Here are the links to the songs:
watch?v=k76IGLi6jWI
Weasel stomping day
watch?v=fv4kp4ZnSuE
pop goes the weasel
watch?v=VvLV3OZAcyg
I am Weasel
Returning to Hogwarts-Chap 6
"Now remember, do everything I wouldn't do." Dudley said to his cousin as they saying good-bye. The group was waiting for Pansy and Daphne to arrive.
"Dud, you are so limiting me." Harry wiggled his nose, making his glasses bob up and down. "You have the list of things I want you to send me?"
"Yes, send Hedwig when you can, it will take a few trips." Dudley answered. "Dad is having a few of the guys gather some of the stuff you want for Valentine's."
"Look snakes and worms." Weasley stated.
"Worms?" Dudley asked. "Red hair, badly dressed, loud, you must be Weasley?"
"Yes, and that is him thinking he is being funny. We have warned him about thinking but he hasn't heeded our warnings." Draco explained. "We have, also, determined he has no sense of humor, but surprisingly Granger does."
"Death Eater scum." Weasley stated.
"You know, Draco, I think those are the only words he knows. We might need to actually teach him new words. Harry and I got a few training books." Blaise stated. He held up a Chocolate Frog. "You will get his reward if you can say you are leaving."
"As long as you don't return as of yet. I don't think he is up to playing fetch Blaise." Harry held back the snort as Weasley's face went red.
"I think we are going to have a hard time teaching him to sit." Pansy joined them.
"You are going to get yours." Weasley stated.
Petunia glared as Vernon pulled Harry to him. "Making threats against my nephew. It's bad enough you terrorized him last term, you won't be doing that this term."
"Ronald, what are you doing? I do apologize, my son worries about the dark forces at work out there."
"Does she think this is Star Wars and like your uncle is Darth Vader?" Draco asked.
"I can't pull off Luke Skywalker, you could, you have the blond hair." Harry answered.
"Harry's more like Lando." Dudley added.
"I want to be Princess Laia." Daphne stated. "Theo, you want to be Hans?"
"Yes!" Theo fist pumped in joy.
"I wanted to be Darth Vader, I was working on the voice." Blaise stated. "We need to rewatch those movies again."
"Boys, train. Mrs. Weasley, I am sure things will improve this term." Narcissa stated. She started to hug the children as they gathered their trunks. They watched as the train pulled away.
"I have a feeling Mr. Weasley is going to have a few friend." Lucius said as they were leaving the platform.
"Oh?" Petunia asked.
"I'll let it be a surprise." Lucius exchanged a look with his wife. "It will provide hours of memories I am sure."
"I am telling you I don't know how to end it." The bushy haired girl yelled as she stormed past their compartment. "I am sure Professor McGonagall will be able to figure out what you did wrong."
They began to hear the music of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' and Weasley is being followed by a wooden box about the size of a six-month-old kitten, with a dancing weasel on the top, covered in grass, with trees swaying. "Hermione, you have to help me. This isn't even my box."
"It didn't just appear behind you, Ron. You were in the compartment with me, Dean, Neville, Lavender, and Seamus when the thing fell out of your lunch tote and started playing that other song about weasel stomping. It was a sick, sick song."
"I am telling you it's not my fault and it's not my box."
"If it's not your box, where is yours?"
They watched Weasley kind of shift a bit. "I haven't finished it yet. It's not due to the end of the week. I have plenty of time to work on it."
The song switched to 'I am Weasel.' Harry opened the door of their compartment. "Wow, Weasel, you have your own music accompanying you, and it created a song about you. I am impressed. I am not sure if I will be able to outdo your assignment."
Other students had been attracted to their location by the music started laughing. "All hail King Weasel." Draco shouted, throwing some torn up pieces of parchment to him.
"He needs a crown." Fred Weasley stated. He pulled out his wand and created a paper crown for his brother.
"Very impressive prank." George added. "Original, 10 points. I think the two train pranks are slightly higher in ranking."
"I do agree, they are. Now, creative use of spells, 10 points."
"Annoyance factor for the victim, 20 points."
"Laugh factor for everyone else, 20 points." They said together. "Too bad, we can't give points."
All the students were following Weasley as the music box played Weasel Stomping Day and each time they song mentioned the word stomp, the students all stomped their foot. Weasley was almost a pruce color as he made it to his seat. "Mr. Weasley, cease that infernal racket." Severus ordered.
"I have tried." Weasley whined.
Dumbledore sighed, he wasn't sure who was doing the pranks but they needed to stop. He raised his wand and sent a finite at the box, only to have it explode." No one spoke for several minutes, Harry raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"I have a question, you see that music box is part of our transfiguration assignment, so if his box was destroyed is he going to be allowed extra time to construct a new box?"
"I am sure Professor McGonagall will take the box destruction into account. I believe a few extra days will cover it." Dumbledore smiled.
Soon whispers of the unfairness spread. Harry started it out by saying, "well, that isn't fair. Just because he can't transfigure his box correctly, he gets a few more days?" The dissatisfaction carried to the other years until finally, it made it to the staff table. Severus hid his smirk as Dumbledore quietly said to Minerva. "I believe we might need to extend the deadline for all the students on that assignment."
Minerva didn't answer him but as she was leaving the hall, she stopped by Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, I am aware that wasn't your box, you will not get an extension. Your assignment is due at the end of the week." She walked out of the hall to the song "I am Weasel." from the lingering music box piece that stored the music.
The rest of January past fairly slowly with the regular pranks that most of the staff and students expected. Harry made it a habit to avoid the Gryffindors.
"Look, it's the Death Eater Potter." Weasley grinned as he finally had Harry cornered, or so he thought.
"King Weasel, sorry but I don't even know a Death Eater, what exactly does a Death Eater look like? Have you ever seen one? Can you describe them? Inquiring Minds want to know." Harry wanted to get away from the stairs, he didn't trust Weasley not to do something stupid. He hoped he could keep the idiot talking long enough. He hoped Severus and Draco would wonder why he was delayed. "Do you even know what inquiring means? I know Blaise meant to give you the next step in the flash cards and a dictionary."
"I warned you that you were going to pay, and you are." Weasley pulled out his wand as he said, "Stupify." Severus and Draco cast their own Stupify on Weasley.
Harry slowly woke up. He blinked a few times. He realized he was in the Infirmary. "Well, that plan backfired." He muttered to himself.
"What plan?" Draco asked.
"I was hoping to keep Weasley talking long enough for you to arrive and have it be before he cast anything." Harry stated. "How long?"
"A few hours. We caught him as he pulled out his wand and cast. You took a long fall down the stairs, he was slammed into the wall." Draco answered. "Dumbledore is trying to keep him from being suspended."
"You have to be kidding me? Aunt Petunia is going to be furious."
"I know." Draco grinned. "I already sent her a note. Dumbledore wouldn't allow Severus to send one."
"I wonder what type of howler she is going to send to him this time?"
Petunia read the note from Draco, she handed it to Vernon. "Well?"
"Yes, go ahead." Vernon told her.
Petunia grinned.
The next morning, Harry walked to breakfast with Draco. He had promised Poppy that he would return if he had any problems. He really wanted to see what his aunt was going to do.
The owls began to drop letters, packages, and newspapers off for everyone. Dumbledore was a bit surprised to have an envelope drop in front of him. He read the envelope and gave a slight smirk. He knew it wasn't a howler from Petunia, and he had set the wards to prevent any dwarves from entering Hogwarts. He wasn't going to take any chances, however, and did a few scans of the letter. Nothing magical, he put his wand away and opened the letter.
BOOM, black smoke emitted from the envelope. Everyone jumped a bit in their seats. Dumbledore hair and beard were on fire. Minerva quickly put it out.
"HOW DARE YOU PREVENT ME FROM FINDING OUT MY NEPHEW WAS HURT BY THE WEASLEY BRAT!YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT OR I WILL. I EXPECT HIM TO FACE PUNISHMENT FOR CASTING A SPELL TO SEND MY NEPHEW DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS. IF THIS IS THE TYPE OF STUFF THAT GOES ON AT THAT SCHOOL, MAYBE I SHOULD PETITION THE BOARD OF GOVERNORS INTO LOOKING INTO YOUR ACTIONS. I EXPECT A FAIR PUNISHMENT FOR THE BRAT, IF IT'S NOT, I WILL BE SEEKING THE ADVICE OF A BARRISTER TO HAVE MY NEPHEW REMOVED FROM THAT SCHOOL.
Harry dear, write us. Let us know how you are fairing. When you come home on Friday night, we are heading straight to Dr. Tanner's office.
"I will say it again, your aunt rocks." Draco had been watching Poppy reattached Dumbledore's nose and ears.
Weasley was suspended for two weeks, once Dumbledore had a chance to reread the letter.
February arrived, and they decided on a lovely prank for Valentine's Day. Harry ordered a few things for the day.
Severus was drinking his third cup of coffee, as they placed the last of the slinkies on the last step. They, of course, had to test their slinkies before setting up the prank and had a few slinky races up and down the stairway. Harry placed the last one, as Severus lazily lifted his wand and said the spell.
"Cameras?" Harry asked.
"Already in place."
Dumbledore stormed into the staff lounge, his magic was flowing around him. "I take it you couldn't get rid of the metal things going up and down the stairs?" Poppy asked.
"No, some of the students have taken to setting up races for the things." Dumbledore muttered. "When I do a Finite Incarnation, they speed up, and turn red, throw out rose pedals. When I try a stunner, they jump into the air and firecrackers emit showing hearts. If we freeze them, we can't pick them up as they spread on the ground to spell out happy valentine's day. The lettered slinkies are red and the border ones are white. I am at a loss as to what to try to do."
"Let the magic in the items wear out." Filius commented.
Severus was laughing, inwardly. He had soaked the slinkies overnight in an anti-magic potion, that included some glue to get the slinkies to stay on in the area of the spell. There was some rubber that would prevent them from slipping, and Harry's idea of adding water to make the metal cold to the touch. All the slinkies would be coiled up in the morning for the students to keep.
"Why is she coming over here?" Vincent asked as they watched Granger weave her way towards them in the library.
"I have no idea." Greg answered.
"Hi, your Goyle and Crabbe?"
"Yes." They answered.
"I was informed you need a tutor for your subjects." She sat down.
They exchanged a look. They didn't need any tutors, they were actually doing very well in their classes. "Look, Dragon, a lion is visiting us snakes." Harry peeked around the stack of books he was carrying. "Vincent, the book on the American Civil War is on top."
"Thanks, Harry." Vincent took the book.
"Dragon as yours, Greg." Harry set the remaining books down on the table. "You are in my seat." He really didn't understand why the bushy haired girl kept insisting on trying to be their friend. He had seen her too many times speaking to Dumbledore to trust her.
"There are plenty of other seats." She replied.
"They are taken." Draco informed her as he placed his stack of books down. "Vin, I wrote to my uncle in the US, he said if you have any questions or want to learn more, he will gladly correspond with you. If you need a formal introduction, my father can do it."
"Great, I appreciate you writing to him. My dad said if I do well in Binns' class he will allow him to go to America for my sixteenth birthday."
"That will help you with your Masters in History." Greg smiled at his friend.
"You want to get a Masters in History? Did you know that muggles have all different classification on history? Most specialize in one period." Granger hoped this angle would work. Dumbledore wanted her to get close to Harry.
"I am aware, and I want to specialize in the American Civil War." Vincent glared.
"Almost got the Snape glare down, a bit more lip." Blaise said as he joined them.
"Let's check the books out, we will be able to have our privacy in the common room." Draco was wondering why Harry wasn't saying much.
Everyone stood up, except Granger, she looked like she was trying, but she couldn't get out of the chair. "See ya later alligator." Harry commented to her.
"In a while crocodile." Greg added. "Did I get it right?"
"You did. Very good." Harry added. "I have some more we can learn later.'
"You glued her to the chair didn't you?" Draco asked after they checked out their books and they could see Granger was still trying to get off of the chair.
"Yes, I did. We still had some Superglue left and frankly, she is starting to annoy me." Harry answered. "Plus, I can say we were testing it on magical stain resistant furniture."
Draco and the other laughed.
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The doors to the Great Hall opened and suddenly three and four leaf clovers fell from the ceiling as leprechauns came dancing in. They had the Riverdance music going and they did the Irish Jig around the tables passing out miniature pots, with gold foiled covered chocolate coins in each one. They performed for a good fifteen minutes after that. They danced their way back out and the doors closed.
Everyone had green hair and was dressed in green. Their skin was silver with specks of gold. "How did you get the specks of gold?" Draco quietly asked.
"Severus did it. He found some potion that would allow us to keep the dyes separated." Harry answered.