A/N: Wotcher, people! So, yeah… I'm back… with another one-shot for another Harry Potter challenge. Although this one will be a lot longer. This is for the If You Dare Challenge (thus, my title, "I Do Indeed Dare") by Slytherin Cat. Basically, it's this insane challenge to write up to 1000 (yes, ONE THOUSAND) stories with 1000 prompts. There's various levels—250, 500, 750, 1000—and so I'm starting with 250 and working my way up to 1000, hopefully. No word counts, just stuff. So of course, I'm doing all one-shots because I'm not out of my mind. ;) So… enjoy!

Love,

Arwen ;)

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Prompt: That is Enough

"Mum! Mum!"

Molly Weasley jerked awake, her ball of yarn and knitting needles tumbling off of her lap to the floor in a tangled heap. She glanced outside—how did it get so late?

"Mum!" Charlie burst into the house, his eyes wide with fear. Fred came hurtling in looking equally worried.

"Mummy, George fell off his broom and hurt his foot and, and—" Fred stuttered to a halt, breathing hard.

"Mum, he keeps walking on it, and I told him not to, Mum, but he won't listen to me, and…" Charlie said.

"He looks like he's going to cry!" Fred burst out anxiously.

Molly hurried outside. "Show me," she said more calmly than she felt. As much as the boys got into scrapes and banged themselves up on a daily basis, she couldn't help but worry that one day something truly serious would happen.

"I'll show you, Mother," Percy said importantly, striding up to her and guiding the way towards his younger brother.

George was limping around the garden, his seven-year-old features screwed up in pain. Molly gasped.

"Oh, Georgie! Are you alright, darling?" she exclaimed, running towards him.

George's bottom lip quivered. "I'm f-fine…" he said, sounding thoroughly unconvinced of his own statement.

"Well, sit down, dear, and let me have a look," Molly said patiently, helping him to the ground and rolling down his socks.

George's ankle was clearly broken, and she frowned, tracing the break with her finger. He yelped and finally burst into tears. Fred was by his side in an instant, throwing his arms around his brother.

"It's okay, George, it's okay!" Fred insisted, squeezing George's shoulder comfortingly. "Mum can fix it, can't you?" he assured his twin, looking confidently at Molly.

Molly smiled, pulling out her wand. "Of course, dear. This might hurt, though…"

George gave a screech of pain as the spell set his ankle, but he seemed immensely relieved.

"There, now isn't that better?" Molly said, helping George to his feet. "Although you'll have to stay off that foot for a day or too, I think…"

"Aw, but Mum…!" George wailed. Fred looked scandalized.

"Two… two days?!" he gasped, stunned. Molly raised an eyebrow at him. "But… two whole days of fun and playing and… and…" he stammered to a halt, unable to find the words adequate enough to express his shock.

"Two days and that's final," Molly said, supporting George as they walked back to the house.

"Mum, I feel fine!" George insisted. "I can go out and play now!"

"No, you won't!" Molly snapped. "You'll stay inside and do as you're told. You can play with Ginny and Ron if Fred and the others decide to go back out."

"Mum!" George started up again.

"That's enough!" Molly shouted, glaring at George; the look quelled his protests instantly and he fell into a moody silence. "No more arguments, understand? Or I'll make it three days; how's that?"

George's eyes widened and he exchanged a frantic look with Fred. They both nodded vigorously.

"Good," Molly said. They reached the house and Molly laid George on the couch with several pillows under his ankle. He mumbled his thanks, still looking slightly mutinous.

"Not a word," she said threateningly before bustling off to the kitchen, leaving the four boys to mutter crossly amongst themselves.

A bit long, I know… but I couldn't figure out a good end. :P Hope you liked it anyway