A/N-Frozenfan
Disclaimer: look I don't own Harry Potter I'm just a kid not J. K. Rowling
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Harry found himself underground in a hole in the woods near the burrow. The hole was disguised so well you couldn't find it unless you tripped in it or someone told you where it was. "Brilliant so this is where you were all those times mum couldn't find you. Bloody Hell!"
"Yep and to top it all off we made sure this place had food and drinks."
"So it's like a clubhouse or just a place to hide depending on what you need it to be."
"Exactly Harry, we hide in here, when we know mum's gonna kill us, giving her time to cool down, or when we just feel like hanging out. That is why we are still alive today, dear Harry."
"Sorry to intrude but mum's gonna kill you when I tell her where you are."
"Ginny?"
"That's right."
"How'd you find us?"
"You think four boys running away probably from mum is something I wouldn't follow to see what's going on?"
"Err… maybe,"
"Ohh shut up Ronald you're stupider than you look."
"Oh come on we know why you're really down here." The twins said. Ginerva suddenly turned into an even brighter shade of red than her hair and ran off.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked
"Well our dear sister has a crush on you, Harry" Fred and George said
"Why?"
"Well we're guessing it's the fact that you're the boy who lived but we could be wrong," said the twins with astonished looks on their faces.
"Just because Voldemort-"several gasps-"Fine you-know-who couldn't kill me is no reason to be famous or have girls crushing on me."
"Why don't you tell the history books that?" Ron stated finally becoming part of the conversation.
"History Books! What else biographies, movies, T.V. shows, do I get to go on Oprah to tell her all about the boy who vanquished he-who-is-driving-me-nuts." Harry said nearly shouting.
"Umm… Who's Oprah?" Ron asked
"Some famous non-magic person." Harry said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
"Ohh… You mean Muggle right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, Muggle-"
"FRED, GEORGE, AND RONALD WEASLEY YOU COME HERE THIS INSTANT! Harry dear you can stay right where you are I'm not mad at you. IF YOU THREE DON'T COME HERE THIS INSTANT YOU WILL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!"
"Ok, now that she's calmed down let's get our punishment." Fred said
"CALMED DOWN! YOU CALL THAT CALMED DOWN!" Ron shouted at his brother.
"Did everyone in this family inherit a temper?" Harry whispered to George
"In exactly thirty seconds she will so let's go." Fred vigorously said to his brother
"Well, pretty much mate, I guess everyone did inherit a temper… I never really thought about it before" George replied. The quartet walked as slowly as they could and entered their doom. Heads down they looked ashamed of themselves waiting for Mrs. Weasley to start yelling.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!-"
"Oh no five seconds too early" George whispered to Harry.
"GEORGE STOP WHISPERING TO HARRY. Harry dear I said you were not in trouble, now run along."
"But Mrs. Weasley I was eavesdropping with the others surely it would be unfair if you didn't punish me as well."
"Fine all of you will de-gnome the garden for a week yes that means two weeks in a row for you two. Also All of you shall make dinner this evening now go get started." The Quartet walked to the Kitchen where suddenly the twins took charge.
"Ok Harry how well can you cook?"
"Pretty well that was one of my chores at the Dursley's." Harry shuddered not wanting to remember all the times he had been beaten.
"Harry, start cooking and don't start the blueberry pie yet."
"Ok." Harry said
"Ron, set the table and then follow Harry's orders on cooking when you're done."
"Let's get to work mate." Ron said cheerfully
"Right everyone knows what to do," Ron and Harry nodded, "Ok now let's get down to business. Fred and I'll get the surprise from outside, and our special guest will simply love it." Harry and Ron set to work and the kitchen, and Fred and George worked outside. Tonight it was going to be a dinner to remember.