While reading Rage and Grace I had an idea why can't I just make it adjustable with bleach? And than BLAM! Next thing I know all the ideas just start flowing into my head and I rushed to a computer and began typing.

Disclaimer: If I really owned BOTH of harry potter and bleach they wouldn't have different owner names would they?

Mr. Weasley was a good average man. He had a job and a wife and a little more than a few kids, heck, the most starling thins about him was his big heart and his flaming red hair. He had seven kids Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, Ron, and last but statistically more loved Ginny. Bill and Charlie both have wonderful jobs out of country while Percy's a been . . released from the family. Fred and George are the exact opposite of their good normal names and are the pranksters of the school, Ron is the quiet one and Ginny is the most outgoing. His wife, Molly, has a round face and a heart that rivals his own but her determination and ability to hold a grudge can subside even the twin's pranks.

His Moring routine today consisted of him running around the house looking for Ron's badge, as the twin's seem to have stole it again. His youngest child was exited that she got to be out in the open again. The twins were telling everyone about some ridiculous candy, when they got to the train station Lee's face was rather quiet green. When Molly and Percy finally got to the barrier we went on ahead and charge right thought it. Sirius acted up again and again but Molly kept him in his place with a "Good havens Sirius act more like a dog!" He then kissed his wife good-bye and followed the sound of apparating to work.

A few days after his seven children went to Hogwarts he received a message from the Aurors office asking him to come help them with something because of his 'muggle obsession' as they so kindly put it. He was very grateful that someone had actually bothered with something muggle for once, it wasn't very often he got to show off some of his simple skills. He put down the strange puzzle device that the muggles called 'Rubix Cubes'. Highly addicting they are. As his lean and lanky form approached the much-abused elevator he was also extremely grateful that his office was on the same floor of the Aurors one.

It usually took 30-40 minutes to near enough to see the doors, let alone get into the elevator itself. So for once he could stop and talk to people every once in a while instead of worrying if he was going to make it to a meeting in time. Unfortunately everyone was in the hallways were hurrying all over the place trying to get to wherever they were going, so eventually he just gave up trying to talk.

He was halfway there before he heard whispering. Whispering about a new addition to the ministry, and a strange one at that. Only a few Aurors have seen the agency so far and they didn't know what their purpose was

'Not very social are they?' Arthur thought to himself.

He was close to the Aurors offices now. There! He turned into a hallway full of Auror offices. He pulled out the aeroplane memo and looked for an office number. Not to his surprise he found none. This was a prank pulled by some stupid official probably Arthur could feel his ears begin to heat up, hinting that they were turning red. As he turned to get back to the Rubix Cube a voice cut the air. This was no measly passer by; this was a voice that only an idiot wouldn't know.

"Hello Arthur going somewhere?" Cornelius Fudge. The Minister.