An idea struck me and Gayle as we talked about another fan fiction idea I had. Three other stories to accompany this one.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Barbie, I own nothing! Apart from that dinner lady …
This is my first story EVER (ever) on fanfiction . net. I hope I don't suck too badly.
Ron Weasley woke up at 6.45am on a Wednesday morning, showered quickly and dressed. He was welcomed down the stairs by his loving wife, Luna, and some breakfast. After inhaling the contents of the plate, he kissed Luna on the cheek and left for work.
Ron arrived at the Auror department at exactly 8 o'clock, right on time. He sat down at his desk and worked on overdue paperwork for the majority of the morning. Being an Auror was hard work; you had to write detailed reports on every call-out that you've ever had to attend to, you have to actually attend the call-outs, you have to deal with unlawful criminals who are ruining your lunch break - it was hectic! Fortunately for Ron, he enjoyed this. He remembered Auror training, with Harry. Those were silly, silly days …
"Hey, Ron! Did you get a letter this morning?" Harry asked Ron, who was helping himself to Harry's breakfast.
"I don't know …" Ron said, while chewing on some bacon, "I'll go check."
A couple of hours later, Harry walked by Ron's bedroom. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all sharing a small house on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked, poking his head around the door.
"I'm opening my mail," Ron replied. He was sitting amidst piles of letters and envelopes.
"How much mail do you get, mate?" Harry asked, picking up an unopened envelope.
"Well, it's not often I open my mail," Ron said, "I don't really have time."
"What do you mean you don't have time?" Harry asked, incredulously. "Are you telling me that you haven't opened your mail since," he paused to look at the dated letter in his hand, "three months ago?"
"No," Ron said quietly, avoiding Harry's eyes, "four months."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Harry cried. He picked up an envelope exactly like his own one. "Open this!"
Ron took the letter from his hand and opened it, using his wand to get underneath the flap. He pulled out the letter and scanned it with his blue eyes.
"I passed!" he cried, jumping up and down. "I passed Auror training, Harry! I passed!"
"So did I!" Harry shouted. He began jumping up and down too.
"We're going to be Aurors, we're going to be Aurors!" Both fully-grown men sang as they skipped around Ron's bedroom, throwing mail everywhere. Hermione, unknown to Harry and Ron, opened the bedroom door, surprised by what she saw.
"I sometimes wonder about you boys," she said as she walked away, shaking her head.
'Those were the days,' Ron thought, as he leaned back in his chair. 'I wonder how long until lunch break?' He glanced at his digital watch: 12:45. 15 minutes until he could go to the canteen. He looked around his, for once, neat desk. He had completed all his paper work and had even tidied out his drawers. He looked around his work place. No one was looking. Ron opened one of his drawers and pulled out two Barbie's, a black-haired one and a red-haired one.
Muttering under his breath, he began a conversation.
"Hey, Ron, guess what? I'm an Auror, because I can run fast!" he said, while shaking the black-haired one.
"Well, guess what, Harry? I'm a better Auror, because I can jump high and run fast!" He shook the red-haired one.
"Wow, all bow to Ron, he is the world's ruler! Yay!" Ron bent the black-haired one over several times, to give the impression of bowing. "Bye now, Ron!"
"Bye, Harry. Oh, look, it's Luna, hey, Luna! Oh, and look! It's a baby Hugo! And, oh no, it's a deformed alien baby! That one must be Harry's, it's name is Albus Severus! Ha, ha!"
"Ron, are you playing with those Barbie dolls again?" a bodiless voice called from nearby.
"No, Harry, of course not," Ron said, blushing. He shoved the dolls back into his drawer. "I'm just … uh, going for lunch now!" Ron bolted from his seat and down to the canteen. Harry walked over to Ron's desk and sat down in the swirley chair. He pulled open the drawer and pulled out the Ron Barbie and the Harry Barbie.
"Hey, Harry, I'm an Auror, what about you?" Harry muttered under his breath.
"Well, Ron, I'm a better Auror because I can jump high and-"
"Harry! Put the Barbie's down!"
"Sorry, Ron."
Other three stories should be up soon.