(A/N: I'm bored, tired, on the phone, and listening to music. And my brain hurts. And I'm dead. Almost. There's a big difference between barely alive and not at all alive. Heh heh. That's from the Princess Bride. Anyway.)
Chapter Two
Harry had a splitting headache.
However, this time it was not from his scar, or at least he was pretty sure it wasn't. He was happy about that, because usually when he complained about his scar hurting, he ended up getting arrested or nearly sent to the nearest padded room. The much more probable explanation was that hitting his head off nearly every step in the Weasley house had had a much worse aftereffect than anyone had imagined.
Suddenly the door opened. Fred and George came into the room (where Harry was lying on the bad, rubbing his head) and one of them (Fred, he thought) handed him a small blue piece of what looked like taffy.
"Sorry about earlier, mate," Fred said, looking apologetic. "We didn't really mean to drag you down the stairs, it just sort of— you know— happened."
Harry looked at them skeptically. He didn't exactly understand how you could drag someone down the stairs by accident.
"Yeah, and because we felt so bad—" the other began.
"—we brought you—"
"—this. It should—"
"—clear up your headache in no time," they finished in unison.
Harry looked at the blue— thingy— in his hand suspiciously. He was noticing a pattern: generally, whenever the twins nearly killed him, it was an 'accident' and 'funny.' He supposed that if he ate the blue thing and died horrifically, it would be just another 'funny' and 'accidental' incident. Har har. Hilarious.
"What's it do?" he asked.
"It's supposed to cure headaches, you swotty nancy-boy. Duh," said George.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked disbelievingly. He didn't really think that the twins would ever do anything nice for anyone without reason. "And how did you know I had a headache?"
"When don't you have a headache?" Fred replied offhandedly. "And yes, we're sure. Just eat it. Merlin, some people just can't accept help! Do you have some kind of, like, hero complex?"
Harry glared at him, then hesitantly put it in his mouth and swallowed. Nothing happened.
And a split second later, his headache went away.
Harry was amazed. Nothing had gone wrong? The Weasley twins were actually acting nice for once? This was new.
"Thanks, guys," he said, much happier now.
Then he noticed that both of the twins were staring at his forehead with looks of disbelief on their faces. They looked at each other, then immediately started laughing uproariously.
Harry panicked. What had happened? "WHAT HAPPENED!" he shouted at them. "STOP LAUGHING! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!"
"Look… look in a mirror, " George said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
Harry walked over to where a small mirror was sitting on the dresser and looked.
And he screamed.
Seething, he turned around to face the twins, who immediately started laughing even harder.
"I CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE YOU!" he roared! "I CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE YOU! I'M GOING TO BLOODY KILL YOU!"
The
End. Of that chapter. What did you think? Suspense! Reviews are
appreciated. What have Fred and George done to Harry? Haha that
sounded nasty. But it's not! I swear. Until next chapter…
