I'm getting a bit tired of seeing all the Weasley brothers gang up and
do everything to Harry from threaten to pound him into a pulp. I
think it is time for a little payback...
Harry watched as the five Weasley sons gathered into a small group.
As they huddled together, Harry desperately wished that he had an
Extendable Ear in his pocket. He could tell that the five of them
were plotting something and that he was the target of the plot, by
their brief glances in his direction. He tried to remain nonchalant
about it, but it wasn't working. If he had learned anything from
living with the Dursleys it was being able to spot a fight brewing,
and the Weasleys were not known for being even tempered. He looked
around for any and all possible escape routes. He knew that he had a
couple of minutes before they came to 'talk' to him, so he edged over
toward the toolshed. Lying in the dirt next to the door he spotted a
cricket bat. Glancing around and seeing that the Weasleys were now
involved in a shouting match among themselves he bent and picked up
the bat, tucking the handle under his belt, thankful he was wearing
trousers under his robes. He also slid his wand up his left sleeve,
tucking the handle under his watch band. Then he turned and wandered
a little more down the trail to the pond.
A few seconds later he heard a loud shout and saw Ron being pushed to
the ground by Bill, who looked like he could complete with Vernon
Dursley for the reddest face in England competition, if it existed.
The two eldest Weasleys took the lead, steaming towards Harry. The
twins, rather reluctantly, following.
As they got close, Bill shouted, "Potter!" and drew his wand. Not
waiting to see what kind of curse Bill could come up with Harry took
the better part of valor and retreated.
He ran like hell toward the pond, with the eldest Weasleys hot on his
tail. He reached the small wooden platform that extended into the
pond and stopped. Turning to face the two enraged men, he stuck his
hand under his robes.
"No drawing your wand Potter." said Bill. "Turn around and show your
Ignoring Bill's command, Harry grabbed the cricket bat and swung it
out from under his robes, in an arc. A crack announced that it
connected with something and a shower of sparks indicated that it was
Bill's wand. Reversing the direction of the swing Harry caught
Charlie on the chin with the bat, dropping him to the ground. A swift
kick sent Charlie's wand flying into the pond, floating away from
shore. Throwing the bat behind him, he reached into his left sleeve
and drew his wand.
"Stupefy." he said. The beam of red light hit Charlie right between
the eyes, causing him to slump, bonelessly back to the damp ground. He
then pointed his wand behind Bill and sent two powerful tripping hexes
at the approaching twins. Finally, he pointed his wand at Bill.
"So, what the hell do you think you are up to?" he snarled.
"Too scared to stand up and face us like a man, Potter?"
"No, one thing I learned from many years as Dudley's punching bag is
to choose my own battle ground. Now, answer me before I try out a few
new hexes I learned. A number of which I'm sure your new bride would
The twins, deciding, for once that it would be more fun to watch than
to do, sat and did nothing. Harry noticed that Ron, Hermione, Ginny
and several others, including Fleur were now standing behind the twins.
"My patience is running short, Bill, so answer me, or I will just hex
you where you stand."
"You hurt Ginny. You broke up with her."
"What is between the two of us is just that, between the two of us,
you idiot. You should keep your nose out of other people's business.
But that still doesn't answer my question."
"We were going..."
"Going to what? Rough me up a bit, hurt me a little. Maybe I should
let you. You doing your worst would hurt a whole hell of a lot less
than if the one thing...person... in this world that I truly love got
injured or killed because of me. If you haven't realized it yet, the
only one that Voldemort wanted dead more than Dumbledore is ME!"
Bill stared at Harry, his fists clenching and unclenching. "I didn't
"You were supposed to be pretty damn swotty and you never figured it
"No, not that Voldemort wanted you dead. But that you really loved
her...loved and understood it enough to give her up. I just thought
you were being an arrogant prat."
Harry glanced over Bill's shoulder and noticed that Ginny had her
head buried in Ron's chest. Fleur and Hermione were hugging her and
patting her on the back. Arthur was walking toward Harry and his son.
"I think that is enough, Bill. You go back up to the rest of your
guests. I'll talk to Harry. Fred, George, give Bill a hand with your
The two had an evil gleam in their eyes as they stood. Nodding, they
ran and pushed Bill into the pond. Grabbing Charlie, Fred mumbled
'Ennervate' before he and George dumped the half stunned man into the
Arthur shook his head and mumbled, "That's not exactly what I meant
by give them a hand."
Dripping wet and covered in weeds and mud the two men lurched out of
the pond. Fleur grabbed Bill by the ear and led him off, in a torrent
of French that if Harry had understood the language would have had him
thoroughly blushing. Molly, who had joined the group last, did the
same to Charlie. Arthur looked at the twins, letting them know that
they were not entirely off the hook. Ron and Hermione led Ginny to
Harry and her father. The rest of the crowd turned and walked back to
Arthur looked at Harry, "I understand what you were trying to do, but
I think you made a mistake. The two of you need to talk. Ron,
Hermione, let's leave them here to talk?"
"Did you mean that?" said Ginny, between sobs.
"Yes. If you...if he...hurt you it would kill me. If you died I
would have no reason to live. I finally understand what I...Ginny...I
am not very good at this." He put two fingers to her lips, "I never
had any one to say this to before, but I love you, at least as I
understand what it means."
She looked up at Harry, tears in her eyes, pushing his fingers aside,
she mummered, "I love you too."