With his Firebolt over his shoulder, Harry Potter walked over to the large house next door. Remus and Sirius had gone over earlier. As he entered the kitchen Harry felt the glares of five ginger haired men on him. Harry greeted them. They still glowered at him. He heard the WWN in the background. It was not a cheerful song. Harry was never a big fan of Divination, but that seemed like a bad omen.

“What’d I do?” he asked Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ron.

Remus and Sirius rushed forward and started picking Harry up. Ginny coughed. “Um…you do know that you are…wizards…You don’t need to carry him…”

Sirius smacked his forehead. “Duh!” He flicked his wand and Harry started to fly towards the house, the rest of the troupe following behind him. Charlie and Bill were pulling Ron along despite Ron’s cries of, “No! Leave me be! I was meant to be with that daisy! Let me go!”