A/n: I'm not sure where I got the idea for this story. I guess it just came to me. Anyway, its not my best work, but please review. This story takes place when Fred and George are seven and Ron is five (which I think is pretty obvious). Anyway, here it is. (By the way, I don't own any of the characters . . . blah blah yack yack so don't sue me you know how it goes).

Ron's First Flight

By Potter Head

Fred and George crept in to their five year old brother's room as quietly as they could. He was in a deep sleep, but they couldn't take any chances. They wanted to play the best prank they could on their little brother.

"Are you sure we hafta do this?" Fred asked his twin brother nervously. "I mean we could think of something else that won't get us in trouble."

"Fred, I think your forgetting what he did to us." George replied, looking at his twin sternly (well, as sternly as a seven year old can look I suppose). "He put bugs in our soup. Now I'm not sure 'bout you, but I don't like eating bugs very much. Specially when I don't know that I'm eating 'em."

"Alright, I guess so." Fred relented. They didn't even chance the thought that it could have been one of their older brothers, Charlie or Bill, that put the bugs in their soup. But of course, being seven year olds, the simplest explanation was good enough.

They approached Ron's bed and, very quietly, pinched their little brother's nose shut. He squirmed for a few seconds, then woke up panting. George grabbed him as quickly as he could and began to run out of the room.

"Where are we-" Ron started to say in his sleepy tone, but George quickly covered his mouth. Soon the three of them reached the back door. Fred grabbed a broomstick and the wand he had found in the woods while he was exploring with George. They slipped out of the house and ran across the yard to until they reached a field.

"Oh no! I forgot the rope!" George said in a horse whisper. He thought for a moment. "Do we really need it?"

"I guess not." Fred said. They sat their little brother on the broomstick. Fred was beginning to have second thoughts. "Just once around the Burrow, right?"

"That's right. Just once." George replied. Fred pointed the wand at the broomstick. He knew the spell. He was sure of it. He had seen his dad do it a million times.

"Accrio." He whispered. The broom sped off into the woods, much to Ron's delight, and whirled high into the sky. It then let off a loud bang and began to give off a bright white light, so bright that it illuminated the entire woods and gave the illusion that the sun had risen early.

"Fred! What did you do?" George was beginning to panic. He ran into the woods, chasing after his little brother. Fred was speechless. He secured his slippers on his feet, and prepared to run as well.

"Fred Weasley!" Fred stopped dead in his tracks. He was busted. "What is going on? Why are you out of bed? Why is Ron flying?" Fred tried to answer, but the words refused to come. "Answer me!"

"Well mom you see . . . " was all Fred got out before he spotted Ron's broom flying over their heads. It zoomed lower and lower, circling their heads until it touched down between Fred and his Mum. A perfect landing.

"Mum!" The little boy squeaked out as he clamored off of the broom and ran into his mother's arms. "I flew! I flew! Fred and George made me fly!"

"You two are in so much trouble!" Mrs. Weasley said as George approached, out of breath and stammering apologies. She walked back into the house, with Ron in her arms.

"Well . . ." George said. "It looks like he got the better of us this time." He looked over at his twin.

"Yeah, but I think I know how to get him back." Fred motioned for his brother to come closer so he could whisper in his ear. "Lee taught me how to turn a teddy bear into a spider!"