Selena Black

Chapter 3: Weasley's wizard Wheezes.

Chapter 3: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Chelbell2016:

*Selena Black*

Selena's POV:

Harry and i spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to our sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past us until I started to feel sick and closed my eyes. Then, when at last we felt ourselves slowing down, we threw out our hands and came to a halt in time to prevent ourselves from falling face forward out of the Weasleys' kitchen fire.

"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet with one hand and me with the other.

"Yeah," said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?"

"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; Harry and I looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with Bill and Charlie.

"How're you doing, Harry?" says Charlie, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him.

"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!"

Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter again. I just shook my head with a slight smile.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behavior 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?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly.

"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother -"

"Tell me what?" said a voice behind them.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen her eyes narrowed in suspicion. My mum is not far behind her.

"Oh hello, Harry, dear," she said, spotting him and smiling.

"Hi Harry," mum says smiling brightly. "Had a nice summer so far"

Harry nods and then glances my way and for some reason I feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I look at his smile.

Then Mrs. Weasley's eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. I could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley. Hermione and Ginny.