Living in the life of Ron, Hermione and Harry
(Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling)
Chapter 1 (Ron)
Dear Journal, (since this is my first entry, I thought you ought to know my family)
My two twin brothers, Fred and George are really twitty jokers and I hate them. Percy, a perfect prefect, yuck. Ginny, zit faced and a huge fan of Harry. Bill, my older older older brother is far away. That's sort of what I remember of my family. Mom and Dad, normal.
"Ron, do you happen to have an autograph from Harry?" asked Ginny. Ginny couldn't hide her love of Harry.
"Of course not Ginny! He's my friend and friends don't do that!" Ginny looked glum, and slowly walked out of the room. Gosh, that Ginny. She obviously thinks I treat my best friend like the celebrity he is.
"Breakfast, Ronnikins!" called Fred. George added, "Ickle!" and they both laughed hysterically. I walked down the steps.
"You think my name is funny, do you?" I had learned that line from Malfoy in the first year. I was not at Hogwarts yet, but I was just about ready to go.
"Today, it's today!" sang Mum. "Ron, Ginny and Fred and George go to Hogwarts!" Wow, Mum. we've all been to Hogwarts before.
"Wow Mum," I said shrilly. "We've all been to Hogwarts before."
"But this year Freddy and Georgy are graduating!" Mum sang, and I smirked at "Freddy and Georgy."
They both gave me a look, and I nearly laughed out loud when Mum but Dad's graduation hat on "Georgy" and her hat on "Freddy". Fred couldn't take it.
"Mum!" he snapped. "We have a year left!" Mum stopped humming her little Barney tune and turned to Fred.
"Freddy!" she cried. "I cannot believe you! When Percy had his last year-" Fred and George began talking with her, "He leapt out of bed.'
"Whatever, Mum," stammered George. Mum glared at "Georgy". Ginny decided to change the subject.
"I would like eggs please Mum," she said. Georgy and Freddy shot her a thank you look. Mum nodded, and asked, "Ronnie? What would you like?"
"Mum, it's Ron. Ron. And I would like a cream cheese sandwich please."
"Fred and George?" snorted Mum.
"Same as Ronnie," they said in unison. They looked at each other and laughed.
"Percy?" asked Mum. Percy was down the stairs in a flash. Whenever he heard the name "Percy" he would race down.
"Mum, I would like sunnyside up, please."
"Percy baby, you are so polite," Mum commented. I said please, too!
"You too, Ronnie," Mum said, as if reading my mind. "You too Ginny! As for you two troublesome twins," she began, pointing two spoons at them, "you are sooo rude!" She said it in this little dainty voice, but when she said rude it was pretty angrily.
"Mum's," sneered Georgy. Georgy and Freddy laughed their mysterious laugh as if they were planning something. When breakfast was over, Mr. Weasley, (my dad, or should I say mum and dud? Mum and Dad sounds better) walked in, straightened his tie, slammed down his huge hands, and said,
"Good Morning, y'all!"
"Dad? Are ye feeling right?" I played along. Dad never used to act so foolish. But I guess today he was.
"Sure, sonny! Hey Mama, dance with me!" he linked arms with Mum and danced around the room. I reached out to pat Ginny, but I noticed she had fainted.
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(Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling)
Chapter 1 (Ron)
Dear Journal, (since this is my first entry, I thought you ought to know my family)
My two twin brothers, Fred and George are really twitty jokers and I hate them. Percy, a perfect prefect, yuck. Ginny, zit faced and a huge fan of Harry. Bill, my older older older brother is far away. That's sort of what I remember of my family. Mom and Dad, normal.
"Ron, do you happen to have an autograph from Harry?" asked Ginny. Ginny couldn't hide her love of Harry.
"Of course not Ginny! He's my friend and friends don't do that!" Ginny looked glum, and slowly walked out of the room. Gosh, that Ginny. She obviously thinks I treat my best friend like the celebrity he is.
"Breakfast, Ronnikins!" called Fred. George added, "Ickle!" and they both laughed hysterically. I walked down the steps.
"You think my name is funny, do you?" I had learned that line from Malfoy in the first year. I was not at Hogwarts yet, but I was just about ready to go.
"Today, it's today!" sang Mum. "Ron, Ginny and Fred and George go to Hogwarts!" Wow, Mum. we've all been to Hogwarts before.
"Wow Mum," I said shrilly. "We've all been to Hogwarts before."
"But this year Freddy and Georgy are graduating!" Mum sang, and I smirked at "Freddy and Georgy."
They both gave me a look, and I nearly laughed out loud when Mum but Dad's graduation hat on "Georgy" and her hat on "Freddy". Fred couldn't take it.
"Mum!" he snapped. "We have a year left!" Mum stopped humming her little Barney tune and turned to Fred.
"Freddy!" she cried. "I cannot believe you! When Percy had his last year-" Fred and George began talking with her, "He leapt out of bed.'
"Whatever, Mum," stammered George. Mum glared at "Georgy". Ginny decided to change the subject.
"I would like eggs please Mum," she said. Georgy and Freddy shot her a thank you look. Mum nodded, and asked, "Ronnie? What would you like?"
"Mum, it's Ron. Ron. And I would like a cream cheese sandwich please."
"Fred and George?" snorted Mum.
"Same as Ronnie," they said in unison. They looked at each other and laughed.
"Percy?" asked Mum. Percy was down the stairs in a flash. Whenever he heard the name "Percy" he would race down.
"Mum, I would like sunnyside up, please."
"Percy baby, you are so polite," Mum commented. I said please, too!
"You too, Ronnie," Mum said, as if reading my mind. "You too Ginny! As for you two troublesome twins," she began, pointing two spoons at them, "you are sooo rude!" She said it in this little dainty voice, but when she said rude it was pretty angrily.
"Mum's," sneered Georgy. Georgy and Freddy laughed their mysterious laugh as if they were planning something. When breakfast was over, Mr. Weasley, (my dad, or should I say mum and dud? Mum and Dad sounds better) walked in, straightened his tie, slammed down his huge hands, and said,
"Good Morning, y'all!"
"Dad? Are ye feeling right?" I played along. Dad never used to act so foolish. But I guess today he was.
"Sure, sonny! Hey Mama, dance with me!" he linked arms with Mum and danced around the room. I reached out to pat Ginny, but I noticed she had fainted.
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