This is the one that says Talia.Thanks for 291 reads. Oh and for 3,000 reads on the first one

............Talia's POV.............

"What a night," he mumbles,groping for the teapot as we all sit around him. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned. . ."

"You should never hex anyone when their back is turned." I say.

"Find anything,Dad?" Says Fred eagerly.

"All I got were a few shrinking keys and a biting kettle," yawns Arther. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't my department,though. Mortlake was take away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets,but that's the committee on Experimental Charms,thank goodness. . ."

"Why would anyone bother making keys shrink?" Says George.

"Just Muggle-baiting," sighs Author. "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 in the face. . . . But the things out lot takes to enchanting, you wouldn't believe —"

"LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?"

Molly has appeared holding a long poker like a sword.

Arthur's eyes jerk open. He stares guiltily at Molly.

"C-cars,Molly,dear?"

"Yes,Arthur,cars," says Molly, her eyes flashing. "Imagine a wizard buying an old rusty car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked,while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."

Arthur blinks.

"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 tell his wife the truth . . . There's a loophole in the law,you'll find. . . . As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car,the fact that he could fly wouldn't —"
"Arthur Weasley,you made sure there was a loophole when you made that law!" Shouted Mrs.Weasley. "Just so you could keep tinkering with all that muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information,Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!"

"Harry?" Asks Arthur blankly. "Harry who?"

He looks around sees Harry and jumps.

"Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron and Talia's told us so much about —"

"Your sons tied Talia up and flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!" Shouts Molly. "What have you go to say about that,eh?" "Did you really?" Says Arthur eagerly. "Did it go all right?" I — I mean," he falters as sparks fly from Molly's eyes, "that — that was very wrong,boys — very wrong indeed. . . ."

"Let's leave them to it," Ron mutters to Harry as Molly swells like a bullfrog. "Come on,I'll show you my bedroom." "I'm going with ya'll." I say.

We slip out of the kitchen and on the third landing AKA where my room I share with Ginny is the door stands open slightly ajar. Ginny closes the door with a snap.

"Ginny." Says Ron. "You don't know how weird it is for her to be this shy. She never shuts up normally —" "I'll talk to her." I say.

I walk into Ginny's room. "Look,I know you're really nervous to meet Harry,but all in all he's just like any average person. Plus he's mine." I say. I some what meant it when I said he's mine,but I was just funny. "Woah,woah,woah! He's mine!" She says loudly and obviously meaning it. "You've only said 2 words to him before. I've said thousands. I've known him longer then you! Oh yeah and he's mine because I say so!" I say loudly. "Get out of my room!" Ginny says. "Fine!" I say and slam the door then go to my room.

The door has a place that says Talia's room. My room looks like this

(I tried to make it look similar to a room in the burrow.I didn't do amazing)

After like 30 seconds I look in my book

Ok,so what's a spell that'll be a little annoying to Ginny. Oh,I know a bad hair day spell.

I imagine Ginny's hair very bushy and difficult for today and all of a sudden I hear a scream.

I bolt out of my room to see Ginny coming out of her room her hair bushier then Hermione's on a bad hair day. Oh and there was F/C sparkles floating around it making it even bushier.

"What's happening?" She asks. " How am I supposed to know." I say.

I've finally updated. I would make it longer,but this is the part the chapter would end at.