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Mischief Managed

Chapter One – The New Marauders' Attack

For such a stuffed house there was a peaceful silence, maybe because it wasn't even seven in the morning, maybe because I have such a heavy sleep.

I hadn't felt so comfortable as now for such a long time, not that at my bedroom back at my parents' house I wasn't used to have peaceful naps, but I was at the Burrow, surrounded by my cousins Roxy, Dom and Lily.

Also, I could smell, or I was dreaming... Nana Molly's delicious homemade breakfast, the freshness from the typical English countryside coming from the yard through the open window, and the bright sun rays were warming the dark room.

It felt like home and I just loved this sensation.

I also loved not being disturbed, but with twelve cousins and one of them being James Sirius Potter and the other Fred Weasley II I hardly ever got what I wanted.

"WAKE UP, LADIES! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!" my dear cousin James 'the prat' II shouted after smashing our door in the wall.

He liked to have his presence noticed.

"Get out, you prat" Lily whispered.

"I AM THE OLDER BROTHER, I ORDER, YOU OBEY!" James shouted out loud.

Doesn't he just know how to speak in a normal tone? What is wrong with him?

"I'M GONNA HEX YOU!" Lily threatened her brother, who just left the room without saying a word.

I opened one of my eyes, curiously glancing at my cousins.

"Did he just left?" Roxy asked incredulous.

The feeling was general.

James was annoying to death, he just didn't leave us alone for being scolded.

He always kept pushing until our patience had reached the limit. And sometimes he exceeded, laughing at you after it.

"Please, I just want to sleep…" Dom moaned, always the sleepyhead.

But before we could even close our eyes again the door was slightly opened and something was thrown into the middle of the bedroom floor.

"What is…" and just as Lily asked, what looked like a magic cube started to jump around, turning to louder and bigger fireworks.

There were rays of electric blue, pink bubble gum, canary yellow and bright green and unstoppable noises.

Dom started to yell scared, Roxy hid under her bed sheets and Lily looked annoyed as ever.

Loud and heavy footsteps could be heard descending the stairs. Parents.

Their bedrooms were above ours since the Burrow had to be extended due to the large number of new family members and following the hierarchy, the oldest the better.

"HEY, IT'S MY PROTOTYPE" uncle George yelled, entering the bedroom "Where did you girls get it?"

"Dad, you are not so naïve, your son is Fred and your nephew and Fred's best friend is James, who do you think that did it?" Roxy asked cleverly.

Sometimes she and Uncle George looked like a mother talking to her son, not the other way round.

That's my family.

He realized how foolish he had been.

Aunt Ginny, on the other hand, walked straight after her older room without even giving us a glance and shouting for James, as she already knew that loud catastrophic events had his digital prints.

"Is anyone harmed?" mum asked me, analyzing my face.

"No, I was having the perfect sleep when James had to be himself before seven in the morning with Fred's little help and disturb me" I grumpily complained.

The fireworks still were shouting loud and colourful. And I could see Dom and Lily's annoyed faces.

"Uncle George, make it stop, please" Lily asked, making her famous pouting to convince him to do what she wanted without hesitate.

Lily has such a power over everybody sometimes.

"Well, that's why it's still a prototype, I don't know how to stop it…" he said graceless "At least works fantastically, and I have to thank the boys for testing it. Good morning, ladies!" and he left nonchalantly.

"Since everybody is awake, you adolescents need to hurry, the portkey is set to leave soon!" mum said while trying to stop the fireworks.

All us girls groaned, Lily headed to the bathroom to take a shower while Roxy was brushing her teeth.

Dom got back to sleep because she was worst than me when it was about sleeping and I started to tidy my bed.

It would be a long day.

As Roxy, Dom, Lily, Molly, Lucy, Hugo, Louis and I were taking Nana's delicious breakfast while my father and uncle Harry were outside with my mum putting our essential needs to camping in her small enchanted purse, it felt like being in heaven and hell at the same time.

Heaven because I was eating everything Nana had cooked, making piles over my plate. I felt so fortunate for this abundance of happiness.

On the other way I could listen to aunt Ginny's furiously scolding over James and Fred, and sometimes uncle George's fake agreement between trying-to-be discreet laughs.

He was worst than my two cousins together. If uncle Fred was still here the four of them could be the new Marauders that uncle Harry talked so much about.

"I just love the strong, independent and tough women of this family" I said with my mouth full of eggs.

I had to point it out.

"Do you ever stop eating, Weasley?" a ferret's squeaky voice came into my ears.

It was too soon to call it heaven.

"Sod off, Malfoy" I snapped at him, putting more food on my plate.

If we are going to camp I don't know where I had to make the best of this marvellous cooking.

"Language, Rosie" Albus retorted.

He was such a traitor, I'm his favourite cousin and best friend and he took his other best friend's side, doesn't blood still counts on loyalty?

Lily just rolled her eyes mocking at Albus' hypocrisy of scolding me although his usual lack of manners.

"Good morning to you too, ray of sunshine!" Malfoy mocked at me, taking one of my beautiful and carefully selected eggs.

I slapped at his hand, but it was too late.

"How dare you?" I asked angry while he gave me a sarcastic smile and dirty wink.

Not in the sexual way. There was nothing sexual between us. Never. Ever.

Dom and Roxy laughed at my typical exchange with Malfoy of constant bickering and annoying each other. It was almost a sport for us, I guess.

Sometimes I get some fun but usually he really just pisses me of. That arrogant git.

For those who are wondering, how on Earth is a Malfoy seated at a table full of Weasleys and Potters taking breakfast with us and not being strange at all, except for me?

Well, my dear cousin Albus had to befriend him and not only had he done it as he brought him to the Burrow on Second Year.

Since then, Malfoy never stopped coming.

To my lonely disgrace.

I really hoped by that time that our parents and relatives would freak out but instead they were very respectful and comprehensive and forgiven.

How boring.

I expected some reluctance, but even my father accepted Malfoy after he stated that he supported the Chudley Cannons.

Dad sold his soul to that blonde haired and silver eyed and 6'2 tall called Scorprat Malfoy.

Dom called him the personification of the gods of Greek Mythology.

I told her to get a life.

Unfortunately, everybody in my whole family seems to at least appreciate his presence.

I have the theory that he bewitched all my family with dark magic but it just didn't affect me because I have a better sense of judgement and could see through this farce.

"YOU TWO ARE NOT GOING UNTIL YOU GROW UP!" I was scared by Aunt Ginny's yelling.

She must be so intimidating right now.

She and Nana were the only ones that could stop the two prats of making a mess.

"YOU ARE SEVENTEEN, FOR MERLIN'S BEARD!"

"Someone is in trouble..." Al sang happily. He loved seeing James getting in trouble.

It meant he would have peace.

"Blimey! It's time, come on!" my dad called us just as we finished eating.

"Enjoy your time, children! Dom, you should take more food with you, you are looking too thin. Lily, take care of Albus. Rosie and Scorp, don't argue. Molly, remember your uncles to stop at the Scamanders. Roxy, keep an eye on your father" Nana Molly gave us all gentle hugs, as usual.

We said goodbye to our mothers and grandpa Arthur, all of them with strange smiles on their faces.

"What?" Hugo asked to mum, she just didn't master the art of lying.

"You are looking so strange today..." Louis agreed, looking at aunt Fleur, who just winked at us.

Al, Malfoy, Roxy, Lily, Hugo, Louis, Molly, Lucy, my father, uncle Harry, uncle George and I started walking along the path to Stoatshead Hill.

Lily was talking to Hugo and Louis about some Quidditch strategies, her bright red hair in a ponytail that highlighted her chocolate brown eyes. She looked so much like aunt Ginny, Nana always had a tear in her eyes while making this comparison.

She was so sweet. I really loved my Nana.

Bad thing I had to share her with uncles, aunties, parents, brother, cousins and aggregates like Malfoy and Teddy.

But Teddy actually is part of the family.

Dom and Roxy were talking about Dom's holidays at her grandparents house in France and when she escaped to Paris with her cousin Genevieve and her sister Victoire.

She, compared to all the girls of the family, was the most outstanding and impulsive and fearless.

I admired her for such a captivating personality. Besides her one-eight veela beauty, with strawberry blonde wavy hair in a long bob cut, her light blue eyes.

She is stunning.

Albus, Malfoy and Lucy were debating whether aunt Ginny would have mercy and let Fred and James join us on this small family (and aggregates) adventure before school term, I doubted, knowing my beloved godmother, her temper and how she used to deal with her troublemakers son and nephew.

Molly was in the front line with my father, uncle Harry and uncle George, taking the lead to the Scamander's peculiar house.

It had been restored to its old version, when it was the Lovegood's house, before being destroyed by some Death Eaters, dad told me when I was seven.

Mum used to get mad with him and his irresponsibility for telling me "inappropriate stories", but I always had interest about the Second Wizard War that my parents and godfather were the main characters.

Dad used to tell me those stories hidden from mum and I thought he was so creative.

I don't know if I got sad or really excited when I discovered he was not creative and that it really had happened.

"Oh, hey ya Weasleys, Potters and Malfoy, I brought butterbeer cork necklaces to keep away the Nargles. Here!" Lysander, with his platinum locks and wide blue eyes, said in a dreamy voice, handing everybody one of the necklaces.

"Hmm, thanks mate..." Albus said politely, putting his and Malfoy's necklace on Scorpius himself, who stared at him annoyed.

Finally Al did something memorable.

"How odd..." Hugo started whispering and Louis elbowed him on his ribs.

My brother has no filter, just like dad.

"Well, we better get going!" Lysander's identical twin, but not so literally over the moon, Lorcan, said, smiling affectingly at his brother.

Lily sighed by my side, looking at him with glittering eyes.

Oh, yeah, she always had a thing for him, although he is at my year, being two years older than her.

Age has never been a problem for Lily, actually.

"Bye, mother!"

Aunt Luna whispered something very fast at uncle Harry's ear, making both of them smile.

What is going on, for Merlin's sake?

She waved us goodbye, mentioning the Moon Frogs or something like this.

It still took us another hour to finally get into the top of Stoatshead Hill, from where we had a bucolic view of Ottery St. Catchpole, with the Burrow highlighting at the homogeneous landscape with its numerous extensions.

We admired the valley for a while, breathing heavily after our climbing. Actually dad was almost dying, complaining about making such an effort.

"It's good to be back here, it's been almost thirty years uh?" I heard uncle George speaking in a very low tone to my dad and uncle Harry but without really worrying too much since my cousins were very loud when complaining.

Being back? Almost thirty years?

Why would them, the laziest people I've ever know, beside my godfather, climb Stoatshead Hill?

I did some maths.

Then my head clicked and I almost jumped to my feet.

How could we not remember? My cousins and I were so idiot at times.

We begged for them to let us do it but they just refused the whole time.

What a bunch of liars!

I got so excited that didn't see when I tripped over someone and fell over the person's body.

My karma is so strong that it had to be…

"You're so heavy Weasley, watch your steps for Merlin!" Malfoy groaned.

Well, at least I had pissed him even without doing it on purpose.

I just rolled my eyes at his words.

It just seemed the same complaining for me from the other thousand times, it just came to my ears as babbling.

I tried to stand up, but he kept my legs entangled with his, trying to keep his laugh inside his filthy mouth while watching me struggling in vain to recompose myself.

"Let go off me, ferret!" I yelled angrily at him, I hated feeling incapable.

Mainly if it was Malfoy who was leading me to that incapability of standing up and punching him in the face properly.

"Are these the only things you can pronounce based on your restricted limited vocabulary?" he mocked at me.

He was so annoying. Have I ever said that?

"Albus, please, control your puppy" I ordered to Al with my threatening typical glance, exclusive to my cousins and Malfoy, who gave me that annoying smile, pinching me in my thigh.

Merlin, kill me!

"You didn't, you prick!" I almost threw up at him, he didn't have the right to even touch me.

"Don't be such a prude, Weasley!" but before he could even say anything else I pinched his butt painfully, which made him squeal and get so astonished that I managed to disentangled from him.

I tried to throw him one of his smirks, but I just didn't know how to differ what was flirty and how would be mocking, so it probably came out very strange.

I'm such a loser at times.

I turned my back to Malfoy, who was still dumbfounded on the floor, with Albus looking between his best friend and his favourite cousin without a reaction, scratching the back of his head.

The point is, I know where we are really going and I am so excited that when my father yelled at us to join him around the old and rusty can of paint, I was the first to jump to hold it, giving him an 'I already know your plan' to dad, one of those that my mum always threw at him.

As he smiled at me with a 'Not surprised but I wanted that you were not so clever as your mum' look I just laughed.

After all, I was Hermione Granger's daughter, for Merlin's beard.

Before I could say anything else my ocean blue eyes locked with Malfoy's grey ones like if they never had met before, the electricity ran through my body, like if there was a storm coming.

He winked at me mischievously, he already knew what was going on as well.

Does he read minds? Or do I underestimate his intelligence?

Then, interrupting my own silly thoughts, I felt an odd sensation pulling me into my own bellybutton like if I were being teleported to my stomach's galaxy.

There would be plenty of Nana's eggs and toasted bread, for sure.

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