Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
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Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
With a loud THUD, Arabella fell face-down on the floor of the Weasley's living room. Shay was squeaking in his cage at his horrible treatment and her Firebolt was practically thrown across the room.
Two hands came under her armpits and helped her up.
'Thanks,' said Arabella, wiping the dust from her pants.
'No problem,' said Fred.
'Care for some sweet, lovely Arabella?' said George, holding out some candy in his hands.
'What did you do to them?' said Arabella, eying them distastefully.
'Nothing,' said George, sounding offended, which was all an act.
'I am offended,' said Fred, following his brother's lead.
'How could you think that –'
'- we would do something to harm you?'
'Well, what is it?' said Arabella.
'Ton-Tongue Toffee,' said Fred brightly. 'George and I have invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer. We would have given some to Professor Lupin, but then we remember that –'
'He was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and could curse you both without breaking a sweat?' said Arabella sweetly.
'Yeah,' said Fred.
'Pretty much,' said George, shrugging.
'Arabella,' said Ron, entering the room, 'come meet the rest of the family.'
'Rest of the family?' said Arabella. 'How many more Weasleys are there?'
'Just Bill and Charlie,' said George, putting his arm around her shoulder.
'Nobody important,' said Fred, also putting his arm around her shoulder.
They walked into the kitchen and saw two other people sitting at the table.
'That's Bill,' said Ron, pointing at him, 'and Charlie.' Pointing at the other.
'How you doing, Arabella?' said Charlie, who was the closet one to her. He was standing up and holding his hand out to her. When Arabella shook his hand, she felt some calluses and blisters under his finger. She remembered the he worked in Romania with dragons. Charlie seemed shorter then Ron, but was built like the twins. His arms were quite muscular and one of them had a large shiny burn on it.
'I'm fine. How's Norbert?' she asked.
Charlie laughed. 'You mean Norberta?'
'He's a she?' said Arabella, astonished. 'How can you tell?'
'Female dragons are more vicious,' he said.
Next, she shook Bill's hand, which came as quite a surprise to her. Bill seemed pretty cool. He was tall, with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He also had an earring with a fang dangling from it. He looked like he was dressed for a rocket concert, except that his boots were made of dragon hide.
'Where's your mom?' asked Arabella to Ron.
'She's upstairs putting your trunk away and making sure everything's alright,' said Ron.
They all sat down on the table when Mr Weasley came into the kitchen. Arabella got up and gave him and quick hug.
'Hello, Mr Weasley.'
'Arabella! Nice to see you again,' he said delightfully, returning the hug. He turned to look at Ron, Fred and George. 'Boys, we have to go pick Harry up.'
One by one, they all left the room, leaving Arabella with Bill and Charlie. She sat back down on the table, feeling a bit uncomfortable with them.
'So, you're Arabella Black,' said Bill, looking her up and down, like he was debating whether or not she was a sane person.
'Problem?' said Arabella, giving him the same treatment.
'No, no problem,' said Bill, holding his hand up in surrender. 'Everybody seems to like you. No reason for us to hate you.'
'Percy likes me?' said Arabella, raising her eyebrows.
'Well,' said Charlie, looking a bit uncomfortable, 'he doesn't hate you.'
'I'll take it,' said Arabella, triumphantly, fist bumping the air in victory. Bill and Charlie laughed. 'So where is Percy?'
'Do you really care?' said Bill.
'He's upstairs working on a report for the Ministry.'
'He's working there? Really?'
'He seems to like it,' said Bill.
'Really like it,' said Charlie. 'Wouldn't shut up about it.'
'Upstairs with Hermione,' said Bill.
They sat there in awkward silence for some time, none of them knowing what to say.
'So – er –' started Arabella, 'which team are you rooting for?'
And they launched into a debate about the Quidditch World Cup. Charlie and Arabella on Ireland side while Bill was rooting for Bulgaria.
'They defeated Peru in the semi-finals,' said Arabella, urging Bill to see her way. 'Peru had no chance.'
'Bulgaria has Victor Krum,' said Bill, shaking his head at her.
'Krum is their only good player. One good player! That's it! Ireland's got seven!'
'Mullet –' said Charlie.
'Lynch –' said Arabella.
'Troy! They've got Troy, Bill!'
'The Bulgarian's got Krum, one of the best Seekers in the century, and they've also got Levski –'
'He's not that good,' said Charlie.
'Give me a break!' said Arabella, throwing her hands up. 'Dimitrov couldn't –'
Arabella's sentence was cut off when the fireplace lit up and Fred came out. He was smiling and made the three other occupants a bit nervous.
'What did you do?' said Charlie.
'What makes you think I've done something?' said Fred, sweetly.
'The look on your face and the fact that you most likely did something than nothing, Fred,' said Arabella.
'How do you know I'm Fred? I could be George,' he said.
'I have my ways of knowing who you are, and that's not the point. What did you do?'
Then George came through with a trunk. He was also smiling.
'There!' said Charlie, pointing towards George. 'Now we know you really did something!'
'Don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about,' said George.
Ron also came out of the fireplace, smiling.
'What was that?' he asked the twins.
'Ton-Tongue Toffee,' said Fred. 'We invented them.'
'Brilliant,' said Ron, laughing.
'What happened?' said Bill, irritated at not knowing what happened.
Ron, Fred and George all sat down at the table and told them what happened at the Dursleys'. By the time Harry came into the kitchen, they all exploded with laughter.
Harry shook Charlie and Bill's hands, then hugged Arabella.
'Good to see you, Harry,' whispered Arabella in his ear.
'I missed you,' said Harry.
'Missed you, too,' said Arabella, thankful for her tanned skin as she knew she was blushing furiously.
They let go of each other and smiled.
Before anybody could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise and Mr Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than they had ever seen him.
'That wasn't funny Fred!' he shouted. 'What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?'
I didn't give him anything,' said Fred, with another evil grin. 'I just dropped it…It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to.'
'You dropped it on purpose!' roared Mr. Weasley. 'You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -'
'How big did his tongue get?' George asked eagerly.
'It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!'
Harry, Arabella and the Weasleys roared with laughter again.
'It isn't funny!' Mr. Weasley shouted. 'That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons.'
'We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!' said Fred indignantly.
'No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git,' said George. 'Isn't he, Harry?'
'Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley,' said Harry sincerely.
'That's not the point!' raged Mr. Weasley. 'You wait until I tell your mother-'
'Tell me what?' said a voice behind them.
Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen
'Oh hello, Harry, dear,' she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. 'Tell me what, Arthur?'
Mr. Weasley hesitated. Arabella could tell that he wasn't really going to tell her what happened. There was a silence, while Mr Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs Weasley. One was Hermione, and the other was Ginny. They both smiled at Arabella and Harry, who grinned back.
'Tell me what, Arthur?' Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.
'It's nothing, Molly,' mumbled Mr. Weasley, 'Fred and George just - but I've had words with them -'
'What have they done this time?' said Mrs. Weasley. 'If it's got anything to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes -'
'Why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron?' said Hermione from the doorway.
'He knows where he's sleeping,' said Ron, 'in my room, he slept there last -'
'We can all go,' said Hermione pointedly.
'Oh,' said Ron, cottoning on. 'Right.'
'Yeah, we'll come too,' said George.
'You stay where you are!' snarled Mrs Weasley.
Arabella, Harry and Ron edged out of the kitchen, and they Hermione, and Ginny set off along the narrow hallway and up the staircase to the upper stories.
'What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?' Harry asked they climbed.
Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn't.
'Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room,' said Ron quietly. 'Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that…'
'We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things,' said Ginny. 'We thought they just liked the noise.'
'Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous,' said Ron, 'and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms…She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected.'
'And then there was this big row,' Ginny said, 'because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.'
Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.
'Hi, Percy,' said Harry.
'Oh hello, Harry, Black,' said Percy. 'I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office – and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.'
'We're not thundering, 'said Ron irritably. 'We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the topsecret workings of the Ministry of Magic.'
'What are you working on?' said Harry.
'A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,' said Percy smugly. 'We're trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year -'
'That'll change the world, that report will,' said Ron. 'Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.'
Percy went slightly pink.
'You might sneer, Ron,' he said heatedly, 'but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow bottomed products that seriously endanger -'
'Yeah, yeah, all right,' said Ron, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Arabella, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs. The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked the same from when Arabella saw it before. There was an owl hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.
'Shut up, Pig,' said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. 'Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room,' he told Harry. 'Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work.'
'Er - why are you calling that owl Pig?' Harry asked Ron.
'Because he's being stupid,' said Ginny, 'Its proper name is Pigwidgeon.'
'What kind of a name is that?' said Arabella, making a face.
'Ginny reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he wont answer to anything else. So now it's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too come to that.'
'Where's Crookshanks?' Harry asked Hermione now.
'Out in the garden, I expect,' she said. 'He likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before.'
'And Shay?' Harry asked to Arabella.
'I think Fred set him off somewhere. I don't know, I'll find him later,' said Arabella, shrugging.
'Percy's enjoying work, then?' said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling.
'Enjoying it?' said Ron darkly. 'I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch…as I was saying to Mr. Crouch…Mr. Crouch is of the opinion…Mr. Crouch was telling me…They'll be announcing their engagement any day now.'
'Have you had a good summer, Harry?' said Hermione. 'Did you get our food parcels and everything?'
'Yeah, thanks a lot,' said Harry. 'They saved my life, those cakes.'
'Have to two of you heard from-?' Ron began, but a look from Hermione he fell silent. Arabella knew he was going to ask about Sirius.
'I think they've stopped arguing,' said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron to Arabella to Harry. 'Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner?'
'Yeah, all right,' said Ron. The five of them left Ron's room and went back downstairs to find Mrs Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered.
'We're eating out in the garden,' she said when they came in. 'There's just not room for twelve people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two,' she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.
Arabella, Hermione and Ginny grabbed the plates and went outside where Bill, Charlie and the twins were. Bill and Charlie were hovering the tables above the ground and trying to find a place to put them.
'Let's make this a bit interesting William,' said Charlie, a smile forming on his face.
'Right you are Charles,' said Bill. With a flick of his wand his table collided with Charlie's. Charlie retaliated and his table smashed into Bill's.
Fred, George and Arabella were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was torn between amusement and anxiety. Harry and Ron came out just as Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked out one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor.
'Will you keep it down?!' he bellowed.
'Sorry, Perce,' said Bill, grinning. 'How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?'
'Very badly,' said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.
By seven o'clock, the two tables were covered with dishes of Mrs Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Arabella, Harry, and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath the clear blue sky.
Arabella immediately got into a conversation with Fred, George and Charlie about the World Cup.
'It's got to be Ireland,' said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. 'They flattened Peru in the semifinals.'
'Bulgaria has got Victor Krum, though,' said Fred.
'That's only one good player,' said Arabella, pointing her knife at Fred while eating some green peas. 'Ireland's got seven.'
'I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing,' said Charlie.
'What happened?' said Harry eagerly.
'It was quite horrible,' said Arabella gloomily. 'Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten. Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg.'
Charlie was shaking his head where he was sitting.
Mr Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream. Arabella was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as she watched the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione around her.
Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy taking, then he said very quietly to Harry, 'So – have you heard from Sirius lately?'
'Yeah,' said Harry softly, 'twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here.'
'He was at my house,' whispered Arabella to Harry so that only he could hear. 'He's fine and he should be heading down South right now.'
'He came to your house?' asked Harry eagerly.
'Just for the night. We – er – had to do something with Moony together. I'll tell you about it later.'
'Look at the time,' Mrs Weasley suddenly, checking her wristwatch. 'You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the cup. Harry, Arabella, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. there might not be time after the World cup, the match went on for five days last time.'
'Wow – hope it does this time!' said Harry enthusiastically.
'Well, I certainly don't,' said Percy. 'I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days.'
'Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?' said Fred.
'That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!' said Percy, going very red in the face. 'It was nothing personal!'
'It was,' Fred whispered to Harry and Arabella as they got up from the table. 'We sent it.'
Arabella just got a glass of water and was about to go to Ginny's bedroom to sleep when she was suddenly pulled to the bathroom by someone.
'Argh – what -?' She turned around and saw that it was Harry.
'What the hell is your problem?' Arabella asked. With each word, she found a place to hit Harry.
'Ow – okay – stop it!' he tried to block her, but it was no use.
'What do you want?' snapped Arabella.
'I just wanted to know what happened when Sirius visited,' said Harry, innocently.
'And you couldn't ask me like a normal person? You just had to pull me into the bathroom with a warning,' said Arabella, crossing her arms irritated.
Harry shrugged sheepishly and Arabella sighed.
'Okay, well, we had some breakfast in the morning – he eats like a pig by the way – then we visited my mother's grave.'
'Oh,' said Harry, looking uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed. 'I'm sorry, I didn't –'
'It's okay, not your fault,' said Arabella, waving him off.
'How was he when… you guys – er –'
'He was sad, we were all sad,' said Arabella, felling a bit miserable.
'Sorry,' said Harry, looking down at his shoes, then he pulled Arabella into a gentle hug. Arabella sighed, closed her eyes and slowly eased into the hug. It was nice.
'We mostly talked about my mom. He seemed to be really happy doing that,' mumbled Arabella into Harry's shoulders. He nodded.
Arabella pulled away slightly and looked at Harry's face.
'Thank you,' she said.
'For what?' he mumbled.
'The hug,' said Arabella, noticing how green his eyes were looking. They were a magnificent, deep green colour that she almost got lost in.
'No problem,' said Harry absentmindedly.
They stood like this for a while. Harry's hands on Arabella's hips, while her hands where on his shoulders. And very, very slowly, Harry's face inched closer towards hers. Arabella felt a blush creeping on her neck. She did not move away from him, but pulled him closer by placing her hands on his hips. He was so closer, she could fell his breath getting –
The bathroom door flew open and Harry and Arabella jumped away from each other. On the other side of the open door were Bill, Charlie, Ron, Fred, and George. They were all grinning wickedly at Harry and Arabella.
'What are you doing?' said George, looking quite evil.
'Nothing,' said Harry and Arabella instantly.
'Really?' said Bill, raising his eyebrow. 'Doesn't look like nothing.'
'It's nothing,' said Harry. 'We were just – er – we were…'
'Talking,' said Arabella quickly. 'We were talking.'
'I never talked to girls in the bathroom like this,' teased Charlie.
'That's because you never had any girls in the house,' said Bill.
'I mean Hogwarts, but we're getting off topic,' said Charlie. 'What is going on?'
'Yes,' said Fred, looking at the two of them with a wicked grin.
'What is going on?' said George.
'Do we need to defend your honour, Lady Arabella?' said Fred.
'No,' said Arabella, shortly. 'Nothing happened.'
'Yeah, we're just friends,' said Harry hastily. Arabella felt something drop in her stomach.
'Yeah,' said Arabella, putting on a smile, 'just friends. Excuse me.'
Arabella moved past them and went to Ginny's room, where she was bunking with her and Hermione.
They boys looked at Harry with annoyed looks.
'What did I say?' said Harry.
'You called her your friend,' said Bill, shaking his head.
'And…' said Harry, clearly not understanding.
'Harry, mate, you don't call someone you like, and someone who likes you, your friend,' said Ron, finally speaking. He was shaking his head at his best friend's stupidity.
'So I –'
'Messed up,' said Bill.
'Big time,' said Fred and George.
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