"Dumb George!" Ron stomped up the stairs to his bedroom. "I'll show him!"

The three-year-old redheaded boy flopped on his bed and tried to come up with ways to get back at his older brother. He watched the Chudley Cannons players zoom around in the new poster his dad recently bought him.

"That's it!" He shouted to himself.

Ron hopped off his bed and ran down flights of stairs to the area in the sitting room where his mother kept the toys.

"Wonnie!" Ginny cried, sitting on the couch, watching him.

Ron ignored her as he stared at the four toy broomsticks leaning against the wall. He knew the two most battered ones belonged to Bill and Charlie, though they didn't play with them anymore, a reason as to why he wasn't given a new toy broomstick. The problem was discerning which of the better-looking toy broomsticks belonged to George. After what felt like a full minute, Ron picked up the darker broomstick.

"Fwed and Geowge don't wike you touching their toys!" Ginny said.

"Shh, Ginny."

"I'm tay-ying!"

Ginny climbed off the couch and headed for the stairs, most likely to the twins' bedroom. Ron didn't care. They would find out eventually whether Ginny tattled or not. He was just happy that he didn't have an audience to watch him.

"I wish I was bigger," he thought after trying to break the stick over his little knee.

With that idea not working, he decided to do things simpler. After pulling out all the bristles, he knew he would have to actually find a way to break the stick to make George pay. He was just a little boy and no matter the amount of effort he put into it, he couldn't do it. Full of rage, he took the broom into the kitchen and bashed it against a chair where it splintered.

"There!" Ron smiled naughtily. "That'll show him!"

"What was that noise?" Mrs. Weasley called out from wherever she was in the house. "Is everyone all right?"

"Yes!" Ron called back.

He looked at the messes he created, first in the sitting room with the bristles and second in the kitchen with the stick. Satisfied, he headed back to his bedroom. He passed Ginny on the way.

"I'm still tay-ying!" she said.

He didn't care. The work was done. Revenge had taken place.

"RON!"

Ron woke up clutching his teddy bear in his arms. He had fallen asleep waiting for George to find the broken broomstick. He assumed that was George's voice he heard. It was hard to distinguish the twins, especially after one had been asleep. He heard someone stomping up the stairs.

"RON! HOW DARE YOU!" Fred threw open the bedroom door.

"George tooked your broomstick cause I broked his?" Ron sat up, looking at the anger etched all over Fred's face.

"His broomstick? That was my broomstick you broke!" Fred raised a wand he had found, most likely his older brother's, and spoke a spell Ron had never heard before.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Ron threw his teddy bear across the room. Well, it wasn't his teddy bear anymore. It had turned into a big hairy spider. "Kill it! Kill it! Get it out of my room!" Ron ran out the door, past his brother, and down the stairs, looking for the safety of his mother's arms. Maybe breaking the wrong twin's toy broomstick had been a huge mistake.