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"I'm not a prat!" said James.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?
Lily and James started to argue.
Lily said, "You are a prat, James!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
It continued like this for half an hour. It would have continued longer, but an owl was at my window.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am n-- Hey, look! An owl!"
It was like he never saw an owl before.
"Lily! Look! It's an owl! AN OWL!"
I went to my window and took the letter from the owl. It was from the Ministry.
How are they going to ruin my life now?
Dear Miss Ginerva Molly Weasley,
I am so gonna kill whoever writes these letters.
We regret to inform you that there has been an assasination attempt on His Royal Highness, Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Maybe he died! That would solve all my problems!
However, we are also pleased to inform you that the attempt has failed.
NOOOOO!
His Royal Highness, Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy has decided that you will decide the would-be assasins fate. Their names are as follows: William Weasley, Charles Weasley, Fredrick Weasley, George Weasley, Ronald Weasley, and...
My brothers are getting a medal for trying to kill Malfoy.
...His Royal Highness, Prince Harry James Potter.
The six are being held in jail until you decide what to do.
Sincerly,
The Minister of Magic,
Rufus Scrimegeor
Dammit.
"What's wrong?" asked Lily.
"Harry and five of my brothers are being held in jail for attemptting to kill Malfoy and I have to decide what to do with them."
"That's not so bad," said James.
"No," I agreed. "The bad part is that they failed."
Lily rolled her eyes. Then, she said, "You two would make a wonderful couple, you know."
"What?"
"You and Harry," she said. "He loves you a lot."
Okay, someone must have put firewhiskey in my pumpkin juice this morning. A lot of firewhiskey. Because I am definitely delusional right now. There is no way Harry loves me.
James must have thought so too because he said, "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
I decided that it would be best if I pretended we never had this conversation. So I marched into the kitchen. Hermione was sitting at the table, reading. Guess what book. Yep, it was none other than Hogwarts, A History.
Hasn't she memorized that book?
"C'mon," I told her. "We're going to the Ministry."
"Why?" she said.
"Because your boyfriend got arrested."
Hermione looked like she was going to murder someone. "Why did he get arrested?"
"Because he decided it would be nice to try to assasinate Ferret-Face."
"Are you ever going to let that go?"
"When hell freezes over. Now let's go."
When we got to the Ministry, there were a lot of reporters. I mean, a lot. There were, like, a thousand of them. All from the same newspaper. Don't they have anything better to do?
Actually, what's more interesting than an assasination attempt?
"There was an assasination attempt?" said the reporter nearest to me. "We're here for the annual magic cheese event."
I'm not even gonna ask.
I went up to the guy at that desk by the entrance. "D'you know where my brothers are?"
"Who are your brothers?"
"Forget it. D'you know where Harry is?"
"Harry Potter?"
"Yes."
"Then, tell me."
"I'm only allowed to tell..." He checked a piece of parchment. "...A Miss Weasley."
"I'm Ginny."
"Then, I can't tell you."
I hate this guy. He's gonna make me say my full name. Well, might as well get it over with. "My full name is Ginerva Molly Weasley."
He started to laugh. He stopped when I glared at him. "What was your mum thinking when she named you? You should get your name legally changed. I'll bring you to the jail cell."
The jail cell is in the Ministry? Since when do they have jail cells in the Ministry?
"Ever since they ran out of room in Azkaban."
We got to the jail cell. Harry, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were laughing. Ron looked embarassed. Harry stopped laughing long enough to say hello to me and Hermione.
"Hey, Gin. Hey, Hermione."
"Hey, Harry." I turned to the guards. "Let them go now."
"Are you sure?"
"I can make decisions, you know. Now let them go."
The guards let them go. They were all laughing. Except for Ron. He looked like he wanted to die of embarassment.
"What did I tell you about not getting into trouble?" I asked.
Ron started to laugh. Great. Now all six boys were laughing.
Then, Ferret-Face himself appeared.
"Sweetheart!" he yelled.
Someone is having a cruel laugh at my expense.
At least Harry stopped laughing. Was it just my imagination or did he look like he wanted to kill Malfoy?
It probably was my imagination.
Or maybe he did want to kill Malfoy. Maybe he loves me like a sister or something.
But, if that was true, he would be laughing along with my brothers.
Maybe he really does love me.
Yeah, when pigs fly.
"When pigs fly what?" asked Harry.
Damn. Thinking out loud again.
Malfoy ran to hug me. My brothers stopped laughing. I pulled out my wand. "Take another step and I'll hex you into next week."
I meant every word, but he seemed to think I was kidding. He kept coming towards me, so I hexed him.
In front of the guards.
Who disarmed me and took the hex off Malfoy.
The boys started to laugh again.
"Miss Weasley, we're afraid we're going to have to place you under arrest," said one of the guards.
Damn.
"You're not going to arrest her," Harry said.
"But, she committed a crime, Your Highness. We need to see that she is punished."
What is with all this Your Highness crap?
"Let her go," Harry said.
The guards gave in. Probably because Harry is crown prince and all that.
We went back to the Burrow. I was about to run up to my room, but Harry stopped me.
"Pigs can fly if you charm them to."
Well, that was random. I wonder what he would have said if he knew why I said 'when pigs fly'.
I'm finally finished with this chapter!
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