Puffy: A Child's Best Friend
Hi to everyone who has (and ever will) bother to read this. Yes, this is a reposting, because the original got deleted by because it did not comply with the rules on that contract thingy they make us agree to when we want to upload new stories, sooo, I tweaked it a bin, and here it is, good as new!
Enjoy! (Wow, I say that a lot!)
We see a small, rather cramped living room decorated in colorful banners. In it is the red-headed family known as the Weasley family, chatting amongst themselves, but missing three of its members. Bill and Charlie are at Hogwarts, and Ron has just entered the room.
As soon as Ron's presence was noticed, the room suddenly burst into sound.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY RON!"
It is March 1st, 1987, the day of Ron's 7th birthday. That was the day when the first event in this story happened.
"Ronnie, I've got a little surprise for you!" cried Molly, bringing a pile of presents out from behind a couch.
"Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! PRESENTS!" Ron squealed, opening one. "Look Mama, look!"
The family crowded around him, ooh-ing and aah-ing.
"Oooh! Ronnie! It's your very own pet puffskein!" said Molly.
"Well, what's it do?" asked Fred.
"Yeah?" George chirped.
"Well, you can toss him gently in the air, see, like this," explained Molly, tossing the puffskein up and down. "Ohh, reminds me of my own childhood. I used to have one of these when I was young."
"What happened to it?" asked Percy, his eyes wide.
"Well, as I remember it, I passed it onto my little cousin when I started my 4th year at Hogwarts. Not quite sure what happened to it after that." Molly replied.
Suddenly, the puffskein's tongue snaked out of its mouth and its tip traveled around the house.
"Mummy, what's it doing?" asked Ron.
"It's just hungry, Ron, don't worry!" Arthur reassured him.
"It brought back a dead spider!" shrieked Ginny.
"Ewww! Is that what it eats?" Fred asked, making a face.
"Pretty much."
"Cool!" exclaimed Ron.
"So, what are you going to name it?" asked Arthur.
"Puffy. His name will be Puffy." Ron declared.
And so continued the day, which led to a lot more happy days to come, but every joyful time has to end somewhere, and that day, is this day, July 17, 1989, two years later.
"Oi! George, let's play Quidditch!" cried Fred, running through the kitchen.
"Can I play?" asked Ron from the kitchen counter.
"No!"
"Then can I watch?" he tried again.
"Fine." Fred relented.
Fred meets George at the broom shed, grabs a broom, then runs up to Ron's room and grabs Puffy, who is sitting on the bedside table.
Later on in time...
"Aaannnd here comes a wild bludger flying towards Team F's beaterhe swings and... blimey, look at how far it's going!
Now, we see Puffy flying through the air, over the fence, and over the village below the hill.
"Oops!"
"Fred, was that Puffy?" Ron demanded, his ears going red.
"Well, yeah, um, sorta..." said Fred guiltily.
"Muuuum! Muuuuummmmmmmmyyyyyyy!" Ron bawled, running towards the house.
…And never by Weasley eyes, was poor Puffy seen again.
The End!
Well, that's all folks, so, adios amigos! Oh, and, REVIEW, PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! Now, that is all.