Note from the author: Whoo-Hoo! Another story posted! This tale takes place
during Harry's stay with the Weasley's during the Fourth Book. Please don't
get upset that, even though this story takes place during the summer of
GoF, it really doesn't have any direct relation (meaning Quidditch World
Cup, etc.) to the events happening during that time. (Aside from the
mention of Weasley Wizard Wheezes.) I couldn't really think of a good time
to place this story, so I just picked one. And if anyone has any legitimate
help for my meager and humble 'writing like I'm British' skills, (meaning
terminology) feel free to let me know. I have used some American/Brit
dictionaries before, but some things don't 'click' as well as I'd like them
to. Just read and decide on your own. (Although, I do know that the recipe
is written with American measurements... On that part I have been
negligent... I will probably have to fix that soon.) smiles –Mad Mary
Flint P-)
Information you've probably seen before: the plot was my idea, but I do not own any of the characters, places or things. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, and Warner Bothers.
Chapter One: An Impish Idea
"So, what do you want to do?" asked fourteen-year-old Harry Potter, as he sat at the table in the Weasley's kitchen. He was lazily flipping though the magazine, 'The Crafty Witch', that someone had left on the table.
"I don't know... What do you want to do?" replied his best friend, Ron Weasley, who was sitting across from him, his head in his hands.
Harry sighed, and straitened his glasses. "I don't know."
"It's a good thing that Hermione went with Mum and Ginny to Diagon Alley... She'd probably have us finish our summer homework," Ron rolled his eyes. "What do you think the train ride's for?"
Harry laughed. "Fred and George are still here, aren't they?"
"Yeah, but we're practically home alone," Ron said, as he looked over his shoulder, then continued in a dramatic whisper. "They're working on more of their 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes' while Mum's out."
"Hmmmm..." said Harry absentmindedly, watching a picture of a motherly witch show off her perfect plate of cookies. Turning the page, a recipe caught his eye. "Here's something interesting..." he said pointing to an article. "Fancy something to eat, Ron?"
"Depends on what it is..." asked Ron leaning over to look at the article.
"Homemade Pepper Imps," read Harry.
"Homemade?" repeated Ron, a smile beginning to spread across his freckled face. "What ingredients does it call for?" he pulled the magazine towards him.
"Pepper of course, sugar... Conjuring Flour..." read Harry. "Firewhiskey... Where are we going to get Firewhiskey?"
"Ummm... I think Mum and Dad keep some, somewhere...," said Ron, glancing around the kitchen.
"Are we allowed to use Firewhiskey?" asked Harry. "I mean, it is an alcoholic drink..."
"Relax Harry," said Ron, ginning. "All the alcohol stuff goes away when you cook it, leaving the flavor. What do you think they do about all those puddings at Christmas time?"
"Oh," said Harry simply.
"What else does it need?" asked Ron.
"It says here, um... Saltpeter... What's that?" read Harry.
"I dunno, but I think we've got some... I remember Mum using it two weeks ago, when she made some pepper-up potion for Dad."
"Alright, well, what about these Exploding Jamaican peppers?"
Ron shrugged. "We could always substitute... Anything else?"
"Just Chili Powder."
"I know we have that one... Fred and George put some on Dad's toast the other day," said Ron.
"Is that why your Dad was shouting that morning?" asked Harry. "It woke me up."
"Yeah," chucked Ron.
Harry smiled and sighed. "Anyway, you have sugar, salamander ash, and this, uh, Conjuring Flour?"
"No worries!" called Ron as he got up from the table and began to pull out bowls and spoons of all sizes from the kitchen cupboards.
"Wait, there's something at the bottom," said Harry, reading further. "Caution: If mixture explodes, contact the Ministry Office of Magical Combustion immediately."
"Dad's told me about that office," said Ron, climbing onto the kitchen counter, and poking his head into a cabinet. He pulled out a small burlap sack that read 'Conjuring Flour' on the front. "Said it was made up of loads of people with their eyebrows all singed off."
After they had gathered all the ingredients that the recipe called for, they placed them on the table, along with the pots, bowls, measuring equipment, and spoons.
"Read through the list one more time, Harry," said Ron. "Let's make sure we've gotten everything.
"Uh, Firewhiskey?" read Harry.
"Check!" said Ron, indicating a bottle filled with a deep orange liquid
"Pepper, Salamander ash, and sugar?"
"Right here, here, and here!" said Ron, tapping all three ingredients with a wooden spoon.
"And the Conjuring Flour is there," said Harry glancing up. "And we have chili powder... What about exploding Jamaican peppers?"
"You know what? I actually found some on the back shelf!" said Ron, holding up a small bowl, containing three glowing red, banana shaped peppers. "Although I don't have a clue as to what they were doing there."
"Right, and finally, saltpeter, and a lighted candle," finished Harry.
"All here! Let's get started!" said Ron, excitedly, as he slammed a pot onto the stove.
"Just make sure to keep the candle away from the saltpeter..."
Information you've probably seen before: the plot was my idea, but I do not own any of the characters, places or things. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, and Warner Bothers.
Chapter One: An Impish Idea
"So, what do you want to do?" asked fourteen-year-old Harry Potter, as he sat at the table in the Weasley's kitchen. He was lazily flipping though the magazine, 'The Crafty Witch', that someone had left on the table.
"I don't know... What do you want to do?" replied his best friend, Ron Weasley, who was sitting across from him, his head in his hands.
Harry sighed, and straitened his glasses. "I don't know."
"It's a good thing that Hermione went with Mum and Ginny to Diagon Alley... She'd probably have us finish our summer homework," Ron rolled his eyes. "What do you think the train ride's for?"
Harry laughed. "Fred and George are still here, aren't they?"
"Yeah, but we're practically home alone," Ron said, as he looked over his shoulder, then continued in a dramatic whisper. "They're working on more of their 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes' while Mum's out."
"Hmmmm..." said Harry absentmindedly, watching a picture of a motherly witch show off her perfect plate of cookies. Turning the page, a recipe caught his eye. "Here's something interesting..." he said pointing to an article. "Fancy something to eat, Ron?"
"Depends on what it is..." asked Ron leaning over to look at the article.
"Homemade Pepper Imps," read Harry.
"Homemade?" repeated Ron, a smile beginning to spread across his freckled face. "What ingredients does it call for?" he pulled the magazine towards him.
"Pepper of course, sugar... Conjuring Flour..." read Harry. "Firewhiskey... Where are we going to get Firewhiskey?"
"Ummm... I think Mum and Dad keep some, somewhere...," said Ron, glancing around the kitchen.
"Are we allowed to use Firewhiskey?" asked Harry. "I mean, it is an alcoholic drink..."
"Relax Harry," said Ron, ginning. "All the alcohol stuff goes away when you cook it, leaving the flavor. What do you think they do about all those puddings at Christmas time?"
"Oh," said Harry simply.
"What else does it need?" asked Ron.
"It says here, um... Saltpeter... What's that?" read Harry.
"I dunno, but I think we've got some... I remember Mum using it two weeks ago, when she made some pepper-up potion for Dad."
"Alright, well, what about these Exploding Jamaican peppers?"
Ron shrugged. "We could always substitute... Anything else?"
"Just Chili Powder."
"I know we have that one... Fred and George put some on Dad's toast the other day," said Ron.
"Is that why your Dad was shouting that morning?" asked Harry. "It woke me up."
"Yeah," chucked Ron.
Harry smiled and sighed. "Anyway, you have sugar, salamander ash, and this, uh, Conjuring Flour?"
"No worries!" called Ron as he got up from the table and began to pull out bowls and spoons of all sizes from the kitchen cupboards.
"Wait, there's something at the bottom," said Harry, reading further. "Caution: If mixture explodes, contact the Ministry Office of Magical Combustion immediately."
"Dad's told me about that office," said Ron, climbing onto the kitchen counter, and poking his head into a cabinet. He pulled out a small burlap sack that read 'Conjuring Flour' on the front. "Said it was made up of loads of people with their eyebrows all singed off."
After they had gathered all the ingredients that the recipe called for, they placed them on the table, along with the pots, bowls, measuring equipment, and spoons.
"Read through the list one more time, Harry," said Ron. "Let's make sure we've gotten everything.
"Uh, Firewhiskey?" read Harry.
"Check!" said Ron, indicating a bottle filled with a deep orange liquid
"Pepper, Salamander ash, and sugar?"
"Right here, here, and here!" said Ron, tapping all three ingredients with a wooden spoon.
"And the Conjuring Flour is there," said Harry glancing up. "And we have chili powder... What about exploding Jamaican peppers?"
"You know what? I actually found some on the back shelf!" said Ron, holding up a small bowl, containing three glowing red, banana shaped peppers. "Although I don't have a clue as to what they were doing there."
"Right, and finally, saltpeter, and a lighted candle," finished Harry.
"All here! Let's get started!" said Ron, excitedly, as he slammed a pot onto the stove.
"Just make sure to keep the candle away from the saltpeter..."