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The Twists And Turns Of A Screwed Life
Chapter 6: Molly Weasley and the Burrow
"Mom, Harry's here." Charlie said as they walked into the kitchen.
A short plump woman turned in her chair to face them. All five Weasleys Harry met the day before were sitting at the table eating, Ginny being helped by her mother.
"Well, hello dear."
"Hello Mrs Weasley." Harry replied.
"Call me Molly." She smiled and Harry smiled back.
"Mom, can I be excused? I finished my food." Ron asked.
"Sure."
Ron jumped of his chair and ran to Harry.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Bill, why don't you show Harry around?" Molly suggested.
"Ok, mom. Are you coming too, Charl?"
"Of course, what do you think?"
"That we'll start with the bedrooms?" Bill grinned.
Charlie rolled his eyes and took Harry's hand.
"Let's start at the top, right, Harry?" He asked.
Harry just nodded his head.
They walked up stair after stair until they reached the top. Charlie opened the door and walked inside.
The room was filled with posters of Seekers and dragons. A model dragon was placed on the nightstand. The pillow and covers on the bed were decorated with Snitches.
"Cool." Harry breathed.
"Thank you." Charlie smiled, watching Harry stare at the Snitches. "You like Quidditch?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to learn how to fly."
"It's probably one of the best things in the world. Have you got any idea when you're going to learn how to fly, surely you're old enough?"
"Well, my dad thinks I'm old enough to learn, but..."
"But what?" Ron piped.
"My dad is really protective about me, so I probably won't learn how to fly until I go to Hogwarts."
"Bugger." Bill winced.
"Yeah, I it stinks, but I can't change it." Harry said absently, staring at the model dragon on Charlie's nightstand.
"Like it?" Charlie asked, changing the subject.
"I love it. It's beautiful."
"I've got a smaller one, too." Charlie smiled and turned to his desk.
He began to look in the pile of junk for the other dragon. After a few minutes he decided he couldn't find it.
"Damn, I can't find it."
"Can we help?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Sure, why not, mom says I have to clean up this mess anyway, so why not make it worse?"
"Alright!" Ron and Harry exclaimed and literally attacked the junk on the desk.
Charlie and Bill watched the two young boys with amused faces. It took the two half an hour, but finally Harry let out a cry in triumph.
"Got it!" Holding up a fire-engine red dragon. "How could you have missed it?"
Charlie laughed.
"I guess I didn't look good enough."
"Want to see my room now, Harry?" Bill asked.
"Yeah."
They left Charlie's room without a second look at the pile of junk that had moved from the desk to all over the floor. They descended one set of stairs and Bill opened a door.
"It's not as fascinating as Charlie's room, but it can be interesting." Bill grinned.
Harry entered the room and looked around, a badge lay on the nightstand, the pillow and covers of the bed were dark red, the walls were plain wood. Against the wall opposite to the bed stood a desk with a bookcase next to it. Book were placed neatly on the shelves. The desk was clear except for a bottle of ink, a quill and a stack of parchment. All in all it was quite cosy.
"Wow." Harry breathed and wondered to the bookcase.
They didn't stick in Bill's room as long as they did in Charlie's and soon they were making their way to the next bedroom. Once they reached the door Bill and Charlie stood in front of it, blocking the way in.
"All right, entering this room is at your own risk, so you two will need to climb onto our backs." Bill sighed.
Ron giggled and Harry made a questioning face.
"Come on, Har. You can ride my back." Charlie offered and lifted Harry on his back.
Bill did the same with Ron before opening the door and entering the room. One side of it looked like there had been a war. Toys, tricks, comic books, cloths and what more was scattered on the floor and the bunk-beds were not much better. The walls looked like paint in all imaginable colours had been thrown on it. The other side of the room was neat and clean. The bed was made and the desk was spotless. The walls were the complete opposite of the walls on the other side and were white, completely clear of any other colour. A thin line on the floor separated one half of the room from the other.
"Welcome to the room of Fred, George and Percy. We would stay longer, but in the room of Fred and George your life isn't safe." Charlie joked.
"Now my room!" Ron said excided.
Bill and Charlie stepped out of the room, closed the door and put the two boys back on the floor. As soon as Ron's feet hit the ground he took of to the next bedroom door with Harry hot on his heels.
Once they reached the door, Ron opened it and they dashed inside.
They found themselves in the smallest room of them all. A bunk-bed was placed against the wall on the right with a toy box at the end. Both beds were neatly made. The pillow and covers of the upper bed were orange and on the lower bed they were a light shade of pink. the wall the bed was placed against was baby-blue, the wall opposite of the door was orange, the wall the door was in was light yellow and the last wall had a scenery painted on it. It was a grass field with a winding dirt path slowly making it's way to the horizon where the sun was showing it's first rays. On the right of the path was a forest and on the left a small lake. The sky was dotted with cloudlets and a rainbow being the finishing touch. The other walls were filled with posters of Quidditch players and magical creatures. Next to the door stood a bookcase filled with worn books for children.
Bill, Charlie and Ron watched Harry take in the room. Once Harry's sensed returned, he turned to the other boys and smiled.
"This room is the best." He said.
Ron began to glow with pride.
"Thanks."
The sound of small feet pounding on the stairs reached their ears and they turned to the door. Ginny came running in with a red face and a bright smile.
"Will you play tag with Fred, George and me?" She asked the four boys in the room.
The boys looked at each other and then Harry nodded to Ginny.
"Sure."
"Alright." Ginny's smile widened.
They ran down the stairs and into the back yard where Fred and George were already waiting.
"Who's it?" George asked.
"You." The others laughed.
"Not fair."
"We'll vote, who agrees with George being it?" Bill grinned.
Everybody raised his (and in Ginny's case, her) hand.
"That's settled then. George count to ten before you can come after us." Charlie said before dashing away.
Everybody followed his example while George counted to ten. One he reached ten, George looked around and spotted Harry. Grinning wickedly he ran in the direction of the small boy. Harry noticed George coming after him and started running even faster, but George was still getting closer. Just as George reached out to tag Harry, he made a sharp turn.
"Damn." George cursed.
Having been so fixed on Harry, he didn't notice Percy standing just a few feet ahead of him and crashed right into him, causing both boys to end up on the floor.
"Get of me, you idiot." Percy yelled.
"My pleasure, egg-head." George smiled and jumped up going after Fred who had been getting a bit to close.
Within seconds he tagged his twin.
"You're it." He exclaimed.
"No, I'm not."
"And why not?"
"You tagged Percy first, he's it."
"I'm not playing, Fred." Percy shouted.
"George tagged you, so you're it. I don't care if you were playing or not."
"He's right, Percy. George tagged you, so you're it." Bill laughed.
Percy was not pleased, but let himself be dragged into the game anyway.
An hour later Percy still hadn't succeeded in tagging any of the other children.
"I'm quitting." He yelled and walked into the house.
"What are we going to do now?" Ginny asked.
"We could play hide-and-go-seek." Harry grinned, he was extremely good at the game, having hiding from Remus enough times.
"Alright, George is it, who agrees?"
Once again everybody was in on the idea.
"Lunch!" A call came from inside the house.
"Well, it looks like our game will have to wait." Bill said. "Come on, I'm hungry."
They all took off in the direction of the house.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review. Next chapter: 'Hide-and-go-seek, Where Is Harry?'
The Twists And Turns Of A Screwed Life
Chapter 6: Molly Weasley and the Burrow
"Mom, Harry's here." Charlie said as they walked into the kitchen.
A short plump woman turned in her chair to face them. All five Weasleys Harry met the day before were sitting at the table eating, Ginny being helped by her mother.
"Well, hello dear."
"Hello Mrs Weasley." Harry replied.
"Call me Molly." She smiled and Harry smiled back.
"Mom, can I be excused? I finished my food." Ron asked.
"Sure."
Ron jumped of his chair and ran to Harry.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Bill, why don't you show Harry around?" Molly suggested.
"Ok, mom. Are you coming too, Charl?"
"Of course, what do you think?"
"That we'll start with the bedrooms?" Bill grinned.
Charlie rolled his eyes and took Harry's hand.
"Let's start at the top, right, Harry?" He asked.
Harry just nodded his head.
They walked up stair after stair until they reached the top. Charlie opened the door and walked inside.
The room was filled with posters of Seekers and dragons. A model dragon was placed on the nightstand. The pillow and covers on the bed were decorated with Snitches.
"Cool." Harry breathed.
"Thank you." Charlie smiled, watching Harry stare at the Snitches. "You like Quidditch?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to learn how to fly."
"It's probably one of the best things in the world. Have you got any idea when you're going to learn how to fly, surely you're old enough?"
"Well, my dad thinks I'm old enough to learn, but..."
"But what?" Ron piped.
"My dad is really protective about me, so I probably won't learn how to fly until I go to Hogwarts."
"Bugger." Bill winced.
"Yeah, I it stinks, but I can't change it." Harry said absently, staring at the model dragon on Charlie's nightstand.
"Like it?" Charlie asked, changing the subject.
"I love it. It's beautiful."
"I've got a smaller one, too." Charlie smiled and turned to his desk.
He began to look in the pile of junk for the other dragon. After a few minutes he decided he couldn't find it.
"Damn, I can't find it."
"Can we help?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Sure, why not, mom says I have to clean up this mess anyway, so why not make it worse?"
"Alright!" Ron and Harry exclaimed and literally attacked the junk on the desk.
Charlie and Bill watched the two young boys with amused faces. It took the two half an hour, but finally Harry let out a cry in triumph.
"Got it!" Holding up a fire-engine red dragon. "How could you have missed it?"
Charlie laughed.
"I guess I didn't look good enough."
"Want to see my room now, Harry?" Bill asked.
"Yeah."
They left Charlie's room without a second look at the pile of junk that had moved from the desk to all over the floor. They descended one set of stairs and Bill opened a door.
"It's not as fascinating as Charlie's room, but it can be interesting." Bill grinned.
Harry entered the room and looked around, a badge lay on the nightstand, the pillow and covers of the bed were dark red, the walls were plain wood. Against the wall opposite to the bed stood a desk with a bookcase next to it. Book were placed neatly on the shelves. The desk was clear except for a bottle of ink, a quill and a stack of parchment. All in all it was quite cosy.
"Wow." Harry breathed and wondered to the bookcase.
They didn't stick in Bill's room as long as they did in Charlie's and soon they were making their way to the next bedroom. Once they reached the door Bill and Charlie stood in front of it, blocking the way in.
"All right, entering this room is at your own risk, so you two will need to climb onto our backs." Bill sighed.
Ron giggled and Harry made a questioning face.
"Come on, Har. You can ride my back." Charlie offered and lifted Harry on his back.
Bill did the same with Ron before opening the door and entering the room. One side of it looked like there had been a war. Toys, tricks, comic books, cloths and what more was scattered on the floor and the bunk-beds were not much better. The walls looked like paint in all imaginable colours had been thrown on it. The other side of the room was neat and clean. The bed was made and the desk was spotless. The walls were the complete opposite of the walls on the other side and were white, completely clear of any other colour. A thin line on the floor separated one half of the room from the other.
"Welcome to the room of Fred, George and Percy. We would stay longer, but in the room of Fred and George your life isn't safe." Charlie joked.
"Now my room!" Ron said excided.
Bill and Charlie stepped out of the room, closed the door and put the two boys back on the floor. As soon as Ron's feet hit the ground he took of to the next bedroom door with Harry hot on his heels.
Once they reached the door, Ron opened it and they dashed inside.
They found themselves in the smallest room of them all. A bunk-bed was placed against the wall on the right with a toy box at the end. Both beds were neatly made. The pillow and covers of the upper bed were orange and on the lower bed they were a light shade of pink. the wall the bed was placed against was baby-blue, the wall opposite of the door was orange, the wall the door was in was light yellow and the last wall had a scenery painted on it. It was a grass field with a winding dirt path slowly making it's way to the horizon where the sun was showing it's first rays. On the right of the path was a forest and on the left a small lake. The sky was dotted with cloudlets and a rainbow being the finishing touch. The other walls were filled with posters of Quidditch players and magical creatures. Next to the door stood a bookcase filled with worn books for children.
Bill, Charlie and Ron watched Harry take in the room. Once Harry's sensed returned, he turned to the other boys and smiled.
"This room is the best." He said.
Ron began to glow with pride.
"Thanks."
The sound of small feet pounding on the stairs reached their ears and they turned to the door. Ginny came running in with a red face and a bright smile.
"Will you play tag with Fred, George and me?" She asked the four boys in the room.
The boys looked at each other and then Harry nodded to Ginny.
"Sure."
"Alright." Ginny's smile widened.
They ran down the stairs and into the back yard where Fred and George were already waiting.
"Who's it?" George asked.
"You." The others laughed.
"Not fair."
"We'll vote, who agrees with George being it?" Bill grinned.
Everybody raised his (and in Ginny's case, her) hand.
"That's settled then. George count to ten before you can come after us." Charlie said before dashing away.
Everybody followed his example while George counted to ten. One he reached ten, George looked around and spotted Harry. Grinning wickedly he ran in the direction of the small boy. Harry noticed George coming after him and started running even faster, but George was still getting closer. Just as George reached out to tag Harry, he made a sharp turn.
"Damn." George cursed.
Having been so fixed on Harry, he didn't notice Percy standing just a few feet ahead of him and crashed right into him, causing both boys to end up on the floor.
"Get of me, you idiot." Percy yelled.
"My pleasure, egg-head." George smiled and jumped up going after Fred who had been getting a bit to close.
Within seconds he tagged his twin.
"You're it." He exclaimed.
"No, I'm not."
"And why not?"
"You tagged Percy first, he's it."
"I'm not playing, Fred." Percy shouted.
"George tagged you, so you're it. I don't care if you were playing or not."
"He's right, Percy. George tagged you, so you're it." Bill laughed.
Percy was not pleased, but let himself be dragged into the game anyway.
An hour later Percy still hadn't succeeded in tagging any of the other children.
"I'm quitting." He yelled and walked into the house.
"What are we going to do now?" Ginny asked.
"We could play hide-and-go-seek." Harry grinned, he was extremely good at the game, having hiding from Remus enough times.
"Alright, George is it, who agrees?"
Once again everybody was in on the idea.
"Lunch!" A call came from inside the house.
"Well, it looks like our game will have to wait." Bill said. "Come on, I'm hungry."
They all took off in the direction of the house.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review. Next chapter: 'Hide-and-go-seek, Where Is Harry?'