The next morning all the boys awoke late, many not wanting to get up and face the day or their family depending on what had happened last night or some just found themselves luxuriating in it being the first day of the holidays. Molly and Ginny had gone shopping in Diagon Alley and Arthur sought solitude in work, although he was supposedly on holiday like Percy. It was therefore a surprise to smell bacon sizzling as George ambled down the stairs at quarter past eleven. Katie stood with her back to him; her dirty fair hair hung limply around her face spilling down the back of her violet pyjamas. He coughed to make is presence known but she continued to ignore him. Then without warning, she turned to him and said, "Couldn't get me a plate for this could you. You can get one for yourself too, I made extra just in case." Then on to the two plates she served a huge fry of bacon, sausages, a fried egg each, fried bread, beans, toast and black pudding. They then sat down at the table and sat in silence until,

"Regional sports development, huh? What's that then? Like new quidditch pitches and stuff?"

Katie laughed showing creamy-white but gappy teeth, "That's a very concise way of putting it but I believe it to be simply a way of getting in to politics. Not that I've lost my interest in quidditch or anything I just believe there's more to life."

Putting on a false look of horror George turned to her, "More to life than quidditch? Never! So what type of politics are you into? Radical reform I presume!"

"Actually yes. I… I mean we… that is to say this party I belong to believe in equality for all and using the gifts we have for the service of all. For is it fair to deprive half of mankind of a gift which could make their lives easier for billions…yes, billions of people pure because of the greed of a few snooty politicians? Did you know in the muggle culture entertainers come into millions of peoples houses each night via a small black box? And their dances are different; they don't go to balls but discos. And their sports they're almost as good as quidditch. Come-on I'll show you."

She grabbed his hand and dragged him from his plate out to the back garden. His face flushed pink but choosing to ignore this he started to follow her instructions. Football… the name seemed to give the game away. The ball she had chosen to play with was a regulation quaffle but with a couple of quick charms it soon became a passable ball to play with. Katie had decided on a penalty shootout to ease George into the game and after only a couple of kicks of the ball it was obvious he was a natural. Only to obviously he was enjoying himself and it was not just the game.

However a loud yell from the kitchen brought them running to find that Fred had just dropped the frying pan on his foot.

*

Fred Weasley lay on the floor clutching his foot and rolling around in agony. Percy stood towering above him, frying pan in one hand cold compress in the other, looking perplexed and confused at what to do next. The Weasley boys had each had their few share of injuries but mostly they had been caused and only curable by magical means. None of them had bothered to learn basic muggle first aid presuming if that type of incidence occurred their mum would be on hand to sort it out. However now she was unreachable and if they contacted their dad he would be as confused as they were.

Suddenly a very dirty Katie and George ran through the kitchen door and after examining the situation Katie announced with a very broad grin that there was only one thing for it – the muggle doctor. Each of the boy's faced became a picture contorted with horror.

"The muggle doctor? Quite preposterous. I mean mum would kill us if she found out." Percy tried to sway the adamant (off-)blonde.

"And your father would be filled with loving pride at his accepting and very brave sons. No?"

"But-"

"Listen Perce I'll go. I mean it's got to be better than this." Fred moaned, trying to break through his agony with a smile that looked more like an overstretched wince.

Katie sat down on the floor beside him and said comfortingly to him, "It's alright. I know it hurts but you're right you'll go. Listen I'll transport you to the road where the doctor is. Then I'll send someone to get you to him. I think I know the very person." She took his hand and with a drop of foo powder he was gone.

*

The very next thing Fred new was that he had be dropped at the side of a t-junction and coming towards him was a crowd of what appeared to be rather gorgeous, voluptuous females aged between eighteen and twenty five, either that or he was delusional from the pain.

"God, wonder what's up with him there?"

"Who care's? He's good looking and here's me without any mascara on."

"Pity he's a red-head though. They can't go to any New Year's Eve parties."

" Oh, no and then he couldn't be able to go to any of your fabulous themed Auld Lange Sang parties now would he Tasha!"

"Exactly."

"Hey I think he's hurt. Sophe, Tash I think he's about to pass out."

"Listen Angelina I've got a party with Fro Bloom to get to this afternoon. You go play nurse if you want to but Tash and I are going." The world then seemed to fade in to nothingness for Fred.





A/N: First of all I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the story so far. This chapter was quite short for I had planned to write more but the ideas weren't flowing too well. I think it's going well so far but could be better. If anyone has any ideas on how to develop this story any better I will gratefully receive any tips or hints especially from those who have a good knowledge of the daughters. I love advice as it helps the progression of the story (and gets me more reviews). I also want to make an apology if the first Chava part was confusing for anyone: images of Elijah Wood kept flitting through my mind (note the name Fro Bloom). Yours in hopefulness (for advice) Peann xxx.



Diclaimer: All belongs to JK Rowling, Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick