Harry Potter and the Haunting Past
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, not i. Only this story is owned
by me.
Sorry about chapter two, it didn't quite make as much sense. lol. It took
me awhile to write this chapter 'cause i got writers bloack =P Well, enjoy!
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"Um ..." Harry said, not sure what to say. The room of Fred and George
Weasley's room was colourful, really colourful, and there were bits and
pieces of everything everywhere.
"Hey, Harry!" George yelled, coming up to greet him.
"Hi," Harry said. "What just happened?"
"Oh yeah, i forgot to tell you, our latest invention! It seems it works,
right George? Right."
Fred went over to get something from the smoking table, it seemed to be
coughing and gagging.
"It's called a Urinator3000, can you guess what it does?" George asked,
almost laughing.
Fred came back with what looked like a small bottle of innocent looking
Coke.
"It looks like an ordinary drink, Harry," started Fred, "But it's really a
bottle of Urinator3000! Let your enemy drink it and they'll be needing to
go to the toilet every 10 seconds! Wonderful thing really, haven't tested
it though ..."
Harry smiled, they were still the same weasley twins he'd known from last
year.
George took Harry to their bunk beds, Harry sat on the bottom one.
"We've made another one, just like the Urinator3000 'cept it's called the
FaecesBomber900. Do you know what it means? No? Well, come 'ere and look at
this."
Harry, who was totally confused (if you do not know what Faeces mean, it's
a posh scientific word for poo, change it to PooBomber900 if u r confused
=P)
followed George over to the window, walking past Fred who was busy in the
middle of something.
"Here you go Harry, a small bottle of FaecesBomber900."
George was holding a drink bottle containing some thick, lumpy, brown
liquid. It was like shampoo, only not.
Only then Harry realised what 'Feaces' meant. Hooray.
George smiled cheekily as he wiggled the bottle of brown liquid in front of
Harry, it swished and swoshed making Harry a bit sick.
"That's disgusting!" Harry said, nearly shouting.
The Weasley twins started to laugh, Fred walked over.
"But Harry, little Harry, it's the work of a genius! Give it to - Draco
Malfoy for example, for two WHOLE weeks he'll be pooping every 10 minutes a
day!"
He handed the bottle of 'FaecesBomber900' over to Harry, who took it and
examined it carefully.
Harry saw that it was like a thick, chocolate milkshake. Although it
wouldn't really taste like chocolate ...
"No cure." said George, looking proud of he and his brothers invention.
"None that we've made yet." he added.
"Um, thanks." said Harry, taking the bottle. "I guess it might come in
handy ..."
He said, faking a smile. "Not ..." he thought in his mind.
*
"Did they ask if they could test anything on you?" Ron asked, they were in
his room, with Hermione (who arrived not long before).
"Nope. Although i have to say, i'm very impressed. Did you know that
they've given me samples of almost all of their stuff?" Harry said, "Yeah.
Have you seen the prices? I mean, 10 Galleons for a 6-pack of Bad Breath
Spray! Each is a different smell, including Skunks Spray, Barf Breath,
Fanny Farts, Poo-"
"Ron!! Okay, enough with that. If you want to advertise your brothers
merchandise, go somewhere else!!" Hermione shouted, she looked red and
puffy.
"Whoah, Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned, as a good friend
should be.
"Oh it's nothing. I've been totally stressed out with all the homework. I
mean, doing 25 different homework in the holidays is a totaly drag."
Hermione collapsed onto Ron's bed, she groaned.
"Er, 25??? What were you thinking?!"
Ron looked looked amazed, "Hermione, you should slow down. There's still
two more weeks until school." Harry said,
"Kay." Hermione replied, not even listening.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, not i. Only this story is owned
by me.
Sorry about chapter two, it didn't quite make as much sense. lol. It took
me awhile to write this chapter 'cause i got writers bloack =P Well, enjoy!
------------------------------------
"Um ..." Harry said, not sure what to say. The room of Fred and George
Weasley's room was colourful, really colourful, and there were bits and
pieces of everything everywhere.
"Hey, Harry!" George yelled, coming up to greet him.
"Hi," Harry said. "What just happened?"
"Oh yeah, i forgot to tell you, our latest invention! It seems it works,
right George? Right."
Fred went over to get something from the smoking table, it seemed to be
coughing and gagging.
"It's called a Urinator3000, can you guess what it does?" George asked,
almost laughing.
Fred came back with what looked like a small bottle of innocent looking
Coke.
"It looks like an ordinary drink, Harry," started Fred, "But it's really a
bottle of Urinator3000! Let your enemy drink it and they'll be needing to
go to the toilet every 10 seconds! Wonderful thing really, haven't tested
it though ..."
Harry smiled, they were still the same weasley twins he'd known from last
year.
George took Harry to their bunk beds, Harry sat on the bottom one.
"We've made another one, just like the Urinator3000 'cept it's called the
FaecesBomber900. Do you know what it means? No? Well, come 'ere and look at
this."
Harry, who was totally confused (if you do not know what Faeces mean, it's
a posh scientific word for poo, change it to PooBomber900 if u r confused
=P)
followed George over to the window, walking past Fred who was busy in the
middle of something.
"Here you go Harry, a small bottle of FaecesBomber900."
George was holding a drink bottle containing some thick, lumpy, brown
liquid. It was like shampoo, only not.
Only then Harry realised what 'Feaces' meant. Hooray.
George smiled cheekily as he wiggled the bottle of brown liquid in front of
Harry, it swished and swoshed making Harry a bit sick.
"That's disgusting!" Harry said, nearly shouting.
The Weasley twins started to laugh, Fred walked over.
"But Harry, little Harry, it's the work of a genius! Give it to - Draco
Malfoy for example, for two WHOLE weeks he'll be pooping every 10 minutes a
day!"
He handed the bottle of 'FaecesBomber900' over to Harry, who took it and
examined it carefully.
Harry saw that it was like a thick, chocolate milkshake. Although it
wouldn't really taste like chocolate ...
"No cure." said George, looking proud of he and his brothers invention.
"None that we've made yet." he added.
"Um, thanks." said Harry, taking the bottle. "I guess it might come in
handy ..."
He said, faking a smile. "Not ..." he thought in his mind.
*
"Did they ask if they could test anything on you?" Ron asked, they were in
his room, with Hermione (who arrived not long before).
"Nope. Although i have to say, i'm very impressed. Did you know that
they've given me samples of almost all of their stuff?" Harry said, "Yeah.
Have you seen the prices? I mean, 10 Galleons for a 6-pack of Bad Breath
Spray! Each is a different smell, including Skunks Spray, Barf Breath,
Fanny Farts, Poo-"
"Ron!! Okay, enough with that. If you want to advertise your brothers
merchandise, go somewhere else!!" Hermione shouted, she looked red and
puffy.
"Whoah, Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned, as a good friend
should be.
"Oh it's nothing. I've been totally stressed out with all the homework. I
mean, doing 25 different homework in the holidays is a totaly drag."
Hermione collapsed onto Ron's bed, she groaned.
"Er, 25??? What were you thinking?!"
Ron looked looked amazed, "Hermione, you should slow down. There's still
two more weeks until school." Harry said,
"Kay." Hermione replied, not even listening.