The Un-Twinned
Chapter 1
The Burrow was exploding with celebration. Obviously they, the Weasley's, felt upset about the vast number of losses, especially George's ex twin Fred. But the Weasley's and friends were most happy about the loss of another, the leader of all evil, Lord Voldemort, had finally been vanquished by the great Harry Potter. The "woops" and "yeahs", could be heard from miles around where Muggles all over were confused about millions of people in cloaks cheering around the villages doing the conga.
"Bow before me people, for I the great Harry Potter has finally killed the stupid octopus head, Voldemort," Harry yelled over the noise of friends jeering and dancing, shooting champagne bottles and shaking the little house with jumps of joy. The many wizards and witches raised their glasses and scrambled onto the floor to his feet, kissing his robes as they did so.
"Yes," smiled Harry looking down at all his followers," I am great and I know it!".
George, copied the rest, then glugged another bottle of firewhisky. He stumbled around telling many, including the ugly Mundungus, that he loved them. He pointed his wand at the muggle stereo his father had magic-ed into playing wizard music, and turned it up even louder than before and started doing the craziest dance. The rest of the gang soon copied.
"Hey look at me!" shouted Harry, feeling the attention was slipping away from him "I can do an even crazier dance than George, look look!". Harry stood upon the settee and started making strange movements that looked like he was stirring potion whilst kicking his legs in a weird manner. He muttered under his breath that only George could hear," Yes the attention is mine, all mine!"
George started to get angry, he was un-twinned, and now Harry was stealing his dance time. He stood upon the opposite settee and started making even weirder movements which looked like he was stroking a hippogriff, whilst kicking his legs out like a leprechaun. This was it, time for a wizard dance off!
People all around the room where applauding George and Harry's peculiar dance moves.
"STOP!", someone shouted from the far side of the room, when George looked he saw who it was.
"STOP I SAY!", yelled Hagrid over the noise of cheers. The house became silent all of a sudden, they all stared at Hagrid. He stepped into the centre of the room, in between the two sofas, with his arms in the air to keep the silence. He shook his head, George wondered what was going to happen.
Unexpectedly Hagrid raised his voice again,"THIS'S HOW YOU DANCE!". He made the most strange, yet amazing dance moves George had ever seen. He looked as if he was riding a motorbike whilst trying to shake his ginormous shoes off. George starred in awe, he couldn't keep his eyes off him, his flabbergasting moves made all of his angry and sad feelings go away. It seemed to have the same affect on everyone else too, Harry jumped off the sofa and joined in, and so did the rest of the people. George, too leapt down from the sofa and engaged in the best dancing he had ever set eyes on.
Thus continued the best celebration ever, Voldemort was dead, people had died but not in vain, -the world was good again.
