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It's all Fred and George's Fault! (An; yes, that is the name of the chapter.)
Harry began to use magic the very next day. He hid a dun bomb under Dudley's chair at breakfast and even aunt Petunia couldn't pretend she hadn't smelt the smell that seemingly issued from Dudley's rear end. Uncle Vernon didn't say anything, but as the meal progressed he went a shade of purple Harry had never seen before. Aunt Petunia went pale, and Dudley, poor, innocent Dudley, sweated the entire time. Harry was glad he'd used a spell from his new 'standard book of spells' to make his nose not smell. When the grapefruit meal was over Aunt Petunia said quietly to her son, "Dumdums, I think you should go have a bath." Dudley went as red as a beetroot and shuffled upstairs. Harry abandoned the kitchen for his room where he buried his face in his pillow and laughed. Then he wrote a paragraph about it for Fred and George's benefit.
Later that day Harry was instructed to paint a garden seat, green, he was told. Well, he did paint it green. Its just that he made sure Aunt Petunia thought it was red. Aunt Petunia and no one else. When she yelled at Harry for not listening to instructions, Uncle Vernon asked her what the matter was. After she told him he promptly informed her that the seat was green. Even Dudley said so. Harry made his face take on an expression as close to worry as he cold make it. He found himself running up the stairs yet again to laugh into his friendly pillow and add to the letter for Fred and George.
Then, the next day, Harry cooked breakfast with a twist. He used his wan as Aunt Petunia was rousing Dudley (and that could take some doing) and added spice to the sausages (Saturday were the only day of the week when Dudley could eat meat) once they were on the plates. This was a special spice. It was like garlic and the taste stayed in your mouth no matter what you did to get rid of it. It wasn't all that hot, so they wouldn't notice while they were eating.but after. Harry chuckled to himself, making sure he got the plate that had no spice on it.
He longed to hand them a canary cream each, knowing Dudley would take two, but he knew that that was too obviously magic.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were horrified when Dudley began to lose his balance. He tripped coming down the stairs. He tripped on the way to the car. He tripped at the diner table. Oh Harry was having fun, making sure that Dudley's feet were always connected with invisible string from the joke shop. They even took him to a doctor; sure that he had some terrible disease.
Then Harry magiced the kettle with a small piece of gray plasticine from Fred and Georges shop. It was so small that you wouldn't notice it. Its function was to make the appliance it was planted on work, but work more than normal. The kettle suddenly began screeching in the middle of the night, or in the middle of conversation. Harry made sure he had ear plugs at night of course.
He really did, for the first time ever, enjoy himself at the Dursley's that summer. Things went missing, not often enough to arouse suspicion, but often enough to be a nuisance, and were found again where they were supposed to be. All he did was put Disillusionment charms on things, and take it off a few days later. He even considered making Dudley disappear for a while, but thought it too risky.
He was just finishing an update on things for Fred and George when a tiny owl zoomed in through the open window. Harry reached up and plucked Pigwideon from the air and pulled the note, smiling at Hedwig's very adult and indignant hoot.
"Harry, Have you wondered why Hermione hasn't been writing? Her house was attacked. Ages ago, and she was put under a memory charm so strong that her mind went totally blank. Her parents were hurt worse and are in St Mungo's but Hermione refuses to leave the house, even now that she's normal again. Dad says she keeps muttering things like 'I should have been able to save them', and 'what use is magic?'. He's really worried. The .You know what.have been watching her house and she hasn't left it in weeks.
Dad was wondering if you and I tried to get her out it might work because were her friends and he says we might be able to help. If you can come expect a troop to arrive about three o'clock the day you get this, and send me a note saying whether or not you'll come. Ron."
Harry's mind reeled. Poor Hermione. Of course he would help. He scribbled a note to Ron and tied it securely to Pig. The tiny owl took of, for once seeming rather sober.
Two hours later, Ron and his father arrived, and Harry didn't bother telling the Dursleys what was going on, just took some Floo powder and disappeared.
Hermione's house seemed empty. And it was quiet. Very quiet.
"It's too quiet." Mutter Ron, and Harry shook his head as every movie he had ever seen with that line in it popped into his head.
Harry, Ron and Mr Wealey walked to the door and Harry and Ron rapped loudly.
"Hermione, are you in there?" yelled Ron. "its me, Ron! And Harry's here too. OPEN THE DOOR!"
There was no answer.
AN; sorry I took so long in updating, but there it is. REVIEW! ^_^
It's all Fred and George's Fault! (An; yes, that is the name of the chapter.)
Harry began to use magic the very next day. He hid a dun bomb under Dudley's chair at breakfast and even aunt Petunia couldn't pretend she hadn't smelt the smell that seemingly issued from Dudley's rear end. Uncle Vernon didn't say anything, but as the meal progressed he went a shade of purple Harry had never seen before. Aunt Petunia went pale, and Dudley, poor, innocent Dudley, sweated the entire time. Harry was glad he'd used a spell from his new 'standard book of spells' to make his nose not smell. When the grapefruit meal was over Aunt Petunia said quietly to her son, "Dumdums, I think you should go have a bath." Dudley went as red as a beetroot and shuffled upstairs. Harry abandoned the kitchen for his room where he buried his face in his pillow and laughed. Then he wrote a paragraph about it for Fred and George's benefit.
Later that day Harry was instructed to paint a garden seat, green, he was told. Well, he did paint it green. Its just that he made sure Aunt Petunia thought it was red. Aunt Petunia and no one else. When she yelled at Harry for not listening to instructions, Uncle Vernon asked her what the matter was. After she told him he promptly informed her that the seat was green. Even Dudley said so. Harry made his face take on an expression as close to worry as he cold make it. He found himself running up the stairs yet again to laugh into his friendly pillow and add to the letter for Fred and George.
Then, the next day, Harry cooked breakfast with a twist. He used his wan as Aunt Petunia was rousing Dudley (and that could take some doing) and added spice to the sausages (Saturday were the only day of the week when Dudley could eat meat) once they were on the plates. This was a special spice. It was like garlic and the taste stayed in your mouth no matter what you did to get rid of it. It wasn't all that hot, so they wouldn't notice while they were eating.but after. Harry chuckled to himself, making sure he got the plate that had no spice on it.
He longed to hand them a canary cream each, knowing Dudley would take two, but he knew that that was too obviously magic.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were horrified when Dudley began to lose his balance. He tripped coming down the stairs. He tripped on the way to the car. He tripped at the diner table. Oh Harry was having fun, making sure that Dudley's feet were always connected with invisible string from the joke shop. They even took him to a doctor; sure that he had some terrible disease.
Then Harry magiced the kettle with a small piece of gray plasticine from Fred and Georges shop. It was so small that you wouldn't notice it. Its function was to make the appliance it was planted on work, but work more than normal. The kettle suddenly began screeching in the middle of the night, or in the middle of conversation. Harry made sure he had ear plugs at night of course.
He really did, for the first time ever, enjoy himself at the Dursley's that summer. Things went missing, not often enough to arouse suspicion, but often enough to be a nuisance, and were found again where they were supposed to be. All he did was put Disillusionment charms on things, and take it off a few days later. He even considered making Dudley disappear for a while, but thought it too risky.
He was just finishing an update on things for Fred and George when a tiny owl zoomed in through the open window. Harry reached up and plucked Pigwideon from the air and pulled the note, smiling at Hedwig's very adult and indignant hoot.
"Harry, Have you wondered why Hermione hasn't been writing? Her house was attacked. Ages ago, and she was put under a memory charm so strong that her mind went totally blank. Her parents were hurt worse and are in St Mungo's but Hermione refuses to leave the house, even now that she's normal again. Dad says she keeps muttering things like 'I should have been able to save them', and 'what use is magic?'. He's really worried. The .You know what.have been watching her house and she hasn't left it in weeks.
Dad was wondering if you and I tried to get her out it might work because were her friends and he says we might be able to help. If you can come expect a troop to arrive about three o'clock the day you get this, and send me a note saying whether or not you'll come. Ron."
Harry's mind reeled. Poor Hermione. Of course he would help. He scribbled a note to Ron and tied it securely to Pig. The tiny owl took of, for once seeming rather sober.
Two hours later, Ron and his father arrived, and Harry didn't bother telling the Dursleys what was going on, just took some Floo powder and disappeared.
Hermione's house seemed empty. And it was quiet. Very quiet.
"It's too quiet." Mutter Ron, and Harry shook his head as every movie he had ever seen with that line in it popped into his head.
Harry, Ron and Mr Wealey walked to the door and Harry and Ron rapped loudly.
"Hermione, are you in there?" yelled Ron. "its me, Ron! And Harry's here too. OPEN THE DOOR!"
There was no answer.
AN; sorry I took so long in updating, but there it is. REVIEW! ^_^