Weasly War
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of the names, places, or themes related to Harry Potter. These are Copyright to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers Inc.)
Intro
"So whose gonna tell the story then, You or Me."
"It would probably be best if a third party told the story."
"I'll do it."
"You most certainly will not."
"This is a man's story."
"Well then let me do it."
"I'm not quite sure if you're a man yet little bro."
"Git"
"I heard that."
"Good"
-Thud-
"Ouch."
"Well that's what you get."
"Yep, you shouldn't be rude to your elders"
"Well you two are."
"That's true."
"But then again we're rude to everyone."
"The story ?"
"Oh yes, the story."
"Give Harry the honours."
"Yes, I think that's what we should do Fred."
"Okay Harry. Fire away."
Chapter 1
Ginny Weasly's feet hit the floor hard as she landed on the hard wooden floor after a six step jump. Her jacket was half on, her laces untied and her hands covered in the mess that used to be at the bottom of Errol's cage but she was in too much of a hurry to bother with any of that.
"Are we ready Weaslys ?" Mr Weasly asked, he, like the others, was dressed in Muggle clothes. "We will of course be travelling in two groups, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George will be travelling with your mother and Harry, Hermione Ron and Ginny will be travelling by floo-powder with the myself."
"Muggle holidays," Fred groaned as he tipped back on his chair, "Can't we just.."
"No we can't." Mrs Weasly interrupted, "This is your fathers only time off all year and it will be spent as he sees fit, Ginny clean your hands."
Ginny groaned, at least she would be travelling with her father even if she would then have to spend the week with Hermione.
"Everybody ready then ?" Arthur asked once again. His enthusiasm was so great that Harry thought he might explode at any moment. Arthur kissed his wife on the cheek and then in a crack Bill, Charlie, Fred, George and Mrs Weasly disappeared. "Okay, Ron you first. In the fireplace and the word today is Great aches." Fred groaned, two weeks camping like Muggles in a place called Great aches. Great.
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of the names, places, or themes related to Harry Potter. These are Copyright to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers Inc.)
Intro
"So whose gonna tell the story then, You or Me."
"It would probably be best if a third party told the story."
"I'll do it."
"You most certainly will not."
"This is a man's story."
"Well then let me do it."
"I'm not quite sure if you're a man yet little bro."
"Git"
"I heard that."
"Good"
-Thud-
"Ouch."
"Well that's what you get."
"Yep, you shouldn't be rude to your elders"
"Well you two are."
"That's true."
"But then again we're rude to everyone."
"The story ?"
"Oh yes, the story."
"Give Harry the honours."
"Yes, I think that's what we should do Fred."
"Okay Harry. Fire away."
Chapter 1
Ginny Weasly's feet hit the floor hard as she landed on the hard wooden floor after a six step jump. Her jacket was half on, her laces untied and her hands covered in the mess that used to be at the bottom of Errol's cage but she was in too much of a hurry to bother with any of that.
"Are we ready Weaslys ?" Mr Weasly asked, he, like the others, was dressed in Muggle clothes. "We will of course be travelling in two groups, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George will be travelling with your mother and Harry, Hermione Ron and Ginny will be travelling by floo-powder with the myself."
"Muggle holidays," Fred groaned as he tipped back on his chair, "Can't we just.."
"No we can't." Mrs Weasly interrupted, "This is your fathers only time off all year and it will be spent as he sees fit, Ginny clean your hands."
Ginny groaned, at least she would be travelling with her father even if she would then have to spend the week with Hermione.
"Everybody ready then ?" Arthur asked once again. His enthusiasm was so great that Harry thought he might explode at any moment. Arthur kissed his wife on the cheek and then in a crack Bill, Charlie, Fred, George and Mrs Weasly disappeared. "Okay, Ron you first. In the fireplace and the word today is Great aches." Fred groaned, two weeks camping like Muggles in a place called Great aches. Great.