A/N: A big thank you to my reviewers: RoxyLo (you rock too!), dancergirl2011 and MeTaMoRpHoSiS gUrL. You guys are the best!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Everyone was searching the kitchen like their lives depended on it while Lupin surveyed the scene with amusement.
"Am I close?" asked Ginny, exploring one of the cupboards.
"Not at all," said Lupin.
"Am I?" asked Ron, looking inside the empty, but still slightly foul-smelling fridge.
"Nope," replied Lupin, clearly enjoying this.
"Is anyone close?" asked Fred.
"Bill is," he answered.
Everyone whipped around to look at Bill, who was examining the sink. They all rushed over and quickly shoved him out of the way.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" exclaimed Bill as he received a particularly hard push from Charlie.
"How do we find it?" asked Hermione, peering at the sink intently.
"Try the taps," suggested Lupin with a sly grin.
Ron turned on both taps. Nothing happened.
"Try turning them the other way," said Ginny excitedly.
Ron turned both taps the wrong way, and the sink transformed into what appeared to be some sort of slide leading into darkness.
"Go on, it's not dangerous," urged Lupin, coming over to join them.
Ron glanced around nervously and lowered himself onto the slide. Closing his eyes tightly, he pushed himself down the slide.
"Wow this is awesome!" he exclaimed. "You guys have to see this!"
Harry went down next, and pretty soon everyone had followed him.
The sight that met them was amazing. The secret passage contained a full-scale indoor quidditch pitch. There was a set of fourteen brooms leaning against a wall, and a beautiful mahogany chest containing bludgers, beater bats, a quaffle and a snitch.
"This is totally…wow!" exclaimed Ginny, her eyes sparkling in delight.
"There's enough brooms for a full quidditch game," commented Charlie. "They're Nimbus 250's."
"Do you guys want to play a game?" asked Harry.
Everyone except Lupin agreed and grabbed a broom. Lupin decided to be the commentator.
The first team was Harry, Bill, Fred and Ginny. Harry was seeker, Bill was keeper and Fred and Ginny were chasers. They didn't have beaters because they didn't have enough people.
On the second team, Charlie was seeker, Ron was keeper and Hermione and George were chasers.
"Ginny with the quaffle, she passes to Fred," said Lupin, thoroughly enjoying his role as commentator. "Fred tries to score but is stopped by a great save made by Ron. Ron passes to George, who passes to Hermione. She passes to Fred, who is on the other team…oh well, good try Hermione! Fred passes to Ginny and she scores the first goal! Potter's team: 10 Charlie's team: 0."
"George, we have a problem," said Hermione.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I can't tell you apart from Fred," she replied.
George pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. His hair turned bright purple.
"Better?" he asked.
"Definitely," she answered through giggles.
"It looks like they've seen the snitch!" exclaimed Lupin. "Charlie is closer to it, but Potter is catching up pretty quick."
Come on, faster! thought Harry as they neared the snitch.
With a sudden burst of speed he passed Charlie and caught the snitch.
Ginny burst out cheering and flew over to give Harry a kiss.
"We won!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Hello?" called Mrs. Weasley. "Is anyone home?"
"Uh, one second mum!" called Ginny.
"Lupin, how do we get back up?" asked Charlie.
"It's a very simple spell," he said, taking out his wand. "Funis."
A long rope shot down from the top of the slide. Ginny was the first to reach it and began to climb up out of the tunnel. Everyone quickly followed her and stepped out of the tunnel. Mrs. Weasley walked in moments after Bill, the last person out of the tunnel, climbed out. As soon as he was out, the sink returned to normal.
"Where were all of you?" asked Mrs. Weasley, eyeing the group suspiciously.
"Upstairs," replied Ron, at the exact same moment as Fred said "Outside," and Ginny said "Basement."
"I want the truth. Now," demanded Mrs. Weasley, twirling her wand menacingly.
"It's alright Molly, I was just telling the kids about James' and Lily's wedding," lied Lupin.
"Oh, hello Remus, I didn't see you there," said Molly. "Is this true, children?"
"Uh, yeah," said Ginny.
"Great story, Lupin," added Fred.
Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrow, but made no comment.
"So, mum, what are we having for dinner?" asked George.
"Hamburgers," she answered. "And why is your hair purple?"
"Oh, um, no reason," said George, quickly changing it back to its usual red with a flick of his wand.
"Have you seen your father?" asked Mrs. Weasley, still watching George with a disbelieving eye.
"No, I think he's still upstairs," replied Bill.
"Will someone go get him for me? I want him to come down for supper since he missed lunch," said Mrs. Weasley.
"We can go," said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand.
"Hermione and I will come too," said Ron.
The four of them hurried up the stairs together.
"I can't believe Lupin lied to mum!" exclaimed Ginny, once they were a safe distance from Mrs. Weasley.
"I know! I thought she had us for sure!" said Hermione.
"Even Fred and George can't lie to her with a straight face like that," Ron told them.
Hermione knocked on Mr Weasley's bedroom door timidly.
"Mr Weasley, Mrs. Weasley wants you to come downstairs for supper," said Hermione.
Mr Weasley didn't answer. Hermione gave the others a puzzled look.
"Come on dad, supper!" said Ginny. He didn't answer, so she opened the door and burst in.
"Dad, why were you ignoring us?" asked Ron.
"I…what…sorry, were you knocking?" asked Mr Weasley, not tearing his eyes away from the television.
"Mr Weasley, it's time for supper," said Harry, tapping him on the shoulder.
"But…look, the little muggles are playing a game!" exclaimed Mr Weasley. "It's called basketball, and they chase a bouncy orange ball around and try to throw it in the hoop."
"Er, sure dad," said Ginny. "Come on, it's time for supper and we're having hamburgers."
Reluctantly, Mr Weasley got up off his bed and followed the kids downstairs.
"Arthur, have you been up there all day?" asked Mrs. Weasley when they arrived in the kitchen. "Honestly, I'm going to have to take that silly television away from you if you can't control yourself!"
"But…Molly, no!" exclaimed Mr Weasley, a horrified look on his face. "The muggles were playing sports! There's a bouncy orange ball and a hoop and-"
"I don't care if the muggles dance around on the moon, you are not to be cooped up all day like that!" snapped Mrs. Weasley. "You should be spending time with your children; it's not often that we're all together like this."
"They could watch the muggles with me," suggested Mr Weasley hopefully.
Mrs. Weasley shot him a threatening glare and he quickly busied himself with setting the table.
"Well then, now that's settled," said Mrs. Weasley. "George, you still haven't told me why your hair was purple. I'm waiting."
George choked on the butterbeer he was drinking. He looked around for someone to come up with a good cover-up story, but no one did.
"Er, well, simple explanation really," said George, glancing around nervously.
"Alright, let's hear it," said Mrs. Weasley, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Er, Katie told me she, um, wouldn't date me unless I was more, er, adventurous," he explained. "And I, uh, wanted to impress her, so I figured that purple hair was, er, adventurous."
"You wanted to impress her," she repeated. "While she's not even here?"
"I was…practising," he answered lamely.
"Practising turning your hair purple?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.
"Er…yeah," he replied, laughing nervously. "Katie likes wild guys."
"We'll finish this discussion after supper," said Mrs. Weasley, sitting down at the table. "Well, sit down and eat!"
Everyone hurried to find a spot at the table. Harry ended up between Ron and Mrs. Weasley.
"Could you please pass the ketchup, Charlie?" asked Harry. Charlie handed it to him from across the table.
"Look at Harry's lovely manners," commented Mrs. Weasley fondly. "He even has his napkin in his lap!"
Fred snorted into his hamburger, which did not go unnoticed by his mother.
"You could certainly do with better manners, Fred," said Mrs. Weasley. "Look at you; you've already got mustard on your nice clean shirt!"
Fred started dabbing at it with a napkin, only succeeding in rubbing it in more. Everyone snickered at him, while Mrs. Weasley clucked disapprovingly.
The rest of supper went by without much excitement while Lupin entertained them with stories of when he was in Hogwarts. For dessert Mrs. Weasley had prepared a wonderful apple pie.
"I'm stuffed," said Ginny as she finished off the last of her pie.
"Why don't you all go sit in the living room or something while I clear away the dishes," suggested Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll help you dear," offered Mr Weasley. Mrs. Weasley smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Everyone else got up from the table and headed for the living room.
"Lupin, can you show us another secret passage?" asked Ron.
"Oh, I suppose," said Lupin.
A/N: I guess this is a little bit of a cliffie, and anyway it's after one in the morning so I should probably go to sleep. Please review, reviews are awesome!
Oh, and just for a bit of useless information, the word funis (the spell they used to get out of the secret quidditch pitch) is the Latin word for rope. According to the online translator it is, anyway.