Seven year old Ginny Weasley and eight year old Ron Weasley were in an argument, while 18 year old Bill Weasley and 16 year old Charlie Weasley watched with bemusement.
"Did so!"
"I didn't!"
"You DID, Ronald Weasley!"
"No. I. Didn't!"
The female gave the male a scowl before pushing him and shouting, "I HATE you, Ronald Weasley!"
At this point, Bill stepped in. He picked Ginny up and tickled her for a few seconds before asking Ron,
"What happened?"
Ron's face crumpled and he started to cry. "Ginny says that I pushed her over, but I didn't!"
"Hey, hey, calm down. Ron, say sorry to Ginny, just in case you did trip her, and Ginny, say sorry to Ron for pushing Ron."
"Sorry, Ginny." Ron awkwardly said.
"Sorry." Ginny begrudgingly allowed.
Bill and Charlie strolled back inside, talking about some strange witch that had been accused of murdering three muggles by giving them potions to intensely magical for their stomachs to handle. Ron and Ginny continued to play together, unaware of a dark figure in the distance.
"Ronald, Ginerva, mother says to come in for dinner now." Twelve year old Percy Weasley gave his small siblings a brief smile before re-entering the house. The two entered the house, eager to eat something. On the large scrubbed wood table sat a huge, savoury smelling pie, a vast pot of mashed potato, a cauldron filled to the brim with mixed vegetables and a huge jug also filled to the brim, but with lemonade. Ginny settled herself down and began to help herself to food with ease, but as soon as Ron got anywhere near his chair he seemed repelled away, and no matter how hard he tried he could not make contact with the chair.
"Ronald, sit down and stop messing about!" scolded Molly Weasley. Ron was angry with himself when he felt tears well in his eyes.
"I can't!"
"Poor ickle Ronnie!" teased ten year old George Weasley. His twin Fred gave a laugh.
"Don't be silly, Ron, of course you can!" Molly scowled, her presence overwhelming, but Arthur laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me try."
The dominant male of the house, Arthur Weasley quickly tried to place his hand on the chair, but just as Ron was, his hand was pushed away.
"Fred, George, I take it this was your work?" sighed Arthur in a tired kind of way.
"Us? Why do you assume it's us?" George asked, his face a mask of innocence.
"We can't even do magic, we're not even old enough to Hogwarts yet!" Fred's facial expression was that of someone who was forcing themselves not to collapse into laughter.
"FRED WEASLEY! GEORGE WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO YOUR POOR BROTHER! AND STEALING SOMEONE ELSE'S WAND TO PERFORM ILLEGAL MAGIC – GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!"
Molly Weasley's cheeks turned bright red as she angrily shouted at her children. Laughing fit to bust, the two children scampered upstairs.
As it was a light night, Molly Weasley allowed her two youngest to play outside again, this time accompanied by Percy, her responsible one. As they played a mad game of tag using each other as the 'safe' zone, the lone dark figure from earlier got closer and closer. His hair was tousled and he looked barely twenty, but the glimmer in his eye was not from amusement.
"Hello, children." His voice was smooth and low.
"Good evening, sir." Percy instantly replied.
"I'm a little bit lost, could you possibly direct me to Ottery St. Catchpole?" The man gave a glittering smile.
"Certainly, sir. Just go down that alley and-" Percy was lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Ron and Ginny quickly followed him in this fate. The man scooped the wiry, skinny children up and yanked his long black cloak around their limp forms, before disapparating.
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