Disclaimer: The only thing in this story of my own invention is the plot (but not the previous plot of the first five Harry Potter books). I own nothing else.

Author's Note: I'm really appreciating all the reviews! I'm planning on trying to post one chapter each day. I have already finished chapter 6, but I haven't typed it yet...

It was nearing Christmas, and Molly Weasley decided that it was time to finally forgive the twins. She couldn't stay mad at them forever—they were her own sons! And although she wasn't very pleased with the jobs they had chosen, she had to admit that they were old enough to be independent and make their own decisions.

Arthur Weasley was downright overjoyed when Molly proposed that they invite Fred and George over for dinner. He had been meaning to ask them how business had been going—particularly in the subject of new inventions. He thought that maybe he could even get them to bring along a little joke! He didn't tell Molly this, of course.

Two days before Fred and George's visit, Molly began baking her famous Christmas cookies. She had recently stumbled upon a couple new recipes and wanted to share them with all her friends this year.

When it was one day before Fred and George's visit, she had already baked at least ten batches of cookies and had also put some out on the table for Fred and George to enjoy.

And then it was the day of the visit.

Fred and George didn't bother to knock, and walked casually right in.

"My beloved family!" Fred faked a sob. "How honored I am to see you again!"

"Mummy, Daddy!" George cried out. "I have missed you so much!"

Mrs. Weasley squeezed them so tightly that they feared for their lives. They also feared for the cookies, having smuggled them in via their robes.

"Fred! George!" Mr. Weasley patted them both on the back.

"Come on in," said Mrs. Weasley as soon as she had let go. "I just need to get dinner onto the table. Sit down, sit down!"

Fred and George settled down at the table, and George impulsively mixed a few joke cookies in with the ones already on the table. "Remember the plan, George," Fred said.

"Right. We'll wait until after dinner th—"

At that moment Mrs. Weasley came bustling in, carrying a huge turkey. Mr. Weasley followed with mashed potatoes, gravy, and a whole slew of other dishes floating in behind him.

Everyone piled their plates high and enjoyed themselves immensely. Mrs. Weasley's cooking always seemed to have that effect on people.

"How's business, been, boys?" Mr. Weasley managed to ask between mouthfuls.

"Great."

"Superb."

"Wonderful," said Mr. Weasley. "Now... um, what sort of... jokes have you been selling?"

"Portable swamps."

"Canary creams."

"Edible fireworks—"

"They go off in your stomach—"

"Don't hurt too much..."

The conversation continued in very much the same manner for a while. Then Mr. Weasley reached for a cookie. "Mmmm... Molly, these are the best cookies I've ever tasted!"

"Really, Arthur? I'm flattered!"

"Molly, did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes?"

Fred and George fought hard to keep a fit of laughter from erupting—Mr. Weasley had obviously taken one of their cookies.

"You too Arthur. You too," replied Mrs. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley couldn't resist the cookies after that, and had now not only impersonated a Clabbert (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them, page 8), but had confessed to keeping a collection of Muggle appliances hidden under the sink (Fred and George had a few cookies, but only after closely examining them)!

After dinner, George said that he had something fascinating to show Mr. Weasley in the living room (An old-fashioned Muggle television that he had brought with him). Mrs. Weasley, being curious, had to come along too. But while George was busy explaining how to switch the channel, Fred was adding joke cookies in with all the cookies on the counter. As soon as he had emptied his robes, he strolled casually into the living room, pretending also to be fascinated with the TV. George then excused himself to go to the toilet, proceeding into the kitchen to repeat what Fred had just done.

"Fascinating, fascinating, Fred," Mr. Weasley was saying as George entered the room again. "I must ask—may I keep it?"

"Arthur, no—" began Mrs. Weasley.

"Sure," Fred and George interrupted.

So thus a plan was set in action!

Author's note: To my reviewers
Trixie: Do you really think I'm a "brilliant author"? I'm so touched! :-) lol.
Oliverwoodkicksass: I think what I meant mostly by "boring details" is that I didn't want to add unneccisary details, but I see your point. :-)
Vinese: I can't wait to see what Ron or Hermione do either (although I have vague ideas)!
Lizzie5555555: Oh wow. You think it's getting better? That's good, because I've kind of been having writer's block... (don't worry, I will still write!)
Everyone else, thanks so much for reviewing!
P.S. I sense that one of you is predicting the future... (in Trelawney-ish voice)

Next Chapter: It's Christmas at Hogwarts!