"Hermione!" Fred called, running up to the witch who was comfortably lounging in the Weasley's garden reading.

"Yes, Fred?" She looked up with an inquiring expression.

"I will never understand how you know if it's me or George... Anyway, you are wanted inside." Without waiting for her to close her book, he grabbed her by the wrist an pulled her to the back door.

"What-"

"Shh, just wait."

Hermione was unceremoniously dumped onto a fraying, brown couch. She warily looked at the faces around her; two identicals, one freckly redhead in her year, a boy with emerald eyes, a girl with long, flaming hair, and Percy (predictably scowling while briskly leaving the room, muttering bout being rudely interrupted).

"-so what do you say?"

"Huh?" She blinked, realizing she missed what Harry had been trying to say to her.

"Harry was just saying that we will be playing a game of quiditch," Ginny explained.

"But I don't-"

"Fly. Yes, we know," Chorused the twins.

Ron piped up, "Which, if you had actually paid attention to what Harry said, you would already know that we know you wouldn't fly-"

"So we need you to be the referee," Harry finished.

"I suppose," Hermione agreed.

"Great, let's go!"

"Wait, now?!"

"Why not?" Said Ron.

"I- uh, fine!"

The sun was hot and blistering against Hermione's face as she called the end of the game.

"With a score of 380 to 243, the Bashing Banshees (Harry's team) beat the Pixie Pumpkins (Ginny's team)."

Ron, who was on Harry's team, patted the twins on the back mockingly. Hermione watched as they pulled Ron into a brotherly wrestling match. Harry and Ginny shared a look at their antics and proceeded to bet on who they thought would win.

Ginny looked over and called, "Hey what about you, Hermione? Who will win?"

A quick glance at the grappling trio was all she needed. "George. He may be shorter than Ron and identical to Fred, but he has more muscle."

"Okay, it's ten sickles if you loose. I have my money on Fred, Harry says Ron." With a wink, she turned back to the boys to watch for the outcome.

A few flips and rolls later, George won. Hermione grinned and turned to Harry and Ginny with her hand held out. They both muttered and began pulling silver coins out of their pockets- but they never made it to her hand.

A large screech owl swooped over her head and dropped a thin letter into her outstretched hand. When everyone looked expectantly at her, she opened the letter. It read-

Dear Miss Granger,

There has been a policy made regarding muggles and the unusual number of them witnessing magic. This policy concerns ALL muggles, and as your parents are involved, we thought it best to inform you of what will take place.

This is an urgent matter. Meet me in my office in an hour. You may bring Harry and whichever Weasleys wish to come. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

'My parents...?' Hermione's stomach plummeted.