looked strangely reminiscent of Vegeta, a character in a comic book she'd glanced through when she was younger. Apparently, this powder turned your hair into whatever hair you despise the most.
Harry spent less time shrieking, and more time chasing. After glancing in the mirror, and noticing with a glare on his face that his hair had been turned golden and stood out in little tufts all over his head, he jumped over the sofa and joined Fred in his hunt for his brother. Sirius just chuckled as he touched his blue and white hair, which had been magically prolonged so they fell past his shoulders, though Ginny reacted less amiably when HER hair was pulled into a mountain, a rather sharp one at that, on the top of her head.
With Harry and Fred pursuing, George didn't a ghost of a chance. He was soon backed into a corner, laughing hard despite the bag Harry received from Fred, and another one in his twin's hand. Harry nodded to Fred, and, grinning widely, sprinkled the contents on George the same time Fred did. They, apparently, were different powders, for not only did George's hair turn into a cyan Afro, but his clothes changed most ridiculously, too. He had been wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but these had been replaced by a hula skirt, like the ones they wore in Jamaica, with matching hoops and hair band.
The room erupted in laughter as George positioned himself before the mirror. Fred grinned and slapped Harry's hand. In between bouts of laughter, Sirius managed to motion for them to follow him. He walked towards the basement, slowly because he kept clutching his ribs. "But how can you do magic if you're underage and it's the summer?" Hermione asked anxiously, the first to recover from the joke and the first to think of the more, eh, responsible things. George just winked, to her great annoyance. Ron smirked at Harry, knowing Hermione couldn't stand to have someone know more than she did.
"Here we are!" Sirius announced. The basement was furnished, and there were some rather curious magical instruments that Harry had once seen in Professor Moody's office.
"You're an auror?" He asked, astonished. The others, who didn't recognize the instruments, looked at Harry, then Sirius, in amazement.
"Ex-auror" Sirius corrected gently. He looked around the room. "Ah yes, I used to be. Fought alongside your father until he started working in the Secret Service. The main reason Voldemort wanted to kill your dad was because James rooted out many Secret Lairs and revealed some of his best men. I do not know why he wanted to kill..." Sirius trailed off, trusting that to be enough. (This is not going to develop a plot. I refuse to add one!!! I need fluff without plot!!!)
"My dad was an auror?" Harry asked, even more astonished. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sirius couldn't help laughing at his godchild's expression. He led them to a table, at the far end of the room, on which lay several wooden sticks, looking for all they knew like wands, though there wasn't the familiar tingle in the air if several wands occupied the area.
"These," Sirius declared, "are some of MY inventions." He looked rather proud of them. He picked them all up, and handed one to each of the young wizards except for Fred and George. Their names were engraved on them in gold. Harry whistled. After four years in the wizarding realm, he had a very, let's just say, mischievous feeling about these wooden sticks. After examining it thoroughly, and securing that they weren't wands, he looked up at Sirius.
"They are wands." Sirius told him, shattering his observations. "Special wands." He added, at Hermione's incredulous look. "They can be used during the summer, well, actually anytime. But the best thing is, they have been coated with an Invisibility Charm, one of my private discoveries that make them invisible to the magic detectors that the ministry uses to keep a tab on underage wizards." Harry blushed a bit.
"So that means, as long as you use these wands, you can do magic all you like without the ministry knowing." The last was said to a lot of cheering and whooping, and Sirius had to shout over the noise. Hermione looked a bit suspicious. There had to be a catch. There always is. "Although any of them can be deactivated with my real wand! And you can't do any of the unforgivable curses with them!" Sirius smirked, confirming Hermione's theory.
Harry scoffed. Who's going to go ahead and do one of those curses? He tried it out, waving it in the air and saying 'Wingardium Leviosa!" loudly and clearly. He pointed it at a Sneakoscope, which floated up in the air. After five minutes, when nothing happened, when no owl swooped in the door, and down the stairs to drop a letter telling them Harry was expelled from Hogwarts for using magic during the holidays a second time, cheering broke out once more. Sirius was soon surrounded by the curious teenagers who had, in all fairness to them, a lot of questions.
They woke up at ten o'clock the next morning, having slept off the effects of the magical tricks they had cursed each other with. Sirius was already downstairs, humming a song and waving his wand about, cooking. Dobby was doing the dishes from the night before. Harry burst out laughing at the sight.
"You know what, Sirius?" he asked playfully, thumping his godfather on the shoulder. "You need a girlfriend. Stat." Sirius ignored him except for a quick pat on the back, which was harder than it should've been. A smile spread across his face when he saw Harry stagger forward, almost crashing into the sink.
"You know what, Harry?" Sirius said, showing his teeth in a grin. "I can deactivate your wand."
Harry got the point, and walked back upstairs to change. Even at the top of the landing, he could hear bouts of laughter from the kitchen, in between phrases of "I've never seen him move so fau see his expression?" Ron was getting out of his room, rubbing his puffy eyes.
"Miss anything?" He asked groggily. Harry shook his head.
PP: Hey, that wasn't so bad.
YPP: mimics Hey, that wasn't so bad.
PP: Stop it!!!
YPP: mimics Stop it!!!
PP: Are you copying me?
YPP: mimics Are you copying me?
PP: Yami Phire Phoenix loves Duke Devlin, and hates Yami, and is about to have an affair with Yami Bakura even though she's going out with Otogi. smirk
YPP: mimics Yami Phire Phoenix loves...WAIT A MINUTE!!!
PP: Haha, sucker.
"So what are we going to do tonight, Sirius?" Harry asked the next evening, when they've all unpacked their stuff and had a good rest.
"The same thing we do every night, Harry." Hermione said solemnly, though the ghost of a grin shone through. None of the wizards got the joke. Harry smirked at once.
"What? Have a pillow fight?" Hermione beamed. Last night, after Ron and her had calmed down enough to eat dinner, another argument had broken out over dinner table, concerning Quidditch. Hermione insisted that the Heidelberg Quidditch team was a lot better, and obviously, Ron disagreed. The verbal fight had continued through dessert, and after dinner, where it ended in a, yes, that's right, pillow fight. Ron winked at his friend.
"No..." Sirius said, drawling lazily. None of them noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's time for your surprise." He got up from the sofa and stretched. The lot of them were sitting in the living room, minus Fred and George, who were upstairs, experimenting with something. Harry had been slightly worried at the damage this wonderful house would most probably take when the twins were together, but Sirius shook it away. At that moment, George bounded down the stairs, closely pursued by Fred whose hair, which had been dyed neon pink and green, stood on end.
"You're gonna get it George!!!" He hollered. George laughed and ducked behind Sirius, though not before launching a handful of sprinkles at the curious group. In a minute, all of their hair changed. Hermione squealed when her hair slowly started to float up and started to turn black. The hair, though not the person, looked strangely reminiscent of Vegeta, a character in a comic book she'd glanced through when she was younger. Apparently, this powder turned your hair into whatever hair you despise the most.
Harry spent less time shrieking, and more time chasing. After glancing in the mirror, and noticing with a glare on his face that his hair had been turned golden and stood out in little tufts all over his head, he jumped over the sofa and joined Fred in his hunt for his brother. Sirius just chuckled as he touched his blue and white hair, which had been magically prolonged so they fell past his shoulders, though Ginny reacted less amiably when HER hair was pulled into a mountain, a rather sharp one at that, on the top of her head.
With Harry and Fred pursuing, George didn't a ghost of a chance. He was soon backed into a corner, laughing hard despite the bag Harry received from Fred, and another one in his twin's hand. Harry nodded to Fred, and, grinning widely, sprinkled the contents on George the same time Fred did. They, apparently, were different powders, for not only did George's hair turn into a cyan Afro, but his clothes changed most ridiculously, too. He had been wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but these had been replaced by a hula skirt, like the ones they wore in Jamaica, with matching hoops and hair band.
The room erupted in laughter as George positioned himself before the mirror. Fred grinned and slapped Harry's hand. In between bouts of laughter, Sirius managed to motion for them to follow him. He walked towards the basement, slowly because he kept clutching his ribs. "But how can you do magic if you're underage and it's the summer?" Hermione asked anxiously, the first to recover from the joke and the first to think of the more, eh, responsible things. George just winked, to her great annoyance. Ron smirked at Harry, knowing Hermione couldn't stand to have someone know more than she did.
"Here we are!" Sirius announced. The basement was furnished, and there were some rather curious magical instruments that Harry had once seen in Professor Moody's office.
"You're an auror?" He asked, astonished. The others, who didn't recognize the instruments, looked at Harry, then Sirius, in amazement.
"Ex-auror" Sirius corrected gently. He looked around the room. "Ah yes, I used to be. Fought alongside your father until he started working in the Secret Service. The main reason Voldemort wanted to kill your dad was because James rooted out many Secret Lairs and revealed some of his best men. I do not know why he wanted to kill..." Sirius trailed off, trusting that to be enough. (This is not going to develop a plot. I refuse to add one!!! I need fluff without plot!!!)
"My dad was an auror?" Harry asked, even more astonished. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sirius couldn't help laughing at his godchild's expression. He led them to a table, at the far end of the room, on which lay several wooden sticks, looking for all they knew like wands, though there wasn't the familiar tingle in the air if several wands occupied the area.
"These," Sirius declared, "are some of MY inventions." He looked rather proud of them. He picked them all up, and handed one to each of the young wizards except for Fred and George. Their names were engraved on them in gold. Harry whistled. After four years in the wizarding realm, he had a very, let's just say, mischievous feeling about these wooden sticks. After examining it thoroughly, and securing that they weren't wands, he looked up at Sirius.
"They are wands." Sirius told him, shattering his observations. "Special wands." He added, at Hermione's incredulous look. "They can be used during the summer, well, actually anytime. But the best thing is, they have been coated with an Invisibility Charm, one of my private discoveries that make them invisible to the magic detectors that the ministry uses to keep a tab on underage wizards." Harry blushed a bit.
"So that means, as long as you use these wands, you can do magic all you like without the ministry knowing." The last was said to a lot of cheering and whooping, and Sirius had to shout over the noise. Hermione looked a bit suspicious. There had to be a catch. There always is. "Although any of them can be deactivated with my real wand! And you can't do any of the unforgivable curses with them!" Sirius smirked, confirming Hermione's theory.
Harry scoffed. Who's going to go ahead and do one of those curses? He tried it out, waving it in the air and saying 'Wingardium Leviosa!" loudly and clearly. He pointed it at a Sneakoscope, which floated up in the air. After five minutes, when nothing happened, when no owl swooped in the door, and down the stairs to drop a letter telling them Harry was expelled from Hogwarts for using magic during the holidays a second time, cheering broke out once more. Sirius was soon surrounded by the curious teenagers who had, in all fairness to them, a lot of questions.
They woke up at ten o'clock the next morning, having slept off the effects of the magical tricks they had cursed each other with. Sirius was already downstairs, humming a song and waving his wand about, cooking. Dobby was doing the dishes from the night before. Harry burst out laughing at the sight.
"You know what, Sirius?" he asked playfully, thumping his godfather on the shoulder. "You need a girlfriend. Stat." Sirius ignored him except for a quick pat on the back, which was harder than it should've been. A smile spread across his face when he saw Harry stagger forward, almost crashing into the sink.
"You know what, Harry?" Sirius said, showing his teeth in a grin. "I can deactivate your wand."
Harry got the point, and walked back upstairs to change. Even at the top of the landing, he could hear bouts of laughter from the kitchen, in between phrases of "I've never seen him move so fau see his expression?" Ron was getting out of his room, rubbing his puffy eyes.
"Miss anything?" He asked groggily. Harry shook his head.
PP: Hey, that wasn't so bad.
YPP: mimics Hey, that wasn't so bad.
PP: Stop it!!!
YPP: mimics Stop it!!!
PP: Are you copying me?
YPP: mimics Are you copying me?
PP: Yami Phire Phoenix loves Duke Devlin, and hates Yami, and is about to have an affair with Yami Bakura even though she's going out with Otogi. smirk
YPP: mimics Yami Phire Phoenix loves...WAIT A MINUTE!!!
PP: Haha, sucker.