Disclaimer: In chapter one. I only need to say it once, it's not my fault you don't pay attention.
AN: He's chapter two. Take it or leave it.
Brotherhood of the Wolf
Chapter Two: Nemo Knockoff
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Summer at the Burrow had been fairly uneventful, unless you count Sirius' comeback. It wasn't long before all members of the Order knew, considering where headquaters were. For now, everything was as it should be.
Harry sighed in content and snuggled deeper into the covers. It was one of those laze summer mornings where staying in bed was the most sensible thing to do--unless Fred and George were around. Two loud cracks invaded the peaceful silence as the twins apparated into Ron's room.
"C'mon, get up. Mum's got breakfast on the table," Fred said, yanking on Ron's bed covers. Ron's reply was a thrown pillow that George narrowly ducked.
"No need to get angry at us. Mum sent us to wake you," George avoided a book. "Things getting too heated for me," he dodged another pillow, "c'mon, Fred, not much we can do."
"Yeah, we did what Mum wanted." Both twins disapparated, missing the cauldron by mere seconds.
Harry groaned before dragging himself out of bed. He bopped Ron over the head with a pillow and wandered downstairs. Fred and George had been right, Mrs. Weasley was bustling about the samll kitchen, making breakfast.
"Sit down, Harry dear. Have a spot of breakfast," Mrs. Weasley smiled, wheeling Harry to a chair. As soon as he was seated, she piled a platter and handed it to him. "There, now. Eat, eat!"
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Harry had just finished the filling meal when an owl began tapping on the window. "There's the morning post. Let him in," Mrs. Weasley said, clearing the dishes.
Ginny opened the window. A tawny owl glided in and stopped before Mr. Weasley. Holding out his leg, the owl allowed the attached message to be removed. With a hoot, he flew back out the window.
"It's from Bill," Mr. Weasley said, tearing the seal. Bill, the eldest of the Weasley children, had returned to his field work in Egypt, saying that the desk job just didn't suit him.
"Oh?" Mrs. Weasley's curiosity was peaking. "What's been going on?"
"He's coming home for a visit and--" he trailed off.
"And," Mrs. Weasley prompted, pausing in her cleaning.
"He's bringing someone home with him."
Mrs. Weasley went speechless, a dreamy look on her face. She smiled. "Isn't that wonderful," she squealed. "When will he be here?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," she screamed, "that hardly gives me enough time to prepare! The house and yard must be cleaned, the garden weeded," she paused, the dreamy look coming back. "Oh, Arthur. Do you think this is the one?"
"Don't get your hopes up," Mr. Weasley warned. "You may be reading too much into this. He could just be bringing a friend."
"Posh!" Mrs. Weasley waved a dishtowel in his face.
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"You know the rules. Girls clean the house, boys clean the yard," George mimicked, pulling on some gloves. "Why does she torture us like this?"
Fred shaded his eyes and glanced at the garden. "Really let this get out of hand, didn't they?"
Ron and Harry didn't bother voicing an opinion. they decided to do the work instead of facing Mrs. Weasley's wrath.
"Blimey. Guess Mum didn't realize how bad the garden's gone."
"Yeah. Not only do we have to get rid of all these weeds, but a whole colony of gnomes too," Fred threw his arms up in disgust.
"Took time off for this?"
"Could be inventing more." Fred and George continued to complain under their breaths as they tackled the weeds.
"You shouldn't've volunteered, Harry," Ron whispered.
"Right," piped Fred, "would've run for the hills if I were you. Mum wouldn't have asked you to do this."
"What's better," asked Harry, "the three of you or the four of us?"
"Point."
For a while, no one spoke. Instead, they attacked weed after weed. When the weeds were tamed, the boys moved on to the garden's other inhabitants.
"I can't believe we're doing this. On our vacation, no less," George grumbled, grabbing a gnome and flinging it.
"I know," Fred said, following suit. "Well, in times like these, only one thing can be done."
"What's that," Ron asked. Fred and George shared a meaningful look. Oh, no.
Taking a deep breath, the twins belted out, "Just keep swinging, just keep swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging!" The twins sang as they flung the lawn gnomes over the garden wall. Harry and Ron smiled, but wisely made no comment.