Disclaimer: First of all, I don't own anything except for Riley and Candy This is only my first fan-fic, so bere with me here.

Chapter One Bad Hair Day

Harry Potter had been at the burrow for the last few weeks of summer and was quite enjoying it. He was packing up to go to the Platform when Ron burst into the room laughing about something obviously funny, Harry raised an eyebrow at him wondering what he was laughing about and walked over to help Ron who had just collapsed on the floor laughing. "What's so funny that you have your guts falling out of your mouth?" he asked as Ron calmed down a little, "Oh, its.. nothing.not a thing Harry" he replied as he sat down on Harry's bed still chuckling to himself. Harry raised an eyebrow thinking maybe Ron had just inhaled too much giggling gas that the twins had put out that morning. "Ok, ok, if you must know, Fred and George didn't want to do things the way mum wanted them done, so they were throwing things all over the place, mum was furious" Ron tried his best to imitate his mother "you two, I swear, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?? All you do is joke around and not care about anything else!" Ron collapsed with laughter; Harry had obviously missed something, as he didn't think it that funny that Mrs. Weasley had practically blown up at her sons. "And then Fred stopped with this scared look on his face. And it wasn't because he was trying to freak mum out, but one of the rockets they had invented had ended up behind mum!" Ron continued as Harry returned to packing his trunk when Ron burst out "MUM HAS PINK HAIR!!!" Ron collapsed on Harry's bed laughing as Harry thought a moment, he didn't think it that funny till he remember Mrs. Weasley was to take them to the platform.

Later he walked down stairs with Ron into the kitchen. "Oh come now Ginny dear! Its lovely!" Mrs. Weasley said as Ginny made a face "I don't like it, I look like I'm 5 years old and sick" Harry snuck a look at Ginny then wished he hadn't as it was hard to keep his face straight. Ginny's hair was almost as bad as her mother's. Instead of its usual flame red and shoulder length, she now had her hair cut to her chin and it was purple as if she had poured die on her head, it was pulled back into pig tails which made it look worse, as if she had tried to cut it herself and failed miserably. "lets just go and I'm getting a hat to cover up this mess. Mrs. Weasley either didn't know her hair was pink, or she didn't care. She walked outside the trunks being pulled behind her by the kids.