A Ferret Among Weasleys.
Written by Serena_S_Snape.
Authors note: contrary to Malfoy disgracing the name of ferrets, Ferrets are incredible, hyper, fun animals that are very mischievous and sneaky. They'll steal you blind if you let them, but your belongings are always hidden for fun, under something like a sofa or bed.
This story focuses on Ginny, and it's not a romance or any of that junk. As I'm thinking of what I'll write, right now, I'm thinking something along the lines of humor. Also, don't waste your breath flaming me on trivial matters, such as Capitalized words in the middle of sentences, *G* or that I've somehow miswritten how the British school system is set up, forgive me, I have enough troubles with German and American school systems, let alone the British, lol. I very rarely "Take chances", as in make an assumption about something from the Harry potter books that hasn't actually been written by JK Rowling. So trust me when I say that I just about always double check something before I write, i.e. class schedules or what not.
Anyway, enough of my blather, it's not mine... you know that. Hopefully my mindless stories can help tide you over until the next HP book is released.
Chapter one: what explosion?
The small red headed girl sat at the head of her bed, leaning against the pillow propped against the wall as she read a novelization of some muggle movie.
"The explosion racked the serene mountain landscape, and sent an avalanche of snow, rock and ice screaming down after the heroine, who desperately tried to outrun it with her snow mobile."
"Muggles" the freckle-faced girl shook her head. Any decent witch or wizard would simply use a shielding charm to protect them while the snow went past.
Suddenly, an explosion similar to what the young girl imagined in her book racked the house.
"Here comes the avalanche." The girl mused to herself, moments before the voice of her mom boomed up the stairs, while she climbed them, heading for the boys room.
By the boys, of course, the girl was thinking of two in particular, Fred and George, twins. The girl, nearing fifteen years of age, was named Ginny Weasley, and she took a moment to consider the 'boys' in her family.
There was Bill, Her favorite brother. The oldest. And Charlie, second oldest. Next came Percy the prat, whom Ginny was absolutely livid at for being so rude to dad and mum, then the twins, who were great for comic relief; and the youngest of the boys, Ronald, or Ron, as he normally went by. Prat wasn't a good word for him. Ginny considered a decent name to call him. Thick? He was definitely thick, but it didn't seem a good single word to call him. Wait. She'd read a good word earlier in her book that seemed to fit in perfectly. Quickly she flipped back a couple chapters. Ah, Yes. Dumbass. Perfect. Ron the Dumbass.
Happy with herself for having labeled her brother, Ginny returned to her book, only moments before Ron burst into the room.
"GINNY!" he shouted, face red with excitement, one hand on the doorknob, and one hand on the door jam.
"Yes Dum...Ron?" she asked, cocking her right eyebrow at him.
"Did you see what Fred and George did? They." he trailed off, sniggering wildly. He released the doorknob to wipe a tear from his eye before letting go of the door jam and entering the room unwelcomed.
"No, but I'll wager you're going to tell me." Ginny replied, bored.
"Yes, well, they managed to blow up the bath with one of their crackers." He giggled.
"So?" Ginny pressed, eager to have Ron out of her room so she could continue reading.
"So, dad was taking a bath!" Ron howled with laughter.
"Careful Ron, you'll wet yourself again." Ginny groaned. Normally she might have found this antic humorous, but due to the fact that her parents were already cross with Fred and George...well, it was pretty easy to tell that dinner would be a little...tense.
"Again?" Ron asked, frowning. "But I haven't...no, that was from the explosion, I didn't wet myself! The water from the bath..." his face, ears and neck went a brilliant shade of crimson. Quickly he backed from the room and closed the door.
"Another day in paradise." Ginny mused, returning to her book.
-
The days were closing in on the return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and thanks to the twins' joke shop doing so well, for the first time in her life, Ginny had an all new set of robes, books and even a new shiny quill to start her fifth year of school with.
Ginny was glad the twins joke shop was doing so well, after all, mum would be a lot more cross about them quitting school to open it if it weren't. But in all reality, Weasleys wizarding wheezes was doing great, it was all the twins could do to keep up a stock.
It was less then a week before the return to school when the twins presented Ginny, in private, a small green wrapped package.
"Don't let mum see it." George warned.
"Or dad." Fred agreed. "Don't even open it until you get to hogwarts."
The twins nodded.
"What is it?" Ginny asked earnestly, fingering the gold ribbon on it gingerly.
"Well, we decided." Fred began quietly. "That since we're not at school anymore, we want to make sure the Weasley tradition continues."
"Not that prefect rubbish, but important traditions." George added.
"Like mischief?" Ginny grinned deviously.
"Exactly." Both twins looked overly serious. "We can't go into detail," Fred continued. "But trust us, it will help you on your way to Weasley glory."
Ginny was beside herself, she giggled excitedly.
"Shhh." Fred raised a finger to his lips to silence her. "This is serious. Promise us you'll take it seriously."
"Absolutely." Ginny nodded seriously.
"Great" Fred sniggered slightly, in spite of himself, and then shook Ginny's hand.
"Oh, and we'll need someone to show off our new merchandise at hogwarts, if you want to earn some galleons over the school year." George whispered.
"Right." Ginny replied.
Holding the green and gold wrapped gift reverently, the girl raced up the stairs to her room to hide her package.
-
The morning to return, once more, to Hogwarts, Fred knocked gently on Ginny's bedroom door. Hearing a slight gasp inside, he opened it and peered in.
"All Right, Ginny?" Fred asked, looking at his little sister, who stared at him with wide eyes.
"Fine. Thought you were mum." She whispered.
"Where'd you hide it, then? In your trunk?"
"Of course not." Ginny shook her head. "You know mum always sorts through it, making sure there aren't any socks left in there over the summer."
"Right. Good thinking." Fred grinned, shutting the door before he sat down on her bed.
"So, what is it?" Ginny asked quickly and quietly.
"Blimey Ginny, you haven't opened it yet?" Fred asked incrediously.
"Of course not, you told me not to." Ginny replied.
"Mum told you not to open your birthday card until your birthday, but you did anyway." Fred commented.
"That's different." Ginny replied seriously. "For all I know, you've set some kind of security jinx on it that'll explode if I open it too soon."
"You're brilliant, do you know that?" Fred grinned. "And you know George and I too well. I should find this disturbing, but since you're on our side, I won't."
"On your side?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, not mum's, you know better then to take the world too seriously. Life's about making people laugh, and about scaring as many muggles as possible. Remember that, and you'll do fine." He nodded seriously, and took to his feet. "Oh, and there is a security jinx on it. Don't open it until after dinner."
"Right." Ginny replied, and pulled the package from under a stuffed golden Labrador, to her trunk, beneath her history of magic text.
Fred nodded his approval and left the bedroom after the trunk was shut.
Written by Serena_S_Snape.
Authors note: contrary to Malfoy disgracing the name of ferrets, Ferrets are incredible, hyper, fun animals that are very mischievous and sneaky. They'll steal you blind if you let them, but your belongings are always hidden for fun, under something like a sofa or bed.
This story focuses on Ginny, and it's not a romance or any of that junk. As I'm thinking of what I'll write, right now, I'm thinking something along the lines of humor. Also, don't waste your breath flaming me on trivial matters, such as Capitalized words in the middle of sentences, *G* or that I've somehow miswritten how the British school system is set up, forgive me, I have enough troubles with German and American school systems, let alone the British, lol. I very rarely "Take chances", as in make an assumption about something from the Harry potter books that hasn't actually been written by JK Rowling. So trust me when I say that I just about always double check something before I write, i.e. class schedules or what not.
Anyway, enough of my blather, it's not mine... you know that. Hopefully my mindless stories can help tide you over until the next HP book is released.
Chapter one: what explosion?
The small red headed girl sat at the head of her bed, leaning against the pillow propped against the wall as she read a novelization of some muggle movie.
"The explosion racked the serene mountain landscape, and sent an avalanche of snow, rock and ice screaming down after the heroine, who desperately tried to outrun it with her snow mobile."
"Muggles" the freckle-faced girl shook her head. Any decent witch or wizard would simply use a shielding charm to protect them while the snow went past.
Suddenly, an explosion similar to what the young girl imagined in her book racked the house.
"Here comes the avalanche." The girl mused to herself, moments before the voice of her mom boomed up the stairs, while she climbed them, heading for the boys room.
By the boys, of course, the girl was thinking of two in particular, Fred and George, twins. The girl, nearing fifteen years of age, was named Ginny Weasley, and she took a moment to consider the 'boys' in her family.
There was Bill, Her favorite brother. The oldest. And Charlie, second oldest. Next came Percy the prat, whom Ginny was absolutely livid at for being so rude to dad and mum, then the twins, who were great for comic relief; and the youngest of the boys, Ronald, or Ron, as he normally went by. Prat wasn't a good word for him. Ginny considered a decent name to call him. Thick? He was definitely thick, but it didn't seem a good single word to call him. Wait. She'd read a good word earlier in her book that seemed to fit in perfectly. Quickly she flipped back a couple chapters. Ah, Yes. Dumbass. Perfect. Ron the Dumbass.
Happy with herself for having labeled her brother, Ginny returned to her book, only moments before Ron burst into the room.
"GINNY!" he shouted, face red with excitement, one hand on the doorknob, and one hand on the door jam.
"Yes Dum...Ron?" she asked, cocking her right eyebrow at him.
"Did you see what Fred and George did? They." he trailed off, sniggering wildly. He released the doorknob to wipe a tear from his eye before letting go of the door jam and entering the room unwelcomed.
"No, but I'll wager you're going to tell me." Ginny replied, bored.
"Yes, well, they managed to blow up the bath with one of their crackers." He giggled.
"So?" Ginny pressed, eager to have Ron out of her room so she could continue reading.
"So, dad was taking a bath!" Ron howled with laughter.
"Careful Ron, you'll wet yourself again." Ginny groaned. Normally she might have found this antic humorous, but due to the fact that her parents were already cross with Fred and George...well, it was pretty easy to tell that dinner would be a little...tense.
"Again?" Ron asked, frowning. "But I haven't...no, that was from the explosion, I didn't wet myself! The water from the bath..." his face, ears and neck went a brilliant shade of crimson. Quickly he backed from the room and closed the door.
"Another day in paradise." Ginny mused, returning to her book.
-
The days were closing in on the return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and thanks to the twins' joke shop doing so well, for the first time in her life, Ginny had an all new set of robes, books and even a new shiny quill to start her fifth year of school with.
Ginny was glad the twins joke shop was doing so well, after all, mum would be a lot more cross about them quitting school to open it if it weren't. But in all reality, Weasleys wizarding wheezes was doing great, it was all the twins could do to keep up a stock.
It was less then a week before the return to school when the twins presented Ginny, in private, a small green wrapped package.
"Don't let mum see it." George warned.
"Or dad." Fred agreed. "Don't even open it until you get to hogwarts."
The twins nodded.
"What is it?" Ginny asked earnestly, fingering the gold ribbon on it gingerly.
"Well, we decided." Fred began quietly. "That since we're not at school anymore, we want to make sure the Weasley tradition continues."
"Not that prefect rubbish, but important traditions." George added.
"Like mischief?" Ginny grinned deviously.
"Exactly." Both twins looked overly serious. "We can't go into detail," Fred continued. "But trust us, it will help you on your way to Weasley glory."
Ginny was beside herself, she giggled excitedly.
"Shhh." Fred raised a finger to his lips to silence her. "This is serious. Promise us you'll take it seriously."
"Absolutely." Ginny nodded seriously.
"Great" Fred sniggered slightly, in spite of himself, and then shook Ginny's hand.
"Oh, and we'll need someone to show off our new merchandise at hogwarts, if you want to earn some galleons over the school year." George whispered.
"Right." Ginny replied.
Holding the green and gold wrapped gift reverently, the girl raced up the stairs to her room to hide her package.
-
The morning to return, once more, to Hogwarts, Fred knocked gently on Ginny's bedroom door. Hearing a slight gasp inside, he opened it and peered in.
"All Right, Ginny?" Fred asked, looking at his little sister, who stared at him with wide eyes.
"Fine. Thought you were mum." She whispered.
"Where'd you hide it, then? In your trunk?"
"Of course not." Ginny shook her head. "You know mum always sorts through it, making sure there aren't any socks left in there over the summer."
"Right. Good thinking." Fred grinned, shutting the door before he sat down on her bed.
"So, what is it?" Ginny asked quickly and quietly.
"Blimey Ginny, you haven't opened it yet?" Fred asked incrediously.
"Of course not, you told me not to." Ginny replied.
"Mum told you not to open your birthday card until your birthday, but you did anyway." Fred commented.
"That's different." Ginny replied seriously. "For all I know, you've set some kind of security jinx on it that'll explode if I open it too soon."
"You're brilliant, do you know that?" Fred grinned. "And you know George and I too well. I should find this disturbing, but since you're on our side, I won't."
"On your side?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, not mum's, you know better then to take the world too seriously. Life's about making people laugh, and about scaring as many muggles as possible. Remember that, and you'll do fine." He nodded seriously, and took to his feet. "Oh, and there is a security jinx on it. Don't open it until after dinner."
"Right." Ginny replied, and pulled the package from under a stuffed golden Labrador, to her trunk, beneath her history of magic text.
Fred nodded his approval and left the bedroom after the trunk was shut.
