Chapter One- The Burrow
Screaming, a boy in St Ottery Catchpole awoke with a start. Sweat dribbled off his forehead and down towards his chin. The racing droplets trickled off his chin and were soaked up by the duvet. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, while clutching his top where his heart should be. His heart thudded against his ribcage and threatened an escape attempt. The drumming in his ears did not stop and his breathing was heavy.
What the hell…? he thought. Confusion clouded over and his head began spinning. He was on a roller coaster he could not get off. It was called Doom, and it was his whole life. More nightmares. More stupid, meaningless…wait… it was different. Like in the summer before 4th year! I'm sure that happened. I'll tell Dumbledore as soon as I see him. Hmmm, perhaps I'll write instead.
Fumbling for his glasses he searched the room to see if he had woken anyone. He hadn't. A crescendos snore erupted from the other bed. In it was a gangly red head who would sleep through an earthquake, wake up, and wonder where everyone was. Rolling his precious green eyes, he swept back the covers and stood. The banging and clattering of the kitchen reached his ears. "Must be preparing breakfast," He said to himself. He got dressed in an oversized chequered shirt and a pair of worn jeans. Sneaking to the bathroom he picked up the bucket that was kept there should anyone be sick, and filled it with ice-cold water. Smiling smugly he left the door ajar and carefully balanced the filled pale on the door, leaning on the frame. He just prayed that no one else wanted to use that bathroom. His intended target was still sleeping in bed soundly.
Downstairs was utter mayhem. Molly, who was trying to fit as many sausages into one pan as she could, was trying to have a conversation with Arthur, while a shouting match raged between Charlie and George. Charlie was blaming George for setting the ghoul in the attic on him, which had been chasing him for the past half hour, and had only just now given up on catching him.
"It's not my fault that he thought that you had his special pipe." George said with the 'I'm so innocent' look plastered on his face.
"Stop putting up an act George!" Charlie retorted, "I know it was you, so you don't have to pretend anymore!"
"Will both of you please shut up!" Bill shouted. This did not stop them, but when Molly threatened to put bars on their windows, they stopped.
A nice silence entered the kitchen, with only the sounds of sausages being cooked and eggs being cracked. But this unfortunately did not last long, when a blood-curling scream erupted from the bathroom.
"Harry," Whispered Molly before rushing towards the stairs.
Five minutes before
After Harry had delicately positioned the bucket of water, he changed his mind about heading downstairs and decided to see the show for himself. After all he certainly didn't want anyone coming in and wanting to use that bathroom and end up getting soaked by freezing cold water and ruin his plan. No, best make sure it worked. Silently he climbed back into bed and covered himself with the duvet. Perfect! Ron will never know I was up. If I'm lucky, he might blame the twins. Their revenge will be worth it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! he thought.
In the other bed, a loud groan was emitted. The streaming light poured in his eyes and blinded him. Tossing and turning the redhead attempted to regain that satisfying dream. But now it was in shatters and despite his best efforts, he was forced to pry his eyes open. He looked over to see his best friend still asleep, thankfully not having any nightmares like last summer. That was horrible. I kept waking up because of his thrashing and there was, covered in sweat and screaming. All I wanted was a night's peace. I'm sure he did too.
Ron rolled out of bed and thudded onto the floor. Dragging himself up, his arms hung limply at his sides. A mouth the size of Clyde tunnel erupted into a giant yawn. Air rushed into his lungs leaving him with a sleepy expression. Weasley was so warm he was convinced he could cook eggs with just his body heat. He pushed the door open.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
And screamed.
Ice-cold water straight from a full pale cascaded down upon his head and soaked him. Sodden nightshirt and trousers clung to his arms, legs and chest. He just stood there with wide staring eyes and a small "oh" formed on his lips.
Molly crashed through the door and was astounded at what she found: her son standing in the threshold of the bathroom and a pile of quivering covers. Hands on hips she reached forward and yanked back the covers. Laughter in silence and tears in joy, Harry clutched his stomach from the pain. Through blurry eyes he glanced at Molly and laughed even harder. Mrs Weasley – unknowingly – had been subject to two of her son's pranks. Fred And George. Their name was infamous and one merely had to mention them to their professors, to achieve that stony look of dread and admiration.
"Ron, are you alright dear?"
"Oh yes, fant-t-tastic!"
"Ron! Don't be cheeky!" Scolded Molly.
Ron shrugged and continued to stand there shivering. That was, until he noticed Harry, dressed and rolling about the bed in mirth. Clogs churned and sputtered until his mind came up with the only answer.
"You! Y-You! You poured Freezing cold water all over me!" He lounged for Harry, who in his defence pointed to his mother. Naturally Ron looked. He was slack jawed. Poor Mrs Molly Weasley No longer had ginger hair.
"Ron! What are you staring at?" enquired Molly, who needn't have bothered. Her youngest son was howling hysterically at the thought and had joined Harry in the bed. She just stared at the two rolling on the bed with tear filled eyes and hand over their stomachs from laughing. That was until she decided they had gone mad and went down stairs.
"False alarm," said Molly.
"Charlie, I'm telling you, I don't know why he decided to chase you! Ask Fred!" Bellowed George.
Charlie Weasley was the second eldest son, of Molly and Arthur Weasley – who was at work doing something or other- and was standing bolt upright with his hand clenched. His face contorted into rivers of lines. "fine. I will!" he spluttered.
BANG!
The door slammed shut revealing a very happy Fred. "Look. I don't care what you've done to him. Just make sure he is courteous tomorrow. I don't want him snapping at members. Ok?" said their mother.
"Sure mum. We'll try,"
" Harry! Ron! What are you doing?" said a voice.
Still sprawled on the bed with extremely sore stomachs the looked up, half expecting Mrs Weasley.
"Hermione!"
"Well, spotted Ronald. What are you two doing?"
"Well, Herms, I just played a prank on Ron which explains why he's all wet. And Mrs Weasley no longer has ginger hair," said Harry.
She sat down on the bed and frowned. " That may explain why the twins were laughing manically when they mentioned her. Oh poor Molly,"
"When did you get here?"
"Just now actually. Sorry I couldn't make it last night but mum and dad wanted to see me for longer this time. They say I never spend enough time with them. But they don't know what's being happening and I don't with to worry them,"
Shutting the door harry turned around and asked them if they had anything pressing to do. When they replied no, he sat down and told them all about his dream.
Harry felt like he was still there. On top of the hill, swimming in moonlight, speaking with the Dark Lord himself. Civilly. As if they were friends. The two girls intrigued him for he hadn't seen them before now: especially the black haired one.
"Red eyes?" Said Hermione.
"Yeah"
" You don't think they're… related… do you?"
His eyes snapped up, Ron frowned and shook his head. "Not possible is it Harry? You said she looked the same age as us. Perhaps younger," said Ron.
"Or older. She certainly knew what was coming. She knew the punishment, I'm sure of it. I saw it in her eyes,"
"Fear?" enquired Hermione.
"Resignation,"
Oh, well that explains why she didn't move. But what of the other? I don't like the sound of her. Thought Hermoine.
"What of the blonde one? Anything about her?"
"Bloody hell! One girl at a time Herms!"
"Don't call me that Ron!"
"HERMS!HERMS!HERMS!"
"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! YOUR IN FOR IT NOW!"
"GUYS! Stop! Just stop it! I just thought of something," yelled Harry.
The three sat in silence. Anxiety and nervousness crept up like a burglar, tiptoeing in the dark. Curtains moved in the wind and a bitter chill wrapped around them. "Well?"
"Parsletongues. They are both Parsletongues,"
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Please tell us what you think of the story so far!
