(A/N: Okay, so this is for my fun. Yes, I already know where they're going. *grins* I live there. Anywho, much thanks to my reviewers. Pardon the spelling mistakes, I'm fixing those when it's NOT 2AM. Later Taters.
Legal Blah-dee-Blah: I don't own Harry Potter or the Wondeful Weasleys. If I did 1.) I'd be British 2.) I'd be filthy rich and 3.) I would't be saying I didn't own it!
- Prolouge -
"Are you quite sure Arthur?" Molly Weasley twisted her fingers in the hem of her dress. "Can you afford to take off time for so long?"
Arthur Weasley smiled warmly at his wife, "Yes, Molly. The Ministry thinks I deserve it. Besides, it's only for the summer." He took up her hands in his, "Love, the kids are going to be gone after a while. Now Fred and George are out of Hogwarts, if we don't get together like this this summer, we won't have a chance for quite a while."
"Weren't we just in Egypt with them?"
"Yes, yes. That was three years ago. The kids are old enough for us to take a longer trip away his time..."
Molly's eyes widened with curioisity, "Where are you thinking?"
Arthur smiled, "Where are YOU thinking?"
- Chapter 1 -
- I - ALL OF US? TOGETHER!? -
Another rustling from the living room drew Molly away from her stove, her kids were arriving. They were certainly taking their time, Molly chided them silently.
"MUM!" Two voices called out from directly behind her and she was lifted from the ground, schreeching bloody murder.
"FRED! GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!" She yelped, her voice going hoarse.
"Yes, mum!" Fred said, pasing her over to George, who set her down and kissed her forhead.
"You looking spiffing, mum!" George proclaimed.
"Yes, just get some silverware on the table boys."
The two popped out of sight and reappeared near the corner hutch which held their utensils.
"So, mum," Fred was trying to get a count of how many forks they needed. "How many of use are going to be here?"
Molly mumbled something.
"Didn't quite catch that."
"All of us."
"ALL OF US? TOGETHER!?" The shouted, dropping what they were holding. Molly turned from teh stove and glared at the two.
"Yes, ALL OF US. And you're going to BE NICE to your siblings."
The Twins groaned like two-year-olds and finsihed their task, setting places for nine people.
- Chapter 1 -
- II - Sit, sit. PLEASE. Sit. -
Ginny bounded into the room, "Fred! George! Bill! Charlie!" She squeaked, running to each of them in turn and giving them a squeeze. "Where's Ron, mum?"
Molly shrugged and finsihed dishing out the scoff. "Arthur!" Molly shouted, causing her children to cover their ears.
"Blimey Mum!" George shouted. "Think you can get any louder?"
"ARTHUR!" She said, much louder.
"Well, my name's not Arthur, but I hope I'm welcome..."
Everyone turned to see Percy standing in the door way. Silence reigned. No one had thought about Percy, they all believed Percy didn't want to be there, yet... It was qute the contrary.
Molly's tears and wails had to be quelled, yet they wouldn't stop.
"PERCY!" She squealed, tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran to him, enveloping him in a vise-like hug.
The sound of this name brought Arthur from his room, and he stood pale faced in the opposite door way. Molly simmered down and Percy caught sight of his father. Everyone looked between the two. Percy breathed deeply and walked up to his dad ad extended his hand, "Dad."
Arthur looked down at the hand, considering it. His face showed nothing, except the fact he was looking at Percy's hand. Then in the breaking of a moment Arthur and Percy were embracing, finally fixed completely.
(A/N: I can't remember if this happened in OotP. If it did, OH WELL! I had to fer me story to work... Yeah. Back to the Wondeful Weasleys!)
Molly sniffled and put her arm around her only daughter. Ginny asked her mum where Ron was again, but Molly wasn't listening because she was motioning for everyone to sit.
"Sit, sit. PLEASE. Sit." She coaxed. Ginny slumped into her chair. A sense of dread chipped at her stomach lining.
She finally decided to be like her mum for a moment, "WHERE'S RON!?" She shouthed, effectively getting everyone's attention. A new bustle broke out... Where was Ron?
Legal Blah-dee-Blah: I don't own Harry Potter or the Wondeful Weasleys. If I did 1.) I'd be British 2.) I'd be filthy rich and 3.) I would't be saying I didn't own it!
- Prolouge -
"Are you quite sure Arthur?" Molly Weasley twisted her fingers in the hem of her dress. "Can you afford to take off time for so long?"
Arthur Weasley smiled warmly at his wife, "Yes, Molly. The Ministry thinks I deserve it. Besides, it's only for the summer." He took up her hands in his, "Love, the kids are going to be gone after a while. Now Fred and George are out of Hogwarts, if we don't get together like this this summer, we won't have a chance for quite a while."
"Weren't we just in Egypt with them?"
"Yes, yes. That was three years ago. The kids are old enough for us to take a longer trip away his time..."
Molly's eyes widened with curioisity, "Where are you thinking?"
Arthur smiled, "Where are YOU thinking?"
- Chapter 1 -
- I - ALL OF US? TOGETHER!? -
Another rustling from the living room drew Molly away from her stove, her kids were arriving. They were certainly taking their time, Molly chided them silently.
"MUM!" Two voices called out from directly behind her and she was lifted from the ground, schreeching bloody murder.
"FRED! GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!" She yelped, her voice going hoarse.
"Yes, mum!" Fred said, pasing her over to George, who set her down and kissed her forhead.
"You looking spiffing, mum!" George proclaimed.
"Yes, just get some silverware on the table boys."
The two popped out of sight and reappeared near the corner hutch which held their utensils.
"So, mum," Fred was trying to get a count of how many forks they needed. "How many of use are going to be here?"
Molly mumbled something.
"Didn't quite catch that."
"All of us."
"ALL OF US? TOGETHER!?" The shouted, dropping what they were holding. Molly turned from teh stove and glared at the two.
"Yes, ALL OF US. And you're going to BE NICE to your siblings."
The Twins groaned like two-year-olds and finsihed their task, setting places for nine people.
- Chapter 1 -
- II - Sit, sit. PLEASE. Sit. -
Ginny bounded into the room, "Fred! George! Bill! Charlie!" She squeaked, running to each of them in turn and giving them a squeeze. "Where's Ron, mum?"
Molly shrugged and finsihed dishing out the scoff. "Arthur!" Molly shouted, causing her children to cover their ears.
"Blimey Mum!" George shouted. "Think you can get any louder?"
"ARTHUR!" She said, much louder.
"Well, my name's not Arthur, but I hope I'm welcome..."
Everyone turned to see Percy standing in the door way. Silence reigned. No one had thought about Percy, they all believed Percy didn't want to be there, yet... It was qute the contrary.
Molly's tears and wails had to be quelled, yet they wouldn't stop.
"PERCY!" She squealed, tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran to him, enveloping him in a vise-like hug.
The sound of this name brought Arthur from his room, and he stood pale faced in the opposite door way. Molly simmered down and Percy caught sight of his father. Everyone looked between the two. Percy breathed deeply and walked up to his dad ad extended his hand, "Dad."
Arthur looked down at the hand, considering it. His face showed nothing, except the fact he was looking at Percy's hand. Then in the breaking of a moment Arthur and Percy were embracing, finally fixed completely.
(A/N: I can't remember if this happened in OotP. If it did, OH WELL! I had to fer me story to work... Yeah. Back to the Wondeful Weasleys!)
Molly sniffled and put her arm around her only daughter. Ginny asked her mum where Ron was again, but Molly wasn't listening because she was motioning for everyone to sit.
"Sit, sit. PLEASE. Sit." She coaxed. Ginny slumped into her chair. A sense of dread chipped at her stomach lining.
She finally decided to be like her mum for a moment, "WHERE'S RON!?" She shouthed, effectively getting everyone's attention. A new bustle broke out... Where was Ron?