Avalon lost her balance when she landed in the Weasley's kitchen fire, swaggered in her spot and would've fallen down if Fred didn't catch her in time.
"Thanks." she said, straightening herself.
"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, as Avalon walked out of the fire.
"You bet he did."
The next second, Harry appeared in the fire. He threw out his hands to prevent falling face forward. Avalon held her hand out to him, which he took it and straightened himself up.
"What was it?" Harry asked, looking at Fred.
"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer. . . ."
The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; Avalon looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red-haired people she had never seen before, though she knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.
"How're you doing, Harry, Avalon?" said the nearer of the two, grinning at them and held out his hand first to Harry and then Avalon. She could tell that he was Charlie, feeling the blisters in his hand. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.
Somehow, Charlie was exactly like Avalon imagined him to be. He had this vibe that instantly made you comfortable around him.
Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand, before moving to shake Avalon's hand.
"You must be the lost Potter." said Bill, looking at Avalon as he shook her hand.
"Who is no longer lost now." she grinned.
He chuckled. Avalon knew from the books that Bill was handsome and cool. But seeing him in real life, she could understand why Fleur fell from him. He was extremely handsome -- and not to say his fashion sense was undeniably cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Avalon recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.
There was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking very angry.
"That wasn't funny, Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"
"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it. . . . It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."
"You dropped it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet —"
"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.
"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"
Avalon, Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter again.
"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —"
"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" said Fred indignantly.
"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," said George. "Isn't he, Harry, Avalon?"
"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly.
"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother —"
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Fanfiction[A story in which two girls transports in their favourite book.] Avalon and Melora Beaumont were Harry Potter fans among the million potterheads on this planet. The two twins were in love with the book series to such extent that they even sometimes...
