Everything is JK Rowling's except for the plot.. that's mine.
Chapter 5.Worried Several Hours Latter:
He's up to something I know he is. But what can I do to stop him if all he does is push me away. If only Harry was here.Ginny let out a sign loud enough to hear across the room.
"What's wrong Ginny dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concern and worry heavy in her voice. "Is it a bad memory?" It seemed that Mrs. Weasley was obsessed with the idea of memories bothering her youngest and only daughter ever since her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and her first encounter with Tom Riddle.
"No Mom. It's not memories. It's the present. Do you know what Ron is up to?" Ginny asked hopefully. Mrs. Weasley was the only one Ron was able to express all his feelings to since the battle.
"No, should I? He hasn't talked to me in two weeks. I thought he had finally opened up to you instead of flooing here every other day or so." Mrs. Weasley asked, slightly distressed. "That boy. Yes, I know," She said at Ginny's chuckle. "He's not really a boy anymore, being Hero-Who-Saved-Us- All to most of the world. But he will always be my little Ron to me. My youngest, bravest, and most infuriating boy, next to the twins. Don't worry I'll have a talk to him tonight. You never know, it may just be grief. Today being what today is. Yes, that must be what it is. Don't you worry me like that Ginny!" she scolded.
"Sorry to worry you Mom. It must all be in my head. It's just.I have the strangest feeling that something bad is going to happen. Something evil. And it all is centering around Ron."
"I wouldn't worry to much dear. Ron can take care of himself now. He is twenty you know and has been through more than any twenty year old should have to go through. Now come and help me set the table. Everyone should be coming soon." Mrs. Weasley stated, pushing a towering stack of plates into her daughter's hands. "And call Fred down won't you dear."
Ginny took the load from her mother and set out towards the garden where the old kitchen tables, the same ones that Bill and Charlie had banged against each other when she was only eleven, were set up. Setting down the plates she slowly trudged up to Fred's room. She carefully knocked on the door watching everything around her for a prank. Fred had taken George's last words to heart. "Make the world laugh." Fred was now worse alone than he had ever been with his twin, though his pranks lacked the flare that they once had carried.
Checking herself over for purple hair, extra knickers, and the odd tail and not finding any, Ginny leaned into the room of her brother. "Fred, Mom says for you to come down and help set up before everyone arrives." The room was empty. Puzzled because she was sure that Fred had been in here only a couple minutes ago, she stepped into the room.
"Hey Gin!"
"What the.!" Ginny shouted. "What have you done?!"
"They're called Anti-gravity gumballs and make the one chewing them walk upside down for three hours! The great thing about it is that the anti- gravity charm doesn't kick in until you actually spit the gum out. It's it great?" Fred said.
"Brilliant! Can I buy some? I know a certain brother who could use a laugh right now.well, I could use a laugh at his expense any ways. When do they go on sale?"
"Ummm.the problem is, right now.ummm.I haven't quite figured out how to reverse the charm yet. So whoever chews the gum would be stuck on the ceiling until I do. But it is kind of hard to come up with a countercharm when hanging upside down since the only way that I have figured out how to get off the ceiling at this point is for someone to pull me off the ceiling," Fred admitted embarrassed. "Care to help out your sibling?"
Ginny burst out laughing, rolling on the ground clutching her stomach.
Chapter 5.Worried Several Hours Latter:
He's up to something I know he is. But what can I do to stop him if all he does is push me away. If only Harry was here.Ginny let out a sign loud enough to hear across the room.
"What's wrong Ginny dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concern and worry heavy in her voice. "Is it a bad memory?" It seemed that Mrs. Weasley was obsessed with the idea of memories bothering her youngest and only daughter ever since her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and her first encounter with Tom Riddle.
"No Mom. It's not memories. It's the present. Do you know what Ron is up to?" Ginny asked hopefully. Mrs. Weasley was the only one Ron was able to express all his feelings to since the battle.
"No, should I? He hasn't talked to me in two weeks. I thought he had finally opened up to you instead of flooing here every other day or so." Mrs. Weasley asked, slightly distressed. "That boy. Yes, I know," She said at Ginny's chuckle. "He's not really a boy anymore, being Hero-Who-Saved-Us- All to most of the world. But he will always be my little Ron to me. My youngest, bravest, and most infuriating boy, next to the twins. Don't worry I'll have a talk to him tonight. You never know, it may just be grief. Today being what today is. Yes, that must be what it is. Don't you worry me like that Ginny!" she scolded.
"Sorry to worry you Mom. It must all be in my head. It's just.I have the strangest feeling that something bad is going to happen. Something evil. And it all is centering around Ron."
"I wouldn't worry to much dear. Ron can take care of himself now. He is twenty you know and has been through more than any twenty year old should have to go through. Now come and help me set the table. Everyone should be coming soon." Mrs. Weasley stated, pushing a towering stack of plates into her daughter's hands. "And call Fred down won't you dear."
Ginny took the load from her mother and set out towards the garden where the old kitchen tables, the same ones that Bill and Charlie had banged against each other when she was only eleven, were set up. Setting down the plates she slowly trudged up to Fred's room. She carefully knocked on the door watching everything around her for a prank. Fred had taken George's last words to heart. "Make the world laugh." Fred was now worse alone than he had ever been with his twin, though his pranks lacked the flare that they once had carried.
Checking herself over for purple hair, extra knickers, and the odd tail and not finding any, Ginny leaned into the room of her brother. "Fred, Mom says for you to come down and help set up before everyone arrives." The room was empty. Puzzled because she was sure that Fred had been in here only a couple minutes ago, she stepped into the room.
"Hey Gin!"
"What the.!" Ginny shouted. "What have you done?!"
"They're called Anti-gravity gumballs and make the one chewing them walk upside down for three hours! The great thing about it is that the anti- gravity charm doesn't kick in until you actually spit the gum out. It's it great?" Fred said.
"Brilliant! Can I buy some? I know a certain brother who could use a laugh right now.well, I could use a laugh at his expense any ways. When do they go on sale?"
"Ummm.the problem is, right now.ummm.I haven't quite figured out how to reverse the charm yet. So whoever chews the gum would be stuck on the ceiling until I do. But it is kind of hard to come up with a countercharm when hanging upside down since the only way that I have figured out how to get off the ceiling at this point is for someone to pull me off the ceiling," Fred admitted embarrassed. "Care to help out your sibling?"
Ginny burst out laughing, rolling on the ground clutching her stomach.
