Disclaimer: If you read the first one, you get the gist. If you didn't, I don't own HP. Just the characters and some of the plot.

"'I wish. Hope you have fun. Sincerely, Aly.'"

Aly looked at her finished letter with satisfaction. Aly whistled. Suddenly an owl flew into the room that Aly was in.

"I got something for you, Minako," Aly said tenderly, stroking Minako's head. She tied the letter to Minako's leg. Minako flew out of the open window. "She'd better not get lost." Aly sat back down on the bed in the guest room and sighed. She had been confined to this bed for the past 2 days. Aly is staying at the Boyle's house for the summer, rather than risking staying with her horrible aunt. As of now, Aly's Aunt Amelia believes she has been recruited in a child's army.

Unfortunately, Aly has been confined to this bed because Mrs. Boyle forced too much food down Aly's throat. At a wonderful dinner, Mrs. Boyle noticed that Aly was eating a lot. She insisted that Aly eat seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths! Aly had a horrible time blowing chunks. During an investigation, however, Mrs. Boyle discovered that their two twin boys, Sam and Kay, had used some sort of unstoppable eating potion in Aly's pumpkin juice. Let me just say that Sam and Kay will have a very hard time sitting down. They had considered it a harmless prank, but something went wrong with the potion that just made Aly eat and eat. So, Aly sat down in a bed 24/7. Aly brushed aside her long, brown hair and rubbed her green eyes. Suddenly, her stomach churned.

All that food, Aly thought as she reached for the wastebasket.

"Aly? Aly, it sounds like you're upchucking, are you alright?" a voice called from behind the door. Aly finished and groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. She got up and ran to brush her teeth and wipe her mouth.

"You sure?" the voice called as the door opened. Aly finished brushing and walked out of the bathroom just in time to see Char walk into the guest room. Char is one of Aly's best friends. He is 12, has short brown hair, and brown eyes. Char grimaced when he saw the trashcan.

"Sounds like you're having a ball in there," he joked. Aly glared at him. "Just kidding," he said backing off. Aly sighed.

"I cannot believe your idiot brothers!" she yelled. Char looked taken aback. She turned red. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"I cannot believe my idiot brothers!" Char screamed back. He grinned.

"Ha ha. Very funny. But seriously, what had to make them play that prank on me? I'm on an upchucking rampage!" Aly said sitting on the bed angrily.

"I don't know. Maybe they like you, Aly," Char said with a shrug.

"Yeah, like me enough to have me stuff my face. Uh huh, sure." Char walked out of the room and brought in some soup and tea.

"Here. My mum made this for you. She feels really bad," Char said setting it on the nightstand.

"It's not her fault. It really isn't. It's really those dorks who deserve the blame. Mrs. Boyle just likes it when people like her food," Aly said, blowing on the soup to cool it down.

"Yeah. A bit too encouraging," Char agreed. She took a sip of the soup. She smiled at Char and continued to eat.

"That was a great game!"

"I know, I beat all of you!"

"Get a life, Damien. Or better yet, get taller!"

Aly was still eating as footsteps proceeded up the stairs. The door opened.

"Alyson Joy Trevelyan! Good afternoon!" a boy announced.

"Hi, Hayden. Enjoy quidditch, did you?" Aly asked looking up. Hayden had dirty blond hair and soft blue eyes.

"Yeah. But it was no fun without competition."

"Hey! I'm plenty competition!" the other boy piped up.

"Yeah, Damien. Against a five year old!" Char replied. Damien was the exact replica of Char, except Damien's eyes were a stormy gray.

"Not funny. So, how're you feeling, Aly?" Damien asked, setting his broom down.

"She had a puking party with the trash can," Char answered with a grin.

"What is with you three? You're making jokes about me throwing up!" Aly exclaimed, sipping her tea.

"It's funny. So?" Hayden shrugged. Aly sighed.

"I'm feeling a bit better. This tea really helped. What is it?" Aly asked with a smile.

"Actually, mum spoke with dad, who spoke with Mr. Weasely, who spoke with Mrs. Weasely, who managed to whip up a remedy for the prank," Damien answered, looking smug.

"Oh. You lost me at the word 'spoke.'"

"Mrs. Weasely sent a remedy to our mum and she put it in your tea. You should be feeling better in no time," Char explained.

"Oh! Cool," Aly said, as she gulped down the tea. She felt a warm sensation in her stomach and it felt like a raging sea became calm again. "I feel good as new."

"You're not saying that just so you can get outside and whip my butt, are you?" Hayden asked, motioning to the tea.

"Yes, and no."