Promises

"What did you do to him?" Ron demanded of the boy he was berating. Ron could see that he was very scared; he could see the fear in his eyes and the quiver in his lip.

"What did I do to who?" Michael replied, not quite sure of what Ron was talking about.

"To Harry! What did you do to Harry at his wedding?" Ron continued to interrogate him.

"I didn't do anything! I swear!" Michael yelled. This attracted the attention of many of the people in the waiting room of the hospital, including Ginny Weasley.

"Ron! Stop!" a voice shouted from behind Ron. Ron did not know that his little sister was running towards him from the doors, tears streaming down her face. "Stop Ron! Leave him alone!" Ron turned around from Michael, and faced his sister.

"What's to stop me from doing something to him?" Ron inquired.

"Ron, please don't do anything! You don't even know is he did anything to Harry! He said he didn't do it, so why shouldn't we believe him?!" Ginny screamed, her face turning a dark shade of violet.

"Just look at him!" Ron told her, turning around to face the kid he had been yelling at. But Michael Corner was not there. Ron could see him off in the distance, running away from the parking lot. "Oh well," Ron muttered, wandering off into the streets. Ginny was left there in a circle of people who were staring at the conversation.

"What are you looking at?" Ginny yelled out, turning towards the door of the hospital. As she walked through the doors, she felt the eyes of all of the witches, wizards, and muggles alike, all stare at her as she went inside.

Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Hermione came rushing to her side as she walked in. "It'll be okay, Ginny. Fred and George apparated away when they saw the two go off. Fred went off for Michael, and George went off to find Ron to try to calm him down," Lupin told her. Ginny sat down in one of the seats and put her face in her hands. Hermione sat down beside her and tried to comfort her.

"Ginny, calm down. Ron was just trying to stick up for his best friend. Guys do that sometimes; they get a little defensive," Hermione said, trying to make her feel better.

"A little defensive? You call that a little? Ron almost killed Michael!" Ginny said, looking up from her hands and shaking her flaming red hair out of her eyes. She heard a pop in front of her, and George arrived with Ron, both looking rather angry.

"Sorry, Ginny," Ron apologized, scratching his head. He turned to look at George who was in deep thought about something. "What is it, George?"

"I was just thinking about how much of a git Michael is," George said, lowering his head. "Ginny, it was him. We found this in the parking lot." George handed Ginny a small piece of paper. Ginny read it aloud to the group.

Michael~

Make sure Harry doesn't recover! If you want Ginny back, you have to put Harry out of the picture FOR GOOD!

"Who wrote this?" Ginny asked. Her voice was a little shaky, and she was very scared. This meant that there were two people that wanted to kill her husband.

"We're not sure yet, Ginny. But all that matters is that we know who hurt Harry. Now we just have to find a good way to get even," George said, smirking at the thought of sweet revenge.

"We're placing an irreversible locking charm on his house, slipping the mixture for Ton-Tongue Toffees into his coffee, placing dungbombs in his bed, setting off fireworks in his kitchen --" Ron began to say.

"No, that's not it. We need to do something worse than that. We need to do something that'll really make it feel as if we've gotten even. Something that says 'You deserved every last minute of that.' Something he'll never forget in his whole life," Ginny told him.

"C'mon Ginny. We don't want to do anything too bad. That'll make us look like the bad ones! We just need to do something that'll make him see we're not afraid of him," George replied. "We want him to look like the bad one, not us."

"Hmmm...Well, I guess you're right," Ginny finally agreed. "Well, do we know where he lives?" Both George's face and Ron's face lit up in excitement. George had always wanted to pull a prank like this on someone, and this was his chance. This would be the biggest prank he would pull off on someone, and it would surely help him and his twin go down in history as the most famous Pranksters in the history of magic.

"O' course we do!" George told her. "First, let's wait for Fred to get back. I bet he some ideas we could use." George let out a small evil laugh. Everybody could tell he really wanted to do this, and there was no way to stop him.

"Hey guys!" they heard a familiar voice say. They turned around to see Fred walking towards them.

"Speaking of the devil," George laughed.

"What?" Fred inquired in a confused tone.

"Well, we were just talking about you. We were awaiting your arrival. Care to join us in a pranking session on Michael?" George asked him though he was fully aware of what his brother's answer would be. Fred just grinned at the sound of the plan.

"Michael still claims it wasn't him, and that he has no idea whatsoever of what happened at Harry's wedding. That was all he said before he apparated. I didn't get a good chance to talk to him," Fred informed the group.

"Yeah, well, look at this," George said, handing his brother the note. Fred read it to himself, and gasped when he was done. He was just as shocked and angry as the others.

"Oh, man. He's gonna really get it. He's going to be sorry he ever messed with us," Fred said, stifling an evil laugh. "We are going to prank him so bad tonight it won't be even funny. We'll have to throw dungbombs in his bed and stuff. Stuff he'll never forget."

That night they stood huddled around in a circle on a sidewalk across the street from Michael Corner's home where he was sleeping.

"All right guys, Fred's going to unlock the door, then we're all gonna sneak inside. Ron, you know what you're doing. Ginny, you know what you're doing. And I know what I'm doing," George said, grinning broadly. He had always dreamt about doing something like he was getting ready to. They watched as Fred walked silently over towards the door.

"Alohomora!" they heard Fred whisper, the signal for them to start wandering into the house. Ron headed up the stairs to Michael's bedroom as Ginny tip-toed down the hallway to his bathroom.

"Let's see...What was the charm again? Regurta Lorada? No... Regurtatie Lomoda? No, that's not it... Oh yeah! Regurta Teliot!" Ginny spoke, smacking her forehead. The toilet let out a loud gurgling sound, awaking Michael upstairs. Moments later, Ginny, Ron, George, and Fred ran from the house.

"Amorohola!" Fred yelled at the closed front door. The door locked itself, and they heard Michael screaming something about a really bad odor.

"What did you do, Ron?" George asked.

"Well, I did what we planned. I threw a dungbomb in his bed," Ron answered, doubling over in laughter. As they grabbed their broomsticks that had been stashed in a bush, they kicked off into the air, still laughing. They flew back to Godric's Hollow where Ginny lived, and spoke of how beautifully their plan went.

"If only I could see his face the next time he flushes the toilet. It's going to overflow and he won't be able to stop it. Plus, he won't be able to get out of the house because Fred put a locking charm on it!" Ginny said, bending over in her seat.

"Is that what you were doing? I was wondering why there was a loud gargling sound coming from the bathroom!" Ron laughed. "Man, that would be awesome if we had a way of watching him."

"Ah, but we do," Fred said, winking at his twin. They pulled out what looked to be a pair of glass eyeballs. "They're called Extendable Eyes. Sort of like Extendable Ears, but you see instead of hear. Here, look through them." Fred handed Ginny the pair of eyeballs. She looked through them and was amazed at the sight.

"Wow! I can see his house! Man, this is gonna be great!" exclaimed Ginny, a smile forming on a face that hadn't been happy since Harry said 'I do' at her wedding.

They took turns looking through the pair of eyes. Michael had been trying to run through the locked door but only ended up falling backwards and developing a lump on his head. He tried an enormous amount of counter curses to unlock the door, but found that none of them worked. Ginny was watching him when he went to flush the toilet.

"Guys! Look! He's about to flush it!" Ginny yelled, getting the attention of the others. She was rolling on the floor laughing as hard as she possibly could. Everybody gathered around her and peered through the glass lens. They saw him push the lever downwards and knew what was about to happen. Ginny closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see it. "This is so gross!" she screamed out. She threw the glass eyeball towards the ground and heard the sound of glass shattering. "Whoops."

"Aw man! That was gross!" exclaimed Fred, shaking his head in disgust. George did the same. "Man, I can't believe you did that, Ginny!"

"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that bad!" she said, closing her eyes and lying back down on the floor. They sat there the rest of the night chatting about various things; they spoke about Harry, about Michael, about the note, and, of course, about Ron's idea of proposing to Hermione.

"Yeah. I'm thinking about asking her this Saturday coming up," Ron told his family.

"Really?" Ginny asked, sitting straight up from her spot on the floor.

"Yep. I'm taking her out to dinner at that one restaurant we always go to," Ron said.

"What restaurant?" Fred inquired.

"Ummm...I'm not really sure what it's called. But Hermione loves it," Ron answered. Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother. Sometimes she really didn't know why any girl would go out with him. He didn't even know the name of the restaurant.

"Listen, I'm gonna go to bed now, so it's time for you all to go back to Grimmauld Place. Unless you really want to stay here," Ginny informed them, standing straight up and heading over to the staircase.

"Well, I'm just going to stay here on the sofa. I'm too tired to go back home," George yawned. The other boys agreed, and got comfortable enough to sleep. Fred sat in a chair with a blanket, but Ron remained still on the ground. Ginny walked up the stairs to her room and laid right down in her bed after changing. She was very tired, and she fell asleep after just a few moments of lying there, dreaming about Harry.