Samantha Weasley

Chapter One

"Oh my sweet baby Merlin, it's here", I screamed excitedly, probably waking up the entire household.

"You just offed about eighty gazillion people", Ginny smirked from beside me, playing cool girl.

"They can go stuff themselves if they've got a problem with my brilliance", I shrugged, and decided to keep yelling.

"I thought they would never come Ginny, I thought I was a..... Squib", I added in a louder, more dramatic voice, going as far to fall on top of her, wiping a fake tear from my eye.

"Shut the bloody hell up", I heard my older brother, Fred, yell, irritated by my antics.

"Hate you Samantha", my other dear brother, Ron, added at the top of his lungs.

"Language" my mother chided from her room and i snickered to myself.

"As if", Ginny snorted, practically reading my mind.

"How on earth do you manage to take almost all of the words straight out of my mouth", I sighed, walking over to the fridge and getting myself some juice.

"We are twins you idiot. Although that's hard to believe sometimes, I mean honestly, the way you act compared to me", she poked my shoulder and sat down at the table, "Juice please", she added.

"After that nasty comment, I don't think so", I taunted, taking a seat next to her and having a looooooong exaggerated sip from my glass, smacking my lips, "Mmmmm, that was some great OJ", I said, licking my lips.

"How are you two up so early?", a very tired Harry stumbled into the kitchen.

"HogWarts letters genius", I supplied for Ginny seeing as she could barely say a word. She was to busy gaping at the sight in our kitchen. Harry Potter. Merlin, Shes mental.

"All this trouble for a letter? Trust me, HOGWARTS isn't all that it's cracked up to be", Harry got himself juice, "You want any Ginny?".

She went bright red and numbly nodded.

"And of course you can say it's only hogwarts. You've been their before, while me and my apprentice-", Ginny snorted and mumbled something about being eighteen minutes older, "Are extremely new and impressionable, which means that we are-".

"- going to be worried about the sorting, classes, older brothers", Ginny butted in. It's a kind of twin thing that we do.

"Don't get me started on our brothers", I groaned, propping my feet up onto the table.

"To many nice things that you have to say about us?", Fred lazily sauntered into the kitchen, surprisingly happy considering the fact that I woke him up at six in the morning.

"You look pleased", Ginny narrowed her eyes, watching Fred and George carefully.

"What can I say?", Fred smirked.

"It's a gorgeous morning", George finished, looking equally pleased.

"Okay, I'm avoiding you two for as long as possible, I don't want to be at the other end of a prank, especially not stuck in a closet with Ginny for two hours",'I shuddered, remembering that horrible thing.

"Oh you don't have to worry about them, worry about me", Ron stomped grumpily into the kitchen, glaring at me.

"The day we worry about you-", I started.

"Is the day Dumbledore becomes sane", Ginny and I shared a look, acknowledging the fact that we didn't even know the man, but we had heard stories. And oh we're those stories crazy.

Then I heard Percy stomping down the stairs and glanced at Ginny in panic. A mad Percy was not something you should want to see.

"We'd really love to stay and chat", Ginny snatched the letters, practically flying out of her chair.

"But we've got business to attend to", I rocketed out of the kitchen, right on her heals as fast as possible.

We took the back stairs up to our room and literally tore up them like someone running out of hell, if that was possible. Did that even make sense? I don't think so.... Forget that even happened.

"The horror of the wrath of Percy", I screwed up my face in anguish, flopping onto my bed.

"Never again shall we wake him up this early", Ginny added, sitting on a bean bag.

"The letters", I stated, rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

"Oof!", i exclaimed, landing face first into the floor while my ever so wonderful twin snickered.

"So it's says here that we aren't allowed brooms...", Ginny trailed off, eying me suspiciously because I love flying and we both take our brothers brooms and one day we will be chasers for the Holly Head harpies.

"Screw them, unfair people", I grumbled, making myself comfortable on my bean bag, managing to kick Ginny in the process.

"Harry was allowed on the team", Ginny added, scowling.

"He's got the Lightning scar on his forehead, and I've heard that he's pretty decent of a player", I shrugged, going down my list.

"Understatement, from the way our halfwit brothers go on about it he's victor krum in disguise as a nerdy twelve year old", Ginny said, and we both snorted in unison.

"Okay, so maybe I'm not good enough to get on this year, but next year I'm trying out", I shrugged, and looked over at Ginny who was now looking out the window, "You?".

"I can't believe it, their playing quidditch out there again with out us", Ginny seethed, her face angry red.

"They've never let us play before, why on earth would they let us today?", I crossed over to the window.

"They just make me so mad sometimes", we said in unison.

"But I think I'll wait for fourth or fifth year to try out", she stated.

"Why that long?", I asked.

"I want to explore the castle, not worry about missing practice", she grinned.

"We can do that all of this year", I pointed out.

"But HogWarts better watch out", Ginny laughed.

"The Weasleys are back"

"And we might be girls"

"But we can be more dangerous then all of them put together", we finished in unison, made eye contact, and fell into fits of laughter.