The Letter

It was a hot summer day at the Burrow, and Harry and Ron were extremely bored. They sat quietly upon a loft of pillows in Ron's bedroom. Sweat trickled down Harry's forehead and he wiped it away with a corner of a Chudley Cannons blanket.

"Ron....please... can't we just try it once? I mean, it's not like any harm with come to anyone you love...right?"

Ron sneered. "Harry, I can't believe you. Why would you want to do something so spontaneous?" He closed his eyes and stared sulkily towards the ground.

Harry just sat. "I know!" he cried suddenly. "Let's invite Moldie Voldie over for a slumber party!" He squealed and his voice cracked."Pubic slip...." He blushed.

Ron scrambled over to Errol and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. "Okay, what do we want to put in our invitation?"

Harry pondered. "I can think better when I'm not DYING because of SWEAT and OTHER things....." His eyes bulged out of his head as he screamed.

Ron belched and Harry smelt variety of smells, mostly Chicken and Cheetos.

"Ah, okay, now Harry...what can we put in this bloody letter? Wait! How about this...*cough* Dear Voldie Dearest...Now I'm lost..."

"You have been cordially invited to a slumber party at Ron Weasle'ys household," Harry finished. "That's all you need..." Ron was happily jotting all this down.

~Later that Day~

"Oh~There...isn't anyone else but youuuuuuuuu in my life!" Fred sang out in the shower. George was outside the W.C. , listening intently.

"Hee hee...blackmail is SWEET!" He grinned and kept sitting by the door, his bum right next to it. Suddenly, as if planned (which it was) the door swung open and Fred burst out in a towel. George's bum was hit hard by the door and he started squealing in pain.

"You stupid prat! Me bum is VITAL to my anatomy!"

"'Ey, dummy....at least it's not another part of your body!" Fred gave him a thumbs up.

"True..." George sighed. He kept whimpering in pain until Ron and Harry ran by, each wearing an oddly coloured hat and orange bathrobes. Then, as if THAT wasn't enough, Fred ran by, still in his towel, and flung the towel off, hitting George in the head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed and ran downstairs and out into the gnome-infested garden.

~Back in Ron'.s room~

"Harry! Look! We have gotten a reply from Voldemort. Here, I'll read." He opened the small piece of parchment. "Dear Young Boys..that's not right...anyways, I am delighted you have considered me 'cool' enough to be a part of your 'slumber party' but I have prior engagements. If I have time I may attend later. Love, Voldemort." Ron's gaze went back to Harry's.

Harry looked dumbfounded.

"That is WRONG. I mean, I never wanted him to REPLY! I feel dirty..." He cringed and dove into the loft of pillows again.

Ron droppped the letter in his lap and fell over. Neither of them noticed when Fred came streaking in the room, or when George came dancing into the room to the song 'Dirrty' by Christina Aguilera. All they knew was that they never wanted to send an owl to Voldemort again in fear...fear that he may actually reply...reply with the Suave words of a pervert.