Author's Note: So, I was looking at the first two chapters and I decided I kind of hate them. Therefore I am redoing them. Here we are.

By the way, this chapter is still crap. I don't even like it and I wrote it. I suggest everyone skip on to chapter 3. It gets somewhat better there. Or just read chapter 20… fantastic.

Annie

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Cha…

Chapter 1: The Weasley's discover Wal-Mart. Woooo.

Suddenly, Fred appeared out of nowhere (Home Improvement shirt…) right into the Weasley kitchen. Man, they sure have an awesome kitchen, don't ya think?

"Hey, familia!" yelled Fred. He isn't Spanish. Why is he pretending he is Spanish?

"Yes, Freddy?" asked Ginny.

Fred stared at her 'Freddy?' he thought to himself. "Kay, I was sitting eating an ice cream cone…" he started.

"Ooh, what kind of ice cream?" interrupted Ron.

Fred stared at him. "Shut up. So, I was eating ice cream and I was kind of bored because they cancelled Judging Amy, so I decided to do something super fun. Except that fun thing turned out to, like, destroy all of Diagon Alley or something. Oh, snap. My bad."

George looked kinda stoned. "Sweeeet. I mean, shit. That totally sucks."

"Eh, not really. That place was overrated anyways," said Mr. Weasley. "And I speak the Truth with a capital T."

"Wait, I have an idea." said Ginny because well, she had an idea. "Why don't we go party at the land of Wal-Mart?"

Fred/George, Ron, and Weasley Senior were all like, "Um… okay?" and they hopped in their wheels to go to Wal-Mart.

"Damn it! My Third Eye Blind CD is scratched! This cost me ten bucks off Amazon," complained Mr. Weasley.

After a very long drive to ole' B-Ville, the crew finally arrived in the magical land know as Wal-Mart.

"Wow what is this place?" asked Ginny.

Wait, wasn't Ginny the one that suggested they go to Wal-Mart? Man, this story has so much continuity… sarcasm… verbal irony… I was usin it.

"I don't know, some muggle store," responded Ron.

Arthur went a little crazy at this point and ran off screaming, "Muggles!" He is such a freak.

"Did Dad find our stash of grass again?" Ginny wondered.

"Man, you are so cool with all calling it grass and stuff. Like we're in the 60s. I miss the 60s," said George.

"I love the 70s," added Fred.

Insert random muggle laughing.

"Did you just spit on me?" asked Joe.

"Joe, who the hell are you?" said Ron.

Fred shrugged. George shrugged. Ginny shrugged. Ron shrugged. It was like a shrugging party.

They all walked into Wal-Mart and were greeted by a very angry and grumpy looking old man.

"Welcome to Wal-Mart, children," said the greeter in a very bored voice. He must hate this fic too, along with many of the readers on this dandy website. I know, I really am annoying and can't write at all, correct? Gaaah, I hate Americans.

"Holy crap!" Ron was apparently very amazed "A Wal-Mart greeter! Awesome, let's take a picture."

This statement caused the greeter to actually start paying attention to what was going on. "NO PICTURES IN WAL-MART!" he screamed.

Ginny scoffed, "Whatever, old man." Well put, Ginny, well put.

Fred pulled out his cell phone and took that bastard's picture. All the Weasleys ran screaming into the girl's dressing room. The Wal-Mart greeter cried. Aw, now I feel bad for him. When they ran into the dressing room they saw Harry and Hermione making out like it was New Year's Eve and they were a couple of drunk drinkers. Harry starting to take of his shirt, Hermione unbuttons her blouse. Harry has some nice abs.

"Noooooooooo!" screamed Ron.

Harry looked up, "Hey, when did you guys get here?"

Harry and Hermione went back to neckin. Ron ran to Becker's practice to get some medical help. Gotta love Ted Danson.

"So, who is excited about the Gilmore Girls season premiere?" said Ginny.

Annie/Note: Short. Crappy. But I still love it. REVIEW! I frickin hate it when people read stories and then don't review. If you hate it, tell me. If you love it, tell me. If you are just reading this because FFN killed Slinky and you are really bored, tell me. If you enjoy all of our subtle running bits, tell me. If you hope I fall down a staircase, tell me. Kay? Kay. Now… I need chapstick, my lip hurts. Hah… this is so the end author's note to like the tenth chapter. But I decided it fit well here. I'm totally back from Connie's. Gah, it was fun.

Did HBP remind any one else of a fanfic? It just really seemed like one…

REVIEW!

HELLO! I have now redone this chapter like… three times. Is it getting better? I hope so.