Author: evansentranced

Disclaimer: I didn't do it, I didn't steal it.

Summary: A rather short first chapter...WWP movie set in third year. Who wants to see the sequel to Heir of Slytherin? (hint...look down...) All the people reviewing and asking for Giantus Pratus have gotten their wish... cue wild cheers...


"Attention, everyone!" Fred and George Weasley rose from the Gryffindor table during lunch one day in late May and addressed the crowd. "WWP has produced our newest film, Giantus Pratus, which will be playing tonight-"

"-Right here in the Great Hall beginning at eight o'clock sharp."

"Tickets are five galleons apiece-"

"-Three for first years."

"Thank you, that is all."

Their last few words were drown out by exclamations of interest, and loud conversation immediatley filled the Hall.

"Did you really make another one?" Ron asked apprehensively, clearly remembering his singing debut last year.

"I hope this one is better than the last," Harry added, cringing as Fred sat down across from him. "I got all the negatives back, right?"

"Yes, we made another," George said with a grin. "And yes, Harry, of course you got all the negatives." He winked at Colin and a few girls down the table.

"You three are coming for the first showing, right?" Fred added, glancing at Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"So long as we get special discounts for being friends-"

"-and family-" Ron added quickly.

"-with the directors." Harry finished, casting an amused glance at Ron. They were starting to sound like the twins themselves.

"Course, mate!" George said generously. "For you, it only costs four Sickles and twenty-seven Knuts!"

"Gee, thanks," Hermione said dryly. "So, what did you say it was called again?"

"Giantus Pratus." George said casually, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief. "You didn't."

Fred grinned, as his brother was otherwise occupied, and asked, "Didn't we?"


That night at approximately 7:45 pm, Fred and George stood at the entrance to the Great Hall, selling tickets and directing people to open seating as the Hall slowly filled. Lee Jordan waved at them with one hand, as his other was holding a large box of assorted sweets.

"Fred, my man!" he shouted, stepping forward in line. "Can I interest you in a Fizzing Whizzbee? Cockroach Cluster? Acid Pop?"

"Are you selling those in here, Lee?" Fred inquired, abandoning his post to root through the goods in Lee's box as he nodded vigorously.

"Yes sir," Lee said with a grin. "Course, you'll be getting your eight percent cut, as usual."

"I thought it was ten," Fred said thoughtfully, pocketing several Acid Pops and a couple boxes of Bertie Botts.

"Not anymore, it isn't," Lee said, eyeing Fred's sticky fingers pointedly. Fred grinned and went back to ticket sales.

At eight, they closed the doors on the rather large crowd still waiting to get in.

"Alright, that's it!" George called out to the disgruntled crowd. "Eight o'clock! Sorry folks! We're all sold out! Come back tomorrow!"

"Hang on," Fred said, pointing at several people. "You, you and you. You're in!"

"Now, Fred, don't tease the customers!" George chortled as he slammed the doors in their faces. He cracked the door open again an inch or so and yelled, "Come back tomorrow! It'll be playing all week!"

With that, they turned and made their way back to the seats Harry, Ron and Hermione had saved them in the front row.

"Lollipop, Ron?" Fred asked innocently, holding out an Acid Pop for him to take.

Ron eyed it suspiciously. "Oh, no! I'm not falling for that one again!" he said with wide eyes.

George snickered at him, and Ron looked about ready to stuff the lollipop somewhere unpleasant, when the Hall was suddenly plunged into darkness and the room went relatively silent.

A large, glowing white screen was rising slowly from the ground in front of the teacher's table.

"Shh!" Hermione whispered at Harry and Ron unnecessarily, "It's starting!"

"Quiet!" Fred and George whispered as one. Hermione shut her mouth tightly and looked up at the screen in time to see…


A/N: Well? Where's my wild cheering? I'm waiting...:taps foot impatiently: Wait. This doesn't deserve wild cheering. Maybe next chapter. So nevermind about the wild cheering. All the other chapters are going to be MUCH longer than this, don't worry... I'm sorry about the shortness...