Bittersweet witch craft
Chapter 1 a new ocean and another birthday
Ginny came running into the kitchen, crying soaking wet smelling of salty water and raw fish. Her fiery red hair was tangled in enchanted sea-weed and Mrs.Wealsly had just started breakfast.
"There, there darling, don't worry I'll get this uh." she paused,".seaweed out!" Mrs.Weasley had tried to give her daughter a reassuring smile but was only thinking that it was going to be a lot harder then stay-till-it-pops bubble trouble, bubble gum. She sighed after hopeless attempts o counter curses and spells. She was pulling the very stuck plant when she called those trouble-making culptives of hers downstairs.
"Fred." she gave another pull, "George.come down here NOW!" As the seconds grew into minutes Mrs.Weasley was losing patience. "FRED!" she wasn't pulling gently anymore as she screamed her twin's names, "GEORGE!" "Oww. mummy!" Ginny reached at her hair as a sudden reflex. "I'm sorry dear.here do me a favor watch over the bacon as I go deal with your brothers." Looking up at the ceiling she untied her apron and removed it from her waggling body.
She left going up the stairs thinking of how to punish them this time, when she let out a small gasp. There in front of her was a 4ft wide 7ft long ocean that had taken over her once before "just swept" hallway. There was a small red Bowie in the corner swaying as a brown wooden boat was floating toward the boy's room. "Ergh!" was her response from a mix of a grunt, sigh, and impatient noise that she had never done before. The ocean waves were growing stronger as a seagull was calling out circling the poor woman. Mrs.Weasley took a couple of deep breaths cooled down a tad of her anger and lifted her wand, "Tranalaro Migaronta!" The ocean made a squeaking noise and split in half. It started to swirl then crashed back down as if nothing happened. The Bowie was now in the center of the waving water as Mrs.Weasley tried again, "Pretrilious Elgramono!" This time the ocean swept up into a mini-twister and drained away into an invisible whirlpool. Mrs.Weasley brushed her front of her robes as she told herself, "That's more like it" and she stepped over a few flopping fish, much enchanted seaweed and sand. The seagull was still calling as it landed on the boats rim. She ignored it as she went to the masterminds of trouble's door. She gave a deep breath the turned the doorknob to find two boys laughing hysterically on the floor.
"FOR ALL THINGS IN MERLIN!" Mrs.Weasley said exasperated turned to Fred's bed and sat down as the two boys stopped rolling, letting the laughter turn into suppressed giggles. George had torn, cut up pants, a white floppy thin sailing shirt, long black socks, a brown can and a black hat with a white skull on the front. Fred had on a purple tank shirt with little black x's on it, a squawking green and red parrot on his left shoulder, some black shorts rolled up a inch, and a small black patch over his right eye. Mrs.Weasley looked at them as if they were mad, "Stand up!"
"Arr my lady" responded Fred in a gruff voice.
"What is wrong with you two?"
"It must be all the fresh air my lady."Fred started.
"Nay, it's the hunt for the treasure." George finished for him.
"Arr.. gold does many things to a man." Fred said as he rubbed his chin nodding.
"STOP THAT!" Mrs.Weasley was far from pleased. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU TWO ARE IN?"
"Trouble?.. Oh! TROUBLE! No we're sinking Fred get the cannon ready and the safety raft, Prepare to abandon ship!" George said as he started making siren noises. Fred ran around the room as if searching for something. He apparently grabbed some pale gray toy.
"Hoy I see the enemy. Let's make 'em walk the plank!" Fred called while looking through a hand held toy periscope pointed at Mrs.Weasley direction.
"Arr." George grunted as he pretended to wobble toward his brother, "Feed 'em to the sharks!"
"THAT'S IT!" Mrs.Weasley slammed her hand on the bed she was sitting on, "STOP THIS SHANIGIAN THIS INSTANT!" No one moved for a brief amount of time. "I'm not going to ask again." she warned.
Fred and George stopped there giggles and became serious, pointed there wands to each other and shouted together, "Retoro Gilanjabano!" They turned into there regular attire and both faced there mom.
"Ever since you two were little you have been nothing but trouble. From the time you put crackle poppies in everyone's rooms that took weeks to remove, from feeding Mrs. Peter's cat jello-farto that almost killed it from gastric explosions it gave every 20 min.'s. I always thought it was a stage and you two would soon grow into mature teenagers. All I ever wanted was for you two to get a good education and respect me, this family, and this house. But you two quit school open a joke shop and treat everyone as if there Ginny pigs and toys for experiments and fun." She stood up, "You think it's funny to treat Ginny like that or ruin the hallway with a. a. OCEAN!" she paused, "Oh what would great uncle Erne think now?! You two are nothing but a bunch of crazed baboons in a.,"she paused to think of that word. "A muggle zoo!" her face was full of disappointment and worry for them in the future.
"Awwww. Mum you're making me blush." Fred put his hands on his face like a girl while Fred sat done on his bed crossed his legs and began to giggle like a little church girl. "tehe he he he.. Mummy dearest, you're just too much!" And hit his leg with his hand as if excited. The two looked at each other and started to laugh.
"Well then." Mrs.Weasley stood up and started to walk slowly to the door. "I have had quite enough of both of you." She spoke through clenched teeth. The boy's giggles died out. "You have 1 hour to get out of this house and out of my site." She stormed out of there room raging with anger not giving them a chance to argue back. Mrs. Wealsly was too busy to notice a fine fishing line dangling down from the middle of the of the wet hallway's ceiling. Even more too busy to notice it was connected to a barely hanging bucket that Fred and George had put there to whoever had removed the ocean would still get wet.
Suddenly remembering that they burst out there door as George screamed out, "Mum!" Fred finished for him, "Watch out for the." but it was too late. As Mrs.Weasley was turning around a small hook hitched on to her robes and as she pulled back a gallon of salty ocean water dumped all over her. She gasped from the sudden coldness that struck her and yelled as loud as she could ever go, "FRED HECTOR WEASLEY!!" she spit water from her mouth that came in as she was yelling, "GEORGE HENRY WEASLEY!!" she spit again, "Did I say one hour, I meant ONE SECOND!" She was shoving her hands at them as if shooing a couple of pidgins from a picnic, "OUT! OUT!! OOOUUUTTT!!! The two boys gulped, looked at each other and said in perfect unison, "uh-oh."
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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Dudley! Happy Birthday to you!" came the cheerful (much to happy for Harry) group of Aunt Petunia Uncle Vernon, and about 6 or 7 friends of Dudley's.
"Now blow out your candles and make a wish sweetie!" said the delighted face of his aunt.
So Dudley did as he was told and 16 candles were out in two tries. More spit than wind. Everyone clapped except Harry. Just as when he was younger this was Dudley's day and he has gotten the most presents Harry thought imaginable. No matter the coast or quantity Dudley got whatever he wanted on his birthday. I mean they didn't want to spoil the 'ever so happy' boy on his 'ever so special' day. Harry was standing in the corner, not really wanting to watch but had to. They always tried to make him jealous in some way. Even in the pits of his stomach he had to admit he was jealous, but only because he didn't have something like that. A loving family, a happy occasional day to look forward to the whole year, which people celebrated you for being alive and a part of this world to share with. All he wanted was his parents and that love from them. But the one thing in the world he couldn't have was that. Harry had apparently taken too long to pick up a blue and green stripped wrapping because uncle Vernon was yelling at him.
"What's the matter with you boy?" After Uncle Vernon raised his eyebrow from studying the boy and he waited for Harry's response.
Harry didn't say a thing, but he was thinking only one thing, "You and this whole bloody place!" A small smile crept on Uncle Vernon's much too large face. "Cat got your tongue?" uncle Vernon did his usually empty chuckle and walked over to the birthday boy giving him a pat on the back. Harry knew not to let them get to him. He still had the best friends in the world, a great headmaster, and one very particular giant he could always count on, Hagrid. Everyone had now forgotten about Harry so he hurriedly picked up all the wrapping paper and trash and slipped out of the room undetected. When he reached his room, he walked over to Hedwig and petted her head. Then he laid flat on his bed while he started to think of when he would see the only "real" family he had again. Harry fell asleep thinking of happy memories of school, Ron, Hermione, and Cho.
Chapter 1 a new ocean and another birthday
Ginny came running into the kitchen, crying soaking wet smelling of salty water and raw fish. Her fiery red hair was tangled in enchanted sea-weed and Mrs.Wealsly had just started breakfast.
"There, there darling, don't worry I'll get this uh." she paused,".seaweed out!" Mrs.Weasley had tried to give her daughter a reassuring smile but was only thinking that it was going to be a lot harder then stay-till-it-pops bubble trouble, bubble gum. She sighed after hopeless attempts o counter curses and spells. She was pulling the very stuck plant when she called those trouble-making culptives of hers downstairs.
"Fred." she gave another pull, "George.come down here NOW!" As the seconds grew into minutes Mrs.Weasley was losing patience. "FRED!" she wasn't pulling gently anymore as she screamed her twin's names, "GEORGE!" "Oww. mummy!" Ginny reached at her hair as a sudden reflex. "I'm sorry dear.here do me a favor watch over the bacon as I go deal with your brothers." Looking up at the ceiling she untied her apron and removed it from her waggling body.
She left going up the stairs thinking of how to punish them this time, when she let out a small gasp. There in front of her was a 4ft wide 7ft long ocean that had taken over her once before "just swept" hallway. There was a small red Bowie in the corner swaying as a brown wooden boat was floating toward the boy's room. "Ergh!" was her response from a mix of a grunt, sigh, and impatient noise that she had never done before. The ocean waves were growing stronger as a seagull was calling out circling the poor woman. Mrs.Weasley took a couple of deep breaths cooled down a tad of her anger and lifted her wand, "Tranalaro Migaronta!" The ocean made a squeaking noise and split in half. It started to swirl then crashed back down as if nothing happened. The Bowie was now in the center of the waving water as Mrs.Weasley tried again, "Pretrilious Elgramono!" This time the ocean swept up into a mini-twister and drained away into an invisible whirlpool. Mrs.Weasley brushed her front of her robes as she told herself, "That's more like it" and she stepped over a few flopping fish, much enchanted seaweed and sand. The seagull was still calling as it landed on the boats rim. She ignored it as she went to the masterminds of trouble's door. She gave a deep breath the turned the doorknob to find two boys laughing hysterically on the floor.
"FOR ALL THINGS IN MERLIN!" Mrs.Weasley said exasperated turned to Fred's bed and sat down as the two boys stopped rolling, letting the laughter turn into suppressed giggles. George had torn, cut up pants, a white floppy thin sailing shirt, long black socks, a brown can and a black hat with a white skull on the front. Fred had on a purple tank shirt with little black x's on it, a squawking green and red parrot on his left shoulder, some black shorts rolled up a inch, and a small black patch over his right eye. Mrs.Weasley looked at them as if they were mad, "Stand up!"
"Arr my lady" responded Fred in a gruff voice.
"What is wrong with you two?"
"It must be all the fresh air my lady."Fred started.
"Nay, it's the hunt for the treasure." George finished for him.
"Arr.. gold does many things to a man." Fred said as he rubbed his chin nodding.
"STOP THAT!" Mrs.Weasley was far from pleased. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU TWO ARE IN?"
"Trouble?.. Oh! TROUBLE! No we're sinking Fred get the cannon ready and the safety raft, Prepare to abandon ship!" George said as he started making siren noises. Fred ran around the room as if searching for something. He apparently grabbed some pale gray toy.
"Hoy I see the enemy. Let's make 'em walk the plank!" Fred called while looking through a hand held toy periscope pointed at Mrs.Weasley direction.
"Arr." George grunted as he pretended to wobble toward his brother, "Feed 'em to the sharks!"
"THAT'S IT!" Mrs.Weasley slammed her hand on the bed she was sitting on, "STOP THIS SHANIGIAN THIS INSTANT!" No one moved for a brief amount of time. "I'm not going to ask again." she warned.
Fred and George stopped there giggles and became serious, pointed there wands to each other and shouted together, "Retoro Gilanjabano!" They turned into there regular attire and both faced there mom.
"Ever since you two were little you have been nothing but trouble. From the time you put crackle poppies in everyone's rooms that took weeks to remove, from feeding Mrs. Peter's cat jello-farto that almost killed it from gastric explosions it gave every 20 min.'s. I always thought it was a stage and you two would soon grow into mature teenagers. All I ever wanted was for you two to get a good education and respect me, this family, and this house. But you two quit school open a joke shop and treat everyone as if there Ginny pigs and toys for experiments and fun." She stood up, "You think it's funny to treat Ginny like that or ruin the hallway with a. a. OCEAN!" she paused, "Oh what would great uncle Erne think now?! You two are nothing but a bunch of crazed baboons in a.,"she paused to think of that word. "A muggle zoo!" her face was full of disappointment and worry for them in the future.
"Awwww. Mum you're making me blush." Fred put his hands on his face like a girl while Fred sat done on his bed crossed his legs and began to giggle like a little church girl. "tehe he he he.. Mummy dearest, you're just too much!" And hit his leg with his hand as if excited. The two looked at each other and started to laugh.
"Well then." Mrs.Weasley stood up and started to walk slowly to the door. "I have had quite enough of both of you." She spoke through clenched teeth. The boy's giggles died out. "You have 1 hour to get out of this house and out of my site." She stormed out of there room raging with anger not giving them a chance to argue back. Mrs. Wealsly was too busy to notice a fine fishing line dangling down from the middle of the of the wet hallway's ceiling. Even more too busy to notice it was connected to a barely hanging bucket that Fred and George had put there to whoever had removed the ocean would still get wet.
Suddenly remembering that they burst out there door as George screamed out, "Mum!" Fred finished for him, "Watch out for the." but it was too late. As Mrs.Weasley was turning around a small hook hitched on to her robes and as she pulled back a gallon of salty ocean water dumped all over her. She gasped from the sudden coldness that struck her and yelled as loud as she could ever go, "FRED HECTOR WEASLEY!!" she spit water from her mouth that came in as she was yelling, "GEORGE HENRY WEASLEY!!" she spit again, "Did I say one hour, I meant ONE SECOND!" She was shoving her hands at them as if shooing a couple of pidgins from a picnic, "OUT! OUT!! OOOUUUTTT!!! The two boys gulped, looked at each other and said in perfect unison, "uh-oh."
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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Dudley! Happy Birthday to you!" came the cheerful (much to happy for Harry) group of Aunt Petunia Uncle Vernon, and about 6 or 7 friends of Dudley's.
"Now blow out your candles and make a wish sweetie!" said the delighted face of his aunt.
So Dudley did as he was told and 16 candles were out in two tries. More spit than wind. Everyone clapped except Harry. Just as when he was younger this was Dudley's day and he has gotten the most presents Harry thought imaginable. No matter the coast or quantity Dudley got whatever he wanted on his birthday. I mean they didn't want to spoil the 'ever so happy' boy on his 'ever so special' day. Harry was standing in the corner, not really wanting to watch but had to. They always tried to make him jealous in some way. Even in the pits of his stomach he had to admit he was jealous, but only because he didn't have something like that. A loving family, a happy occasional day to look forward to the whole year, which people celebrated you for being alive and a part of this world to share with. All he wanted was his parents and that love from them. But the one thing in the world he couldn't have was that. Harry had apparently taken too long to pick up a blue and green stripped wrapping because uncle Vernon was yelling at him.
"What's the matter with you boy?" After Uncle Vernon raised his eyebrow from studying the boy and he waited for Harry's response.
Harry didn't say a thing, but he was thinking only one thing, "You and this whole bloody place!" A small smile crept on Uncle Vernon's much too large face. "Cat got your tongue?" uncle Vernon did his usually empty chuckle and walked over to the birthday boy giving him a pat on the back. Harry knew not to let them get to him. He still had the best friends in the world, a great headmaster, and one very particular giant he could always count on, Hagrid. Everyone had now forgotten about Harry so he hurriedly picked up all the wrapping paper and trash and slipped out of the room undetected. When he reached his room, he walked over to Hedwig and petted her head. Then he laid flat on his bed while he started to think of when he would see the only "real" family he had again. Harry fell asleep thinking of happy memories of school, Ron, Hermione, and Cho.