Flipped
Chapter Two: Decisions and Workings
Disclaimer: okie doky folks!! You all know that I do not own Harry Potter, Ron or any of these ppl! (if I did, would I be writing fanfiction?? I don't think so!! I would be working on book 5!!!) (
Anywayz, I hope you like the rest of this story. It really isn't mean to be that big a deal. I wrote the first chapter to get rid of writers block on another story, and I seem to like this one!! so I guess ill continue!! Well, enjoy! And REVIEW!! Please!!!!
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Arthur and Molly Weasley were woken up the next morning by the screaming of eight children running about there home. as soon as the children were aware that their parents were sitting up in bed reading the Daily Prophet, they bombarded them with questions. Can I go to Bobby's house? Will you make me breakfast? Can I ride my toy broom outside? Can I ride my toy broom in the house? (to which both parents shouted 'NO!') They were used to this, and answered each question from everyone, Molly holding little Ginny on her lap, holding her bottle. At last, all of the children besides Ginny had ran downstairs to play with their toys or friends. Arthur saw to it that Ron was safely in his playpen in his room, and the two sat down on the bed, and sorted out last night's events in their heads.
When Molly sighed, Arthur looked over at her and smiled slightly. "so," he said quietly. "what are you thinking?"
Molly didn't answer right away, but looked thoughtful for a moment. "I look at all of my children, and wonder what they did to deserve the pursuit of the Dark Lord. They are just children. What did we do to deserve it? I am not sure I know what to do Arthur, but I know one thing. I will not let my home be invaded by Him with out a fight, that I am sure of." After her passionate speech, Molly sat back down on the bed, tickling Ginny in the tummy, waiting for her husband's response.
Arthur was inspired by his wife's passion, and knew he felt the same way. "Alright then," he stated softly but with force. "we will perform this charm, and hope that everything will go as planned, and we will be safe again." Or as safe as anyone is these days, he thought to himself. Molly nodded in agreement, but didn't answer as Fred (or George, she couldn't always tell) came into their room screaming that Charlie had broken his toy broom, and Charlie followed, insisting that he had only 'accidentally' crashed it into a pack of lawn gnomes, who had eaten it. Molly rolled her eyes, and followed her children downstairs to divert another storm of tears and accusations.
Arthur followed, laughing silently all the way down the stairs. He loved his family, but he didn't know how long he would be able to stand them if they were kept to the house for weeks on end. He shuddered at the thought of all of the children here at the same time all day long, and then laughed at his folly. He would get by, as long as his family was safe. He went into Ron, Fred and George's room and saw his youngest son building with some of the foam blocks that he had gotten for his first birthday. Ron was always fascinated with them, especially when he finished building whatever he was building and it lit up with mini fireworks and a grand opening parade. Arthur laughed, as his son was awed once again. The young wizard toys were getting better and better as time went on. He picked Ron up and hoisted him on his hip to go downstairs.
"Dada!" Ron squealed happily. He has recently learned to talk, and loved it. "Me want broom!" he exclaimed, as they reached the bottom of the steps and saw his older brother go zooming across the living room about three inches above the ground on a toy broom.
"Now Fred!" Molly cried, chasing after his with a wand, "I told you specifically 'NO flying in the house! Go outside and fly!" she shooed the boy outside after Taping him lightly on the head.
"Me want broom," little Ron repeated sadly.
"Not yet little tyke," Arthur told him, and set the boy down on the ground so that he could teeter outside and play with his brothers. Molly looked busy in the kitchen, muttering to herself about brooms inside and something about lawn gnomes. Arthur smiled and walked outside into the beautiful weekend sunshine. He loved his summer days off from the ministry work.
Ginny was in a small playpen on the little grass that was left in the yard, on her back playing with a toddler toy that arched over her and said random things to the child that seemed to amuse her. Percy, reading a thick book of Hogwarts Rules watched over Ginny. Arthur looked further into the yard, and saw Charlie and Bill practicing Quiditch on their Cleansweeps that they had gotten for Christmas that year. They had been on sale at a yard sale, and the boys seemed to love them, despite begin erm, a bit more than slightly used. They still flew though, which made all the difference. At least, that was what he had told the boys Christmas morning when they looked sad at having hand-me-down brooms.
Oh well, Arthur thought now, they seem to like them now. Charlie, at least, had great potential as a quiditch player. He was in his first year at Hogwarts, and was aspiring to be on the quiditch team next year. Bill, however, was a great student. In his second year, he was getting excellent marks in all of his classes. He seemed to be liked by all of his professors, and most of his peers. Arthur saw great promise for Bill in the academic regions of his life. He smiled, and looked for his other children. Fred seemed to be chasing George around the yard, waving a stuffed animal over his head. Or, was it the other way around, George chasing Fred? Did it ever matter? What mattered was that the stuffed animal was flaming, and the boy chasing was going to be aflame in a moment. Arthur whipped out his own wand and whispered a few chosen words that turned the flames of the teddy bear into cold tickling flames that made Fred (George?) stop and look down at it quizzically. He put his hand in it a few times before the other twin looked back, and came to examine the tickling flames on the teddy bear.
Arthur shook his head, and turned to go back into the house to help Molly. As her was turning, he saw Ron, looking closely at the bushes on the side of the yard. Arthur wondered briefly what he was doing before walking over to lean down over the child. What he saw made his catch his breath quickly. His eighteen-month-old son leaning over so quizzically was a small ring in the dirt. It looked like a gold ring that could belong to any muggle on the street. Arthur leaned over his son, and picked it up to examine it, much to the dismay of Ron. He turned it over to look at the front and dropped it quickly. He picked Ron up and backed away from the ring, his face was pale, clashing horribly with his stark red hair. He looked terrified.
"Daddy!? I wuz playin wit dat!" Ron protested, trying to wiggle out of his father's arms.
"RON STOP!" Arthur yelled severely, and all playing in the yard, from the oldest quiditch players to the youngest little girl, ceased immediately. None of the children could remember their father ever sounding like that. Molly quickly ran out from the house, searching wildly for the danger, and seeing only startled children and a scared looked husband holding the baby boy.
"Arthur?" she asked quietly, obviously afraid.
"Everyone get back into the house, now." he said softly, but everyone heard him. Bill and Charlie looked at each other for a moment before running to the house and urging Fred and George into the back door. Percy put down his book and, looking from his mother to father wildly, picked up Ginny and went in side as well. Molly ran up to Arthur and took Ron from his arms.
"Arthur," she said, her small voice afraid. "What is it?"
"Take Ron inside." He told her evasively. Backed away, but stared at her husband worriedly. Ron struggled in her arms, but she held him fast. She was not going to leave him with, well, whatever it was alone. Bill came to the door, and looked at his father, frightened and confused. Molly saw him, and told him to take his brother and watch the little ones for a while. When he went back inside, she crept up to her husband who was now leaning over a bush holding something small between two fingers.
"Arthur?" she repeated, worried for him. He looked back at her, a frightened look on his pale face. He was holding what she saw as a muggle pin. She was confused for a moment at why he would make such a fuss over a little ring, but looked at it closely. She saw what had frightened him so bad, and her throat got tight.
The muggle ring was gold wrought and the front was large, for a ring, but still relatively small. It was this picture that made them both terrified of the very thing. It was background in a deep violet, but the figure that was in a glowing white that scared them the most. It was the Dark Mark, plain and simple. Neither of them had ever seen The Mark on a muggle piece of jewelry. It was terrifying, but they had no idea why any wizarding mark would be on a muggle piece of jewelry. Arthur held it in his palm, his hand shaking slightly.
"Wha-" he tried, loosing his voice for a moment. "What should we do with it?" he whispered, not sure if he was asking Molly or himself.
"Dumbledore." Was the only word Molly uttered, but Arthur knew immediately that she was right. He nodded mutely, took out his wand, clutching the ring in his other hand and apparated away from the burrow.
Molly stared for a moment at the spot where he had disappeared, and then got up with a groan. She turned to see six small, worried faces staring at her from the doorway. She tried to smile at them comfortingly, but failed horribly. They didn't seem to mind. Nothing was said while she walked slowly inside, and sat on the couch next to Ron, who was now playing with a small figurine of something. Ginny was lying on a blanket on the floor. The other children silently sat around her, not speaking, just being together for a moment of silence.
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A/N: okie dokey folks.. (I like saying that!!) anywayz, tell me what you think of this pleeeease!!!!! I need to know if I should continue, or if this is too stupid to keep writing and should take it donw…. Well… Come On Folks!!! REVIEW!!!!! I need revewis to continue!! But otherwise, tell what u honestly thought. If this sux, tell me it sux!! Don't be afraid to speak ur mind!! (OMG!!! Now I sould like my mother!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *runs away screaming about turning into her mom with her hands waving in the air *
Directors Voice: Umm.. ahem, the author is experiencing erm, some sanity difficulties, and will be leaving now. Please review her story if you want it to continue.
Chapter Two: Decisions and Workings
Disclaimer: okie doky folks!! You all know that I do not own Harry Potter, Ron or any of these ppl! (if I did, would I be writing fanfiction?? I don't think so!! I would be working on book 5!!!) (
Anywayz, I hope you like the rest of this story. It really isn't mean to be that big a deal. I wrote the first chapter to get rid of writers block on another story, and I seem to like this one!! so I guess ill continue!! Well, enjoy! And REVIEW!! Please!!!!
Oo00ooOOoo00ooOOoo00ooOOoo
Arthur and Molly Weasley were woken up the next morning by the screaming of eight children running about there home. as soon as the children were aware that their parents were sitting up in bed reading the Daily Prophet, they bombarded them with questions. Can I go to Bobby's house? Will you make me breakfast? Can I ride my toy broom outside? Can I ride my toy broom in the house? (to which both parents shouted 'NO!') They were used to this, and answered each question from everyone, Molly holding little Ginny on her lap, holding her bottle. At last, all of the children besides Ginny had ran downstairs to play with their toys or friends. Arthur saw to it that Ron was safely in his playpen in his room, and the two sat down on the bed, and sorted out last night's events in their heads.
When Molly sighed, Arthur looked over at her and smiled slightly. "so," he said quietly. "what are you thinking?"
Molly didn't answer right away, but looked thoughtful for a moment. "I look at all of my children, and wonder what they did to deserve the pursuit of the Dark Lord. They are just children. What did we do to deserve it? I am not sure I know what to do Arthur, but I know one thing. I will not let my home be invaded by Him with out a fight, that I am sure of." After her passionate speech, Molly sat back down on the bed, tickling Ginny in the tummy, waiting for her husband's response.
Arthur was inspired by his wife's passion, and knew he felt the same way. "Alright then," he stated softly but with force. "we will perform this charm, and hope that everything will go as planned, and we will be safe again." Or as safe as anyone is these days, he thought to himself. Molly nodded in agreement, but didn't answer as Fred (or George, she couldn't always tell) came into their room screaming that Charlie had broken his toy broom, and Charlie followed, insisting that he had only 'accidentally' crashed it into a pack of lawn gnomes, who had eaten it. Molly rolled her eyes, and followed her children downstairs to divert another storm of tears and accusations.
Arthur followed, laughing silently all the way down the stairs. He loved his family, but he didn't know how long he would be able to stand them if they were kept to the house for weeks on end. He shuddered at the thought of all of the children here at the same time all day long, and then laughed at his folly. He would get by, as long as his family was safe. He went into Ron, Fred and George's room and saw his youngest son building with some of the foam blocks that he had gotten for his first birthday. Ron was always fascinated with them, especially when he finished building whatever he was building and it lit up with mini fireworks and a grand opening parade. Arthur laughed, as his son was awed once again. The young wizard toys were getting better and better as time went on. He picked Ron up and hoisted him on his hip to go downstairs.
"Dada!" Ron squealed happily. He has recently learned to talk, and loved it. "Me want broom!" he exclaimed, as they reached the bottom of the steps and saw his older brother go zooming across the living room about three inches above the ground on a toy broom.
"Now Fred!" Molly cried, chasing after his with a wand, "I told you specifically 'NO flying in the house! Go outside and fly!" she shooed the boy outside after Taping him lightly on the head.
"Me want broom," little Ron repeated sadly.
"Not yet little tyke," Arthur told him, and set the boy down on the ground so that he could teeter outside and play with his brothers. Molly looked busy in the kitchen, muttering to herself about brooms inside and something about lawn gnomes. Arthur smiled and walked outside into the beautiful weekend sunshine. He loved his summer days off from the ministry work.
Ginny was in a small playpen on the little grass that was left in the yard, on her back playing with a toddler toy that arched over her and said random things to the child that seemed to amuse her. Percy, reading a thick book of Hogwarts Rules watched over Ginny. Arthur looked further into the yard, and saw Charlie and Bill practicing Quiditch on their Cleansweeps that they had gotten for Christmas that year. They had been on sale at a yard sale, and the boys seemed to love them, despite begin erm, a bit more than slightly used. They still flew though, which made all the difference. At least, that was what he had told the boys Christmas morning when they looked sad at having hand-me-down brooms.
Oh well, Arthur thought now, they seem to like them now. Charlie, at least, had great potential as a quiditch player. He was in his first year at Hogwarts, and was aspiring to be on the quiditch team next year. Bill, however, was a great student. In his second year, he was getting excellent marks in all of his classes. He seemed to be liked by all of his professors, and most of his peers. Arthur saw great promise for Bill in the academic regions of his life. He smiled, and looked for his other children. Fred seemed to be chasing George around the yard, waving a stuffed animal over his head. Or, was it the other way around, George chasing Fred? Did it ever matter? What mattered was that the stuffed animal was flaming, and the boy chasing was going to be aflame in a moment. Arthur whipped out his own wand and whispered a few chosen words that turned the flames of the teddy bear into cold tickling flames that made Fred (George?) stop and look down at it quizzically. He put his hand in it a few times before the other twin looked back, and came to examine the tickling flames on the teddy bear.
Arthur shook his head, and turned to go back into the house to help Molly. As her was turning, he saw Ron, looking closely at the bushes on the side of the yard. Arthur wondered briefly what he was doing before walking over to lean down over the child. What he saw made his catch his breath quickly. His eighteen-month-old son leaning over so quizzically was a small ring in the dirt. It looked like a gold ring that could belong to any muggle on the street. Arthur leaned over his son, and picked it up to examine it, much to the dismay of Ron. He turned it over to look at the front and dropped it quickly. He picked Ron up and backed away from the ring, his face was pale, clashing horribly with his stark red hair. He looked terrified.
"Daddy!? I wuz playin wit dat!" Ron protested, trying to wiggle out of his father's arms.
"RON STOP!" Arthur yelled severely, and all playing in the yard, from the oldest quiditch players to the youngest little girl, ceased immediately. None of the children could remember their father ever sounding like that. Molly quickly ran out from the house, searching wildly for the danger, and seeing only startled children and a scared looked husband holding the baby boy.
"Arthur?" she asked quietly, obviously afraid.
"Everyone get back into the house, now." he said softly, but everyone heard him. Bill and Charlie looked at each other for a moment before running to the house and urging Fred and George into the back door. Percy put down his book and, looking from his mother to father wildly, picked up Ginny and went in side as well. Molly ran up to Arthur and took Ron from his arms.
"Arthur," she said, her small voice afraid. "What is it?"
"Take Ron inside." He told her evasively. Backed away, but stared at her husband worriedly. Ron struggled in her arms, but she held him fast. She was not going to leave him with, well, whatever it was alone. Bill came to the door, and looked at his father, frightened and confused. Molly saw him, and told him to take his brother and watch the little ones for a while. When he went back inside, she crept up to her husband who was now leaning over a bush holding something small between two fingers.
"Arthur?" she repeated, worried for him. He looked back at her, a frightened look on his pale face. He was holding what she saw as a muggle pin. She was confused for a moment at why he would make such a fuss over a little ring, but looked at it closely. She saw what had frightened him so bad, and her throat got tight.
The muggle ring was gold wrought and the front was large, for a ring, but still relatively small. It was this picture that made them both terrified of the very thing. It was background in a deep violet, but the figure that was in a glowing white that scared them the most. It was the Dark Mark, plain and simple. Neither of them had ever seen The Mark on a muggle piece of jewelry. It was terrifying, but they had no idea why any wizarding mark would be on a muggle piece of jewelry. Arthur held it in his palm, his hand shaking slightly.
"Wha-" he tried, loosing his voice for a moment. "What should we do with it?" he whispered, not sure if he was asking Molly or himself.
"Dumbledore." Was the only word Molly uttered, but Arthur knew immediately that she was right. He nodded mutely, took out his wand, clutching the ring in his other hand and apparated away from the burrow.
Molly stared for a moment at the spot where he had disappeared, and then got up with a groan. She turned to see six small, worried faces staring at her from the doorway. She tried to smile at them comfortingly, but failed horribly. They didn't seem to mind. Nothing was said while she walked slowly inside, and sat on the couch next to Ron, who was now playing with a small figurine of something. Ginny was lying on a blanket on the floor. The other children silently sat around her, not speaking, just being together for a moment of silence.
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A/N: okie dokey folks.. (I like saying that!!) anywayz, tell me what you think of this pleeeease!!!!! I need to know if I should continue, or if this is too stupid to keep writing and should take it donw…. Well… Come On Folks!!! REVIEW!!!!! I need revewis to continue!! But otherwise, tell what u honestly thought. If this sux, tell me it sux!! Don't be afraid to speak ur mind!! (OMG!!! Now I sould like my mother!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *runs away screaming about turning into her mom with her hands waving in the air *
Directors Voice: Umm.. ahem, the author is experiencing erm, some sanity difficulties, and will be leaving now. Please review her story if you want it to continue.