Author's Note: Greetings! Now, I noticed that out of many, very few of you reviewed. Come on, it's not like you have anything better to do if you're reading this.
Shout out to the one's who did review: HpHgPjGone, Robert32514, Rmiser1994, & Dyani91: Thanks, you are correct, & I'm sorry for publishing late.
Chapter 2: Insane Thoughts of the Boy who Won't Die
At exactly 5:00am, Hedwig hooted Harry awake. His eyes flickered around the room. He had this room since he was 11, and he hadn't done anything about all this junk. So got up and got dressed, and began working on the many clocks. You see, Dudley breaks his clocks if they wake him up, and then they get tossed in there. After about 5 clocks, Harry realized what he was doing. Bewildered, he dropped the sixth clock (breaking it), and sunk back into his bed. His mind raced. Merlin's wand, how did he do it?
He'd never had any experience, and he couldn't fix a pen! Harry's thoughts went all over. But while he was trying to find an explanation, he remembered the dream he had, and forgot about the clock.
So, he was supposed to rescue his godfather, hook up with Death, and either defeat Voldie or die trying. 'Fate hates me.' thought Harry. But another voice, a different one than his own, spoke up: 'He probably doesn't, being your dearly deceased father.' The voice sounded...familiar. 'Well, our twin nephew's inherited Gideon's voice, while their older brother inherited mine. I'm Fabian Prewett.' said a different Voice. 'All right, now I'm going mad.'thought Harry, remembering that these were Mrs. Weasley's brothers.
'I assure you, you're as sane as you were when you were born. Fabian's the mental one.' said the first voice, Gideon, surely smirking.
'Am not!' yelled Fabian. Harry started getting a migraine.
'Are too!' Gideon egged back, nearly bursting Harry's eardrum.
'You are!' Harry's head felt like exploding.
'Shut up the both of you! Aren't you both dead?' snapped Harry, screwing his face up in frustration. That seemed to shut them up, which made Harry's headache go away.
'Don't need to be rude, mate.' said Gideon, after a while. 'And technically, we were dead, but kinda got reborn due to an accident in the afterlife. So we're alive, but were your age, and in your head.'
'Malgistor decided to take pity on the dead and gave us this mission, to help you on this quest-' started Fabian.
'-but also to get us away from the afterlife.' continued Gideon. Harry shook his head and shifted his gaze towards Hedwig. She cocked her head at him, mildly concerned, then ruffled her feathers and hooted in annoyance, showing that she wants out. Harry chuckled. 'Nice owl, mate.'
'All right, let me get this straight. I'm supposed to get Sirius from the – well, where ever he is, and you're here to help me? How useful are you stuck up in my head?' thought Harry, feeling ridiculous. 'Are you going possess me and make me a wand-warrior in fights?' Harry snorted.
'No,' started Gideon
'-but we can physicalize-' added Fabian
'-into cool-'
'-pranking demons-'
'-for your everyday uses-' They said simultaneously
'-from cleaning & cooking-'
'-to duels and battles!' Ended Fabian. Harry snorted, reminded of Gred & Forge, and Hedwig shot an 'are-you-all-right?' look. He nodded, and then got out parchment. He grabbed a broken pen and fixed it, then he started to write.
Dear Remus,
I am not going to be around much, not until after
Christmas. I have things to take care of, and I would prefer
to have the Order not know where I'm at. Only Hedwig will
know where I'm at. Just tell Dumbles to not bother with the
the Hogwarts Letter.
I just need you to keep an eye on Bellatrix, she's
tricky. And report to me. I may be off the face of this earth,
but I'll be back.
This not me morning Sirius & revenge against
Lestrange, this is business.
Don't trust anyone but Tonks with this. Not
the headmaster, not the ministry, not Voldie & Friends.
- Prongslet
Harry nodded, rolled it up, and let Hedwig out of her cage, by picking the lock. Hedwig flew to his arm. He gave the letter to Hedwig.
"Take it to Moony, girl. Avoid other wizards and such. Go on." directed Harry, sort of boosting her out the window. Hedwig soared out of sight. Harry thought to the twins: 'So...you can get out of my head?' Harry didn't get a reply; in a few seconds, a shhh-ing sound came, and he fell on the bed, clutching his head. He got up when the pain subsided, slowing looking around the room. Two figures with bright red hair were grinning at him.
"That happens, mate. Sorry for not warning you." said the one on the right, Gideon by the sound of his voice. He had curly red hair, and a face like the Weasley twins. He was wearing a maroon aviator's jacket over a black tee, and Jeans. Fabian, on the other hand, had straight red hair, gelled towards the middle of his forehead, and a face like Bill. He had a black aviator's jacket, maroon tee under, and maroon corduroy pants. Both were grinning like idiots. Harry chuckled, and looked around the room. He sighed. Then, he got an idea. You could almost see the light bulb.
"So, quick question. Can you guys do magic without the trace? Because, I'd like to take this with me. All of it." He asked, gesturing to all of the junk in the room. The twins screwed up their faces in contemplation and put their hands on their chins. Then, simultaneously, they gave a sideways glance to Harry, then at each other. Then they grinned.
"Of course-" Gideon started, leaning back, as if in thought.
"-it's one of the-" Fabian interrupted, smirking at Gideon.
"-benefits about-" Gideon added, mock-glaring at his twin
"-dying and coming back." Finished Fabian and Gideon together, looking at Harry again, who rolled his eyes. Harry gestured to all of his room, as if saying: 'So do it.' The twins winked, and then pulled out their wands. With a wave each, there was 4 trunks on the bed. With another wave, Gideon put everything into the trunks. Fabian then shrunk them, summoned a fifth, and put them in.
"Great." Harry said, grinning. Then he remembered: The Dursleys. He groaned. "Damn, I almost forgot to slop the pigs."
Author's Post Script Talk: So? What DID you think? And, also, I've got this brick wall I've run into. Tell me challenges you think Harry & Prewett's should face?
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