Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter concepts or characters, I am merely borrowing them, hopefully for the entertainment of others and trying to throw in a few ideas of my own. I am not making a profit in any way by writing this story! It's just for fun and hopefully for people to tell me they like the story! Comments are always welcome, nice and constructive. Please don't flame me, I'm an inexperienced practicing writer and if you don't like the story you don't have to read it! Also note I'm an Australian so if I use any funny words you know why.

Note: This story took a different direction then I expected. I started off with a fluffy 'Ron meets the muggles' kind of humour story, but it developed into something more serious with a look at the characters and how they might be feeling after the events of OOTP. Anyway I hope you like it, this is my first attempt at a humour story too so I hope it qualifies!…………

Due to a comment made by one of my reviewers and out of respect for them and the culture of the story I have written, I have once more updated this story to fix some errors that we made on my behalf! Most importantly SOCCER is called FOOTBALL in England! Also the game Billiards is called Pool in England!

Thank you 'Weaslyless' for your advice, I hope I have amended all mistakes:-)

Here's the story

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Chapter One- For the want of a feather a bird was plucked….

If someone were to assign blame for the events that happened on this day it would greatly depend on your point of view. However in the interest of saving time and pointing fingers (or wands for that matter), it would be best to start at the beginning and the suggestion that sparked the crazy events that occurred on this day.

"Feathers?" George frowned at the list Fred had given him of potion ingredients.

"Where in Diagon Alley am I going to find feathers at this time of morning?" He lazily scanned the area as if expecting a bird to drop from the sky into his hands, as no birds were forthcoming however, he headed toward the Owl Emporium only to be stopped by Mundungas slamming into him from around the corner.

"Mundungas, you could be the man for this type of job" George handed him the list, trying to ignore the curiosity that had drawn his eyes to Mundungas's bag. He wasn't the type of person to encourage questions.

"Feathers?" Mundungas rolled his eyes.

"Give me a challenge why don't ya? Here take these, genuine, first class quality. Etcetera, Etcetera" George grinned, not even caring about the extravagance he of course was charged for the purchase. He and Fred had been working on their latest invention for the last few weeks and finally the time had arrived for the experimental phase. Working off an idea they had seen once, while visiting a muggle party (this being a rousing rendition of the chicken dance), they had decided to invent a sweet that once swallowed would cause the consumer to quack like and act like a chicken.

Fred was sure this would go down very well at Hogwarts and so they planned to convince their parents to allow Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny to stay with them for the rest of the day after they had purchased their school supplies.

Surprisingly the agreement was made, under the stern condition that Bill be sort to accompany them home at night. After saying goodbye to their parents he and Fred had told them all that they would meet them over at the Leaky Cauldron later that afternoon. By this time the 'chicken chuckers' (the name also being in it's beginning test phase) would be ready for trail and should provide an interesting afternoons entertainment.

At least this had been the plan, until he and Fred arrived at the Leaky Cauldron with their finished product, to find Seamus Flannigan dressed all in white and jabbering excitedly about the World Cup Final against France.