A/N: Hello my amazing readers! Thank you very much for your reviews! I love to hear from you guys! That last chapter didn't quite go as intended… Well that's not right, per say… I didn't mean for it to go that long or end like that, but you know. Enjoy the next installment of 'Live, Laugh, Love'!
Disclaimer: Still a 'no' on the ownership thing...
I have a question for my knowledgeable readers: If Harry is disarmed at all after becoming master of the Elder Wand, does that mean there is a new owner- Even if he isn't in possession of the wand? If so… Houston we have a problem… Let me know what you guys think and I will make a decision from there… We may have to veer from the book and go to the movie version…
~rAndOM sQuIRrel~
When we last left our beloved characters: "Together the brothers strolled down Diagon Alley, hands in their pockets."
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"Ron! Get your arse down here!" Ginny yelled louder than necessary to be heard up five flights of stairs. Then in more of a sing-song voice she called, "Harry! Breakfast is ready!"
Ron got up and dressed before heading downstairs, meeting Harry on the way down. "Your girlfriend is a real charmer, mate."
Harry grinned, "I know. Just remember that she was your sister first."
"And still is, so watch it Potter," Ron said with his lopsided grin.
"Always."
The two went down the stairs and sat down at the table, Harry kissing Ginny on the forehead before sitting. "Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
Mr. Weasley looked over his copy of the Daily Prophet and said a quick, "Mornin' Harry," before returning to the latest news. Mrs. Weasley filled Ron and Harry's plates with bacon and eggs.
"Oh none of that 'Mrs. Weasley' stuff Harry. You're practically family, now. It's either 'Mum' or 'Molly', dear," she said, turning back to the stove.
"Uh…right," Harry said. Ron understood Harry's opposition to calling his mother anything but Mrs. Weasley. Calling her 'Molly' just didn't sound right, and saying 'Mum' may make him feel as though she was replacing Lily.
Mr. Weasley folded up the paper and began eating his breakfast. "So boys. What are you going to do this fine Sunday?"
"They are going to be degnoming and chopping wood," Mrs. Weasley cut in. "We need to stock pile logs, before fall hits."
"Mum, it doesn't take that much effort to chop wood," Ron said. "All you have to do is wave your wand and it's done for you. We can do it later. I want to play Quidditch."
"Fine go play Quidditch. You can be the one to 'wave your wand' in the middle of the night in the dead of winter, during a snowstorm," Mrs. Weasley said fiercely. Ron sighed and mumbled something under his breath. Mrs. Weasley turned on him a millisecond later. "Did you say something dear?" she asked with a false sweetness that would have made Umbridge run for her money.
Ron innocently said, "Oh, nothing Mum."
"You had better have said nothing, otherwise your tongue might have been glued to the roof of your mouth for several hours," she said, the sweetness disappearing instantly.
"Did we miss breakfast?" George said entering through the back door, Percy following behind.
Mrs. Weasley's motherly nature returned. "Oh, not at all boys. Come on in and sit down. Tea?"
"Please," both boys said, taking a seat across from Harry and Ginny, who were holding hands under the table. Mrs. Weasley placed a pot of tea in the middle of the kitchen table sending a few mugs over her shoulder, with a flick of her wand. They landed next to the teapot and George began pouring tea for everyone at the table.
Ron mumbled his thanks before taking a sip of the tea. A strange bitter grassy flavor filled his mouth. He vaguely gauged the back door opening, but it felt peculiarly far off. Without warning the cup slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley and another familiar voice screamed and George was laughing uncontrollably.
Ron looked down at his hands, which were replaced by two brown cloven feet. His head felt awfully heavy and he noticed his vision was off as well. Ron began to speak but it came out as an odd moan.
What the…But just as soon as it had started, the weird feeling and flavor faded and his vision returned to normal. Ron blinked a few times and looked around the room.
Mrs. Weasley was clutching at her heart; Harry and George laughing loudly; Mr. Weasley and Percy looking at the latter with raised eyebrows and knowing eyes; Ginny had fallen on her arse out of her chair a bewildered look etched on her face; Hermione, eyes wide and grasping the door frame as though it was the only thing holding her up.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" Ron breathed.
"George Fabian Weasley! What did you do to your brother?" his mother screeched.
George managed to choke out something that sounded like, "Moose Juice."
"What? What is 'Moose Juice'?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"It's a… temporary… transformation… potion…," George said through strangled laughter.
"That's enough George," Mr. Weasley said. George's mirth diminished and he wiped his eyes clear of tears. Ginny returned to her seat in mild embarrassment.
Hermione stayed attached to the door frame for several seconds after the incident, until Mrs. Weasley spoke, "Hermione, dear? Are you alright?"
"Yes," she said weakly, loosening her grip. She walked over and sat down next to Ron, taking his now normal hand, in hers under the table. "Your heart tends to malfunction when your boyfriend turns into large North American wildlife," she said glaring at George, who was busying himself with a slice of bacon.
She turned to Ron and whispered, "I thought he wasn't supposed to test stuff on you without telling you first?"
Ron frowned, "I think he did…"
"What do you mean you 'think'he did?"
"Well, he said something at lunch the other day. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I have a feeling this is what he was talking about."
Hermione sighed, "He really should tell you right beforeyou test stuff, that way-."
"'Mione, this is George we're talking about."
"Yeah, I guess. But I still don't like it, I mean what if-," she started. Ron rolled his eyes and Mr. Weasley saved his youngest son.
"So Hermione, what have you been doing at the Ministry?"
Ron gave his father a grateful look as Hermione began describing excitedly, what sounded to Ron to be very boring, work.
Anything is better than her lecturing incessantly about a losing battle with George. Anyway, let him have a laugh; he needs it.
Hermione eventually finished telling about her internship and began eating. Mrs. Weasley continued piling food on every one's plates (particularly Harry's, who she had declared was still too thin).
"One more week, Harry," she said, placing five more strips of bacon and two sausage links on his plate. He gave her a weak smile, before bending over his plate and gingerly eating some sausage.
"We haven't really talked about it, but what do you say to a birthday party? We could invite some of your school friends, and Hagrid, and possibly a few members from the order-," She started.
"Mrs. Weasley, that's nice an' all, but you don't have to. I don't really-."
"Oh, nonsense dear. I don't mind at all."
Harry gave Ginny and Ron a pleading look, but they both returned shrugs that said, 'It's useless.' He sighed and listened silently to Mrs. Weasley begin to plan the party aloud.
~rAndOM sQuIRrel~
A/N: Okay, so I separated this chapter so that I would have something for you guys to read. Don't worry, I'll post soon… Review and tell me what you thought….