It's been ages since I've written anything. I came across this when I was cleaning out my computer and decided to finish it. Please read and review, you know how I love it. :]

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my character.

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Fire in a Cup (The best dessert of all)

Chapter 1: A rescue mission gone batty

There were five minutes left in the game. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were tied. Serena Abney watched the Quidditch field carefully with her navy eyes. One of the Ravenclaw chasers zoomed forward, tossing the quaffle towards one of the hoops, but Serena was too fast. She hit the quaffle away, a broad smile on her face. At that moment, her teammate and best friend, Harry Potter, caught the golden snitch. A loud buzzer was hit and the game was over. Harry grinned at her, waving the snitch gleefully. "YES!" Serena pumped her glove-covered fists in the air.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor!" the crowd chanted.

"Serena!" a particular female voice called. "Serena, come on, it's time to wake up!"

"Serena," the voice said again. Serena Abney felt a hand shaking her shoulder.

"Ugh, five more minutes," she grumbled. Lifting the pillow under her head, she pulled it over her face and groaned. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes and pulled a wand out of her jean pocket.

"Lumos!" she recited. A light lit up the end of the wooden stick. Hermione lifted Serena's pillow and shone the wand in the girl's dark blue eyes.

"UGHHHH!" Serena growled, shooting up. "I'm up, I'm up!"

"Well, c'mon!" Hermione laughed. "You were going with Mr. Weasley to pick up Harry, right?"

"Unfortunately," Serena sighed. Hermione grinned at her adopted sister and tugged her out of bed.

Serena had lived with Hermione since she was eleven years old. They'd become best friends and when Serena's parents had passed away, Hermione became the only family she had. This summer was the first they'd ever spent away from home, as this year they were staying at Ronald Weasley's Burrow. His family had invited them to the World Cup for Quidditch and neither could find it in their hearts to refuse.

"Well get dressed already," Hermione said. Serena flopped back down on her stomach, receiving a smack on the arm from Hermione. "Now!"

"What did I do to deserve this?" Serena muttered sadly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

Harry Potter scrambled to his feet and hurried into the living room to find his relatives flattened against the wall. "What happened?" Harry exclaimed, pushing his dark hair away from his green eyes.

"What is it?" His Aunt Petunia was wailing. "What is it, Vernon?"

Harry looked over to find that his aunt was staring, terrified, at the fireplace in front of her. A horrified smile crossed his face as he realized what was happening.

"Ouch! Fred, no- go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake- tell George not to- OUCH! Fred, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron-" a familiar voice shouted from behind the fireplace.

"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad- maybe he'll be able to let us out-"

"FRED WEASLEY, REMOVE YOUR HAND FROM MY ARSE OR ELSE!" Harry recognized that voice as Serena's.

"It's not my fault, there's no room at all!" Fred's muffled tone said sheepishly.

"Yeah, right," Serena scoffed.

There was a loud pounding sound against the boards that had sealed the electric fireplace.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear us?"

"What is this?" Harry's Uncle Vernon snarled. "What's going on?"

"They've tried to get here by Floo powder," Harry said, fighting back a laugh. "They can travel by fire- only you're blocked the fireplace- hang on." He hurried towards the fireplace and crouched down, speaking to the boards. "Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

The knocking sound stopped. Somebody inside the fireplace hissed, "Shhh!"

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry… the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."

"Damn!" Mr. Weasley grumbled. "What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"

"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley sounded excited. "Electric, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that… Let's think… ouch, Ron!"

Harry's face lit up as he recognized Ronald Weasley's voice join the rest of them. "What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"

"Oh no, Ron," Fred growled sarcastically. "NO, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."

"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," George said in a muffled tone, as though he were pressed against the wall.

"We all know Fred is," Serena grumbled. "Will you move your hand already?"

"I'm trying!" Fred replied. Harry could almost hear his grin.

"Boys, Serena," Mr. Weasley groaned. "I'm trying to think what to do… Ah yes, it's the only way. Stand back, Harry."

Harry complied, hurrying back to the sofa. "Wait a moment!" Vernon bellowed. "What exactly are you going to-"

BANG.

Harry couldn't see exactly what happened after that. There was a large burst of smoke and thumping noises, as though something was hitting the rug in front of the fireplace. When the dust cleared out he caught sight of four familiar redheads, all covered in freckles and coughing loudly. A fifth figure came into view, brushing the grey dust off of her skirt as she did.

"I just bought this," she pouted. Harry grinned at the beautiful blonde in front of him. "Harry!" she squealed suddenly, running forward. Mr. Weasley stammered as he tried to explain what had happened to the Dursleys, who looked as though they hadn't processed as ingle word.

"It's good to see you, Serena," Harry sighed as he returned his best friend's embrace.

"Hello, Harry!" Mr. Weasley called out, turning away from the Dursleys. "Got your trunk ready?"

"It's upstairs," Harry answered with a grin.

"We'll get it," Fred replied at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room. Harry knew they were hoping to see Dudley; Harry had told them loads about him

At that moment Dudley came running into the room, holding his buttocks firmly. Harry held back a laugh, remembering the first time Dudley had met another wizard. It had been Hagrid, who had grown so irritated with the boy that he'd given him a pig's tail. "Ah, this is your cousin, is it, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yep," Harry replied. "That's Dudley." He, Ron, and Serena exchanged glances before looking down at the floor. None of them could hide the smile that was making its way onto their faces.

"Having a good holiday, Dudley?" Mr. Weasley asked kindly, obviously startled by Dudley's strange behavior. Dudley let out a whimper and his hands tightened over his massive backside.

Fred and George reappeared, each holding an end of Harry's trunk. When they spotted Dudley, each of their faces broke into identical, evil grins.

"All right," Mr. Weasley clapped his hands. "Better get cracking, then. Incendio!" Flames crackled in the electric fireplace as though they'd been there for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever. "Off you go then, Fred,"

"Coming," Fred replied. "Oh no- hang on-"

A bag of candies fell out of Fred's pockets and scattered onto the floor. He hurried forward and picked them up, lifting his head to wink at Harry. With a shout of, "The Burrow!" Fred stepped into the fire and vanished.

"Right then, George," Mr. Weasley turned to the other twin. "You and the trunk."

Harry helped George carry the trunk into the emerald-tinted fire. "The Burrow!" George called. And just as Fred had, he vanished.

"Ron, you next," Mr. Weasley directed. "Serena, go with him."

"Aye, captain." Serena saluted him. Winking at Harry, she tugged Ron's arm.

"See you around!" Ron smiled brightly at the Dursleys before stepping into the fire with Serena. At once, the two shouted, "The Burrow!" and disappeared.

"I saw what you did," Serena snapped at Fred when she and Ron entered the Weasleys' tiny home, referring to the Ton-Tongue Toffee the twins had left on the floor. "What if that fat little pig eats it?"

"Shhh!" Fred clamped a hand over her mouth. "That's the point. Serena rolled her eyes.

About ten minutes later, Harry stepped out of the green fire. "Did he eat it?" Fred asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Yeah," Harry laughed. "What was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," Fred answered. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer…" Everyone in the kitchen erupted in laughter. Serena, on the other hand, scowled.

"You guys," she exclaimed. "This is serious. What if he's hurt?" Fred let out a sigh and draped an arm around the girl's tan shoulders.

"You think it's funny too. Admit it." he grinned. She rolled her eyes and tried to shrug his arm off, but he didn't budge. Harry and Ron shared a knowing smile. She stomped her foot before storming off with a huff of, "Males!"