CHAPTER ONE
Clouds were gathering and the skies seemed to frown on the young boy that was slowly making his way down the side of a certain house on Privet Drive. He stopped now and then as sounds from the house-mostly choked snores and slight murmuring-broke the silence around the house. Sliding cautiously down the series of sheets he had tied together, the boy then dropped the last two feet and crept towards the street. He then slipped his backpack off, checked that he hadn't forgotten anything important, and scurried away.
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A tuft of red hair burrowed deeper under its covers as two gleeful shadows danced above it.
"He'll scream bloody murder or-"
"wet his bed-"
"or maybe even-"
"both!"
Ron Weasley opened first one eye then the other. Sitting up, he stretched, momentarily shutting his eyes. He blinked and-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Footsteps pounded up the many stairs that led to Ron's brightly colored room.
The twins waved to their mother as she hurried past them.
"RONALD WEASLEY, WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU-"
She stared.
Ron's eyes were rolling from the ceiling to the walls. He seemed frozen in terror, except for his eyes, as an invisible or many invisible creatures came down to do lord-knows-what to him.
"FRED! GEORGE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR BROTHER?!"
The twins, who had been watching the spectacle with unmistakable pride, turned guiltily towards their mother.
Fred rolled his eyes. "Aww, mom, it's just a new charm we learned-"
"won't hurt wittle Ronniekins even a little-" George chimed in.
"not a bit-"
"not a twit-"
"like a our little brother here."
"Besides, it only lasts fifteen seconds-"
"bummer."
The last was said in unison, while shaking their heads in disappointment.
"What exactly does it do?" Their mother demanded, ever wary of their pranks.
George studied his nails. "Nothing much, just makes the wall crawl with spiders that are above average in size and look rather, uh-"
"hungry." Fred finished.
Clouds were gathering and the skies seemed to frown on the young boy that was slowly making his way down the side of a certain house on Privet Drive. He stopped now and then as sounds from the house-mostly choked snores and slight murmuring-broke the silence around the house. Sliding cautiously down the series of sheets he had tied together, the boy then dropped the last two feet and crept towards the street. He then slipped his backpack off, checked that he hadn't forgotten anything important, and scurried away.
**********
A tuft of red hair burrowed deeper under its covers as two gleeful shadows danced above it.
"He'll scream bloody murder or-"
"wet his bed-"
"or maybe even-"
"both!"
Ron Weasley opened first one eye then the other. Sitting up, he stretched, momentarily shutting his eyes. He blinked and-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Footsteps pounded up the many stairs that led to Ron's brightly colored room.
The twins waved to their mother as she hurried past them.
"RONALD WEASLEY, WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU-"
She stared.
Ron's eyes were rolling from the ceiling to the walls. He seemed frozen in terror, except for his eyes, as an invisible or many invisible creatures came down to do lord-knows-what to him.
"FRED! GEORGE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR BROTHER?!"
The twins, who had been watching the spectacle with unmistakable pride, turned guiltily towards their mother.
Fred rolled his eyes. "Aww, mom, it's just a new charm we learned-"
"won't hurt wittle Ronniekins even a little-" George chimed in.
"not a bit-"
"not a twit-"
"like a our little brother here."
"Besides, it only lasts fifteen seconds-"
"bummer."
The last was said in unison, while shaking their heads in disappointment.
"What exactly does it do?" Their mother demanded, ever wary of their pranks.
George studied his nails. "Nothing much, just makes the wall crawl with spiders that are above average in size and look rather, uh-"
"hungry." Fred finished.
