Another Dursley

The Famous Winter

"So Snape was offering to help him? He was definitely offering to help him?"

  "If you accuse Draco or ask that bloody question once more,"I said agitated, roughly peeling the sprout."I'm going to stick this sprout--"

  "I'm only checking!" said Ron. Ron, Harry and I were standing alone at the Burrow's kitchen sink, peeling a mountain of sprouts for Mrs. Weasley. Snow was drifting past the window in front of us.

  "But- Snape was offering to help him!" said Harry. "He said he'd promised Malfoy's mother to protect him, that he'd made an Unbreakable Oath or something--"

  "An Unbreakable Vow?" said Ron, looking stunned. "Nah, he can't have. . . Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I'm sure," said Harry. "Why, what does it mean?"

  "Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow. . . "

  "I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough."I snapped,"What happens if you break it, then?"

  "You die," said Ron simply. "Fred and George tried to get me to make one when I was about five. I nearly did too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental," said Ron, with a reminiscent gleam in his eyes. "Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum, Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since. "

  "Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock--"I started.

  "I beg your pardon?" said Fred's voice as the twins entered the kitchen, I perked up almost immediately as my eyes laid upon them.

  "Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them."Fred cooed teasingly ruffling my hair and George rubbed my arm sitting on the chair other side of me, besides ron.

  "I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," said Ron grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"

  "But meanwhile," said George, winking at me sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his feet up on it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a -- whoops-a-daisy!"

  "You made me do that!" said Ron angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait, when I'm seventeen--"

  "I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," yawned Fred, poking my arm, as if threatening to push me too.

  "And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George as I pushed his feet down Incase Mrs. Weasley came in, "what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called--unless our information is faulty--Lavender Brown?"

I snorted making Ron turn a little pink and glared at me, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. "Mind your own business. "

  "What a snappy retort," said Fred. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was. . . how did it happen?"

  "What d'you mean?"

  "Did she have an accident or something?"

I covered my mouth trying not to laugh as Ron glared at me, Patting the twins shoulders to stop though I really didn't want them to.

  "What?"

  "Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful, now!"

  Mrs. Weasley entered the room just in time to see Ron throw the sprout knife at Fred, who had turned it into a paper airplane with one lazy flick of his wand, i leaned back and hid my face behind George keeping myself from laughing in front of her.