A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
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1st April: April Fool's Day - Write about Fred or George Weasley
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(Book title) Power Play
If You Dare Challenge
84: An Arm and a Leg
Word count: 678
The distinctive smell of pain potion filled the air.
"What did you do now?" Fred asked his little sister as she massaged her calf. The nearly ten year old girl grimaced. Her shirt was covered in mud and her hair was plastered in little clumps to her face.
"Crashed, um, you wouldn't know how to set a bone would you, George?"
"You must have hit your head pretty hard, Gin, I'm Fred." Ginny squinted her eyes as if not believing him for a moment. She shrugged.
"Oh, do you know how to set a bone?" Fred looked at Ginny's leg, which was starting to swell.
"No! Why the bloody hell would I know how to do that? Mum's going to kill me, I was supposed to be watching you!" Fred paced around the room frantically trying to figure out how to get Ginny to St. Mungo's without their mother finding out.
"George, help!" Fred yelled up the stairs. Ginny stayed sitting on the sofa dripping mud, and what might have been blood, onto the upholstery. George thundered down the stairs, Ron following him. Ginny watched Ron's face pale at seeing her leg.
"I think I might have broke it?" she suggested. "I put some pain stuff on it, but...do you know how to set bones, George?" Ginny asked sounding hopeful.
"No. Ginny, what are you, insane, it's pouring down rain out there, and you were what? Flying?"
"I wanted to practice," Ginny answered trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Besides you were all busy!" Fred and George glanced at each other. She did have a point. They'd been working on a new formula for a product. They'd been making Ron help them. Since Ron was starting at Hogwarts next year, he was a crucial commodity into the minds of how first years thought.
"I can't feel my foot," Ginny announced pulling the twins from their thoughts. Ron managed to yank off Ginny's shoe, her toes were black and blue and the whole thing was swollen.
"Okay, we need to get her to St. Mungo's."
"But if mum finds out we let her get hurt, she'll skin us alive!"
"I think Ginny's leg is more important than your skin," Ron tried to argue. The twins were supposed to be watching them, therefore, Ron wouldn't be the one getting in trouble.
"He's got a point, maybe. Okay, here, Gred, you pick her up and I'll find the floo powder!"
"She's kind of heavy," he argued picking Ginny up. She wiggled a little and a piece of wrapped candy fell from her pocket. George's eyes narrowed as he picked it up. Fred set Ginny back down, she was trying to keep a straight face at this point.
"Is this...really?"
"She...pranked us?" Ginny couldn't keep the laughter in anymore. Soon Ron joined in laughing, once he realized what his little sister had managed to do.
"You were too busy to pay attention to me, so I managed to steal...whatever that is."
"A prototype. It looks like it doesn't work right though. It's supposed to swell your tongue, not your leg." Ginny shrugged.
"You do have an antidote, right? It's this one?" she asked pulling out another piece of candy. This one with a green label. George nodded. Ginny popped it in her mouth and soon her leg was back to normal, well other than being black and blue.
"I kind of wanted to make it look real?" she shrugged grabbing a wet rag and washing the ink off her skin.
"I can't believe it, you managed to use our own product against us. Hey, Ron, you're fired, Ginny, how would you like a job working for us?" Fred offered. Ginny tilted her head pretending to think about it.
"I want a broom."
"That's all? A broom?" She nodded.
"Yeah, a good one, and lessons."
"Sure, deal," George stated. Fred nodded in agreement. Ron glared at Ginny.
"All hail the new prank queen," Fred stated as the three of them headed up to the twins' room to discuss their new business arrangement.