Ronald Weasley and the Mysterious Magical Rock

Diagon Alley

I was forced out of bed at 6:00 am.

"RON! GET OUT OF BED OR WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"

I groaned and sluggishly dragged myself out of bed. Mum's voice continued to echo through the household.

"FRED AND GEORGE! GET UP THIS INSTANT!"

"Oh, Mum, we were just enjoying the luxurious comfort of our beds. You know, getting in some quality beauty sleep before we dazzle the world with our charm and brilliance," Fred replied with a grin.

"Yeah, Mum," George added, "Beauty sleep is essential for our radiant personalities. Can't let the world miss out on the full glory of the Weasley twins, can we?"

I grinned at the sound of Fred and George's replies and dragged myself to the bathroom and got ready for the day.

Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast filled the air. I immediately piled my plate high with eggs, bacon, and toast.

"Morning, Ron," Dad greeted, briefly peeling his eyes away from the Daily Prophet to greet me.

"Mrrph," I replied, unable to form an intelligible response, as I'd already stuffed half a piece of toast into my mouth. 

We quickly finished breakfast. Dad wished us luck as he apparated to work. The rest of us crowded around the fireplace, prepared to make the journey by Floo Powder. 

I watched his family step into the fireplace and disappear in green flames one by one. 

"Your turn, Ron," said Mum, holding out the pot of Floo Powder. 

"Diagon Alley!" I exclaimed, gripping a handful of powder. The world spun around me, and the next thing I knew, I found myself shooting out the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, crashing into a table in the process.

"Graceful," George said, "Just like a bird..."

"Maybe not a bird, but perhaps a small ostrich..." Fred chimed in.

I rolled my eyes, but I was unable to suppress a grin as I stumbled to my feet and followed my family out the door and into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.

 Our first stop was Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. I was approached by a short witch, who busied about me, taking measurements and spinning me around, making me feel rather sick. The witch jotted down my measurements and handed them to Madame Malkin, who skimmed the measurements and started to discuss my robes with Mrs Weasley. I glanced at the hundreds of robes displayed around the shop. I eyed a particularly luxurious looking robe imagining what I might look like in them, but my heart sank when I saw Mum and Madame Malkin strolling down the second-hand robes section. Of course I knew that I wouldn't be able to get brand new robes, but it disappointed me all the same. 

After purchasing our robes, we continued to stroll down Diagon Alley and collect supplies. I jealously eyed a brown haired witch in Ollivander's trying out wands. I so wanted my own wand! I was stuck using Charlie's old wand. At least it still worked. As a reward for becoming prefect, Percy was allowed a new pet, and by the end of the trip, he was happily clutching a cage containing a screech owl. I didn't think it was fair that Percy got a new owl while I couldn't even get my own wand. 

"I'm going to name him Hermes," he was saying as they headed into the Leaky Cauldron for the trip back, "Hermes, the messenger of the Greek gods, symbolizes swiftness, agility, and efficient communication—all attributes that I find quite fitting for an owl..."

"Well, George, seems like Percy's got himself rather attached to that feathery friend of his," Fred said, smirking.

George chuckled. "Oh, definitely. I can just imagine Hermes delivering Percy's perfectly punctuated letters at lightning speed. 'Dear Mum and Dad, hope this owl post finds you in good health and high spirits...'"

Fred joined in, "And don't forget, 'I, Percy Ignatius Weasley, prefect extraordinaire, hereby declare that all future family correspondence must be conducted via this owl for maximum efficiency.'"

"Excuse me," Percy started in indignation, but the twins, cackling in delight, had already returned to the Burrow through the chimney.

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A/N

Hi guys! Hope you guys enjoyed this!

Please put in feedback if you want, I'm welcome to ideas and suggestions!

The "perhaps like a small ostrich" line came from something my sixth grade teacher said after someone had very un-gracefully run out of the room after being excused during a lesson!
I actually really enjoy writing Fred and George's dialogues, it's so fun!