Chapter 2
"You're kidding!"

"I am not. I wouldn't joke about this sort of thing."

"But, demons…?"

"That'll be bloody creepy!"

"I didn't think they were real. Just some old myth or something."

"Now Arthur, what are you gossiping to the boys about now?" Mrs. Weasley
said sternly, as she entered the kitchen, levitating two freshly
de-feathered dead chickens. On this very rare occasion all the Weasely's
were home, sitting at the kitchen table. Not including Percy, the downfall
of the family, though the Mr. and Mrs. would never in their lives admit it.

And now the Weasley's. A wizarding family, purebloods. Meaning they don't
have a single drop of muggle blood in their entire body. And muggle meaning,
may I quote another, 'non-magic folk.' Now back to the main subject, the
Weasley's. They may be one of the few pureblood families but they are not
one of the rich. Mr. Weasely who works for the Ministry of Magic does not
make a lot of money, but no one complains. They are a family who are content
and, maybe not completely happy but close enough, with what they have.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have seven children, all boys except for the youngest,
Ginny, a smart intelligent girl. The two oldest are Charlie and Bill, both
of whom have moved out and started their lives in the wizarding world. There
is Fred and George, twins, both of whom like causing mischief and have also
started a wizard joke shop. Stocked with enchanted things that range from
love-potions to joke wands that give you black eyes. And they have become
very successful.

There is Percy, as I said before, the downfall of the family. And there is
Ronald Weasley, or more popularly known as Ron, who is tall and lengthy and
has grown several inches in the past few months. The second youngest child,
not the brightest of the bunch, not the most popular of the bunch but he is
better at wizards chess than anyone else in his family. He is best friends
with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. The entire family is easily
recognized as Weasley's because of their flaming red hair and sadly for
their hand-me-down clothes.

"Mum! You haven't heard, have you!" Shouted Ginny, looking slightly pale
from the news.

"What haven't I heard?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her eyes falling on her balding
husband. He looked up at his wife, not really wanting to tell her about what
he had heard, after all she would get worried sick over the children.

"W-well… I. I…" He began slowly.

"C'mon dad, tell mum!" Fred said, excitedly. Although he no longer went to
Hogwarts, and neither did George, this was unbelievable news.

"Yes, tell me what all this hubb-bub is about, Arthur." She looked
expectantly at him.

"Well, Molly dear, I over heard at the Ministry, that Dumbeldore is bringing
demons to the school."

Mrs. Weasley placed a hand over her heart and looked as if she was about to
faint. "What for!" she managed to say, taking a seat with the rest of the
family.

"You mean they're real?" asked Ron, who was even paler than Ginny.

"Well anything's possible, I suppose." Answered Mr. Weasley.

"But what for, Arthur?" asked Mrs. Weasley again, her eyes wide with shock.
Mr. Weasely took a sip of his tea before answering.

"I don't know, Molly. I only heard that Dumbeldore was telling the Minister
of Magic that he was bringing demons to the school." He said a bit
impatiently, he had said it dozens of times already.

The discussion of demons continued through out the night. Wondering what
they may look like, if they're there to help Filch with the patrolling of
the castle or if they're there for some kind of sadistic punishment to those
who get detention. The thought of demons protecting them didn't even cross
anyone's mind at all.

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The next day Harry and Hermione arrived at the Burrow, Ron's home. Hermione
Granger, is a girl, a bit younger than Miss Keiko. Her parents are both
muggles, so she is muggle born. She is the smartest wizard of her age, which
is around 16 or 15, and is close friends to Harry and Ron. She has bushy
brown hair and is a very persistent young woman.

Ron, Ginny, who was also friends with Harry and Hermione, Harry and Hermione
were gathered in Ron's room. The two new comers had just been told of the
demons that were to arrive at Hogwarts.

"Demons…" Harry breathed.

"Yeah… but dad might've heard wrong." He said almost hopefully. Who in their
right mind would want demons at their school? He thought.

"I don't think he did." Ginny said, "Maybe the demons won't hurt us. I mean
Dumbeldore is bringing them"

"And he would never do something to harm us. We know that." Hermione said,
in a know-it-all tone.

"But demons, are they even real?" Harry asked, adjusting his glasses.

"I read about them…" started Hermione.

"You read about anything you can get your bloody mitts on." Ginny said
sharply, glaring at the wall. Before Hermione could retort Mrs. Weasley
called them from downstairs.

"We're going to go get you're things! Hurry down now!" she yelled. They made
their way down stairs to where the fireplace was, Ginny and Hermione glaring
at each other. Harry and Ron were looking quite baffled on why the girls
were in such a mood with one another.

The only ones going to Diagon Alley were Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and
Mr. and Mrs Weasley. The rest of the family were having a gnome throwing
tournament. They could get rid of the gnomes while having fun.

"We'll have to buy you some new robes Ron, you must've grown at least a half
a foot during the summer." Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"Now lets go, we need to be home soon for me to start dinner." She said. And
they disappeared one-by-one into the fire. Outside the yells of gnome as
they were being thrown could be heard, and a window breaking from the impact
of a gnome could also be heard.