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It would have been a normal day at the Burrow, but today Harry Potter was coming for a visit. They had arranged it by Floo Powder like they had before. Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley were sitting impatiently in their living room waiting for him to arrive. Ron checked his watch. Harry was three minutes late.

Ron looked up at the fireplace again, and saw, in a whirl of ash, Harry Potter starring back at him. His trunk was right beside him. For some odd reason, Harry's face is all red.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Ron asked him.

Harry let out a squeak and then said, "Dursleys took my loo privileges." And with that he started to run as fast as his knobbly knees could carry him up the stairs and towards the bathroom. "I gotta wee-wee!!!!!!" He yelled downstairs. Soon after the four Weasleys heard a sigh of relief coming from the bathroom.


The Epic Continues 07.11.02.21.35!!!

The next day, Ginny walked up to him and asked him what he did to deserve his loo privileges away. “Well,” Harry began. “It all started with a pair of snitch-covered socks. One day the snitches started to fly around my room. Dobby had arrived at my house for the second time to warn me again. At that time, Dudley had walked into my room to see if his broken bike still worked. They stuck it in my room. Anyway, Dobby set the snitches after Dudley. They still can’t get the rabid snitches to stop biting.”

Ginny started to giggle about the rabid biting snitches when she felt something fall out of her pocket. Harry jumped up in the air when he felt something small and round hit his right butt cheek. It flew backwards about five feet. Soon it sped away towards Harry’s left butt cheek. Harry felt it hit him again. He turned too look at what had committed the crime. He saw the quarter speeding back towards his buttocks as fast as a bullet, and ran. He ran up the stares, but the quarter followed. Ginny was beside herself laughing.

She looked down on the ground and saw a clear wrapper that was torn. It read “The Amazing Self-Bouncing Quarter made by Caitlin’s Corrupted Crimes, the Best Prank Store in All America.”

“Ooooowwwww!” Ginny heard echo from the upstairs. Harry, Fred, and a George holding a quarter walked down the steps noisily.

“I just love working with Caitlin. She has the best ideas,” he said and smiled at Ginny. He opened his hand and let the quarter fly!


Next installment 07.12.02.13.56

Later on that day, when Harry was recovering from the Self Bouncing Quarter, he found himself sitting on the couch in the Weasley's living room. Ginny walked in and sat across from him in the chair.

"I knew I shouldn't have let the twins talk to that damn American. Sorry about that," she appollogised.

"Its ok. Where did you get that thing?"

"Caitlin's Corrupted Crimes. Its a prank shop on the other side of the pond," she told him. "The girl that owns it is younger than I am, but-"

"Shes bloody brilliant!" Fred interupted Ginny. "She send up the prototypes and is going to partner the Weasley Wizard Wheezes. We just got the latest shipment about ten minutes ago." Fred smiled at his brother, who was behind him when they walked into the living room, and made Harry feel uneasy.

"I want to show you something, Harry," George said and took out a small, bright orange box. "Its called a 'Flaming D', but we're not quite sure what the D stands for." He opened the box, and what looked like a ball of fire sped out.

The ball danced around the room for a while then it tore towards Harry. Harry, learning from yesterday, ran. Only, he ran with the butt faced away from the ball of fire. But the Flaming D was ruthless. It didn't settle for the buttocks. It wanted the grand daddy of it all.

The three Weasleys just sat there. Son they heard something from the direction that Harry ran. It sounded oddly like some one bouncing up and down screaming "HOLY SHIT! MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE!!! MY BALLS ARE On FIRE!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"


I'll write later. Too lazy now.