Chapter nine

Age 9

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Sorry for the spelling and grammar. I'll get a beta someday...

haha, Enjoy.

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" Bill! Charlie! Percy! Come down here, your letters have come!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. It was mid august, just a few day's before Percy's birthday. The letters were a late this year... Oh well, it was probably because of the new staffing being done at hogwarts. A scuffle with some Quirrel person.

A few minuets later the three boys emerged from their various places in the house, Ginny and Ron tagging along. (Ginny probably wanted to sneak a look at the letters, while Ron was hopping for an early lunch.)

Charlie and Bill sat at the kitchen table to unfold the multiple pieces of parchment, and Percy sat on the floor by the sink.

"7th year, man, that went pretty bloody fast..." Bill said, shaking his head, while looking over the list of supplies.

"Bill. Language." Molly said, sending a withering eye at her son.

"Don't worry, you still have a full year of studying for NEWT's to look forward to." Fred said, strutting into the room, George by his side.

George and Fred both stopped, and sighed, looking at there oldest two brothers exchanging glances.

A moment later Charlie looked over at his two twin brothers, and Fred mouthed 'just do it' while George nodded. Charlie took a deep breath, and turned towards his mother.

"Hey mum, look what I got..." Charlie said sheepishly, and his mothers turned towards him. Then her eyes widened.

"CHARLIE!" Mrs. weasley shrieked, then pounced towards her second oldest son. She crossed the distance in remarkable time, and hugged him, her eyes teary-so tightly that his face became redder than his blush, and the hand that held the prefects badge started to go limp.

Percy stood with his mouth wide, staring at his older brother with newfound awe.

"Aw, not you TOO" George groaned- his delayed reaction. He then grinned at his twin, and they both traipsed away to there room.

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A week later, at the end of an unwanted (by Charlie) celebration:

(What can we say, Mrs. Weasley's unstoppable when she's on a roll)

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"Oooh Molly, I always did say you raised these older children well! Didn't I!" It was almost nightfall, and most of the guests had left. Of coarse-Muriel wasn't so easy to shake off... Why had she invited her again? Molly thought to herself.

"Oh, yes Muriel, you have." Molly was picking up the dinner dishes. The party had gone well, just a small version of a Weasley reunion... Muriel had been sitting in the same seat from the beginning, eating sugar cakes, and praising herself...

The radio in the corner switched from the old warbled song Fly, by the Cherry Chaps ("Flyy with mee to the mooon, on this olldd enchannted brooom!") which had come out when Muriel was a child, to the song Do the Hippogriff, by the Punk-in Pastries. (A nasty wizard rock band.)

"CAN YOU DO THE HIPPOGRIFF-

MA MA MA, MA MA MA MA, MA MA MA-"

and Muriel shrieked-

"Oh! Turn that OFF!" At the same time the twins ran into the room, there hand's in there pockets, and went over to the radio.

"FLYING OFF-OF A CLIFF!-

MA MA MA, MA-"

"Awesommee!" George said, and turned the volume up, while Fred said

"Yeah!" and came to sit in a chair by the table, were a half eaten plate of pastries sat. He of coarse reached for one, taking one hand from his pocket slowly.

"MA MA MA MA,- CAN, YOU DO, THE-"

"Hey, Fred" George said quietly, nodding to Muriel who sat with her hands stubbornly over her ears. His voice was shushed by the loud music, and only Fred and Mrs. Weasley (who was equipped at reading lips by now) saw what he said. Fred nodded back to him and grinned, and turned to his great aunt.

"TURN IT OFF NOW!!" The lady shouted, her face growing purple.

"Hey Aunt Muriel" he said smoothly, as George turned it off. Muriel huffed, and slouched down in her chair, before turning to one of two of her least favorite great nephews.

Mrs weasley picked up one more plate then headed inside. From the kitchen counter she stood at- bewitching the sponge to clean the dishes- she watched her twins...

"Boys." She never could tell them apart-so they were referred to like this. Muriel thought to herself.

"How have you been?" My were they cunning. Muriel thought.-Probably just trying to DISTRACT me from something! Thinking this, her eyes shifted side to side, and back at them. She gasped-they could not have heard that.- They had advanced closer to her, there hands in there pockets.

"Fine." She said, glaring slightly.

All of a sudden Fred and George spun around to face something, and Muriels eyes bulged-trying to look around the outside tent area to find something. The boys then turned around-smiling innocently, and bowed to there aging aunt.

"Bye Muriel!" They said together, and then they ran into the house and straight to there room.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Muriel screamed, just a minuet later. As she stood up abruptly, the dungbomb shot up-rocking the chair it so it tipped over, while the stench seeped all the way into the house. A moment later-before the heavy witch even tried to figure out what was happening-she apperated, and the boys burst out laughing at there bedroom window, where they had run as fast as they could to watch it from.

Mrs. Weasley couldn't punish them for what they had done, it was tactful, and a good way to get rid of Muriel... They had used one of those new moving dungbombs.... clever.

She'd done it once, but with a lifeless dungbomb.... But better to pretend she hadn't seen it than let her children know they could get away with it, yes, that would be better.

Truthfully, Molly Weasley was just glad to be rid of the old witch and be able to go about her evening.

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This chapter is posted in celebration of 300 readers! It is writen after the HP(by)JKR Quote " "The Weasley twins once set a Dungbomb off under their Auntie Muriel's chair." " xP Thank you guys for reviewing! And for those of you who continue to read this story and not review, I have nothing to say. ... ... ... .

I enjoy writing this story, it's so much different than my other writing. There is virtually no emotional... stuff, and I don't have to think very hard to remember details. It's quite relieving. xD

They start getting 'funny' in the next chapter. xP

READ: Next chapter I'm going to need you all to READ THE AUTHORS NOTE. There is some super important stuff in there!

Until then,

-Hana