Staying with the Weasleys

Author's note: I don't own Harry Potter!

"So, Harry, you'll be sleeping with Ron in his room. I've set up a little bed for you. Do you want to take your things up?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Harry nodded shyly and Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands "Excellent, Ron will show you the way. Ronald, put your dishes away and take Harry upstairs." She ordered.

"But Mum, I'm not done!" Ron complained.

"That's enough of that, young man. Put your dishes away and take Harry upstairs."

Ron grumbled a little but put his dishes in the sink and led Harry up the many staircases to the room he had been in the last time.

"This is your bed." Ron gestured to the small camp bed opposite his own.

Harry set down his small bag "Thanks."

"No problem." Ron grinned "So...wanna read some comics?"

"Sure!" Harry smiled back.

Ron dashed over to the desk where a pile of wizarding comics sat. He pulled out several.

"These are the first ones in The Mad Muggle series. You can read them first. That way you kind of understand the story." Ron handed them to Harry "It's my favorite."

"Thanks!" Harry opened the first book and sat down on his bed.

Ron grabbed another comic and flopped down on his own bed. The two sat there for a while until they finished their comics and Ron bounced up.

"I know!" He cried "Let's find Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie and play some quidditch!"

"Um..." Harry paused "What's quidditch?"

"What's quidditch?" Ron asked incredulously "It's only the greatest sport in the world!"

"I've heard of it but I don't really understand it." Harry sighed.

"Well," Ron started to explain "there's three kinds of balls and seven players. The first ball is the quaffle, it scores goals. Then there are the bludgers and they fly around trying to knock players off their brooms."

"Wait, brooms?"

"Oh, yeah, it's played in the air on broomsticks." Ron explained "The third ball is the snitch, it's tiny and golden and it's worth 150 points. Then there are the players. There are three chasers and they use the quaffle to score. Then there's the keeper, that's usually me when we play, they guard the goalposts and try to stop the chasers from putting the quaffle through the hoops. The next players are the beaters. They get big bats that they use to hit the bludgers at the other teams players. Lastly, there's the seeker who basically just flies around and looks for the snitch. They're the only ones who can catch it. You might make a good seeker, you're small and light."

"Really? You think so?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Yeah! Let's go play, come on!" Ron grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him to his feet gently.

The two boys rushed out and down the stairs. They nearly trampled Percy in their excitement and heard his shouts as they dashed away. Finally they reached a landing and Ron barged through the door.

"Oi!" Fred and George said together.

"Don't just barge in here, little brother." Fred scolded.

"You never know what might happen next time." George warned.

"Sorry." Ron said apologetically "But Harry and I want to play quidditch, will you play with us?"

The twins exchanged a look and shouted in unison "I call beater!"

The foursome hurried out the door and started back down the stairs. Again they reached a landing and this time Ron knocked on the door in front of them.

"Come in." Charlie called and Ron shoved open the door.

"Come on!" He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet "We're playing quidditch! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

"Calm down, Ronnie." Bill sat up from his bed and set down his book "Quidditch you say? We're in."

The boys all bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mr. Weasley was drinking coffee at the table.

"Dad," Ron exclaimed "We're gonna teach Harry how to play quidditch, is that okay?"

"Of course, but don't fly off over the village, you hear?" Mr. Weasley shouted after the boys, who were already out the door.

The Weasley boys led Harry out to a clearing with a small shed nearby.

"So," Bill said "I take it Ron already explained some of quidditch to you, Harry?"

"A little." Harry blushed.

"Well, Ron usually plays keeper, Fred and George are beaters, Charlie and I are chasers, usually there's three but Percy never plays, I guess that just leaves seeker." Bill explained with a shrug "I think you'll be a good one. Have you ever been on a broom before?"

"Um, no." Harry shook his head.

"Well, then, we'll just have to teach you. You can borrow my old Clean-sweep seven." Charlie offered.

Harry grinned as the older boys showed him how to mount the broom properly and helped him lift off before telling him how to come back down. As he started to float into the air, and his feet left the ground, Harry felt a rush of excitement course through his veins. So, instead of coming right back to the ground, like the Weasley's had told him to, Harry leaned forward on the broom and shot off, zooming around the clearing.

There were whoops and cheers as the Weasley children watched Harry fly.

"Go, Harry!" Ron shouted.

Harry flew around the clearing once, twice, three times before he slowed down and landed on the soft grass.

"Blimey, how'd you do that?" Fred and George asked together.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged as he dismounted "I just did it."

"Well, you're a natural." Bill complimented "Even Charlie and I might have a little trouble keeping up with you."

Harry flushed pink.

After the boys had been outside for close to three hours Molly Weasley came out to get them.

"Boys!" She shouted to get their attention on their brooms "Come in, it's time for dinner."

"Okay, Mum." The Weasley's chorused.

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley." Harry called.

Molly looked up and almost fell over "Harry, dear! I didn't know they were teaching you to fly!"

Bill and Charlie landed immediately "It's okay, Mum, Harry's a natural."

"You know the rules, Bill, You need to tell your father or I if you want to fly with a friend."

"We told Dad." Charlie protested.

"Oh, well, your father didn't tell me." Molly fumed "Come inside now and we'll have dinner."

"Yes, Mum."

The rest of the boys landed and followed Mrs. Weasley towards the house. They stored their brooms in the shed and wiped their feet on the mat before they made their way inside.

"Did you have a good time, boys?" Mr. Weasley asked when they sat down at the table.

"It was great, Dad!" Ron exclaimed "We taught Harry how to fly, but it turns out he didn't really need it. He's really good."

Mr. Weasley dropped his fork and slowly turned to his wife "I forgot to mention that the boys went flying, didn't I?"

"Yes. But let's discuss it later. For now let's enjoy dinner." Molly smiled "Harry, dear, I hope you like the food."

"It smells delicious, Mrs. Weasley." Harry complimented.

"Did you have a good time, playing quidditch, boys?" Mr. Weasley asked, lightly.

"Oh, yeah, it was great! Harry's a really good flier." Bill told his parents "And its was his first time on a broom."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked, surprised "With Fiona Lupin as your Godmother and Sirius as your Godfather, I'm surprised they didn't get you on one sooner."

"Why?" Harry was confused.

"Well, Fiona was a seeker on the Gryffindor team, your father was a chaser, and Sirius was a beater." Mr. Weasley explained "They used to fly all the time. I think Fiona could have gone professional if she wanted."

Harry grinned, he was a seeker, like Aunt Fiona!

Word count: 1312 words
I know it's short, but I really wanted to get another chapter out. I'm sorry it's been a while. Please don't forget to comment, vote, and add to your reading lists!
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