The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: Nineteen chapters? This is bloody ridiculous! I'd better go watch Doctor Who and feel ashamed.
Disclaimer: I took a sick day today just to write this and my Harry Potter/Artemis Fowl/Lemony Snicket crossover. I'm starting to think there's something very wrong with me.
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Chapter Nineteen: What Would Gred and Feorge Do For A Klondike Bar?
Fred and George ran across the darkened Quidditch field with a long package in hand. It was the night of the presentation of the Quidditch Cup champions, but the twins didn't care. They had been to Hogsmead just a few days before, and bought something especially worth having.
They stopped in the middle of the field and unwrapped the package. It was a bright red, dragon shaped fire blaster. Fred and George had forgotten it's beauty, since the last time they had looked at it . . . Five minutes ago.
"I do believe we would've done this without the bribe of a Klondike bar," Fred laughed. George nodded. This was just one more thing in their routine.
George stood it up as Fred lighted the fuse with his wand.
"Okay, run!" Fred said, but George didn't move.
"We forgot the stand!" George realized. Fred swore.
"Just hold it!" Fred said. George pushed it at him, and Fred caught it.
"Are you blimey crazy? I'm not holding it!" George yelled. Fred pushed it back. George pushed it to him again. And in an instant, sparks from the bottom blazed out and shot into the sky. Fred and George were left on the ground, black as coal and smoking.
Somewhere in Middle Earth, Gandalf looked into the sky and felt familiar with the situation.
The sky was in blazes, colors of every kind lit up in the sky, and everyone crowded by the windows of the school to see. Fred and George felt pretty proud of themselves, until Hagrid came up from behind them and grabbed their ears, dragging them to the school.
"You half scared Buckbeak to death, you blasted Weasley's!" Hagrid dragged them to McGonagall, cursing up a storm.