THE BROTHERS GRINNIt had been exactly seventeen days since visiting Diagon Alley, and Mrs. Weasley was finally ready to see her twin sons leave the nest. In fact, if she was truly honest, Molly was prepared to shoo them out with the firm heel of her boot.
Beyond the usual amount of bustling activity that took place in their slowly-sinking, ramshackle home on the week before the start of term, the Weasley parents had the pleasure of discovering a dense, putrid fog emanating from Bill's old bedroom, a troop of grumbling garden gnomes hiding under the master bed, a fire blazing in the shortest hallway closet, and the entire contents of their kitchen cupboards piled neatly on the red, oblong roof between two of their five chimneys, coincidentally over the twins' bedroom. Even Errol, their family owl, was suffering after the twins and Cedric Diggory had confused the bird to no end by asking it to deliver a note addressed to themselves. For days, Errol could be seen hovering like a dullard-owl over Arthur's detached garage.
There was nothing to do about it all but sigh. Their disruptive sons, Fred and George, were so thrilled to leave on the train to Hogwarts that they took turns on every occasion to remind their parents of how much they would be missed — and to subsequently drive them to the brink of madness. In the end, it was up to their mother to put out the fires. Quite literally.
Due to a number of rumors about dark spells reaching the Muggle world, Arthur Weasley and his partner Perkins were constantly away, losing hours upon hours at the Ministry of Magic. When Mr. Weasley eventually made his way home, past the warped and crooked sign for the Burrow, his third year, Percy, was more than willing to offer suggestions of how to handle such unsavory business in a timelier manner. Arthur smiled at his son's proposals, but was not particularly interested in the perspective of a thirteen-year-old, even if he had proven his worth to the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, during the previous year by uncovering a hidden portrait hall on the fourth floor. This was, of course, a detail that Percy attempted to insert into any conversation around the house. Charlie was the first to come to their father's aid, reminding Percy that he had only made such a breakthrough after being hurled into a display case for ancient school banners at the wand of a bully who had been perfecting a storm spell.
After Percy had vanished through the dusty glass and reappeared on the other side of the wall, he couldn't wait to claim the damp and darkened corridor as his own personal discovery, and perhaps as the result of some perilous exploration through Hogwarts castle. Unfortunately, since the corridor had been empty, save for a few moving paintings that were desperate for release back into the common areas, not many students took note of the incident. The school had several secret passageways and it was common knowledge that walls could move at a time of their own choosing — or vanish altogether. The same could be said for the one hundred and forty-two staircases, the toilets, and even the dinner plates. Subsequently, the trophy case was relocated and the headmaster, out of sympathy, awarded the over-achieving Weasley with five points to Gryffindor House.
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Fanfiction*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...