P.S. I was too tired to add all the italics that were really there. Use your imagination . ~Juliette
The NEW challenge: (week of 1/7/01)
-Someone has to say, "I'm NOT a clock!"
-Someone must say: "Z'yanta parah" which is hebrew for "He f*cked a cow" :)
-There must be someone with a prosthesis (which is a fake limb)
-A crazy bludger must be present
-Someone must believe that they are a talk show host. but...they can't be actually AT a talk show.
-Someone must say "I love Voldemort" BUT--they can't be a death eater, death eater sympathizer, AND it can't be sarcastic! (I know that IS hard...)
-Hermione has to wear a Metallica shirt.
And finally,
-It has to be funny. At least semi-funny! :-)
Part Three
Chapter One - A Baker's Dozen
This isn't a Harry Potter story. In fact, Harry plays a most minute role in it. This is the story of The Weasleys and their Devli's child (duh, its the name!). So when thirteen years pass, and some random fanfic reader, let's just call her Mandy (no connection to METMA...) asks, what ever happened to Harry Potter? I ask, whatever happened to Ernie Prang? (Now I know a couple of you are grabbing for you HP books to find Ernie, so I'll tell you he's the knight bus driver.)
Now don't get me wrong, Harry is not that unimportant. For the sake of this story, let's just say that Harry fails to kill Voldemort, but returns him to his less-than-human state, more or less saving the world again (all hail Lord Potter). Let's leave it up to J.K. to write in the details, (not to mention make millions of dollars for it).
More important to the story are the Weasleys. Let's begin from the top. Bill marries Fleur, then moved to France to start a family, giving up his Gringots job. Charlie still lives in Romania, working with dragons. Percy marries Penelope Clearwater. Supported by his ministry job, they move not too far from The Borrow. Fred and George start a joke shop, which is a large success. They move into the flat above the store (to their parents relief). Ron marries Hermione (no big surprises there), J.K. will write in their jobs; they're really unimportant to me. Ginny falls in love with a Hufflepuff who was in the same year as her at school; he is never mentioned in the HP books. They are getting married in July. The remaining three Weasleys, Molly, Arthur and Nina still live in The Borrow.
Molly and Arthur adore their daughter, secretly believing that their eighth child turned out the best. Molly wrote several sequels to her book, Mrs. Weasley's guide to Pregnancy, (in chronological order): Mrs. Weasley's guide to Mysterious Babies, Mrs. Weasley's Guide to Raising Magical Kids, Mrs. Weasley's Guide to Twins (double trouble), Mrs. Weasley and The Adoption Option and Mrs. Weasley Discusses How Many is Too Many?
So, now you're saying I really care about Mrs. Weasley, get on with it! Ok, Mandy, hold your horses. Yes, as you may have guessed, Thalia Stark did go back to the "good" side. She sought refuge from Dumbeldore, and (somehow) played a large role in bringing Voldemort down (again). She doublecrossed him, but never got caught. Dr. Stark isn't that good though; she remains the only person who knows who the Weasley's really adopted.
Finally, on to Nina. She is in her third year at Hogwarts, top of her class. Why year three? asks Mandy. I shrug, why not? Seriously, NO MORE QUESTIONS! (Waits a few seconds, then continues). The main reason why Nina is in her third year of Hogwarts is because nothing major happens in her first two.
The only important thing to happen in Nina's first year was the sorting. All right, I know what your thinking: Gryffindor = good, Slytherin = bad. NO, NO & NO! Yes, Nina is placed in Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean she is a saint. Not to go into gory details, the sorting hat had a hard time placing her. It took a record long time, (10 minutes) to place her in Gryffindor.
On to the story…
Chapter Two – Ron's Pet Peeve
Nina Weasley emerged from the Hogwarts Express; she pushed her way through throngs of students. Her family was as easy to spot in a crowd as a Hagrid; across the crowded train platform. She set a course to toward the eight flaming redheaded witches and wizards waving at her.
Molly Weasley embraced her youngest daughter, barely letting her breathe. After quick hugs from her brothers and sisters, (including sister in laws Hermione and Fluer), they set off for the Borrow. Percy, of course, hadn't been able to make it; he had too much work at the Ministry.
Being the only one not able to apparate, Arthur Weasley had driven his new BMW to Kings Cross Station to pick up his daughter for the winter vacation. Ron and his wife, Hermione came along for the ride. Molly and the rest of her children (and children in law) apparated back to the Burrow from the platform.
The car ride was long and fun. Ron and Hermione eagerly shared stories from their three week holiday in America. They described all the famous wizard and muggle landmarks they'd visited, including New York, LA and Boston.
Nina listened assiduously as Hermione depicted their visit to Salem, Massachusetts. Besides being the sight of the witchcraft trials of 1692, but also hosts the largest American wizarding village, similar to England's Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Village.
"Oh that was boring," Ron groaned. He was sitting in the front of the car, completely turned around to talk to his sister. "The muggle concert was much more interesting," he informed Nina."
"Really?" Nina leaned forward, feeling the tug of her safety belt. "Stupid muggle thing," she muttered. "What muggle concert?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband. Ignoring her stabbing glaze, Ron described in full colour (A/N: Oh yeah, I'm British – lol!) the Metallica concert they'd attended in New York.
"Metallica," Nina stupidly repeated. She'd never heard of such a band; she'd never heard of any muggle band, for that matter. "Are there others?" Nina asked
"Oh, loads," Ron replied. Showing off, he ticked off the muggle bands he knew. "Metallica, Green Day, Korn, Limpbizket… Damn-it!"
"Wha…" Nina looked at her brother surprised.
"Every damn time…" he muttered. Hermione gave him a wicked look; she obviously was more clued in on what was bothering Ron.
"Ron, it's just the way we are, you can't change it," she said, worriedly.
"I don't care!" Ron shouted. "Stupid magic, can't even fix fingers!"
"What!" Nina screamed.
"Ron can't stand when he bends his ring finger, and his pinky follows," explained Hermione.
Nina giggled. "That's your pet peeve Ron?" Ron turned crimson (a Weasley trait, which Nina was glad to not poses).
"Anyway," Hermione said, ignoring her husband. "There are a lot of great bands which aren't hard rock." She counted off a few on her fingers, letting her pinky follow her ring finger as she went along. This made Ron cringe. "Well there's the Dave Matthews Band, Guster, The Barnaked ladies…"
"The Barnaked Ladies?" giggled Nina. She honestly thought they were making up the names to see how foolish she was.
"No, in all seriousness!" chuckled Hermione. "They're not naked and they're not ladies, but they're a great band!" Ron rolled his eyes, he preferred Metallica to BNL any day.
"How do they make the music loud enough for all the muggles to hear?" asked Nina.
"They have microphones and amps," replied Hermione knowledgeably.
Mr. Weasley suddenly turned around, ignoring his driving duties. "Really? Do they have plugs?" he asked excited.
"Dad!" Nina cried. Mr. Weasley ignored her. Desperate, Ron leaned across the front seat, grabbing hold of the wheel.
"Relax," Arthur sighed. Terrified, Nina and Hermione gave him awkward stares. Neither knew how to relax when they were in a moving car without a driver. "Its charmed to steer itself," explained Arthur.
"Really?" inquired Hermione. "Brilliant," she muttered.
"Dad, isn't that illegal?" Nina asked. Mr. Weasley turned his head, slightly ashamed. What would Mrs. Weasley think if she knew he'd bewitched the car? He'd promised her repeated times that he wouldn't touch it with magic, only to break his word. Muggle driving was quite a pane which most witches and wizards tended to avoid. Besides being slower than apparating, floo powder or port keys, driving was far more dangerous.
"I should tell mum!" Nina said.
"Why tell mum?" Ron asked. "It's not a flying car. The ministry wouldn't mind as long as it looked like you were driving."
Mr. Weasley turned around. They were driving quite fast on a huge bypass, getting funny stares from passing cars. ""Z'yanta parah"," muttered Arthur.
"What's that mean, dad?" asked Nina. She leaned forward in her seat, once again pulling on the safety belt. "Was that one of the Weasley codes I'm not supposed to know about?"
"How do you know about those?" asked Ron.
"Ginny told me," replied Nina.
"Well that one isn't clean, you wouldn't want to know what it meant?" Hermione said.
"You know what that meant?" asked Ron.
"I never told you this, but when I was helping you write them, I picked up the Hebrew language. I had an Israeli pen-pal during the summer after our fifth year."
"Really?" asked Ron. "Hey! Would that pen-pal happen to have been a wizard?" he asked, sternly.
Hermione giggled. "No, her name was Efrona." Ron turned slightly red, as Hermione gave him a reassuring peck on the nose.
Chapter Three – Someone Gets Caught…
The Borrow was a magnificent place. Despite their wealth, The Weasleys were too attached to their house to move. Many more rooms were added as extensions. Each of the Weasleys had his/her own room, even though only one child remained at home.
As they entered the house, their noses were met with extraordinary smells. Mrs. Weasley and the Weasley's paid house elf, Paige, were cooking a huge welcome home dinner. Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands on a dirty apron and ran over to hug her daughter.
"Mum!" screamed Nina. The plump woman planted a huge kiss on her daughter's cheek.
"I was so worried!" Mrs. Weasley said. "You took so long, dinner's almost ready!"
"There was traffic on the bypass," explained Mr. Weasley.
"You mean, Arthur Weasley, you didn't make that car fly?" asked Mrs. Weasley, surprised.
"Fly?" Mr. Weasley asked, as if the mere idea was ludicrous.
Molly put her hands on her hips. "All right, dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, go wash up, all of you!" Mr. Weasley, Nina, Ron and Hermione marched upstairs get ready. That left Mrs. Weasley and Paige in the kitchen to put finishing touches on the huge dinner.
"Where is Percy?" muttered Molly. He had supposed to apparated to Kings Cross Station to meet his sister, nearly three hours ago. Checking the clock over the mantel, the name Percy pointed to work. Mrs. Weasley stared at a couple more seconds, her mouth turning down into a frown. She would have to go to the Ministry and get Percy herself.
Before leaving, Mrs. Weasley removed her dirty apron and examined herself in the mirror. There was flower powdered in Molly's hair, and food stains on her robes that had managed to miss the apron. "You're a mess, go change!" The mirror shouted. Ignoring it, Molly tried to dust off her robes as much as she could.
"Mrs. Weasley, madam," Paige panted. She came running into the living room.
"Yes, Paige?" The small house elf looked like a mini Mrs. Weasley, in that she was covered in food.
"Dinner," she said. What? "Dinner is to be in fifteen minutes, madam. You can't leave."
"Paige, finish setting up the tables, I'll be back in ten minutes, I promise." The small elf looked devistated, but obeyed. After she'd disapeared back into the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley rechecked herself in the mirror. "What time is it anyway?" she mumbled.
"I am not a clock!" screamed the mirror. Taken back, Mrs. Weasley apparated. She felt the familiar feeling of floating, and carefully concentrated on her son's office in the Ministry. Just as she had once stood in her own living room, Mrs. Weasley now stood in the huge head of department suite.
What met Mrs. Weasley's eyes she would not soon forget. There, on his desk, were two people. "Percy Weasley!" Molly shouted. The 30-year-old man sat up.
"Mum!" The girl below Percy rolled onto the floor. She was Penelope Clearwater, Percy's wife. Molly had never seen two people so red, especially her son.
Realizing that she was intruding in something legal (besides being in his office, it was ok because they were married), Mrs. Weasley became embarrassed herself. "I'm sorry," she stammered.
"Molly," coaxed Penelope. She stepped forward, pulling the creases out of her beautiful lavender robes. "I came to get Percy, you know how he's attached to his work," she said.
Molly nodded her head. "You were supposed to meet your sister at Kings Cross three hours ago," she scorned.
"Mum! I forgot!" Percy answered, honestly. He hopped off the desk, replaced a few books onto it and announced that he'd be home in five minutes, and to go on without him. Mrs. Weasley left, leaving her grown up son with his wife.
Chapter Four – Bill and Fleur's surprise
Dinner that night was amazing. Even with fourteen people, (Ginny's fiancé, Scott came) there was too much food. Nina sat in the middle of the table, Ginny on one side of her and Hermione on the other. Hermione wore a muggle t-shirt that had the word Metallica plastered across the bust. Ron, who sat on her other side, had a similar one. The twins and Charlie sat across, being the only single men in the family.
Bill and Fleur were seated at one end, whispering and feeding each other, which made Nina sick. Her three married siblings all acted extremely different around their wives. Bill was very touchy, which was unlike him. He and Fleur kissed a lot, which must have been a French thing to do; no one else did it. Ron and Hermione teased one another, but showed obvious love for each other. Percy and Penelope were eating silently, on the oppiste side of the table from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. She wasn't sure why, but Nina thought that they were avoiding each other.
Halfway through dinner, Fleur stood up, letting her sheer blond hair cascade over her shoulders. Immediately, she caught the attention of the entire Weasley family. "We 'ave something to tell you," she said in a light French accent. Bill stood and put his hand on his wife's shoulder. He bent down, whispering something into her ear. She nodded.
"Spit it out, Bill," Fred said. Mrs. Weasley shot him a glance, then motioned for Bill and Fleur to hurry up.
"We wanted to tell you at Christmas, but this seemed like just as good a time," said Bill. Fleur looked up, giving him a veela smile, then spoke gently.
"We are to have a baby soon," she said. All at once, everyone shot out of their seats, going to congratulate them. Mrs. Weasley had tears streaming down her face.
"I love babies," she cried.
"We know," said George.
"George!" scolded Mrs. Weasley, in-between sobs. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, then hugged Fleur. The rest of the family did too. "How long?" Molly asked.
"Almost two montz," answered Fleur. She did not appear to be pregnant yet. Finally, they sat down and finished dinner.
Mrs. Weasley told the story of Nina blasting off the American editor's daughter's toe for the zillionth time that night. Only Scott hadn't heard it. None the less, they all got a good laugh from the baby story. Nina was excited to have a future niece or nephew.
When dinner had finished, Mrs. Weasley pulled several pies out of the oven. There was apple, blueberry and pumpkin. Nina took a slice of each, despite being so full she felt like bursting. The grownups (they were everyone besides Nina) had been drinking all night, and it was apparent that Ron and Hermione were the drunkest.
The couple was now describing a muggle talk show called the Jerry Springer show that they'd watched in a hotel room. Ron pretended to be the man called Jerry, asking Hermione if she had something to tell Fred. Drunk, Hermione replied 'yes.' She said she'd been cheating on him with George. The twins burst out laughing, Fred hickuped loudly.
"That's enough!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. "Your drunk! Go to bed!"
"I'm not drunk, mum." George tried to get up, only to fall back into the sofa. Nina, being the only fully sober one (besides Fleur… never drink when your pregnant!) there had to help Ron and Hermione up to their room, her parents helping the rest.
Nina opened her bedroom door, finding Paige adding logs to the fire. "Thanks," she said. Paige was unlike most house elves. It is in her blood to be obedient and invisible to humans, but Paige did not fully follow her genes. She was the daughter of the elves Dobby and Winky, and worked for pay. Paige was one of Nina's earliest friends.
"Ms. Weasley, how is Hogwarts?" the elf asked.
"Sit down," said Nina. Paige jumped onto the bed, fluffed a pillow then sat on it. "Hogwarts is great, we're going to win the house cup again," she told Paige.
"OH!" squealed the elf. "Have you seen Dobby and Winky?" she asked. Nina nodded. The two elves visited her constantly. Nina yawned, sitting down on the foot of her bed. "Is Nina, Ms. tired?" Nina felt her eyes droop, but she shook her head. The elf bounced off the bed, re-fluffed the pillow and disappeared.
Nina changed into night robes, brushed her teeth then settled into bed. She felt her eyes close and immediately fell asleep. For the first time in her life, she had a bad dream…
Chapter Five – The End of the Beginning
Nina couldn't find herself. She was witnessing her dream without a body, sort of like a movie. She was in a dim room. Its shelves were lined with all sorts of potions; more than Snape's office. For an uncalculated amount of time, there was no one in the room. Suddenly, a man entered from a side door. Nina couldn't recognize him.
The man wore long black robes, which swooshed behind him. He had dark eyes and hair, and an evilness to him. Had Nina had a body, she would have shivered. A small man entered the room, bent down and kissed the hem of his robes.
"Master, Dr. Stark will be here soon to perform the operation." The man called master flicked his wand, sending jet of red light dangerously close to the small man. "I will gg… go get her," he stuttered. He apparated, leaving the master pacing the dimly lit room.
A little while later, the small man returned with a woman. "My lord, are you ready?" she asked timidly.
"Get on with it woman!" the lord shouted.
The woman pulled a wand from her pocket, pointed it at a nasty looking, well beat up wooden chair, whispered something and transfigured it into a hospital bed. The lord sat on it, awaiting the procedure.
"Stark," the small man said. The woman called Stark followed him to the other corner. Nina's non-existent body followed them. "I love Voldemort," the man said, "and if you do something to him…"
"Shut your mouth, Peter, "the woman snapped. "What are you going to do? Turn into a rat and attach me?" The man, Peter pointed a strange hand at her.
"Do you know what this is?" He spoke more bravely away from his lord's presence. The woman, Stark, gulped.
"It is a prosthesis," she said, with apparent medical knowledge.
"No," replied the small man, Peter. "It is a prosthesis, but it is also much more than a prosthesis." The woman nodded.
"Wormtail!" hollered the lord.
"Yes master?" Peter Wormtail said. Nina assumed it was his name. He scurried across the room, the woman following him. She took out her wand and began reciting unfamiliar charms, while Peter Wormtail prepared several potions.
After several hours, the woman said, "it is complete master, it will take nine months." The lord's black eyes flashed at her.
"Go," he said. "Come back when I call for you. If you disobey me, I will have you killed like the mudbloods."
* * *
Nina Weasley did not shoot up in bed in a cold sweat. When she did awake, she had no recollection of having had a nightmare. In fact, she felt dandy. Despite the cold December morning air, her room was quite cozy, and the smell of pancakes was coming from the kitchen.
After breakfast, they all went out to play quidditch. Bundling up, Nina got her LightRod5000, one of the best racing broomsticks in the world. She was a chaser on the Gryffindor house team, and hoped to be the new captain in her fourth year.
As a joke, Fred and George set a crazy bludger on her, which forced Nina to do a series of amazing dives and twists. Hermione held what she called a muggle video camera. She taped them playing, replaying the footage later. Mr. Weasley was amazed at the technology, mainly the batteries that ran it.
Nina went to bed that night feeling as though she had the perfect life.
She had a loving family that would soon expand, many friends at school,
a spot on the best house quidditch team and best of all it was only a week
till Christmas. Little did she know that her self knowledge would
soon be turned upside down…
OK.. Here's the deal. I want to make this series only four or
five parts, so it'll be done with in a week or two. The next part
will be up next weekend, if not later. I have finals next week, and two
the monday following. I know... it really sucks. I'm also re-doing
my webpage, which is taking
forever. Ontop of that, I'm going skiing for the rest of this three
day vacation. METMA people... please review, or email me, or both.
I truely love hearing from you guys. Everyone else, join METMA or
review, or both. C-ya ~Juliette