Wind blew through the trees in the strong wind. Harry sighed, he had wanted to play Quidditch today, however, the weather had disagreed. Strongly. Looking out the window he swore he saw a small tree fly by. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was that a dog tied to that tree?

"I'm bored," Ron complained. They trio had gotten together two years after Voldemort's defeat. The old house creaked in the wind. It was a house that Harry had inherited from a relative he didn't know he had. Hermione shifted and Harry tilted his head to listen to her.

"Then do paperwork," Hermione said without looking up from the book she was reading. "You know you need to."

"Honestly Hermione," Ron complained. He worked in the Ministry dealing with illegal creatures and had to do far more paperwork than he ever thought he would see in his life. "That's all I ever do."

"We could play a game," Hermione said looking up. After conducting several rallies for Non-Human Rights she was tired and happy to spend time with her friends.

"Wizard's Chess," Ron said brightening up.

"No," Hermione said firmly. She really hated that game.

"Exploding snap?"

"We played that earlier." For hours.

"Then what do you suggest?" Ron asked exasperated.

"I don't know," Hermione said sighing. Then her eyes landed on a very muggle artifact. "Is that Stack Attack?" She asked very confused. Harry looked over to where she was looking.

"What?" Ron asked looking at where she was staring. A plastic box with several small sticks stacked inside sat innocently on the floor.

"Did my dead relative leave that there?" Harry asked looking at the game.

"They were muggles," Ron commented walking over to crouch down and poke it with his wand. After so many days dealing with seemingly innocent creatures he was wary of this innocent item. "It doesn't look like anything that I've seen before. Why would someone put a bunch of sticks in a plastic box?"

"It's a game," Hermione explained. Ron looked at her shocked. "Bring it over here." She said clearing off the table. Ron picked it up while wondering what kind of muggles would ever play this game?

"I've only seen this game once," Harry said sitting down at the table. "Dudley got it for his birthday then threw it out the window when I beat him at it."

"What kind of person throws a game out a window?" Ron asked.

"The angry kind," Harry replied.

Hermione took the box from Ron then set it on the table. She flipped the box over so that the lid was on the table.

"You can't open it if you have the top on the table." Ron pointed out. Hermione slid the container to the side and removed the lid so that the slabs of wood inside were now on the table.

"I guess that works," Ron mumbled to himself. Intrigued by the usual method of opening a container he sat down and watched her lift the container carefully off the stacked wood. Now able to see the flat wooden blocks clearly Ron saw that the blocks were stacked three by three, each row facing another direction in the form of a tower.

"To play the game you take remove one piece," Hermione said picking a loose piece. "And place it on top. You keep building upward until the tower falls. Whoever makes it fall loses."

"Sounds boring," Ron said looking at the tower. Muggles must have no idea what fun is since they play games like this, he thought sadly. Even Hermione looks happy. What kind of life has she lived till now?

"I'll go first since I already removed one," Hermione said placing it on top. Harry removed one after touching several pieces to find a loose one. "Your turn Ron," She said turning to him. To please his fiancé he reached for one and started to pull it out.

"Wrong one," Someone said when it met with resistance and moved the tower. He stopped and picked a different one. This one came out easily. He placed it on top. Hermione picked one and placed it on top with her rectangular block facing a different direction since there were three creating a new row. Harry went next. The game progressed smoothly until Ron was stuck with a harder to remove block. He could hear several people gasping as the tower swayed and found himself holding his breath. He placed it on top and released his breath.

"See, nothing to worry about," Ron said. Harry and Hermione looked at him strangely.

"Weren't you worried?" Ron asked.

"Not really, it wasn't that bad." Harry replied. He had heard the worried gasps as well and was a little edgy.

The game progressed and the three young wizards and witch grew tenser as more gasps came from somewhere. Then Hermione got stuck with no easy blocks. Each one didn't move when she tapped it gently. "Looks like you're stuck," Harry commented.

"I'm not done yet," Hermione retorted. She pulled and swore she heard someone speak.

"Why are you doing this to me?"It asked as the tower swayed. Then it fell before she had time to ask what she was doing to who. Now this had happened countless times before when she had played this game with her own family, but she was unprepared for the sounds that accompanied the falling blocks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The three teens jumped looking around with wildly beating hearts. It sounded like over a dozen people screaming. Quickly Molly Weasley ran into the room with her wand out. As the three teens had their wands out, memories of the final battle at the front of their minds. Seeing the blocks on the floor she sighed and put her hands on her hips.

"FRED! GEORGE!" She yelled. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO GET RID OF THAT ENCHANTED MUGGLE GAME!"

"But Mum! It took forever to get it to scream like that!" They protested from upstairs.

"I don't care!" She said waving her wand at them. "I want it gone before I finish dinner!"

They sighed in unison, "Alright Mum." They said dejectedly. When she left they turned and smiled at each other.

"New target?" Asked Fred.

"Naturally," Said George.

The trio glared up at Fred and George. They looked down at them.

"Should we retreat Gred?"

"I do believe we should Forge." The twins ran off with the clearly unhappy trio on their trail.