A/N-This is my first FanFic but I want you to be honest so remember to review. By the way the ages of the kids are Fred & George, 5; Ron, 3; & Ginny 2.

Disclaimer-I got some ideas from other authors, and sadly the Weasley family belongs to J. K.

The Teddy Spider

Fred and George were bored. They had been grounded from fun. Technically, only Fred was grounded, but George had decided to be grounded with him.

Fred had, once again, tried to mail his little sister, Ginny, to Tokyo, Japan. This for some reason angered their mother.

Their mum said that if Fred was good she might let him off early. For this reason they were trying very hard to be good. Finally, at exactly 12:00 p.m., they dashed into the kitchen.

"Yes, yes fine," their mother said distractedly, while banging around a lot of pots and pans. 'Cooking dinner for nine must be hard,' thought George.

Fred dashed off to the broom shed. George followed, albeit a bit slower. As he got closer, he could hear yelling and sobbing. He dashed the rest of the way, and the scene before him was shocking and a bit random in his opinion.

Fred was yelling at his sobbing little brother Ron.

Albeit not the brightest child, Ron had been an early talker. George suspected this had something to do with the fact that Ron had 5 older brothers. This was probably the reason that Ron knew more curse words than most 9 year-olds, which he screamed in between sobs.

Then George saw the broom that was Fred's pride and joy. It lay in pieces next to Ron.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. George immediately knew what had happened. Maybe it was his twin telepathy, or maybe it was just the fact that the spider was covered in brown fur, but George immediately knew that Fred had used his "accidently on purpose" magic to turn the teddy bear Ron had been clutching into a giant, furry tarantula.

George squashed it before it could hurt his brother (albeit at the moment he was probably only thinking of saving his broom).

Then, without even stopping to thank his brother, Ron ran into the house screaming bloody murder. Fred sprinted after him putting on his best "innocent face" (which in George's opinion was pretty good) and told him he'd give Chocolate Frogs if he didn't tell. George knew it was no good. Fred had gone too far this time.

"Well," George muttered to himself as he left the broom shed, "looks like another week of nothing."

A/N-I just want to know if it's good so… review. I'm not sure if I put the paragraphs in the right places so you can tell me that too. Bye!