(AN: I don't own Harry Potter)
Chap1 The accident
Beams of radiant light shone through the gloomy room of a red headed teenage boy. The irritating gleaming light arouses the teen from his soothing sleep. Waking up the boy strolls over to his curtains and seals them shut. Then he slowly trudges back to his bed and continues to sleep. Suddenly a loud obnoxious sound invades the quiet room. The boy again opens his eyes to see a faint outline of a girl in his room. The girl walks over to the curtains and pulls them apart to reveal the blinding light the boy had closed off long before.
" Wake up, Ron!" the girl shouted.
" Ginny what is your problem?" he asked ready to throw something at her.
" We are going back to Hogwarts today," she grinned, " and we mustn't be late."
Ron wasn't happy that Ginny opened his curtains. She didn't even warn him she was going to do something like that. Angrily he watched Ginny leave his room then when he was sure she was gone he went back to sleep.
" Ron!" Ginny yelled.
" I'm up!" he hollered back.
Throwing his legs over his bed he mumbled some unpleasant things about Ginny. He strolled over to his bathroom, and flipped the switch for the lights. He reached for his toothbrush, so he could brush his teeth. Looking at his reflection he noticed his hair was down to his shoulders. He knew his mother would start talking to him about that. After successfully cleaning his teeth he headed to his shower.
Turning the knob steaming hot water fell onto his skin. It felt good to take a shower early in the morning because it woke you up. He washed his long hair, and then his body. Afterwards he got his towel and dried off. Stepping out of his bathroom he put on his school uniform. He went back into his bathroom to comb his hair. He looked at his large trunk as an idea struck him. Bringing out his wand he bewitched to levitate a few inches off the ground.
Ron walked out his room into the hall. He could hear the laughter from downstairs. Hurrying up he got downstairs in time before the food was placed on the table.
" What took you so long Ronnikins?" Fred chuckled.
" Did you forget how to brush your teeth?" George laughed.
" No," Ron grumbled.
" Now boys behave," Mrs. Weasly warned.
" We will mum," they smiled.
Mrs. Weasly spooned bacon, eggs, and oatmeal onto their plates. Ron began shoving food into his mouth.
" Ronald dear try to take small bites," she begged, " You don't want to choke."
" Yes mum," Ron spoke with his mouth still full.
Ron swallowed before he answered again.
" Sorry about that mum,"
" Ron," Fred called," Why don't we go out and play a small game of qudditch before you and, Ginny, go back to Hogwarts."
" Good idea, Fred," George grinned, " It will give, Ron, a chance to practice his keeping skills."
" I don't need practice," Ron fumed, " I am already good."
" If you are so good then why don't you play a game with us," Fred offered.
" Is there a catch?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
" Why would there be a catch?" they laughed.
" The last time I played with both of you," Ron reminded them, " you made me eat dirt when I lost."
" We promise no dirt eating even though we found it quite funny," they said, " This is just a game we will play as a family. Promise."
Ron looked at Fred and George's smiling faces then agreed to one game.
" Ron, and Ginny, don't mess up your clothes," she shouted, " remember you are going back to school today."
" Yes mum," they nodded wearily.
" Ronald when are going to get a haircut?"
" At school mum," he lied.
" You better as soon as possible because your long hair is making you look like a woman,"
Ron ignored his mother's comment and went with Ginny outside to play qudditch. Outside the weather was slightly breezy, but not to cold. Fred and George stood outside holding their brooms with grins plastered on their faces.
" I don't trust them," Ginny whispered.
" Do we ever?" Ron asked.
Ron and Ginny walked up to Fred and George to receive brooms they could borrow to play.
"We haven't any goals?" Ginny noticed.
" We are going to use our imagination," Fred smiled.
" What about the snitch, the bludgers, and the other things for qudditch?" Ron questioned, " Are we going to pretend to have those too?"
" No," Fred simply said.
" We have those," George added.
" Since when?" Ron asked.
" Since we bought a qudditch crate at a store you bloke," Fred retorted.
" You can buy it at a store?" Ron asked.
" How do you think Pro. Dumbledore has one?" George inquired.
" And the Chuddly Cannons," Fred questioned.
" They surely didn't pull it from the sky," Fred stated.
Ron stopped asking questions seeing that Fred and George knew what they were talking about. The twins walked over to the crate and kicked the latch open. The bludgers rocketed from the crate into the sky. The twins got their bat because they were beaters.
" Ginny will you honor us and be the seeker?" they asked in unison.
" Well, I guess," she blushed.
" Oh brother," Ron grunted.
Fred took the golden ball from its special compartment in the crate. Wings sprouted from the ball. With great speed the snitch flew out of Fred's hand.
" Let the games begin!" George announced mounting his broom.
Once everyone was on their broom they began lifting off the ground. Ron hovered in front of the imaginary goals. Fred held the quaffle, but then passed it to George. Ron watched their movements carefully, but the quaffle still went past him. Fred dove for the quaffle avoiding the bludgers. Ginny still didn't catch the snitch yet, but she was close on its tail. Fred passed the qauffle to George then went next to the goal to be ready to score, but when George passed the quaffle over, Ron used his broom to hit the quaffle out of his way.
" Ha!" Ron laughed out, " I stopped you from scoring."
" Very good, but can you do that again?" George asked.
Ron stopped the quaffle from going in again and again. Fred and George knew Ron was okay at being a keeper, but they didn't think he was that good. The wind began to start blowing harder, but Ron didn't care because he was beating his brothers. If only his friends were here to see him shine.
During Ron's gloating session he could hear screams coming from his brothers and his sister.
" What?" he yelled.
With out warning a bludger came toward him. He couldn't duck in time, so the hard crazy flying ball hit him head on. Letting go of his broom he fell slowly to the ground the air blowing in his face. He no longer was awake, but unconscious. Before Fred and George could get to him he hit the ground with a powerful thud. He made no movements while he was on the ground.
Fred and George landed their brooms along with a shocked Ginny.
" Is he dead?" Ginny asked.
" No," Fred said
" He is unconscious," George added.
" But we still think you should get mum," they pleaded.
" Right," she nodded, " Oh, Ron, please be okay."
Fred picked up his broom and sat on it.
" Surely your not still going to play after what happened to, Ron?" George asked.
" Of course not you git," he frowned, " they are bludgers on the loose. Now hand me my wand."
" I don't have it," George said.
" Why not?" Fred glared.
" It's yours isn't it?" George asked.
" Yes, but you should have it," Fred argued.
" Why don't you go find it yourself," he hollered.
" No, give me yours,"
" Why mine?"
" Because George you were supposed to have mine,"
" Here you bloke," he yelled throwing the wand at Fred.
" If you had your wand the whole time couldn't you have stopped the bludger?" Fred asked.
" Yes, but I was, so shocked I didn't think," he scowled.
" Fine don't cry about it!" Fred shouted pointing the wand at the first bludger.
Ginny ran out of the house frantically holding her mother's hand. When they made their way to where Ron was laying, Mrs.Weasly, fell to her knees in pure horror.
" What happened?" she asked anxiously.
" A bludger hit him mum," Ginny explained.
" A bludger," she cried putting her hand to her forehead as if she was going to faint. " Fred, George!"
Fred put the last bludger in the crate. He landed the broom next to George.
" I thought I told you not to use that qudditch crate?" she asked.
" Yes, mum we know you didn't want us to use it, but what is qudditch without the crate?" George asked.
" Yes, mum without the crate it isn't qudditch it is just us flying around looking like imbeciles on our brooms," Fred blurted out.
" Where did you two get that crate?" Mrs. Weasly asked eyeing Fred and George.
" Mum, we bought it from a very responsible looking guy," Fred piped up.
" You told me you bought it from a store," Ginny said.
" Where did you meet this man?" Mrs. Weasly asked.
" In Nocturn alley," they bowed their heads ashamed, " But mum he was a reasonable guy."
" Did you even think if the crate was jinxed?" she questioned.
" No, mum," they frowned.
" Now my poor baby is hurt because of your arrogance," she wept, " Who knows if he will ever wake up again."
Fred and George felt extra horrible. They regretted ever buying the stupid crate. They watched their mother weep over their brother's lifeless body. They too could feel burning tears forming in their eyes, but they wanted to be strong for their mother and Ginny.
Ginny cried freely she didn't care. She could feel a painful knot forming in her stomach. A terrifying thought entered her head. What if Ron never woke up? That thought frightened her, so much that she cried even more.
Mrs. Weasly grieving was the worst of all. Tears slipped down her face in waterfalls. She wanted her son to wake up more then anything. One of Mrs. Weasly's teardrops found a way to slide down her face onto Ron's. Suddenly Ron began to stir. His body moved slightly and he made a moaning noise as if the pain was too much to bear.
" Ronald," Mrs. Weasly called to her son the tears falling less.
Ron responded with a moan, followed by cracking open his eyes a tiny bit. He saw unfamiliar faces staring at him. Slowly he lifted his body off the ground. Keeping his eyes on the strangers he put himself in a sitting position. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed his mouth because something fowl was creeping its way up his throat.
" Ron, your okay," Ginny beamed.
" We thought you were a goner," Fred and George said.
Ron began to feel unbelievable sick. He felt nauseous.
" Ronald dear are you okay?" Mrs. Weasly asked.
Ron opened his mouth spraying vomit all over the woman he didn't recognize. Fred and George laughed quietly to theirselves, so their mother wouldn't hear.
" It's okay, Ronald, dear," she patted him on the back.
" Mum, do think, Ron, will be able to go to school?" Ginny asked.
" Yes, dear he is fine, nothing, but a terrible fall," she said reaching out her hand to help him up.
Ron stared at the woman's hand. What did she want?
" Come on dear we don't have all day," she spoke anxiously, " You and your sister have only 20 minutes to make the train."
Ron looked from the woman with the extended hand to the waving smiley girl. Why was she so happy?
" Ron quit being a git, and take mum's hand," the twins ordered.
He looked at the woman's hand that was there in front of him. She seemed nice. Maybe she knew why he was here. But did he trust enough to take her hand?
" Ronald Weasly!" Mrs. Weasly shouted, " You are wasting my time. If you don't want to take my hand fine, but just get off the floor, you will dirty yourself more."
Ron stared at the woman who suddenly screamed at him. She went from nice to angry in a matter of minutes.
" Mum could we hurry I don't want to be late," Ginny whined.
" Yes Ginny," she replied, " We will not be late. Fred and George tell your brother to stop playing around. We will be waiting in the car."
Mrs. Weasly turned around whispered something into her wand and all the spew on her disappeared. Then she took Ginny's hand and left the boys alone. Ron watched the angry woman leave with the smiley girl. He then suspiciously watched the two of the same person walk toward him.
" Ron, would you get off the floor already," they demanded.
Not liking the sound of the boys he got off the floor as quickly as possible.
" Now, come along, Ronnikins," they laughed.
He stood there skeptically watching them walk away.
" Are you coming?" they asked.
Ron thought this was his opportunity to find out who they were.
" Who are you two?" he questioned, " and what happened to me?"
" Who are we?" they asked.
" I am Fred Weasly,"
" I am George Weasly,"
" And together we are the Weasly twins!" they announced.
Ron tried to find somewhere in his brain where he stored the Weasly twins or Fred and George, but he couldn't find anything.
" What happened to me?" he asked.
" You were playing qudditch with us and Ginny, but a bludger hit you, and you fell off your broom hitting the ground," they informed him, " Remember?"
" No," Ron panicked, " I don't remember. I can't remember."
" We get," they chuckled, " You think you can trick us the world famous pranksters? We will play along to your little game."
" You're probably going to ask us where are we taking you?" Fred laughed.
" Where are you taking me?"
" First you are going to get on the Hogwarts express then you are going to the magical school Hogwarts," George answered.
" What is Hogwarts?"
" Stop joking around, Ron, and follow us," George laughed.
" I am not going to follow you I don't even know you,"
" Ouch, Ron, that hurts," George laughed, " Is this about us making you eat dirt because if it is we are sorry."
Ron stared at the two smiling boys, and still felt uncomfortable around them. He didn't know who they were, but yet they talked to him as if they knew him for years.
" Ron, stop playing games," Fred pleaded.
" Mum is going to be mad if we get to the train station late," George added.
" I'm not playing games," he frowned.
" That's it you leave me no chose," Fred said picking Ron up.
" Put me down!" he shouted, " Who are you people? Kidnapping is bad."
" Fred, put him down for a sec," George said.
" Are you crazy, mum will be angry if we are late," he hollered.
" Ron, are you going to ask Hermione Granger out?"
" George, you made me put him down, so you could-
Ron looked at the two boys watching him.
" Who is Hermione Granger?" he asked.
" Who is Hermione Granger who is-
" Fred, I don't think he is kidding,"
The twins looked at each other then the bewilder look on Ron's face.
" Mum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" they yelled.
Wow, what is going to happen to Ron now? Find out in the next chapter. Please review.
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