There will be a lot of Percy and the twins. The other Weasleys are here, but if I had to decide, the three characters that showed up the most were Percy and the twins. That's because you don't see a lot of Percy and the twins fanfics out there. In some chapters, characters are OOC.

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WRITING PROMPT (FOUND ON PINTEREST):

Started my day getting attacked by balloons at the market.

Things only got worse from there.

(Slightly modified to fit the plot)

Disclaimer: I own nothing

WARNINGS: DANGEROUS PARTY FAVORS!

Molly Weasley's day started when her family got attacked by balloons.

Things only got worse from there.

Ginny was turning seven that day; money was tight, so her and Arthur had done the best they could to throw together a party. They'd bought the cheapest balloons they could find, and almost-thirteen-year-old Percy helped her make a cake (considering he was the only one in their family she trusted to be near the stove, Arthur included). The younger kids made homemade gifts, and Percy, Bill, and Charlie had scrounged up enough of their own savings to each buy Ginny a present.

Percy had wrapped up a brand new diary for her; Charlie had tossed a small, stuffed dragon into an old party bag; Bill had simply handed her a doll, not even going to attempt to wrap anything. That was probably a good idea, now that she thought about it; last time Bill tried to wrap a present, he wound up lathered in glitter and glue, covered in bits of wrapping paper, with tissue paper stuck to his hair and clothes (she still didn't know how he did that!).

Meanwhile, the twins were up to something. She could feel it in her gut.

They sat huddled in an arm chair, too quiet for her typically rambunctious twins. Everyone else could sense it too, except for Ron, who was always oblivious, and Ginny, who was too excited to care.

After lunch, Molly took her knife and prepared to cut the cake.

"AHHH!" Ron screeched.

She spun around, the knife clanging to the table, to see quite a strange sight, even for the Weasley family.

Balloons were attacking her children.

An electric blue one rubbed itself over Bill's hair, making the long strands stand on end. A green one kept smacking Percy in the face. A pink one was stuck to Charlie's back, and he looked like a dog chasing his tail as he tried to get it off. A purple balloon wacked Ron over the head, making the eight year old sniffle but not cry (he claimed that he was too old to cry). Ginny, on the other hand, got angry; she popped three balloons whilst more attacked her.

Fred and George stood there in shock, Bill's wand in Fred's hand.

"Fredrick! George!" Molly called. "Stop this madness right now!"

"We can't!" George screamed back as a crimson party balloon began chasing him.

"What do you mean?" Molly cried over the ruckus as she slapped a balloon so hard, it popped.

"We tried! It isn't working!" Fred explained, waving the wand and yelling a spell to demonstrate.

As he stated, nothing happened.

Or actually, something did happen, but it wasn't a good thing.

The cake lifted off of the table and dumped over Arthur's head, covering his red hair and pale skin in white frosting.

Molly removed her own wand and frantically waved it.

The presents slid off the tables and began dancing through the air, occassionally hitting a person.

Arthur also tried, but his wand turned into a kangaroo. Yes... a kangaroo.

Ron started crying at this point and made a mad dash for the house with the kangaroo right on his heels.

"What the bloody hell?" Bill yelled from somewhere in the mayhem. "What's going on?"

"I don't know!" Molly responded.

The doll gifted to Ginny by Bill came to life and began to dance, tripping over its legs and flopping its arms about; Ginny screamed as the doll neared her. Charlie kicked it away from her, and it hurtled into the orchard.

Percy somehow reached the table and grabbed his book before starting to swat balloons out of the air like flies. They popped, loudly, and Ron, who was still running from the kangaroo, cried harder at the loud noises.

Molly, once again, attempted to cast a spell, but her wand sprayed water all over everyone (hey, at least it washed some of the frosting off of her husband).

"What is this?" She yelped.

Percy said something to Ginny, and she rushed into the house.

A present went after Fred, ready to hit him over the head (and it looked like a heavy present).

"NOT MY CHILDREN!" Molly shouted before punching the present so hard, it dented and rolled across the yard.

"Thanks, Mum," Fred murmured, voice shaking.

"Fred, what spell did you cast?" She demanded.

"Uh, we found it in Charlie's textbook. Inducat chao," he told her.

"What?" Percy yelled from across the yard. "That means induce chaos!"

"We knew that was what it meant!" George cried. "But we thought it was a good kind of chaos, not a deadly kind."

"Chaos is chaos!" Percy replied. "There is no in between!"

The bowl with the juice tipped over and flew towards Bill, who hit the deck just before it sailed over his head and shattered against the trunk of a tree.

"We're all gonna die!" Fred screamed.

"We're not gonna die!" Percy contradicted. "Where is Ginny?" He muttered, lowly.

The chickens suddenly raced across the yard and began skittling around Arthur's feet, pecking against his shoes.

"Shoo!" He commanded. "Shoo!"

He kicked once, gently, but it only seemed to encourage it furthur.

Suddenly, there was Ginny, handing Percy his wand.

"Novis!" He waved the wand.

Sparks scattered across the yard, and time seemed to reverse.

The balloons stopped attacking, the popped ones returning to their former state; the cake vanished off of Arthur's body and reappeared back on the table. The shattered remains of the punch bowl floated above the grass and mended, the bowl filling with juice. The presents hovered in the air before flying back to the table, any broken or dented ones fixing themselves. The doll flew out of the woods and landed beside Ginny's foot.

She squealed in fright and kicked it back into the woods.

Silence followed.

"I knew there was a reason we kept you around," Bill gasped, slapping a hand on Percy's shoulder.

"Oi!" Percy exclaimed. "I just saved your arse; I can easily recast the spell."

"No!" The other children begged.

"Watch your language, Percival," she chided without any real bite. After all, her son just saved them from a lot of work and possibly, an injury or two; the least she could do was let the cursing slide just this once.

"On the bright side, Ginny," Fred chuckled, nervously, "your seventh birthday was definitely unforgettable."

Very slowly, they turned to face the twins.

"We will talk about this later," Molly said, glaring at the twins. "For now, a girl only turns seven once in a lifetime."

"Well, actually, Marie Stevens deaged herself in 1897, and she had to live her entire life over again, so-" Percy began.

Bill suddenly walked behind Percy and crossed his arms over Percy's face, effectively silencing him.

"Don't ruin it," he whispered.

Percy stamped on Bill's foot and escaped his hold as Bill yelped and jumped up and down, nursing his injured toes.

"A simple shut up, Percy would've sufficed," Percy bit back.

"And a simple don't touch me, Bill would've sufficed," Bill said, gritting his teeth as he hobbled on one foot and rubbed the other foot.

"And guess what, Ginny?" Charlie laughed. "The twins are on jester duty tonight."

"What?" The twins asked.

"Jester duty?" Fred muttered.

"Aren't we always on that?" George questioned.

Charlie smirked. "Not like this."

They had a feeling they weren't going to like that.

And they didn't.

"And our next act... the wonderful, amazing, annoying, identical monkeys!" Charlie announced, gesturing widely with his arms.

Fred and George trudged out of the shadows, dressed as monkeys, and scowled as their family laughed, hysterically.

"Be excited!" Charlie commanded, poking them with a stick. "Be entertaining!"

Fred and George sighed before smiling, broadly, and going into an odd, awkward, improvised dance.

"That's what you get!" Ginny giggled.

"Don't mess with Ginny," Bill advised.

"Wait a minute..." Percy suddenly spoke up. "Where's Ron?"

It went silent as they glanced around, realizing that the youngest boy was, in fact, not present.

A crash sounded from outside, followed by a terrified squeal.

Molly paled. "The kangaroo!"

The Weasleys ran like hell.

Ha, ha. I'm quite impressed with myself. My sense of humor is awful, so this was pretty good.