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Weasley's The Name- Chapter 4

"Rides! Candy! Games! So much to experience, so little time! Must...must...do everything!!" Jacob exclaimed, grabbing Anthony by the wrist and dragging him towards a rather glittery 'cotton candy' stand. The less excited twin sighed and rubbed the bruise on his forehead, for it was beginning to pound.

"What's cotton candy?" Anthony asked softly, watching as his brother drew a couple of sickles out of his pocket, and handing it to the cashier. Jacob looked back at him and smiled.

"I have absolutely no idea, but I want it." The cashier handed Jacob a big blob of what looked like blue cotton on a stick.

"That's disgusting." Anthony groaned, holding his stinging stomach. Jacob shrugged and took a huge bite. A silly grin slid on his face and he pointed the ball of cotton at his twin.

"It's pretty good and sweet actually! Try it!" He moved it within inches of Anthony's face, but his brother declined the offer.

"Er...I'd rather not. Anyway, I need to go shopping." Anthony said, backing away. Jacob rolled his eyes and took another bite.

"You sound like such a girl." Jacob moaned as the two headed towards the store part of Hogsmeade.

"For your information, I'm buying Christmas gifts with the money I've been saving. I want to look…mature for our first Christmas at Hogwarts." He sent a satisfied look at his twin. Jacob's smile disappeared.

"Really? Does that mean I have to get you something?" He asked seriously as they stopped in front of an 'Anything You Want' store. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"That's up to you, really." He turned to Jacob who was staring through the glass door of the store. "Why don't you go and find Brian and James? I bet they have great spots on the roller coaster's line." Anthony headed towards the door, and Jacob followed him.

"No…I think I'm going to buy some stuff too." He said softly, following his brother into the store. Anthony sent him an odd look, but Jacob just started down an aisle that contained a bunch of twirling and singing dolls.

Anthony shrugged and headed towards the broomsticks. He knew that his brother wanted something that involved broomsticks or the Chudley Cannons. There was an entire section dedicated to the numerous Quidditch teams of Europe, and all Anthony had to do was look for the orange section. It was near the corner of the store, far in the back. The Cannons had never been a winning team, and Anthony was never quite sure why his father and brother loved them so much.

"Ugly uniforms." Anthony whispered as he noticed the Cannons' jerseys hanging on their respective hooks. He tried to remember Jacob's favorite player…the Italian with the mustache was all her could remember. "He plays Keeper, like dad did." He said, rubbing the back of his head. The pain was lessening now that he was away from the noise of the fair. It would probably go away with time; just an ice pack here and there would fix everything right up.

He stood in front of the Cannons' section for a rather long time when a little boy with his father came up the aisle and stood by Anthony.


"Daddy! Can I get a jersey, Daddy?" The boy exclaimed, tugging on his father's sleeve. "Or maybe a broom? That would be wicked!" Anthony watched as the father sighed, and started to look through the jerseys.

"This is only because your mother is out of town." The boy giggled excitedly and began peering through the many jerseys.

"Excuse me, sir." Anthony said politely. The man and boy looked over at him, and the man smiled brightly.

"Are you Anthony Weasley? Ron's son?" He asked. Anthony had to hold back the sigh he was about to release. He wished he could dye his hair brown and make his eyes black.

"Yes." Anthony answered almost mechanically. The man put out his hand, and Anthony shook it.

"I haven't seen your father in ages! The names Longbottom, my son Joseph is in your year. I just saw your brother leaving, he had a couple of bags in his hands." Anthony nodded and forgot the annoyance of being known only as Ron Weasley's son. He noticed that the little boy hid behind his father's legs.

"Do you know all the players on the Cannons?" He asked the little boy. "I'm not too…er…keen on Quidditch, never liked the whole…flying bit."

Mr. Longbottom laughed and his tiny son jumped out from behind his legs.

"You don't know any of the Cannons? Why, there's McCauley, McDonald, and McGinnis the Chasers! Then there are the Beaters, Davila and Weissman; they are awesome! The keeper, Gaudio, he's as quick as lightening, and the seeker! Man, the seeker--"

"Did you say Gaudio?" Anthony interrupted. The little boy looked up and nodded at him. "Is he the one with the mustache?" The boy smiled and nodded again. "Okay, well, that's the jersey I want to buy for my brother. Would you mind helping me look for it?"

The little one jumped a little, and began to search the racks for a Gaudio jersey. At last, in the back of all the bright orange jerseys, they found Gaudio.

"Thanks a lot!" Anthony exclaimed, holding the jersey up to his chest. Mr. Longbottom laughed happily and picked up his son (who now had a Gaudio jersey for himself.)

"I'm glad he was of some help, tell your father I said hello." Anthony waved goodbye to the two as they went to pay for the jersey.

The red head wasn't sure how long he was in the store, but he found it quite exciting. The store literally did have everything he was looking for, including a collar for Marauder that changed colors with the cat's moods. His mother, father, brother, sister, and, er, Taylor, were all getting special gifts from him. His cousins and fellow Gryffindor first years would also receive a small parcel from the young Weasley, and he hoped that they appreciated it.

There was a gift-wrapping store adjacent to the store he had just exited, and he entered there, getting all of his gifts wrapped in many different colors and designs (he was horrible at wrapping).

While the women behind the counter wrapped slowly and carefully (he had been their first customer of the day), Anthony filled out the numerous cards. The head woman with the bright blue hair handed Anthony a huge bag with all of the gifts in them. He peered in and was amazed at all the colors, and he thanked the women, who smiled and batted their eyes at him (his ears burned pink).

Anthony wasn't too sure where his brother had gone, but Mr. Longbottom did say he had a couple of bags with him, so Anthony assumed he must have dropped them off somewhere. He headed back toward where the carriages would be waiting for to take the students back to Hogwarts.

As he headed towards the carriage he and his friend's had shared on their way to Hogsmeade, he passed a dark ally where voices could be heard. Anthony paused, thinking of the previous nights' experiences, but his heart told him to go and check it out. He pushed his bag behind an old garbage can, and he listened to the conversation from the corner of the store.

"We're doing it tonight?" A high male voice squeaked nervously. "Tonight, tonight?"

"Shut up!" A deeper voice hissed. "Yes, tonight, okay? She's really too big of a risk, there's no point in waiting any longer. It should have been done last night, but…" Anthony immediately knew they were talking about Taylor.

"Can't we wait until vacation?" The first voice pleaded. He sounded as if he really did not want to go through with whatever they were planning. "I mean…if a Weasley can knock you down, then well, I don't want to be around others when we do it." A third voice spoke then, and Anthony nearly collapsed.

"He didn't knock me out you idiots! Taylor did, he just distracted me. I kicked his ass though." Stephen Malfoy explained, ready to kill the other voices. "As a matter of fact, I think I see a shade of that ugly Weasley red hair right around the corner…"

Before Anthony could get away, a set of strong arms pulled him deep into the ally. He struggled against the grip and opened his mouth to scream, but a large hand covered his mouth. He looked up at the guy that was holding him, and he immediately recognized him as Richard Malfoy. Malcolm stood to the side, stunned.

Stephen approached him, his head shaking and his wand held tightly in right hand.

"Well, well. Look what we have here…" He drawled, smirking.

Jacob Weasley raced through the crowds of Hogsmeade towards the main attraction of the fair. The Lightening Bolt; it was the biggest roller coaster in the Wizard world. It had seven loops that made you fall out of your seat (literally) and caught you before you hit the ground. The dips made your hair stand on end and while you fell, pixies sprayed you with some sort of blue goop. After the first dip, you head into a dark tunnel where the blue goop glowed in the dark, causing a very eerie affect. All in all, it was an awesome thrill.

"Jacob!"

The young Weasley twin heard his cousin called. He turned towards the direction of the voice, and saw that Brian and James were already on line with…

"Dad?!" Jacob shrieked, running towards the group. Ron Weasley smiled brightly as his son threw his arms around him. "What are you doing here?" He asked excitedly. Ron just winked.

"Well, how could such a magical and game filled place be held with out the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports?" He said knowingly, messing up his son's hair. Jacob's eyes widened as he realized that this was the project his dad had been working on over the summer.

"This is absolutely awesome!" Jacob exclaimed, joining the three on the line. "I can't wait to go through that first loop!"

Ron nodded excitedly as he looked up at The Lightening Bolt. He then realized that twins come in pairs.

"Where's Ant?" He asked, looking down at Jacob. His son shrugged as he continued to stare at the roller coaster.

"He went shopping for Christmas gifts. I left him in that 'Anything You Want' store, after I bought all my stuff, of course." Jacob explained, never taking his eyes off of the coaster. Ron stared at his son questioningly.

"Really? Where'd you put it?" Ron asked as they moved up a few people on the line.

"In the carriages, I had to get by those stupid Malfoy brothers, but they didn't bother me that much, they thought I was Anthony, actually." As Jacob said this, he took his eyes off of the roller coaster, thinking of something. Why would they bother Anthony and not him?

"I really can't stand that name, almost as bad as You-Know-Who." Ron shuddered and they moved up some more.

"Did you guys hear?" Brian said, jumping into the conversation. "They found Stephen Malfoy under 'Pertificus Totalus' last night, right outside the Gryffindor hall. Weird right? He has no idea who did it. It happened really late last night, and The Fat Lady will not tell what she saw. All she said was that Stephen got what he deserved. Isn't that funny?" Ron and Brian laughed, but the other two stayed still.

Jacob and James shared a look, knowing that Anthony had come in late the previous night. The large bruise, and the really stupid story of the book falling on his head were all coming back to them. And now the fact that the Malfoys left him alone because he wasn't Anthony…

"Isn't it?" Brian said again, staring at the two boys. Ron looked down at them, truly concerned.

"What's with the odd look?" He asked his son, then looking at James. Jacob shook his head out of the trance he had been in, and looked up at his dad.

"It's just that…well, Anthony came in really late last night, and this morning we found him still in his school robes and this huge bruise on his forehead." He explained. James continued,

"Yeah, so maybe it was Anthony who attacked Malfoy? Or…the other way around?"


Ron's face burned red at the thought of a Malfoy touching his son. He gripped his wand with full force, and he headed off the line.

"Dad!" Jacob called, starting after him. Brian and James struggled eternally with the fact that they were going to have to lose their place on the very long line, but soon, they too were chasing Ron.

"Where was it that the Malfoys bothered you?" Ron said through gritted teeth. Jacob grabbed his father's arm, trying to stop him.

"Dad, don't do anything stupid. I know you have a temper!" Jacob exclaimed. "Please, let's talk to Anthony first, I don't want you losing your job or anything like that!"

Ron stopped and turned to his son, though his face was still beat red. He closed his eyes and nodded, heading towards The Three Broomsticks.

"You're right. You're right. Come on guys, I'll treat you to some drinks, I'll talk to Anthony when you guys head back up to Hogwarts."

Jacob, Brian, and James couldn't refuse and they followed the older man.

"Spying again Weasley?" Stephen said, poking Anthony's bruise with his wand. "You saw what happened last night, didn't you? Too bad Taylor isn't around to save you now, huh?"


Richard chuckled and continued to grip onto Anthony's arms. Richard held his huge palm over Anthony's mouth and nose, making it hard for the young boy to breath.

"Just stay out of it you stupid git!" Stephen exclaimed, punching Anthony in the same place as last night. Now, Anthony was sure that one of his ribs was broken, and his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. "You're just making everything more difficult! Forget about her and let us do what we have to do!" He stood over the young red head, pointing his wand at him.

Anthony lifted his head and looked up at the sneering boy. It was as if he had seen him a million times, but had never really looked at him. His long silvery blonde hair was now loose around his head, and his light blue eyes were filled with rage. He noticed that his pointed nose had been cut. It was then that Anthony realized where he had seen all of his facial features before.

"She's…she's your sister, isn't she?" He groaned, grabbing onto his stomach, but still staring at Stephen. The oldest Malfoy's eyes widened and he looked up at his brothers, and then back down at Anthony.

"She'll never live up to that title." Stephen hissed. Anthony attempted to stand up, but Richard put a strong hand on his shoulder and pushed the young boy down.

Malcolm stood to the side, torn between his true emotions and pride. He was constantly watching the entrance of the ally to make sure that no one was watching.

The youngest Malfoy son was fearful that his brothers were going to really hurt the boy. Anthony was only a year younger than him, and he didn't think it was fair that fourth and seventh year were going to fight him. And, truthfully, he didn't think that the Weasleys were that bad…he had met the other twin in the bookstore who had helped him.

"Stephen, maybe you can just leave him here, he seems smart enough to know not to get involved." Malcolm pleaded, rushing towards Stephen. The oldest Malfoy stared down at his little brother.

"What, got a soft spot for mudbloods Malcolm?" He spat, pushing his brother roughly away. Malcolm was pushed into the wall, and his elbow hit it with a hard blow. He howled in pain, and with his other arm he grabbed the hurt elbow.

"I'm not a mudblood!" Anthony shouted, trying to stand up again. This time, Richard didn't bother to just push him down. He put both of his hands on Anthony's back, and slammed him to the ground, splattering the puddle of water Anthony's face had hit.

"Well, you're not as good as us." Richard growled, a huge grin on his face. Malcolm approached him, letting go of his elbow to grab his brother's arm.

"Look, let's go, we're going to get in trouble! He has nothing to do with our situation!" He argued, pulling Richard away.

"He knows! If father found out that people know he has a child that is not mother's, well, that would ruin him!" Richard exclaimed, punching Malcolm in the face. The youngest Malfoy boy staggered back and away from the ally. With his two older brothers watching, Malcolm spit some blood out of his mouth, and ran out of the ally.

"Stupid git." Stephen said, kicking Anthony in the shoulder. "I'm glad he's a mudblood lover, I always knew he was the weak one."

Richard nodded, grabbing Anthony by the shoulders and lifting him up. The young Weasley's eyes were wide with fear, and his lip was ripped.

"Now," Stephen said simply. "You are going to get what you deserve for humiliating me last night." He poked Anthony's nose. "What do you say to that?"

Anthony's eyes narrowed, and he felt his heart rate increase.

"Do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt her." He hissed, not knowing where the comment came from. Stephen's eyes widened a bit, but he just smirked.

"Such a noble Gryffindor." He flicked Anthony's nose with his wand, back and forth. Then, he stepped back and pointed the wand at Anthony's chest.

The young boy held his own as Richard stepped away. There was no energy left in him to run, and all he could do was stand up to Stephen. Anthony never expected wait Stephen said next.

"Crucio!"