Hi everyone. This story is based on a true one, with ron as my dad!
Disclaimer: don't own any of it! sobs
Disclaimer that I forgot for my story random little song: don't own that either. ):
The potato story!
It's a dark and scary night… or is that supposed to be stormy? Well, it isn't stormy, so that doesn't mater. It isn't all that scary either, but there are ghosts and ghouls and skeletons (and the occasional superstar, or "golden trio") roaming about outside. It's Halloween, and the village of Ottery St Catchpole is doing the muggle trick of peating, or whatever it's called. Dad had convinced the village to do this, by promising a picnic full of Mum and Ginny's (who had inherited Mum's skill) cooking beforehand if they agreed.
Hermione had taken the kids to meet Ginny and her children before setting off to trick of peat, leaving me and Harry to "hold down the fort". I'm not interested in trick of peating, and Harry said he had too many bad memories of Dudley beating him for his treats to want to join in the 'fun'.
"Ron, you know we had better get some treats to give out if anyone comes bye." Harry says, sensibly.
"We've got some in the cupboard, besides; we live so far out no one will come!" I reply.
"Okay…." Harry agrees, doubtfully.
About two hours later, there was a nock on the door.
"Answer it, Harry! I'll get the candy!"
"Gotcha!" Harry dashes over to the door opening it to shouts of
"Trick or treat!" So that's what it's called… franticly, I open cupboard doors, tossing things to the side.
"Pots! Pans! Salt and pepper! CANDY!" I yell, successfully. I run back to the door and start handing out random pieces to every kid. After about twenty minutes, the rush is over; we have no candy left, and thankfully, all the kids seem to have passed by already. Except for one…
The doorbell rings, and a little voice says "twick o' tweat!" Harry and I look at each other.
"I'll distract her, you find something suitable!" Harry instructs. I obey. I search through the kitchen. There's got to be something! There's got to be something! But there isn't. Finally, I come across a potato.
"So, how did it go?" Hermione asks when she gets back.
"Oh, fine! Just fine!" I say smoothly.
"Except for the potato!" Harry snorts.
"Harry! I thought we agreed not to tell her!" I say incredulously.
"Sorry! It's-snort- just to-snort/laugh-funny!" Harry starts rolling around on the floor laughing.
"Oh. No. Oh no you didn't!" Hermione's eyes narrowed into slits. Harry nods "Ronald Bilius Weasley! You gave a child a potato?" Hermione was now as mad as she could get without bursting, I was sure…. Until she joined Harry on the floor, laughing. I merely gaped.
"Hermione?" I ask
"Yes" she gasps, between hysterics.
"You have the severest mood swings in the world."
Well, did you like it! Me hopeth so! Please review!