A/N: Hey,guys! Here's a sneak peak at the Harry Potter fanfiction I'm working on! I hope you all like it and I hope you all keep voting for LTTL AND BOB! Okay, enjoy the sneak peak!

Chapter One Teaser:

Not for the first time in her life, Ginevra Molly Weasley woke up to the outraged, booming yells of her mother. She could not make out what Fred and George- who else would be causing this kind of a ruckus so early in the morning?- had done to displease her mother, for the words were muffled by the floors separating Ginny from the bunch. But, nevertheless, she knew that it had certainly not been something her mother approved of.

Judging by the way the sun was only just rising; Ginny knew that it was too early for this.

Blimey, she thought. Couldn't they wait to do something wrong until after breakfast?

The yelling persisted for a few more minutes before ceasing, which is when Ginny decided that the situation had proved to be settled. For the moment, at least.

Throwing the covers off of her body, Ginny was greeted with warm summer's air which seemed to leak into the house from the outside. She yawned as she padded her way over to a small mirror. She glanced at herself hazily, sleep still crusted in the corners of her eyes.

She ran her hand once through her unkempt, bed-head. It quite looked like a red rat's nest. She could care less, though. It wasn't like anyone important were to see her clad in her long nightdress and hair frizzy and pointing out in all directions possible.

Ginny found herself quickly descending the stairs as the smell of breakfast wafted upwards. She was now close enough to the bunch that she could hear them talking.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" Fred's voice is the first she hears. She inwardly sighs, what exactly did they do?

"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" is the reply from her mother.

Ginny almost snorts with laughter when George protests, "They were starving him, Mum!"

Starving who? Ginny wonders as she makes her final descent to the kitchen.

"And you!" her mother says as Ginny walks into the room, freezing on the spot.

Ginny's eyes widen immensely as she spots Harry Potter- the Harry Potter- sitting at the kitchen table, gratefully taking the bread from her mother which she had buttered for him. A thousand thoughts run through Ginny's head all at once, making her dizzy.

Then, she does the only thing sensible that her mind can process.

She squeals and runs out.