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Red Headed Runaways
Escapology
"Now, you lot!" Molly Weasley meant business as she jabbed her finger at her offspring. "No wondering off! Diagon Alley is very busy today- everyone getting all their shopping for the new school year! So, it'll be very easy for children like you to become lost!"
All seven of the Weasley children rolled their eyes, even little two year old Ginny. This wasn't the first time they'd heard the lecture from their mother, and there was no doubt in their minds that it wouldn't be the last.
"Understand?" she finished on a threatening note.
"Understand what?" said Fred, "I tuned out hours ago!"
"I was never tuned in!" his twin, George stated dully behind him.
Mrs Weasley ignored them and turned her attention to the more important matters in front of her.
"Now Charlie we need to get you a wand! How exciting dear, your first wand! And Billy, you need all your new books, third year is a big year you know!"
"Mum," Bill said morosely, "You think every year is a big year!"
Mrs Weasley started to walk in the direction of the wand shop, "Teenagers!" she tutted. However she was nearly drowned out by Charlie, Fred, George and Ron's gasps as they dived towards Quality Quidditch Supplies. Charlie let out a whistle of approval as he stared at the Cleansweep Five shining in the window. A trickle of drool ran down his chin.
"It's so beautiful!" He whispered hoarsely.
"Charlie, you're drooling," George stated.
"But it's so-"
"Beautiful, we know." The Twins said together.
"You're only four! You're not even old enough to own your own broom!"
"Mum's not gonna buy you that either," Ron's high voice pitched through the argument. "First years are not allowed their own broomsticks," He quoted the letter which had been read out in their house only a few weeks earlier.
"You have a mind of useless information!" Fred said spitefully to his little brother. The twins may only have had four years of experience, but they had already developed the wit that would be their trademark in years to come.
Tears welled up in little Ron's eyes, and he tightened his grip on his teddy bear "I already said I was sorry Fred. I didn't mean to break it!"
"Yes you did! That was my broom!"
"I was only a toy!" Charlie rushed in to stop Fred taking Ron apart, "Mum will get you a new one!"
"Deed I will not!" Mrs Weasley's harsh voice split the air. "Fred, your father fixed that broom. It's as good as new!"
Fred stared at the ground and muttered angrily, "When it was new it didn't try to buck me off!"
"You can't keep blaming Ronald. It wasn't his fault that the wall was there!"
"But it was his fault he flew into it!" Fred retorted.
Mrs Weasley looked scandalised. "Fredric Weasley, don't you dare give me up that cheek!" She was using that voice. That voice, which meant that the second he got home he would no longer be graced with the pleasure of sitting without pain.
Mrs Weasley had had enough, "Come on everyone, to Ollivanders we go! Chop chop! We can come back later, let's go!"
It took them twice as long to get to the wand shop than it should have. Despite Molly's lecture, the Weasley children couldn't stay together for more than a couple of minutes. Ginny kept releasing herself from her push chair and making brakes towards Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour. Bill was determined to visit Gringotts Bank and insisted without luck that he was old enough to go on his own.
"I'm not allowing my Thirteen year old son to go to a building full of goblins on his own!" Molly told him before pulling him on, "Wait!" she suddenly exclaimed, "Where's Charlie!"
It took them almost twenty minutes to track down Charlie. When they finally found him, he was deep in conversation with the shop keeper of the Magical Menagerie about the best ways of repelling Kappa attacks.
"RIGHT!" Molly yelled as she dragged all of her children down the street, "WE ARE GOING TO OLLIVANDER'S! NOT GRINGOTS, OR FLOURISH AND BLOTTS ANYWHERE ELSE! OLLIVANDER'S, NOW!"
The children walked in pairs, heads down and not speaking- well, that's how it appeared. Fred and George were already planning their next break for freedom, and it included going to Ollivanders first, so they wouldn't complain just yet.
"George," Fred hissed, "I think we can kill two birds with one stone on this little escapade!"
"Ronald?"
Fred nodded, "Ronald."
………
The family entered the tiny shop. It was a tight squeeze to fit one adult, seven children and one pram in. They rang the service bell and had not been waiting long before Ollivander appeared in his usual fashion- out of no where. There was no trace of Apparition or any kind of transporting spell. That was just his way.
"Good Afternoon," Ollivander scanned the faces with his white eyes. Eventually, they settled on Charlie, "Ahhh yes, I thought I'd be seeing you soon Charles Weasley. Getting your equipment ready for your first year? Yes, Yes…." He trailed off and started to take long slender boxes off the shelves.
"Here we go," the old man thrust a wand into Charlie's hand. "Dragon Heartstrings, mahogany, 12 inches."
Charlie took the wand in his hands and whispered to himself, "I am a wizard! Not a baboon brandishing a stick," he repeated while he waved the wand with no obvious effect.
Ollivander snatched it off him and threw another one at him.
The Twins were already bored but couldn't hope of running off as Mrs Weasley was watching them like a hawk. The novelty that they always got from entering Ollivanders shop had worn off, and it had turned from a place of wonder and mystery to a shop filled with cardboard boxes with sticks in them.
It was when the pile of wands that Charlie had been trying had reached the height of Fred's head that Charlie found his wand, much to the joy and relief of Mrs Weasley. Red sparks erupted and filled the air. But the second their mother's eyes had left them, the twins put their plan into action.
They spoiled for choice when it came to weapons. The wrong wand in any wizards hand can be a dangerous thing, but the twins didn't care. Very subtly they pulled two boxes off the shelves and opened them. Mrs Weasley and Mr Ollivander were too busy making a fuss of Charlie to notice.
Fred pointed the wand at Ron and thought hard. He didn't know very many spells and he certainly didn't know any that would be of any use here.
On the other side of the room Bill was complementing Charlie's wand. "Wait 'til you see! You'll be turning your enemies into spiders in no time," Bill laughed in an off handed tone.
"Bill!" Mrs Weasley admonished him gently.
But it was enough for Fred. Pointing the stolen wand at Ron's back, he quietly said the spell that he had heard of from his eldest brother. But before it was completed, Ron turned around. The jet of light flew out of the wand as Ron let out a terrified scream.
Ron dropped the thing that had once been his teddy bear. It was now huge, wriggling, and black with had eight legs. Screaming again, he flew backwards into George, whose wand hand was knocked backwards.
BANG!
Three rows of shelves exploded and boxes of wands cascaded down on them, drowning them.
Fred and George didn't care. They were already gone. They had run out the door as quickly as they could, without dropping the wands.
Molly yelled after them, "FRED! GEORGE! GET BACK HERE NOW!"
People in the street just watched as the red headed runaways darted past them. They didn't bother to stop them or even to tell them they were heading towards the worst place imaginable, Knockturn Alley. The twins turned the corner and were gone.
Molly, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Mr Ollivander just stood in the doorway of the shop, completely stunned. No one could speak, except Ron who was bawling his eyes out.
Mr Ollivander finally broke the silence, "Molly, I'll look forward to the time when those two will be receiving their first wands… it will be an interesting experience."
A.N Hello! WE ARE BACK! With our first ever Harry Potter fic! We have been doing a lot of researching into character ages and we hope it's accurate enough! If you don't know us already we'd like to do what we always do at this point in the A.N…BEG for reviews. So if you would be soooooo kind.
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