A/N: Written for UDG. Snuggle!
The Banana Burglars
What first met the eyes when you walked through the properly polished glass doors of number 93 Diagon Alley, was a barrel filled with odd hats in different colours. There was a sign over the barrel, saying: "Headless Hats! Amuse Your Friends and Horrify Your Enemies! Nine Galleons, Today Only!"
Going left past this barrel, you ended up by the counter, where George Weasley stood, a mad grin plastered on his freckled face, and if you went to the right you got to the small department of the store that was reserved for the Weasleys' Skiving Snackboxes. There you also most often could find Fred Weasley, claiming to "guide" the eleven-year olds that came into the shop into the wonderful world of Puking Pastilles, Nosebleed Nougats and Fever Fudges.
During the day, Weasley Wizard Wheezes was a place of colour and light and joy. But now it was night.
"This is not a good idea."
The voice was male, and didn't sound too old. He was probably in his early twenties or something. It was too dark to know for sure.
"This is the best idea ever, Gav." This voice was older, and also male. It sounded annoyed. "Now shut up."
"I don't like this."
"That's the problem with you, Gav. You don't like anything."
"But this is bloody stupid. If you don't mind be say so, Merv."
There was a faint clicking sound as someone bent down to pick up a stone from the street. Merv snorted.
"Don't be daft, Gav. You were the one that said we needed money."
"Yes, but I never thought it'd be this way! We're about to break in somewhere."
Merv hushed. "Idiot! Why don't you just shout it out for all of London to hear?"
"Sorry."
"Now. Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
A crash echoed through the night as the earlier mentioned stone flew through the air and broke the glass door into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. There was a moment of brief silence while the two men on the streets waited for something to explode. When this did not happen, Merv chuckled in delight.
"See?" he said triumphantly. "Nothing to worry about at all."
"Perhaps not," said Gav and took a tentative step forward. "But I'll be a lot happier when I'm twenty miles away with the money. This place ain't healthy."
"Then what do you suppose we do? Gringotts?"
The two men paused to shiver. They had lost one or two colleagues to the vast labyrinth of the Wizarding Bank.
"Not Gringotts," said Gav resolutely. "But does it really have to be this place?"
"The owners are young and have probably not had time installing an alarm yet. All the other stores on this street already know about us, Gav."
"Oh yes..." Gav paused. "You go in there first."
"Fine!"
Merv rolled his eyes and went up to the broken door. He did not use a wand to open it further. He didn't have a wand. It was broken in two and probably lay in a drawer at Argus Filch's office, together with other wands belonging to students expelled from Hogwarts. Instead, Merv picked up another stone and smashed at the door until he'd made a big enough hole to stick in his hand and turn the handle.
The door went up without a sound.
"And that's how it's done," he mused and waved at Gav to come over. "See! Nothing to be afraid of. They're just naive little children."
Gav wasn't so sure of that. He'd heard a lot of things about the Weasley twins, he had. Most of them were fairly amusing, like their famous escape from Hogwarts last term. Gav didn't remember the red-heads very clearly. They had only been measly Second years by the time he'd left school. Besides, they had been in Gryffindor. Gav had been a Hufflepuff.
A Hufflepuff in trouble, he realized now. But could he refuse the chance to go into this store now, when the door had been opened and his friend (well, almost friend) was looking at him like that? No, of course not.
Gav ran up to his companion, and together, they snuck into the store. Merv didn't care to close the door. It was in the middle of the night, who would pass by at this time?
Gav and Merv walked over the floor, Gav almost falling head first into the barrel of Headless Hats. Merv snorted.
"Just a nice burglar you are," he said. "Just be qui..."
He had meant to go on, but something happened then that the burglars hadn't counted with. Everything suddenly seemed... bigger. And they felt how their bodies turned slightly bent, and how things suddenly smelled vaguely tropical, and my, had their skins been that yellow earlier?
The following morning, Fred and George Weasley took the stairs three steps at the time. They were sure they'd heard sounds from the shop downstairs in the middle of the night, and were hoping that their trap had worked.
Fred tittered as he held up the two bananas and shook his head. "You'd think they'd learn," he said sadly. "Oh well. You Floo the Aurors, and I'll... un-bananafy this pair."
"Right," said his twin and chuckled. "Our trap worked really well, innit, Fred?"
"I'm very proud of us."
"Yes, we're utterly magnificent."
"Glorious, really."
"One might even say that we're geniuses."
"Indeed."
The brothers high-fived, and then they went on to do their civic duty. After all, they had a business to run.
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A/N: English isn't my first language, if something's wrong with it, please tell me. Thanks!