Chapter 1: The Burrow
April 22, 2026 at 12:48 PM
“Ginny?” Ave groaned groggily. She jumped down from the top bunk, “Oooh, I hear yelling! This is gonna be fun!"
She groaned.
Ave rolled her eyes. She quickly changed out of her pajama’s into an oversized Quidditch uniform from Charlie, and a black skirt instead of her normal, simply because it was the closest outfit. Ave walked down the stairs, already smelling breakfast.
Then she walked out to the door and opened it, watching her three closest in age brothers standing guiltily with their mother’s wrath beyond clear. Fred muttered something, and clearly Mrs. Weasley heard it.
“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” Mrs. Weasley was yelling, prodding her finger in Fred’s chest. “You could havedied, you could have beenseen, you could have lost your father hisjob-“ then she just kept going on and on about how terrible of a desertion it was for the twins and Ron to leave.
“Dang,” Ave muttered quietly, and Ron, the only one so far in the kitchen to notice her, glared.
“I’m very pleased to see you, Harry, dear,” Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry.
Then she turned back to walk inside and spotting Ave.
“Oh, good morning, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, slightly breathless from all the yelling. Ave raised her eyebrows and walking in with everyone behind her.
Quickly the boys took seats quietly, Ave stayed standing in the doorway.
Mrs. Weasley started to make breakfast, every now and then throwing dirty looks at the redheaded boys, still muttering about “don’t knowwhatyour were thinking” and “neverwould have believed it.”
“I don’t blameyou, dear,” she told the black headed boy, filling up his plate.
“So… why’d you go without me?” Ave finally asked.
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
Ron puffed up his chest, “You didn’t deserve to know. You would’ve woken up the entire house, somehow explode the car while metaling with it, or just crowd up the place. You’d only read the entire time anyway.”
“Oh,” Ave said coldly, her gaze turning to him. “Is that right?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Andwhodo you think you are deciding that?” Ave snapped. “I wouldn’t have read. I’ll let you know I could’ve been beyond useful as you as dumb and slow as a brick. Honestly, with you there, you brought the entire team down. I’m surprised you did anything correct. As for me metaling the car, I’ve been studying it with dad and I wouldn’t doanythingto mess it up. The only person dumb enough to explode it would be you. Not to mention I heard you stomping around this morning like an elephant. You’re just lucky I wasn’t feeling in the mood to bust your fat gulumping self.”
“Oh,sure,” Ron rolled his eyes. “You’re a little lier, andI’ve never exploded anything. We didverygood in fact when picking up Harry, I’ll let you know-“
“Oh,please. As ifyouwere any use,” Ave interrupted.
“I was! Tell her, George!”
Even if he was going to, Ave took a time to quickly add in. “George would never, not only because it’s a lie, but because he’s not stupid enough to join into a doomed fight—again. You’re just a stubborn annoying boy, and honestly, out of us your the only lier. And there was onlyonetime I explodedanything, and that was because of one accidental measurement. Besides, I know you’ve probably blown up Hogwarts completely by now. If you could manage to doanymagic, squib.”
“I could!”
Ave stuck out her tongue, “As if. Once I arrive you’ll see whatrealmagic is, you bloody idiot.”
Ron opened his mouth
“I think that’s enough for this morning,” Mrs. Weasley sighed. “No need to starteveryday like this.”
“It’s his fault for being exclusive, and honestly racist. Only taking boys is barbaric.”Suddenly Ave turned to the twins. “Andyoutwo!”
“Darn in,” Fred drooped in his seat. “I was hoping she’d be too busy yelling at Ronnie.”
“I can’t believe that you’d leave me out of this! Honestly, where’s your ‘Gryffindor loyalty?’ And after helping you just last evening too!”
“Ave,” Mrs. Weasley warned.
“Honestly, you caught her at the wrong time,” George offered. “Normally Ave’s an angel, it’s just early mornings and Ron. In an hour or two she’ll be like a fairy princess and super sweet and helpful.”
Ave shot him a withering look, “Where’s the coffee?”
“Avelainie Yvette Weasley!” Mrs. Weasley exploded, “What did I tell you about coffee?!?”
“Right, this is where she got it from, I swear Mum and Ave are the same in their rage,” Fred chuckled.
Both of them turned to him, ready to tell himexactlyhow similar they were.
At that moment, there was a diversion in the form of a small, red-headed figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.
“Ginny,” Ron said in an undertone to Harry. “My other sister, Ave’s twin. She’s been talking about you all summer.”
Ave deflated in her seat. “All year really,” she said before taking a huge spoonful of a berry filled parfait.
“Yeah, she’ll be wanting your autograph, Harry,” Fred grinned. He caught Mrs. Weasley’s eye and bent his face over his plate without another word. Nothing else was said until all five plates were clean, which took a surprisingly short amount of time.
“Blimey, I’m tired,” yawned Fred, setting his knife and fork down. “I think I’l go to be and-“
“As if!” Ave said at the same time Mrs. Weasley snapped:
“You will not. It’s your own fault you’ve been up all night. You’re going to de-gnome the garden for me, they’re getting out of hand again.”
“Oh, Mum-“
“And you two,” she said, glaring at Ron and George. “You can go up to bed, dear,” she added to Harry. “You didn’t ask them to fly that wretched car.”
But Harry, who felt wide awake, said quickly, “I’ll help Ron, I’ve never seen de-gnoming-“
“That’s very sweet of you, dear, but it’s dull work,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Now, let’s see what Lockhart’s got to say on the subject.”
Ave quickly grab the heavy book from the mantel place.
George groaned, “Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden.”
Mrs. Weasley started to talk about how wonderful he was while the boys shifted uncomfortably,
“Mum fancies him,” Fred said, in a very audile whisper.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Fred,” Mrs. Weasley said.
“Just go out the the garden,” Ave shooed, looking very pleased.
Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys slouched out side with Harry behind them.
Ave giggled, “That was perfect,” then she yawned. “I’m going to my room, I need to stretch and check on Ginny.”
“Do you think I was hard on them,” Mrs. Weasley said right before Ave walked up the stairs.
“Oh, Mum,” Ave came back in and hugged her. “Their just a bunch of big babies. Honestly, their fine. It really is their own fault. Well, them and-“ she broke off awkwardly.
“Yes,” Mrs. Weasley said, her face turned to stone. “I’ll have a talk with him too.”
“Make sure it’s fun to watch,” Ave said cheekily before waltzing away.
She made her way upstairs then. Ginny was sitting on her bed, red faced and staring ahead of her while fidgeting.
“I heard you fighting with Ron again,” Ginny said quietly.
“He’s a bloody idiot,” Ave rolled her eyes.
Ginny laughed quietly, “that he is.”
“Alright, what’s up?”
“I think I’m in love,” she said, her wide brown eyes looking at Ave with complete seriousness. But not even Ave and her apathetic self could laugh at her expression.
“Umm..” She said, paused. “I dunno the slightest thing about love, sorry.”
Ginny smiled weakly, “clearly. You know almost nothing about how people work, even us who you’ve lived with all your life.”
Ave shrugged guiltily. Then did her morning drill. Doing a quick shower, using her products to keep the wave natural not frizzy, stretching, doing thirty pushups, curl ups, and jumping jacks. Then she reached for her toes, stretched upward, did the splits, curled up and touched her feet to her head, and hooked her leg over her head.
Then the front door slammed.
“Ooh, dad’s home,” Ave smiled warmly. Ginny shrugged. “Alright,” Ave said slowly. Then left.
The boys had clearly raced in and Mr. Weasley was in a kitchen chair slumped. His glasses were off and his eyes closed. “What a night,” he mumbled, groping for a teapot as all of them sat down around him. “Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned…”
“Nasty wizard,” Ave scoffed. “Such a black market no good fellow.”
“Find anything, Dad?” Said Fred eagerly.
“All I got were a few shrinking door-keys and a biting kettle,” yawned Mr. Weasley. “There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn’t my department, though. Mortlake was taken away from questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that’s Committee on Experimental Charms, than goodness…”
“How odd?” Ave asked, but naturally got talked over, because boys were just like that.
“Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?” George said.
“Just Muggle-baiting.”
“I hope it’s at least fun for the loads of trouble you get in for it,” Ave muttered.
“Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it… Of course, it’s very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking-they’ll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they’ll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it’s staring them in the face… but the things out lot have been enchanting, you wouldn’t believe-“
“LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?”
Mrs. Weasley appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Clearly any conversation on hesitation from earlier about being harsh with Ave had gone. Mr. Weasley’s eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife.
“C-cars, Molly, dear?”
“Yes, Arthur, cars,” said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes flashing. “Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, whilereallyhe was enchanting it to make itfly.”
Mr. Weasley blinked.
“Well, dear, I think you’ll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if, er, he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his with the truth… There’s a loophole in the law, you’ll fine… as long as he wasn’tintendingto fly the car, in fact that carcouldfly wouldn’t-“
“Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!” Shouted Mrs. Weasley. “Just so you could carry on tinkering with all the Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren’t intending to fly!”
“Can you believe that?” Ave scoffed, rolling her eyes sarcastically.
“Harry?” Said Mr. Weasley blankly. “Harry who?”
He looked around, saw Harry and jumped.
“Good Lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron’s told us so much about-“
“Your sons flew that car to Harry’s house and back last night!” Shouted Mrs. Weasley. “What have you got to say about that, eh?”
“Sons,” Ave repeated, scrunching up her nose. “Couldn’t bother to invite adaughter. It’s fine though, the bloody idiots errands are often boring and annoying and get people in trouble.” But her expression showed it was clearlynotfine to her.
“Did you really?” Said Mr. Weasley eagerly, not paying attention to what Ave said, far to excited. “Did it go alright? I-I mean,” he faltered, as sparks flew from Mrs. Weasley’s eyes, “that was very wrong boys- very wrong indeed…”
“Better leave,” Ave suggested.
“Leave them at it,” Ron agreed for once, as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. “Come on, I’ll show you my bedroom.”
Ave scoffed, “sure, don’t bother inviting me.” But, of course, she followed them anyway because it was the way to her bedroom.
On the third landing, Ave and Ginny’s shared bedroom door stood ajar. Ave saw a pair of bright brown eyes staring at Harry before it closed with a snap.
“Ginny,” said Ron. “You don’t know how weird it is for her to be this shy, she never shuts up normally-“
“Oh, be quiet,” Ave folded her arms.
“Of course you want to pick another fight,” Ron scoffed.
“Or I want to correct my idiotic brother to find something else to gossip about.” She stuck out her tongue, then opened the door and slipped in, slamming the door behind her.
