were an ordinary family. There was a mum, a dad, six boys, a girl, a homey
house, and a nice, big garden to run around in. In
fact, at that very moment little Ginny Weasley was running about the garden
trying to catch butterflies. The eldest boys (Bill and Charlie) were playing
Quidditch over in the makeshift Pitch. Molly, their mum, was upstairs napping,
and Arthur, their dad, was at work. He was the most important person at the
Ministry of Magic, he often said. Molly would always hit his arm and tell him
to stop being silly.
third oldest, was inside reading quietly. The twins, Fred and George, were out
front chasing the chickens, trying to make them knock into one another and fall
to the ground. Who knew where Ron, the last (and Ginny’s closest) brother was.
She asked him if he wanted to catch butterflies with her earlier, but he said
no because only girls tried to catch butterflies, and he wasn’t a girl.
Not a moment
later, the twins ran out the back door carrying the large bucket from their dad’s shed, laughing madly. Ginny stopped as they ran by and
knocked her to the ground. Now, most girls her age would have cried and run to
mum saying so-and-so pushed me, but
no! Ginny Weasley was a strong four-year-old. She’d had brothers her entire
life and she never let them push her around.
four-year-old Ginny stood up to give them a talking to, but the back door
banged shut again and Ron ran out to catch up with Fred and George. Apparently,
Ginny was invisible today because Ron knocked her to the ground too! Stupid boys, she thought.
angry now, and she stomped over to the pond in the back garden. Fred splashed
into the water and resurfaced with a large green pondweed on his head. George
fell to the ground laughing, and Ginny almost giggled. Fred sure looked funny
with a green weed on his head.
Bill and Charlie, who were fifteen and fourteen, flew over and landed beside
Ginny. They didn’t look happy at all.
“Fred! What are you doing!?
Mum said to stay out of the pond! Come back here, right now! George! Go sit by
the tree!” Bill wasn’t worried Fred would drown because the pond only went to Fred’s
knees. No, Fred was a mess, and their mum would be very angry with Bill
for allowing it.
“NO!” Fred laughed and splashed around,
scaring away a few frogs and fish.
“Charlie, take Ginny and Ron inside. I’ll take
care of Fred and George. Be quiet about it too, Mum needs her rest.”
nodded, told Ginny to follow him, and moved to take Ron inside. He knew Ginny
Ron, on the
other hand, shouted, “I
don’t wanna go inside! I wanna
catch a frog!”
“We can catch a frog later, Ron, with nets and
stuff. We can’t do it right now though. Come on,” said Charlie, holding his
hand out for Ron.
“No! I wanna catch a
“Ron, not now! I have
to take you inside; let’s go!” Charlie picked up Ron; Ron didn’t take no for an
answer. He thrashed around, screaming and yelling that he wanted to stay
back door banged shut; Percy strode across the lawn to the pond. “Be quiet!
Mum’s trying to sleep! Bill, Charlie, what’s going on?” His eyes gazed over the
chaos. George sat huffily by the tree, Fred was splashing in the pond, Bill glared at him, tense with frustration. Charlie
was fighting to keep hold of Ron, and Ginny stood innocently to the side,
watching it all. “Why’s Fred got a weed in his hair?”
into the pond, dolt. Help with Ron; I think he’s suffocating.” Bill pointed to
Charlie, who was being choked by Ron.
“Ginny, stay there. Oi! Ron, you’re killing him! Let go!” Percy pulled Ron off Charlie.
Ron thrashed around harder, kicking Percy in the jaw, hitting Charlie in the chest,
scratching and biting wherever he could to escape. Nevertheless, Charlie and
Percy held onto him, but it was a losing battle.
that Charlie and Percy fighting with Ron was boring,
so she joined Bill, Fred, and George. Bill hadn’t had any luck with Fred; Ginny
stood by George, who was still pouting.
“George? Why’d you push me? It hurt and it was
Bill must have
heard his sister, and he shot George an evil glare. George narrowed his eyes and
stuck out his tongue. Bill stepped toward George, cuffing him in the back of
the head. “Don’t push people, idiot! Go inside!” shouted Bill as he picked
George up and pointed toward the house.
and pushed Ginny to the ground in anger. Ginny glowered up at him, her face
flushed red with defiance. With all the power her little body had, she
shoved George into the pond, making a huge splash and spraying Bill with water.
Bill yelled at Ginny to go back to the house; she ignored him. Bill told her
again: nothing doing. As much as she loved her brothers, she hated being bossed around. Now Bill was angry and frustrated. He
picked his sister up and moved her gently toward the house. Ginny kicked him in
the shin and moved away.
and George had perfect timing. A ball of slimy weeds hit Bill in the face. He
pulled them off and yelled “YUCK! FRED, GEORGE, YOU LITTLE BUGGERS! GET BACK
HERE! I’M GONNA GET YOU! NOW
GET BACK HERE!”
George replied with gleeful seven-year-old laughter and continued with their
playing. Bill kicked and stomped on the ground and yelled in frustration.
RON, STOP IT! STOP IT, I SAY! BILL!” shouted Percy. Bill turned to see
what the problem was. Ron was clawing and fighting even harder now, and
Charlie and Percy were weary. Finally, Ron, with one last kick, escaped from
his captors and ran to the pond as Percy and Charlie fell to the ground,
exhausted. “RON!” cried the three boys, thinking he would jump in like
Fred and George; they didn’t want another
boy to capture.
Percy scrambled after their youngest brother. Ron stopped as a frog hidden on
the bank jumped up into his face.
Ron, too, fell
into the green, murky water, covering Charlie and Percy with slime. Charlie
reached out for him, but Ron was just out of his reach. Ron treaded toward the
middle of the pond, toward a few frogs who hopped out of the water, laughing
with glee. Fred and George were still in the pond, moving away from each other
shouted Bill, kicking the ground again.
her way to the bank of the pond. She looked down and saw some tiny green fish
with big heads swimming around. She saw some big fish that were white, red, and
gold swimming around too. Floating out on the water were some green plants.
Some frogs sat on it, and some of the plants had pretty white and pink flowers.
She wanted a flower! Suddenly a frog croaked. Ribbit, it said again. A frog was
much more exciting than a flower. Ginny leaned down in the water, looking for a
George were causing an awful ruckus splashing about and playing tag. They
stopped every so often to tackle each other to the ground and start a mud war.
They threw mud, made mud masks, covered their hair, and even threw it at Bill,
Charlie, and Percy. The three oldest brothers would shout at them and pretend to
do violent things to their heads and necks. Then Charlie muttered
“I’m never buying another damn frog spawn kit again!” The twins, of course,
found this very funny and continued with their mischief. When either of them caught a frog or fish, he’d pick it up and
throw it back into the pond. Ginny felt sorry for the poor little things.
Ron was still
chasing a frog, but every time he got near one it
would hop or swim away. How Fred and George caught any
was beyond her; poor Ron couldn’t even catch one.
Charlie, and Percy forgot all about their sister and broke from their huddle.
“So, we’re all agreed? One of us is going in there to get those little
monsters. Who is it going to be though?” Percy asked. The two younger brothers
looked at each other quickly and pushed Bill into the water. He stood up,
sopping wet and covered with mud and algae. Percy and Charlie fell to the
at them and splashed them with the water. “It’s not funny! This is disgusting,
and I’m cold! Bloody hell! I think I’ve got a tadpole
in my pants!” Percy and Charlie laughed even harder.
are after you, now tadpoles! What am I going to tell all your friends at
anyone and I’ll kill you, Charlie!” spat Bill, holding up a fist up.
laughed heartily. “I think there are three tadpoles you should be after, Bill:
Fred, George, and Ron.”
responsible for Ron, that’s your job, you git. I’ve got Fred and George.”
us!” exclaimed Percy; Charlie nodded in agreement.
“So? Two less
brothers for me,” Bill added and slugded off. Bill soon
learned that Fred and George were awfully hard to capture, especially when they
were throwing mud at his face.There might have been
two of them, but he was still a teenager and smarter than them. He reached down
into the water and chucked globs of mud at them, splashed water and tackled
them to the ground. All the while, his brothers
laughed hysterically. They were quick; the best and only way to beat them would
be to use his brain. Bill held a big breath and fell into the water, face
hadn’t come up for breath in about two and a half minutes, Percy and Charlie
were scared. So was Ginny; tears started to form in the small girl’s eyes.
WAKE UP! BILL! PERCY! WE’VE GOT TO HELP HIM! BILL!”
George stopped and ran after their oldest brother. Charlie hopped in the water
after Bill. Fred and George tried to pull him up, and as they did, Bill grabbed
them around the middle and came up for air. They shrieked in surprise and
hugged Bill. Charlie slapped the water.
“DAMN IT! WHY
DID I FALL FOR THAT? BILL, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU,” exclaimed Charlie, hitting
the water again. The twins gasped.
“You said a
bad word, Charlie!”
“Shut up, you
little buggers, we’re getting out of this water.” Bill pulled them out of the
pond by their arms. They fought against him, spraying water in his face,
hitting him, kicking him, and pushing away, all the while having a grand time
saying the word “damn.” Bill grew steadily more annoyed and considered smacking
them upside the head. However, that meant he would have to let go and they
would get away again; it wasn’t worth it. When they got out of the water, they
all sat next to a tree, Bill still holding firmly onto his twin brothers. His
whole body was sopping wet. Pondweed sat on his shoulder, algae hung from his
ears, and mud covered his hair and bare skin.
Percy walked slowly to Ron, who was still busy trying to catch a frog. Ron dove after
something in the water, resurfacing with a large frog in his hands. He whooped
with joy until Percy and Charlie tackled him from behind. The frog jumped out
of Ron’s grip and back into the water. Ron’s eyes almost filled with tears, but
then he noticed Percy and Charlie. Ron thrashed and screamed. After lots of
splashing and curses, they finally got Ron out of the water. Percy and Charlie
had such a good grip on him that he couldn’t move around much. They were all covered from head to toe in moss, algae, mud… and soaked
to the bone.
on, we’re going inside to get cleaned up,” called Bill over Ron’s grunts and
Fred and George’s fighting.
her brothers looked silly. Ginny felt something wiggle in her fingers,and she grabbed it. In her
hands was a very small frog. She cupped it carefully and scurried after her
were all back in the kitchen, Molly came downstairs to find all of her sons wet
and covered with muck. Bill was grumbling beneath his breath, Ron was still
struggling, and the twins were going back and forth saying “Damn!” then
giggling. She narrowed her eyes at Bill, and he skulked off with the twins
muttering, “Damn pond.”
Charlie were carrying Ron by the arms and feet as if they were going to throw
him. They told Ron to stop fighting and knock it off as they headed upstairs.
Molly could hardly suppress a smile. Besides the twins’ new fetish for the word
“damn,” it was an entirely normal day in the Weasley house.
Ginny, pulling on Molly’s apron. “Look what I have!” She opened her small hand
to reveal the tiny green frog. Molly smiled.
“Do you see,
Mummy? I caught a frog! It’s a very small frog, isn’t it, Mummy? Can I keep him
in my room?”
Ginny. It’s a very small frog indeed. You may keep him in your room if you can
make a good home for him. You should name him, too.”
about it for a moment and smiled. She had the perfect name.
“I’ll call him
Note: The book said that the pond out on the Weasley land was green and full of
frogs. And I thought why not make something with frogs? So here it is! It’s
also a spoof on all those pond fanfics. Ponds are
nasty, how is that romantic?
Thank you to
my wonderful betas, Liberty over at Checkmated
and Gwynne here at the Sugar Quill. Both of you have helped me so much! :D