A/N: Ok, thank you all for your reviews on my other story! I'm glad you all liked it. I would liked to thank snaplappl21 and bones2009 for pointing out the problem with the dialogue. I'm going to work on it! And, since I liked where I was going with that story line, and since alot of people liked it, I think I am going to continue Harry's Reaction. But right now, here's another side story! R&R!
Fred and George were sitting in the kitchen of the Burrow. Each red-head was thinking his own thoughts. George was thinking about what else they should do for their joke shop. Fred was thinking about ways the two of them could cause trouble around the house. Since it was near Christmas time, the four children currently attending Hogwarts were at the Burrow as well. Ron decided to walk into the kitchen in pursuit of something to eat. Fred and George looked at each other, a mischievous grin on each face.
"Hey Ronnikins! Anything new?" Fred asked his youngest brother.
"Yes, yes, anything new?" George echoed.
Ron was slightly confused. "What do you mean, anything new?" He asked.
"Oh nothing then," both twins said at the same time, slightly disappointed at the lack of entertainment.
Then Harry walked in, a disgruntled expression on his face. Another new opportunity! flashed through Fred's head. He nudged George in the ribs, nodding towards where Harry sat at the kitchen table.
"What's with the anger dear Potter?" George asked.
"Yes, you do seem upset!" Fred had a slight sing-song tone in his voice. Harry glared up at the both of them, but said nothing.
"Aren't you going to say anything, Harry?" Ron asked, befuddled. Usually Harry would have said something along the lines of, "nothing, I'm not mad, honestly," but instead Harry was silent.
It was Ron's turn to get glared at. "Why are you in a bad mood?" He asked hesitantly, not particularly keen on getting Harry mad at him. He knew and had seen the extent of Harry's anger.
Harry, on the other hand, just continued to glare. When Fred, George, and Ron persisted on trying to figure out the source of his bad mood, Harry decided to take his leave. He got up and walked out into the yard, where the others heard a large crashing sound.
Fred and George shared a swift glance, before they both looked towards Ron.
"Uhh... maybe we should leave before he comes back..." Ron suggested.
"Yeah, good plan." Fred said
"Sounds good to me." George agreed before all three of them ran off into the other room.
-- a few hours later --
Harry and Hermione were playing wizards chess in the sitting room while Ron and Ginny looked on.
"I play winner!" Ron called, while Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Will you pipe down? They just started playing!" She complained.
Harry and Hermione continued the game as though they couldn't hear Ron and Ginny. Harry won.
"I never win at wizards chess!" Hermione huffed, while leaning back in her chair.
"Oh, well, it's a good experience for you to loose at something. Now scoot, I'm playing next." Ron said as Hermione got up and moved into Ron's seat and he sat down opposite to Harry.
"He's right, you know." Harry pointed out, a grin on his face.
"So your in a better mood now. What was the matter earlier?" Ron observed.
Harry's grin became more pronounced. "I couldn't find my broomstick, which I needed for a practice. But I found it eventually. Fred and George had taken it." He explained.
Just then, Fred and George came in, both sporting either a black eye or a bloody lip.
"One things for sure," Fred started, "I'll never mess with Harry's Quidditch things again."
George nodded vigorously in agreement.