What's wrong with Fred and George?

The Weasley twins were one of the most influential pranksters/sellers in all of Diagon Alley. Their joke shop-Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes was a hit. They made such a large profit, that they outran Zonko's by a mile. Pretty soon, they ran out of new items to sell, so they decided to create a new joke product. They worked day and night. Finally, when they were sure that the product was finished, they tested it. Unfortunately for them, they forgot to add one crucial ingredient. The invention went awry and the Weasley twins faced a horrible feeling...

"Hermione! Pass me some bread. I am starving!"

"As usual," Hermione said passing the bread platter to Ron.

"Well, I can't help it! Besides, I am a growing child. I need my daily nutrition!"

"I am pretty sure that growing children don't need ten servings of each dish."

Ron looked at Hermione pitifully and Hermione scowled. She looked prepared to hit him, but Harry managed to stop her.

"You guys better shut up! I don't even know why I bother trying. The day you two will stop fighting is the day Dobby will marry his tea cozy.
"Who is the bride? Dobby or the tea-cozy?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"I prefer you didn't."

"That's great. Hey! Pig's got mail for you!"

"Hey! It's from mum! Oh no! Please don't tell me she found out about that getting-drunk incident. I swear! I didn't know there was going to be drinking at the party."

"Ronald! Use your common sense! It is not red, so it is probably not a howler. Unless your mother approves of your unhealthy habits, I doubt that she knows about you getting drunk."

"Well, Hermione. Clearly, not everyone here thinks so philosophically like you do," said Ron.

"Clearly..." responded Hermione

"Let me skim through it...lalala...the family is good, how is school...Percy is a git...Fred and George are homicidal...the same old things as usual. Ah, the relief. Wait a minute! Fred and George are homicidal? What's up with that?"

"Ron...I think we need to go visit them. I think they are lonely and the pressure is building up on them. They need a visit from their iddle widdlest brother. Yes they do!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Please don't do that again!"

"All right, but we still have to visit them!"

"Fine!"

At Diagon Alley…

"Hello? Is anyone there? Fred? George?" asked Harry.

"Hmm…how peculiar," said Hermione.

"You find a lot of things peculiar don't you?" Ron said.

Hermione decided to ignore this.

"Hey! I hear noises from inside this door," Harry said pointing to a large wooden door. "Let's go see if they are inside."

They opened the door and walked into a large square room. They were surprised to see Fred and George circling each other, their hair askew and their faces all scratched up.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" asked Ron.

"Rip, tear, kill!" George shouted.

"Hey! That sounds familiar!" Harry replied. "George…are you secretly a basilisk?"

George looked at Harry suspiciously, then pounced on Fred. Ron decided to stop them, when they started biting each other.

"Hey guys! Break it up! Come on! No fighting!"

"Ron, I don't think they are listening. Maybe you should find a potion that cures them," Hermione responded.

"Yeah! Go look in the cures closet," said Harry.

Ron nodded and ran to the cures closet. After several minutes he approached them with a potion. With struggle, Ron managed to get the potion in each of the twin's mouths. The twins stumbled for a little while but then looked hungrily at Ron.

"Ron, why are they looking like that at you?" asked Harry.

"Huh?"

Ron had no more to say-the twins strangled him and his face was full of fear.

"Ron you idiot! You got the wrong potion!" Hermione yelled.

"Well don't just stand there! Save me!"

"Nah…" Harry responded. "Go to go to Quidditch practice."

"Yeah, and I have reading to catch up on…"

"Maybe later," Harry and Hermione said together.

THE END