PROLOGUE
It was another normal Sunday afternoon at the Burrow.
Molly Weasley was sitting quietly on her rocking chair, knitting. Though it was months before Christmas, the family had gotten so big that she had to start making the sweaters earlier.
She had put down a small ball of lilac colored yarn and smiled.
"Tired mum?" someone asked.
She looked up to see her youngest son, Ron Weasley looking at her with those warm blue eyes.
She smiled at him too his hand into hers. "A bit," she said, "It's not easy knitting all these sweaters."
"Then take a break." He said, "It's still early. I really don't see why you start knitting sweaters so early in the year now."
"Because Ronald, our family has grown so big! If I don't start early I'll never get all of them done before Christmas." She said.
"Why not break tradition this year and rest?" asked Ron, "I know how exhausted you've been."
"Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, "I've been making these sweaters since I married your father, and I intend to continue making these sweaters until I am no longer capable!"
"But mum—" Ron started.
"I just need something to entertain me while I'm knitting." She interrupted. "Sometimes, though I love it, it does get boring when I knit."
And just before Ron could answer, a scream was heard from behind the two Weasleys.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! VOMIT!" the voice shouted.
Both Ron and Molly turned their heads to the giant old couch to see a few of the Weasley grandchildren surrounding Roxanne as her face showed the expression of disgust.
Suddenly, Fred fell on the floor and started laughing. "Brilliant choice sis!"
Ron walked up to them and asked. "What's going on here?"
"Uncle Ron!" Roxanne called, "I ate a vomit flavoured bean!"
"What?" he said confused. Then he looked down at the rest of his nieces and nephews, even his children and noticed his god daughter Lucy Weasley holding a box of what seemed to be Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"Oh," Ron said, getting the box from Lucy. "Vomit huh? I never liked that flavor."
"No one does dad," Rose interrupted.
Suddenly, Harry walked up to Ron, and smiled. "Has Ron ever told you about his slug incident back when we were in second year Rose?"
Rose furrowed her brow. "Slugs? No."
Ron chuckled, "It's a very stupid story."
"I want to hear it uncle Ron!" James interrupted.
"Me too dad," Said Hugo.
"I would love to hear it too Ronald." Molly said.
Ron smiled, and then gave Harry an evil glare. "By all means Ron, tell the story." Harry slowly moved away from Ron and joined his daughter who was sitting quietly on the couch.
As Ron was about to start his story, he looked meaningfully at the box in his hand.
"Wait," Ron said. "I have a better idea!"
"What is it dad?" Hugo asked.
"Everyone should tell a story!" he exclaimed.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I'll buy a new box of Bertie Bott's beans next week and each one of us would have to pick a flavour and, and, - "
"Tell a story!" Harry continued standing up from his seat on the couch. "Ron that's brilliant!"
"Yeah, and it would be a good way to keep mum entertained while she's knitting."
"Everyone has to tell a story?" asked Dominique, "Even us?"
"Yes." Harry and Ron said together.
"And the one with the best story…" started Harry.
"Will have no chores for a month!" Hermione interrupted, walking up to her husband. A smile etched on her face."
The children beamed.
"Wait," Albus interrupted. "We've got school in a month."
"So what?" said Harry, "I'm Harry Potter; I can get you out of school on Sundays."
"Really dad, you can do that?" asked Lily.
"As long as you finish all your school work." said Hermione.
"But uncle Harry," Molly called, "We'll be gone most of the year. What if we win? Our prize is completely useless."
"Not completely." Said Hermione, "You've got Christmas holiday or summer holiday!"
"And what about the grown-ups?" asked Fred. "What if one of you win? What do you get?"
"The same thing," said Ginny walking in with a full glass of butter beer. "But just with a few chores of course."
"So it's settled then!" Ron exclaimed. "Every Sunday, here at the Burrow!"
Hermione turned to Molly. "If it's alright with you and Arthur, Molly,"
Molly smiled. "It would be perfect."
"Then we start next week," Said Harry.
"Perfect timing too," Said Ginny. "Charlie's coming home for a visit next week."
A/N: Hello everybody! :D I am back with a new story. Just so you know, I will not be updating EVERY week. Even though I wish I could. I don't think my brain can handle it. But yes, I will be trying my best to update as frequently as possible.
Oh, and I should tell you, that I already picked the arrangement of who goes first, and what flavor they're going to be assigned to. And it was randomly chosen. So you'll just have to look out for that.
I'm not yet sure how I'm going to decide who the winner will be but I'll figure it out eventually. Do you guys have any suggestions? :D
Okay. I'm going to stop rambling now. :D Stay tuned for the first chapter!
Chapter One: Dirt