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A Day at the Burrow

By A Daemons Jewels Shy

“This is the first of the Harry Potter mini novels, so let me explain I’m a
fan of Harry Potter and thought it would be cool to write about the
wizarding world from another person’s eye other than Harry’s. Along
the series I’m planning to write novels through the eyes of Mr Weasley,
Professor Lupin, Fred and George, Dumbledore! Vernon Dursley, Hagrid
and even Voldermort Himself (But that’s A long way away). Firstly I’m
going to tell you that it jumps about when the story is set in the series of
real books which I’ll tell you before hand. My first story is through the
eyes of Ron just after the end of the goblet of fire about a week into his


Ron had been awake for several hours before deciding to get out of
bed. Looking round his room lazily after rising out of his pit he was
surprised how clean his room actually was. The usual minefield of
dirty socks, pants and robes were neatly away in the hamper the
discarded scrolls usually strewn along his room were nowhere to be
found and ring marks from cups and sweets that seemed to be welded
to his bookcase were replaced by his books and comics neatly placed
between numerous nick knacks, mostly Quidditch figures of all his
favourite players Ron glanced at the figure of Victor Krum which he
had jinxed so Instead of punching the air in a victorious way he
punched himself in the face. He frowned like he was annoyed at his
room for being so tidy, Then he shrugged and staggered off to the

15 minutes later an entirely different Ron came out of the bathroom.

Now the Man reflected the room, he was washed dressed and he even
had a go at taming his hair to no avail. Still wondering why his room
was so clean and sweet smelling the looked round. His quidditch
posters weren’t hanging off the wall any more instead they were being
held up by this blue stuff, Ron had no idea what it was then he
remembered his dad ranting on about this incredible muggle stuff
called Blu Tac “Million and one uses this stuff has” he remembers Mr
Weasley proudly saying as he waves around a flat slab of it.

“Dad!?!” Ron exclaimed wondering why his father would clean his
room. He walked down the stairs with a puzzled frown on his face.
“There’s that lazy bones now” Mrs Weasley said walking over
from the stove with a hearty breakfast of sausage eggs bacon and
mushrooms with a big plate of bread almost anticipating Ron's arrival
at the table the breakfast was plonked at Ron’s expectant place. Ron
immediately started gorging on the food dropping yoke down his shirt
first bite.
“Wb Has Dah Clee M Oom?” Ron said with a very large amount
of sausage and bread in his mouth.
“Don’t talk with your mouthful dear” Mrs Weasley said while
vigorously wiping the counter. Ron swallowed the massive bite and re-
“Why has dad cleaned my room?” Mrs Weasley without stopping
her vigorous wiping of the counter said
“I haven’t got the slightest idea, He’s been acting very weird
recently has your father” Mrs Weasley continued
“Cleaning, cooking even finally sorting out the Goblin squatting
in the Shed”.
“Where is dad?” Asked Ron
“He’s in the garage as usual messing with his muggle rubbish”
Huffed Ginny with as she passed through the kitchen with what
seemed to be an angry chair in her hands. Fred and George burst into
the kitchen and both shouted
“Where’s Ginny!?!”
“She’s in the front!” snapped Mrs Weasley who was startled by
the twins’ sudden outburst.
“She’s got our bum biting barstool!” said Fred, George continued
“Seems like an ordinary barstool until someone sits on it”
“Then it bites them right on the arse!” Exclaimed Fred finishing
off his brothers sentence, with haste the twins ran after Ginny.

Ron went to see his dad in the garage. Mr Weasley was messing with a
pair of curling tongs.
“What dyu think they use these for?” Mr Weasley said not
taking his eyes off them while opening and closing them
“No idea dad” Said Ron flatly showing no interest in what Mr
Weasley was clearly amazed over
“Nor do I” said Mr Weasley putting them on the table and
looking up at his son.

“Why did you clean my room?” Said Ron. Mr Weasley leaned

over to Ron and said very quietly
“I'm Trying to get into your mothers good books” He looked to
see if the coast was clear and continued
“There is this outing at work, My friends and hopefully myself
will be going undercover in the Muggle community to investigate the
recent boom in enchanted muggle artefacts, Your mother has told me
I cant go but I reckon if I am really good round the house I could
sweeten her up a bit. Our secret though right” Mr Weasley said
tapping his nose twice with his finger. Ron nodded and grinned. As he
left the garage he couldn’t help but think that his dad was a little
scared of his mom.

Ron ventured past the dining room in which Fred and George were
explaining to a very angry Ginny that they meant to tell her about the
stool biting whoever sat on it but wanted to know whether it worked.
As Ron Strolled back into the kitchen he tripped over a hatbox on the
floor which coughed loudly. This shocked Ron because to his
knowledge Hatboxes don’t cough.
“What the bloody hell…” Ron trailed off as he cautiously lifted
up the lid and to his surprise he found leathery skinned bearded
gnome napping in the box.
“Mum another bloody gnome in the house” Ron shouted into his
mother, the gnome awoke and widely opened its big yellow eyes and
ran off giggling and cackling. Upon that Mrs Weasley appeared in the
doorway and with a lightning swift flick of her wand the gnome flew
with a YIPEEEEEEE out the house and into the garden. Ron shook
his head with his eyes on the gnome walking off into the orchard.

Ron spent the afternoon casually flicking through his back issues of
the quidditcher magazine in his room. Until his mother called him
“DINNER!” Mrs Weasley proclaimed loudly. After this the house
seemed to come alive with opening doors and brisk footsteps ending at
the dinner table. Ron looked at the considerable amount of food on
the table. Ron liked his mothers cooking it was what he missed the
most while at the castle. Ron liked the food at Hogwarts but his
mothers cooking was the best it made him feel at home. Like every
night at the burrow the feeding frenzy ensued. Ladles full of soup
potatoes and other such delights were being slopped onto plates.
Bread was being ripped from the loaves on the table and pumpkin
juice and ale was being poured into mismatched glasses. Ron fed his
face until he cleared his plate for the second time then heaving
himself up him said
“Thanks mum” upon that Mr Weasley got up as well and put his
hands on his stomach as if stuffed with food and said
“Yeah thanks mum” and gave Mrs Weasley a peck on the cheek
and headed back the garage no doubt to decipher the mystery of the
curling tongs. Ron climbed the stairs back to his room and flopped on
the bed for a late afternoon nap.

BANG! Ron awoke at this bit clatter and the shouting of NOOOO
downstairs Ron grabbed the closest thing to hand in case he needed
to beat up an intruder which to his dismay as he came to the bottom
of the stairs was a quite flimsy rolled up magazine. Still wielding the
magazine like a bat he burst into the sitting room where the noise was
coming from to find a very sad Fred and George holding to a charred
chair leg each with Ginny standing triumphantly while putting her
wand back in her robes.
“You didn’t have to blow it to bits!” Both Fred and George
shouted harmonising perfectly. Ginny then let out a noise to show her
disapproval and her victory and walked out head high. The two twins
sank defeated to the ground and looked at the splintered and burnt
remains of their bum biting bar stool
“It was so young” George said with sadness and regret in his
“Never even had chance to properly get someone” Fred said with
an equally sad tone in his voice
“It took us ages to get that stool right Ron, Ages” George
remorsefully muttered and they walked out the room with there heads
hanging low. Ron looked at the mess on the floor and seen that the
leather on the stool still had a mouth on it in mid bite. Ron couldn’t
help but feel silly because he actually felt sorry for it. He contemplated
stroking it decided against it and walked through to the kitchen where
his father was giving another talk about his trip.
“We already have a place in which we can work quite
undiscovered” Mr Weasley said excitedly but no one seemed intrigued
“Its called a second hand shop and is a treasure trove of muggle
artefacts me and the rest of my ministry companions will be able to
confiscate any artefacts quite inconspicuously” Mrs Weasley after
enchanting the washing up to wash itself she said her husband
“Well I suppose you have been good around the house” Mrs
Weasley contemplated for a moment. Ron looked over at his father
who’s eyes shone as he looked at Mrs Weasley
“And we could do with the extra money” Mrs Weasley said with
a tone that indicates she’d been won over
“Ok dear you can go on your little trip go and get the letter”
“Thank you darling” Mr Weasley said in haste as he ran to get
his letter. Ron thought to himself that his dad was acting like a little
kid who had permission to go on the school trip running to get his
permission slip for his mum to sign. Mr Weasley came back and
handed his wife the slip he put his hand on his wives shoulder and
one in the pocket of his waistcoat which straightened him up he stood
proud and had a real big grin he then looked over at Ron and winked
to say as much as I Knew It Would Work. Ron smiled back at his dad
and went up to his room to write a letter to Harry.

Ron thought that Harry would need a lot of friendly contact with his
friends and loved ones over the summer. Seeing as he’d just battled
He Who Must Not Be named and also seen one of his good friends be
killed. And after all that having to return to the muggles who treated
him horrible. He wrote his letter in good handwriting because
somehow he thought that would help it meet its intended destination
because both Ron and Hermione had trouble communicating with
their friend over the last few summers. He talked about how all his
family was fine and how Fred and George were still making things bite
things (Which was their new fad) and how his dad had a trip at work
to go undercover amongst the muggles so Watch Out for him dropping
by. Ron didn’t mention anything about what happened after the tri-
wizard tournament because he was sure that Harry didn’t really want
to thing about it.

His letter finished he rolled it up and gave it to his little own Pigwigeon
and upon that Pigwigeon flew out of the window not realising that Ron
hadn’t opened the window yet and crashed into it with a scream and
fell to the floor Ron chuckled gave Pigwigeon a little bit of sesame seed
bun that Pigwigeon seemed to like and opened the window and
Pigwigeon gingerly walked over to the threshold of the window frame
then hastily flew away. Ron was bored now so he decided to a little of
the holiday work that had been set. Ron did not like holiday work at
all. Well Ron didn’t like work but he hated holiday work more. After 45
minutes of half hearted work Ron dozed off with his face in his potions
book after getting quite a stiff neck and drooling on the book his
mother awoke him.
“Go to bed dear” Said Mrs Weasley in her night clothes carrying
a tarnished lantern. Ron just made a noise and fell into bed until he
would arise early afternoon the next day.