Alright guys, this is the second chappie of my wonderful Harry Potter story. Remember to review; it makes my world go round! Oh and I'm open to any suggestions if you would like to submit them. :)
Disclaimer - Harry Potter doesn't belong to me and neither do the characters. Only thing I own is the OC Jay.
I was ready. Ready to kick some major butt that is! My hair was up in a pony tail and my hands were covered by a pair of black gloves. I had decided to go barefoot since shoes would probably be a bother to me for the current situation.
"Come on Jay! What are you waiting for!" Shouted Ron from above me.
"Don't get your wand in a knot I'm coming!" I mounted my broom and kicked off with tremendous speed. I was in front of everyone within a matter of seconds.
"Well I'm here. Who's with whom?" I asked, staring at all the red heads before me.
"Since only four are playing me and George has decided to be together while you a Fred are together. Is that alright with you?" Ron asked, wobbling slightly on his broom. Balance and him just didn't get along too well.
"Sounds good to me." I said while getting over to Fred. He looked at me and gave me a smirk.
"Come on Jay; let's show them how it's done." He said, glancing over to the two 'enemies'.
"With pleasure."
Since there were only four people we only used one ball, the Quaffle. Molly was down on the ground with it in her hand while everyone else was on the sidelines, ready to cheer us on. Harry and Hermione had shown up a little after breakfast and were appearently ecstatic to see what I was like on a broom. No one had ever seen it before so it was probably going to be quite a show.
"Now you four play fair! I know how you three in particular are when you get together! George, Fred, Jay, did you hear me?" Molly shouted from the ground.
"Yea, yea, mum! Just toss the bloody ball!" George yelled down to her.
She rolled her eyes and threw it up as hard as she could. And then it was on. Ron and Fred were guarding the rings while George and I engaged in a 'friendly' fight for the ball. I had swooped down and caught it, turning upside down momentarily to avoid the long arm that came toward me, trying to grab the ball.
I laughed as I saw George try to catch up with me. "What's the matter George? Am I too fast for you?" I teased, tossing the Quaffle up in the air and catching it again right before he could get to it.
"Not in your dreams!" He said while kicking up the speed. He came zooming at me and I barley dodged, almost dropping the ball in the process. I flew toward Ron and threw it as hard as I could, but sadly it was stopped and threw to George.
I stopped for a moment, eyeing the ball under his arms and then eyeing him in general. He took off and I followed in hot pursuit. I was able to get up beside him where I managed to knock it from his grasp. It fell to the ground and we both had to do a nose dive to get to it. But unfortunately for us, the ball hit the ground before we could catch it, and we didn't exactly slow down enough in time. In other words, we crash landed...hard.
I rolled across the dirt and felt something land on top of me roughly. Opening my eyes I saw George had his head resting on my chest. Getting up, he got off of me, blush obvious, while a hoard of people rushed toward us in a hurry.
"George! Jay! Are you alright!" Arthur asked in a hurry, helping us both up from the ground. Fred and Ron descended and asked the same thing.
"We're fine you guys, honestly." At least I thought I was fine. Standing up was no problem, but when I started to take a step forward, a searing pain swept through my ankle. I felt myself begin to fall but was thankfully caught by someone. Honestly, I really do adore these people!
Looking up I saw it was Arthur. "I thought you said you were alright, hmmm." He said, a small smile gracing his face.
Molly came over and took a good look at my ankle before pursing her lips. "You've sprained it pretty badly. Come on now, let's all go inside. I'll fix it in there."
Everyone did as they were told and all started back toward the house. I saw Fred and Ron flying above, racing almost. I shouted up to them rather loudly, hopeful that they could hear me.
"You two be careful now! I'd hate for you to have a sprained ankle like me!"
I felt the eyes of many on me and I shrugged my shoulders. "What? Kill me for caring."
We made it back to the house and Arthur sat me down on the couch. Harry was to my right and George was to me left. I felt them lift my ankle up onto a cushion on a small table before Molly got out her wand.
"This may hurt a little Jay." She focused intently before circling her wand around my ankle and saying, "Episkey."
I felt a small tingling sensation sweep through my ankle, hurting slightly. But after a few moments it was gone. A large smile covered my face and I thanked her greatly.
"Thank you Molly! It's as if nothing ever happen to it!" I said cheerily.
Fred came over and sat on the arm of the couch next to Fred while I engaged in a conversation with Harry and Hermione about the new term at Hogwarts.
Fred had leaned down to his identical brother and whispered in his ear, delighted by the reaction that he got.
"I've been meaning to ask Georgie, what DID you two do in that bathtub?" Fred grinned mischievously while George shot him a small glare. I was totally oblivious until the two were suddenly on the floor rolling around.
"I'll kill you Fred!" George shouted.
"I was just joking around George!" Fred countered while trying to escape the wrath of his brother.
Poor Ginny was walking from the kitchen by the time the fight had started. She stared down at her brothers before sighing and going around to talk with Harry. Molly came forward and bent down, grabbing them both by the collars of their shirts and yanking them apart from each other rather roughly.
"I don't know what happen but this is no way to act! Especially in my house!" She said, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed with a look that said if they were to do it again, she would lock them in their rooms for the rest of their lives.
"Sorry mum." They said in unison, head bowed a little bit from the harshness of her words.
"Alright then. I'm going to go fix dinner. You lot get along and find something to do while I cook." She stomped off into the kitchen and slammed the door shut.
Fred and George broke out into a grin and suppressed their laughter, fearful of what their mum would do if she heard them laughing at her. Especially after the death threat they had received. They both plopped back down on the couch; everyone had shot up from the suddenness of their actions to see what was going on. I sat down between them and propped my feet up on the small table in front of me, stretching my arms out on font of me, delighted by the pops that creeped up my spine.
"What were you fighting about anyways?" I asked while bringing my arms back down and setting them on my lap, my curiosity at its peak.
Fred slung and arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him so he could whisper in my ear. "Well, I was just asking Georgie what it was you two-"
He was cut short by a smack to the back of the head. They both looked at each other with the intent to kill and I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. I swear, if they don't start getting along soon, the poor Professors at school are going to have their hands full.
"Honestly you guys, you would swear that you were still five!" I said while clasping my hand over my mouth, suppressing my never ending fit of giggles.
Suddenly everyone was on front of us once more, a large grin plastered across all if their faces. The three of us cocked an eyebrow at them and Ginny, who was in front, pulled out a small box with colored dots across the front.
I leaned forward to get a better look at this item. Then I glanced up to Ginny. "What is it?"
She tossed the box to me and crossed her arms. "It's a muggle game. Harry brought it over. He said it would be loads of fun if some of us were to play. It's called Mister."
Harry stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Not Mister, Ginny. Twister. The game's called Twister."
Ginny blushed a bit before smiling and clapping her hand together. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get started. Harry, since you know more about this Twister. Tell us what to do and how to do it."
Harry, suddenly assuming the position of authority, stepped forward and pointed at our feet. "Alright, well first off, those who will be playing have to take their shoes off. We play in our socks. Then we need to clear a large space to lay down the mat. Then we need to appoint one person to be the spinner. That person will not be playing."
George and I gave each other a semi-confused glance before getting up and taking our shoes off. Appearently Hermione was going to be the spinner since she 'wouldn't want to make a complete fool out of herself', so she took refuge on the couch.
George and Fred had moved a few tables and chairs so we had a play to play. Harry spread out the mat and I stared at it in awe. "What's the concept of this game? I mean how do you win? This is just a white thing with a bunch of dots on it."
Harry then proceeded to take off his own shoes while telling us the instructions of how we were to play this Twister game. "Right. First we all need to pick a spot around the mat, not on it, but around it. Now when Hermione spins, she will say something like, left foot green. You will then put your left foot on the green dot. It doesn't matter which one, just as long as it's green. Then we go to the next person, and so on a so forth."
"That's it?" Fred said almost incredulously. It sounded rather...easy.
"That's it." Harry retorted.
"Then what's the point of the socks?" I asked while lifting my foot and pointing at it."
"It's to make the game harder. You try to be the last one standing, and if you wear socks, it makes it harder to hold your balance. The person last to fall wins the game. Shall we begin?" Harry asked while pushing up his glasses.
We all shrugged our shoulder and Hermione took that as a go. She flicked the small spinner and then looked at all of us. "Who's going first?"
"I will. To set an example." Harry said.
"Then right hand yellow."
Harry bent down and put his right hand on the closest yellow dot that he could find. And so the game was on. It had probably been about fifteen minutes and poor Ginny had done lost. She attempted to slide her foot to a red dot, but it was farther away than it looked, so she fell. The next to go was Fred. I was pretty sure that George, as an act of revenge from whatever had happen earlier, bumped him while trying to get to his own dot, making him fall. Then there was Ron. He had gotten himself into the weirdest positon known to any wizard alive. Some how, his head was underneath my belly, while his hands were crossed above Georges back. And his feet were spread eagle style. In other words, the poor bloke just gave up due to the amount of pain that was coursing through his body. So that left me, George and Harry.
"Jay, I believe it's your turn." Hermione said while pushing back a strand of hair. "Left foot blue."
I looked down only to see that my left foot was already on blue. I shifted my hands a bit so I wouldn't fall before asking, "What if my foot is already on blue?"
Harry lifted his head and replied, "Spin again then. And please hurry, I'm positive that my leg is falling asleep."
"Uhh, right." Hermione gave the small spinner another flick. "Okay then, left hand green."
I stretched my left hand from a yellow down all the way to a green one. Now my head was beside Georges and the guy looked as though he was about to go.
"What's wrong George? You doing okay over there?" I smirked at him as I saw him slide his right foot underneath one of my arms to a red dot.
"I'm fine, but are you. You seem to be having a bit of trouble there. I think you're starting to wobble a bit." He slowly inched his way over to me, pushing on my side. I pushed back and before we knew it, Harry had tumbled to the ground above us. Harry had been on top of me a George somehow, so when he came crashing down, we all came crashing down.
Due to the amount of laughter and the groans of pain, Molly emerged from the kitchen, spoon in hand. "What on earth are you all doing? I though I told you that there would be no more fighting in the house." She said sternly.
I managed to squirm my way out from underneath George, and quickly said, "We weren't! We were playing a muggle game called Mister!"
"Twister Jay! Twister!" Harry said, though it came out a bit muffled due to his head being crammed into the floor below. Georges arm had slung up and was now on top of his head.
"Sorry, Harry. We were playing a muggle game called Twister." I gave her the best smile I could manage at the moment. And I thought it was pretty good due to the current position that we were all in. George arms across Harry's head, my leg over Georges stomach. Harry was just on top of us all, and quite frankly, it hurt a little bit. I never knew I was so flexible until this day.
"If you say so. But get up off that dirty floor. Dinner is ready and I didn't cook it just so it could get cold. Come along now."
We all scrambled from the living room and took our seat at the large dining table in the next room. We all crammed our plates full before we started to dig in; laughing at how much fun we had today.
"You kids should actually be packing. The train leaves tomorrow." Molly said while placing some kind of dessert in the middle of the table.
"Another year at Hogwarts. That should be fun." Fred said.
"It should be." George replied.
"Actually, this year is going to be quite different. I have been informed by Dumbledore himself that a certain even is happening this year. You all should have quite a bit of fun actually. But if I hear that you have done something silly, I will send you the worse Howler you have ever gotten in your lives." She finished her small speech with another bowl of some odd looking confectionary thing. It looked almost like what a muggle would call a funnel cake, but strangely it had the consistency of Jell-O. Whatever it was though, it was delicious. I let out a yawn and got nudged in the side by George.
"Tired?" He asked.
"A little bit. It's been a rather long day. I fell down the stairs, sprained my ankle, pulled some muscles in my leg, and-"
I was cut short by a giant glob of something hitting me in the forehead. I blinked a few times before I saw the scared face of the person who dared to flick something at me.
"I swear it was an accident." Ron said quickly.
I felt something soft slide underneath my chin and turn me head. George had a napkin in one hand, and my chin in the other. He gently wiped off the offending food, and released my chin once I was all clean. Without thinking he brushed his thumb over the spot on my forehead.
"There, all better. Now you won't have to murder Ronnie." He mumbled, gracing me with a small smile.
I felt a small blush creep it's way up my face from the smile he had given me and I cleared my throat. Praying that no one would have noticed that small act of affection that had just happen. But when I looked up to see everyone's reaction, I got a shocker. They acted as if nothing had happen. They were quiet. They were eating as if nothing happen, but a small snicker was etched across each and every one of their faces. Even Molly's.
