Title : I'm a Celebrity…Get me Out of Here : Wizard Edition
Author: Nemainofthewater
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, it all belongs to J.K Rowling and ITV.
Hello! Thank you for all of your kind reviews! There is the first trial coming up next chapter, and I really need all of you to vote for whoever you want in it, one male and one female. Since voting is free, you have no excuse not to!
Chapter 2
"Well then Gred, I think that went well." Said George, grinning from ear to ear. They had introduced the celebrities to each other, and nobody had been killed, or, apparently, actually read the magically binding contract that they were sent, as he was sure that Malfoy wouldn't be here if he had.
He chinked his butterbeer bottle against Fred's, and leaned back.
"Course it did Forge," replied his twin brother. "Now come on, drink up. Our first broadcast in the morning."
George felt an earsplitting grin appear on his face. Tomorrow was going to rock.
Severus Snape stood by the pair that together formed the bane of his existence, and groaned at the too perky 'Good Morning!' that they gave everyone. 5am was not morning, or waking up early. It was pure sadistic torture.
"Would everyone please follow me?" the infernal brat, which one he couldn't tell, but that didn't matter because they were as bad as each other, continued talking. Severus simply tuned him out. He was a professor at Hogwarts! He shouldn't even be here!
He scowled again, and then turned back to the group. At least he could enjoy their misery.
Dolores Umbridge sneered at all that Potter boy, and turned away from him to shoot an evil glare at the two blood-traitors on the podium in front of her.
"…which means that your first challenge begins now. You will all be loaded into coffins, and transported to the camps that will be your homes for the next few weeks. There are two camps, one for the boys, camp Sevvy, and one for the girls, camp Hermy."
Both Snape and Hermione scowled at that, but they stayed quiet. As soon as the two of them were alone however…
"If the boys would head this way?" asked Fred, pointing to a row of coffins, with an unholy smile on his face.
"And the girls would come with me." Continued George, with a matching smile on his.
Ron answered his brothers' grins with one of his own. After having faced Voldemort with Harry, this was dead simple. Pun intended.
He went near the coffin with his name on it…hold on; they had put Ronnikins on it. They'd never let this go! He glanced over to where Hermione was, and settled for just mumbling under his breath.
He lay down in his coffin, and waited as the lid was put on. He was so busy laughing at the indignant screams of Petunia Dursley that he didn't even notice that he wasn't alone in the coffin…
"Wasn't it a little cruel to put spiders in his box?" asked Seamus to the two unrepentant twins beside him.
"Nah," they chorused.
"Good Morning, and welcome to the first broadcast of, I'm a Celebrity…Get me out of here!" shouted both of the twins, the sonorous spell making their voices echo around the jungle, and scaring several birds from the trees.
Off camera, Snape rolled his eyes at their antics, and on the cameras Colin and Dennis chattered excitedly through headsets about which angle would capture the, very prudent, birds fleeing best.
"Early this morning, our celebrities were transported to the jungle that will be their home for the next few weeks. But, they arrived there in a very unusual way." Said George, and with a flick of his wand, the screen behind him lighted up, and began showing the events of the night before when the celebrities were introduced, before cutting to footage of Ron in his coffin, being lowered into the jungle, whimpering all the while.
"Once there, they made their way to their campsites, where they started to settle down. During that time, there were some unlikely alliances formed." Said Fred
The screen cut to a footage of the girls campsite.
All of the girls had chosen the places where they were going to sleep for the night, and since the bunks had been arranged in pairs, there had been a mad rush to find partners, as nobody wanted to be paired with Umbridge.
The cameras showed footage of each of the hammocks; Luna and Tonks sat side by side chatting on one pair, while Trelawney and Lavender used boiled water and probably poisoned leaves to make some tea so that they could read the tea leaves together. Most surprisingly though, Umbridge and Petunia were sitting together, chatting animatedly. The cameras zoomed in, and we can hear what they were saying.
"Really, though, that Potter brat was insufferable." Said Umbridge with a hauntily.
"I know exactly what you mean," replied Petunia with a sniff. "The brat never did anything around the house. He just expected to be waited on hand and foot by me. Well, of course I wasn't having it. The boy had to earn his keep of course."
"I agree completely. Really, the only way to get through to him was punishments. He's like an animal you see. Al he understands is that."
"Well Gred, do you think that Harry's like an animal?" said George, as if he were talking about the weather.
"Let's look at this Forge."
On the screen, a footage of Harry with a lion's head roared back at them.
"Thank you for clearing that up. People, yes Harry Potter is an animal."
Miles away, Ginny, who was watching the show with her parents at the Burrow, sighed.
"He is an animal alright," she said softly, a dreamy look on her face.
"Well, not everything in the boys camp went as smoothly as that," continued Fred, blissfully unaware of the comment that his sister had made.
The screen cut to a look at the boy4s camp.
The camp was slightly larger than the girl's one, and there was one hammock all by itself as there were an uneven number of boys.
On that hammock, that although magically enhanced, was groaning under his weight, sat Vernon Dursley. He was as far away from the others as possible, and they in turn were ignoring him.
A few hammocks over, Ron was sitting next to Harry, still twitching slightly, and brushing at his clothes in case there were any spiders left.
Further on again, next to the fire were Neville and Draco, whose raised voices were pointedly being ignored by the others.
"You idiot Longbottom! How could you put the fire out like that?" yelled Draco, practically smoking with rage.
"Well, at least I tried to help!" Neville retorted, "unlike you, Mr 'I'm too good to do anything because I'm a Malfoy'."
"Well next time, even though I doubt you can achieve it, try to avoid spilling water on the fire!"
The scene once more cut back to Fred and George.
"Well, that looks like a heated argument," said Fred.
George groaned.
"Honestly Gred, is that the best you can come up with? Your jokes are so bad, they just splutter and die."
George paused for a beat.
"Come on guys. Splutter and die? Like a fire? Never mind."
"Now, we come to a very important bit; the audience participation. Whoever has to participate in the first trial will be decided by you. Simply go to the nearest owl office, where you will see a special cage with 'I'm a Celebrity…Get me out of Here!' written on it. Simply write the name of the contestants, one girl, one boy, you want in the trial on a piece of parchment, and send it in via one of the owls. Each vote costs one sickle, and only official 'I'm a celebrity owls will be counted."
"Now, we're going to have a short break, don't go anywhere."
All over magical Britain, post offices were taken by surprise as they were stormed by maniacs wanting to vote before the vote was over.
Well, that's it for this chapter! Once again, I really do need you to vote for who you want to see in the first trial! Remember, you need to vote for someone from the boy's camp and someone from the girl's camp. Thank you in advance!