Title – The Rock Named Pariah

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Chapter One –

It was the beginning of July. Ginny Weasley put down her quill, taking in the heat of the afternoon.

She decided to put off her holiday work for a bit and go downstairs for some cold milk, or perhaps, some ice-cold lemonade. Running down the stairs, she remembered that she had left her favorite mug in her room.

Running back upstairs, she grabbed the mug and called Ron from the attic to come down to the kitchen.

"Coming! Just let me give Pig this treat," grumbled Ron. Pig had been unusually annoying since last term. 

"Hogwarts letters!" called Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny bumbled down that stairs once more to find George and Fred on top of each other in front of Percy's room on the second landing.

Ginny carefully treaded around the twins and down to the kitchen.

Just then, a small pop sounded, followed by a thud. It seemed that Percy had apparated home from work.

He had apparated into his room, opened the door, walked, tripped and fell on top of the twins.

To make matters worse, Ron was yelling at Pig while running down the stairs, his head turned toward the attic.

Of course, he didn't see the twins and Percy, so he tripped and fell on top with a high-pitched shriek from Percy and groans from the twins. "What the hell d'you think you all are doing here?!" yelled Ron.

"Yeah, what the hell are you doing here, piled up like carcasses in front of my door?" complained Percy.

"What did we do? What did we do, Percy? George here tripped on the picture of your Penelope while coming down the stairs! And Fred here tripped over me!" said the twins.

"Geroff me, Perce! Geroff me, Ron! Geroff ME, ALL OF YOU!" exclaimed George.

"ALL OF YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT, BEFORE I CALL YOUR FATHER!" went Mrs.Weasley, clutching a soapy pot in her left hand and a sponge in the other.

Ginny laughed as everyone tried to straighten themselves out, but only tripping themselves again.

As they sat down at the long, twelve-seat table in the kitchen, they read their Hogwarts letters while sipping cold lemonade and half-listening to Percy drone on and on to his mother about the state of his in-tray.

Apparently, mix-ups from the Quidditch World Cup still needed fixing. Percy had gotten Howlers, letters with bubotuber pus in them, and people coming up to Percy and ranting about this and that.

The Hogwarts letters had recommended dress robes this year to all years, and new books, which, of course she would get free and second-hand from her brothers.

As for Fred and George, being seventh-years, had to take their final exams, which determined if they were to be fully-licensed wizards. They were also expecting some order forms to return from Lee Jordan, who also happened to be in on the joke shop thing.

But they had to be ever careful now, because Mum had caught them in the middle of planning a shop blueprint in their room once. When she had gotten through with them, they looked half-dead.

Then Ron asked, "Hey Mum, is Harry coming over this summer?" "I'm not quite sure. Your father and I need to ask Dumbledore first."

Ginny blushed at the mention of Harry. She wasn't quite over him yet. What made getting over him hard was the fact that he had saved her life in his second year.

"Yeah, Mum, can we go and pick him up if Dumbledore lets?" said the twins.

"No." said Mrs.Weasley. "Do you really think I'll let you go and pick up Harry after what happened to that poor cousin of his? Eh, George, Fred?"

"I'm going to go and finish up my report on those acrid Acid Pops. At least there are some people that care about their careers", said Percy.

Ginny noticed that he was eyeing the twins as he said this. The twins will do fine, Ginny thought. People would love their joke shop.

Then Mrs. Weasley glanced at the clock and happily reported: "Your father's coming home".

Just then, a small pop! was heard from outside, the door opened and there stood Mr. Weasley, clutching an unconscious Errol by his feet.