*Author's Note* This is my first series, and my first(published) HP fanfic. I hope to get tons of chapters done this summer. I'm had the hardest time with a title, because I really don't know where this story is going. Let's just point out that 1) I'm a hopeless romantic 2) I LOVE Fred and George and 3) I'm a Hermione fan. That might explain why those topics get so much attention!! Please review!! Flames, no flames whatever! Just tell me how you like it and give me some suggestions! And away we go....

*Disclaimer* Hold on, let me keep you in suspense a little longer! Here's the famous disclaimer!! Yeahhh! I don't own any of the Harry Potter or Hogwarts characters. The plot belongs to me. Don't sue me!! What could you possibly get out of me? A few CD's?? Don't sue me! OK, now I'll really start the story, honest!

CHAPTER ONE: THE BIRTHDAY

Harry's first month of vacation was a nightmare. The Dursleys were still sticking to Dudley's diet, so Harry went hungry most days. His friends were sure to send food. The Muggle news reported mysterious deaths that Harry assumed were caused by Voldermort. He knew the Dark Lord was gaining power, because Sirius, Ron, and Hermione were sending him news. Whenever Hermione finished Monday's Daily Prophet, she'd send it to Harry. True he'd usually get it on Tuesday or Wednesday, but it was still good. But Harry craved more than just news of the magical world; he wanted to be IN the magical world.
Near the end of July, Harry received a large package from Hogwarts. Hagrid had sent Harry his birthday present(a package of fudge from Honeydukes and a birthday card) along with Harry's school list. As Harry pulled out his school list, another piece of parchment fell out. Harry looked at the list and found nothing out of the ordinary, except for dress robes, again. Harry wondered what they would need them for. Last year, they had them for the Triwizard Tournament's Yule Ball. Surely there wasn't going to be another Triwizard Tournament after what happened last time. Harry shook his head and told him that it couldn't be the Triwizard Tournament.
"I've gotta check to see if I need new robes," thought Harry.
Harry picked up the other piece of paper and read:

Dear Harry,
How has your summer been? Mine has been lovely thus far: I vacationed briefly in Majorca with my brother Abelford. You might be wondering how I can vacation during a panicky time like this. Well, we all need a time out. We must continue to live our lives normally. If Voldermort knows that he has disturbed our lives, it will only boost his confidence and reassure him of what he is doing. It seems Fudge has finally come to his senses and believes that Voldermort has returned to power. Now that he is taking action, we still have hope.
Anywho, I send good news! The Weasleys will be picking you up on the 30th of July. You will stay with them for the rest of the holiday. I have taken certain security precautions and I assure you that you will be safe.
Harry, I have much to talk to you about, but I cannot say it all in a letter. I need to talk to you in person as soon as possible. I would like to meet after the feast, but you and I will both be tired afterwards, so we'll meet at 7 o'clock in the evening on September 2nd. Please come right up to my office. The password is Every Flavor Beans(yes, yes, I know I hate them, but I figure no one can enter my office simply by guessing the password.)
Enjoy the rest of the holiday!
Professor Dumbeldore

Harry reread the letter, his heart leaping. A month with the Weasleys! Harry sent an owl to Sirius explaining where he would be. Harry packed all his things and doubled checked that he had his homework was done.
The Weasleys appeared right on time. Mr. Weasley had used a Portkey(a paper cup) since last year's attempt to use Floo Powder proved disastrous. Since it would be too hard for everyone else come pick up Harry using a Portkey, only Mr. Weasley came. Harry grabbed his trunk and touched the paper cup, all too eager to leave. He felt the jerk behind his naval that told him he had arrived in the glorious refuge of the Burrow.
All the other Weasleys came and greeted Harry, who had arrived in the garden.
"Hey Harry, how ya doin?" George said, giving Harry a slap on the back.
"Hey George. Oh hey there Fred. Hi Ginny. Hey Ron!" Harry said, suddenly spotting his best friend. They greeted each other with high fives.
"Harry dear!" greeted Mrs. Weasley, coming over to see him. "I'm so happy Professor Dumbeldore let you come. We've been looking forward to this all summer. Once again, you'll be staying in Ron's room. Oh yes, we're going to Diagon Alley next week and we'll meet Hermione there."
"Oh OK, Mrs. Weasley," replied Harry, a little confused from getting so much information in so little time.
The rest of the day went on without event. The guys had spent the day outside, talking about how their summers were going and "guy stuff": girls, Quidditch, and a loathing for certain professors(you know who they're talkin' about...). The Weasleys each took turns on Harry's Firebolt: even though it wasn't the newest broom, it was still pretty top of the line, and it was definetly the best broom they had. Fred came up with the idea of timing everyone to see who could go the fastest from the oak tree to the maple tree(about 100ft). To everyone's surprise, Ron won by a large margin.
"Ron!" George exclaimed, looking at his brother with awe and reverance, "Wow! You can fly!"
"Well, of course I can, I learned it in 1st year," Ron said, fully knowing that George meant fly fast. Ron just wanted to drag out the praise even longer. Harry took the bait.
"No, seriously Ron, that was great flying! No one's that fast!"
"Yeah, and if they were, they'd at least show off their skill by playing on their Quidditch team." Fred said sulkingly.
"Whaty'd mean?" said Ron indignantly, "There was never an opening for me to play Quidditch. Besides, Lee Jordan would have a tough time commentating with three Weasleys on the field."
"Hey! There's an opening on the team this year!" Harry said, going over the team roster in his head.
"Yeah, since Oliver Wood left, the Keeper position is open! You'd be perfect for it Ron!" George pointed out with much entuisiasm.
"Yeah, I reckon I could try out for it." said Ron calmly, trying to keep a "poker face", but still looking excited at the thought of being on the team.
Harry went to bed that night peaceful, not thinking of the fact that he'd be 15 tomorrow.
Apparently the Weasleys hadn't forgotten it was Harry's birthday. Harry was woken the next day by Fred, George, and Ron singing "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs. Harry groaned and laughed, throwing his pillows at them. The pillows hit Ron and George, who had to stop singing to try to recover, but they didn't stop Fred, who continued:
"HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY DEARRRRRRRRR HARRRRRRY! HAPPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY TO YOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!"
Fred ended in a very high note and dragged it out so long that he had a sore throat when he was done.
"Oi, Harry, c'mon down. Mum's made a special 'birthday breakfast.'" Fred croaked out, massaging his throat as George rolled his eyes.
"Alright, gimme a minute" said Harry, searching for his other sock.
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Once Harry had his socks on, the three Weasleys and he thundered down the stairs. Once they reached the foot of the stairs, Harry was bombarded by confettit and anothre rendition of "Happy Birthday," this one sung normally, just a little out of tune.
Harry wiped the confettit off his glasses and looked around the room. Bacon, eggs, and English muffins were on the table, as was a small pile of presents.
Mr and Mrs Weasley had huge smiles and party hats on. Harry knew the hats were magic: they were shooting sparks from the pointed top. Fred, George, and Ron were strapping on party hats themselves. Ginny was wearing a party hat and sitting near Percy, who looked bored, but was wearing a party hat nonetheless. And sitting next to him was Hermione.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted, surprised, yet glad to see her. "I thought we were meetin you next weekend!"
"Well, I wasn't" Hermione said, a sly smile playing across her lips, "But when I heard about this party, I just knew I'd have to crash it!"
Harry smiled at her. He continued to look at her, even after she turned away. Something was different about her, though Harry couldn't put his finger on it.
A large banner reading "Happy 15th Birthday!" in glittering letters was hanging on the wall." A chair at the head of the table was decorated in crepe paper that had dancing cakes, balloons, and presents on it. A balloon was tied to the chair: it was very quietly singing "Happy Birthday". It was very much like the rosettes they bought at the Quidditch World Cup last year.
Harry turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Wow! I mean, well, wow! Mrs. Weasley, you didn't have to do all this!"
"Oh, don't be silly dear." Mrs Weasley said, smiling, "It was nothing. Plus, I knew you hadn't had a party in years. C'mon dear, let's have some breakfast. Here, you sit in the 'birthday chair'."
After having a delicious breakfast,everyone's attention shifted to the presents.
"Go on, Harry, open them!" Ginny said. Harry smiled at the eagerness in her voice.
"Awright, if you insist..." he replied, sezing a shoe box size package.
"Oh, the one's from me." Hermione said.
Harry ripped open the paper and found a box full of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Sugar Quills.
"Now you can never use hunger as an excuse for not doing you assignments!" Hermione said. Everyone laughed.
"Thanks Herm," Harry said, grabbing a heavier box.
"That ones from us," George said, pointing at Fred and himself.
"Uh-oh," said Harry. "Should I take care opening this. Should I expect something to attack me when I open it?"
"Oh no," said Fred, his voice oozing with sarcasm, "It's perrrfectly safe."
Harry opened the box with care and found Canary Creams, Ton-Tongue Toffees, Filibuster Fireworks, and Dung Bombs.
"Dear Harry," Fred began nobaly, "we bequeath to you these pranks so that you and dear Ron can continue the time honored tradidtion of pranking at Hogwarts even after we have left."
Everyone laughed except Mrs. Weasley. She looked stern, but then allowed herself a smile. Apparently she accepted that Fred and George were pranksters for life and that she couldn't change that. In fact, she was fine with it now as long as she didn't get any lettes from Hogwarts. As awful as it might sound, she didn't care what they did, as long as they weren't caught!
"Okay, three more," Harry said, picking up a long, narrow package.
"That's mine!" Ginny said, with very obvious excitement.
Harry opened it and reveal a leather broomstick case. It was sleek and black, with a gold fastening to close the case. His initials were embroidered in the top left corner. The inside was lined with forest green satin.
"I made it myself," Ginny said proudly.
"Wow, Ginny, it's great! Thanks!" Harry replied, and he meant it. Ginny turned a light pink. Harry knew that Ginny had a crush in him and figured that's why she made him a gift. Well, that and the Weasley's money situation didn't allow her to buy a broomstick case.
"Finally, that thing I'll be outta the house!" George complained. "She's been working on it for ages..."
"And driving us crazy!! 'Where'd my thread go?' 'Did you guys steal the satin?' Ugh!" groaned Fred.
"And she finished last week, and we thought it was finally over," Ron said. "But then she decided the outside looke too plain, so she learned how to embroider and put those initials on there."
"Oh, shut up" Ginny said, blushing deeply, though still looking very proud of herself.
"Here, Harry," said percy, pushing a small package toward him. "I decided on a practical gift" he said pointedly, looking at the others.
Harry knew from the words "practical gift" that he wouldn't like Percy's gift nearly as much as he'd like the others. Harry opened it and found a set of quills in various colors and sizes.
"Oh, gee, er thanks Percy," Harry said, struggling for words to thank Percy without seeming sarcastic or ungrateful. True, Harry needed the quills, but it's not exactly the ideal gift for a fifteen year old. "This'll save me time shopping, now I wouldn't have to get quills."
Percy seemed happy at Harry's comments, but the others around the table were laughing, though Percy didn't notice. Apparently they shared Harry's feelings about the gift.
"And this last gift is from me," said Ron, pushing a heavy package towards Harry. Harry ripped off the paper to reveal a hardcover book titled Quidditch: The Ultimate Guide to Strategy.
"Wow! Cool Ron, thanks!" Harry said, tearing his eyes away from the magnificent book to look at Ron. Harry could tell that the book had cost Ron a lot.
"Well I figure what with Wood gone, you guys might need some help. Plus, I can look it over and have a good chance at becoming Keeper!" Ron said enthusiasctically. Mr and Mrs Weasley looked confused. George explained "After we saw the great flying Ron has been kepping secret from us" he said, shooting a look at Ron, "we convinced him to try out for the Keeper position on the Gryffindor team." Mr and Mrs Weasley nodded.
"Wait!" said Fred, mock indignantly, "Are you implying that Oliver was the key to our success?"
"Yes," said Ron dryly, "If it will shut you up, yes."
After cleaning up all the wrapping paper everyone got changed for the day. Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent the day getting caught up with each other.
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Dinner that night ws out in the garden. Mrs Weasley prepared roast chicken and tons of side dishes. After dinner, Fred and George put on an amazing fireworks display in Harry's honor. The night ended with a final rendition of "Happy Birthday." As everyone went up to bed, Mr Weasley pulled Harry aside. "Harry, could Molly and I see you in the living room,"
Harry nodded, his throat dry. What was wrong? Had he done something? Was there a Voldermort attack? Harry didn't want anything to ruin his day.
But nothing was wrong. As Harry sat down on the couch, Mrs Weasley said "Harry, as you might have noticed, we didn't give you a birthday present-"
"Oh!" Harry said, glad that everything was all right. "Oh, you don't have to! This party was present enough."
"No, Harry," Mrs Weasley said, "we have a real present for you. We didn't want to give it to you, because it's very personal. We know you don't know a lot about you're parents. Over the past year, we've talked to lots of their friends. We did some geneaology research at the Ministry, and found pictures and stories about your parents." She handed him a beautifully bound book titled "Lily and James."
Harry took the book gingerly. He ran his fingers over the cover, and leafed through the pages. He could feel tears welling in his eyes. This is about my parents, Harry thought. Finally, I can know about them.
Mrs Weasley looked Harry in the eyes. "Harry, Arthur and I went to school with your parents. They were wonderful people and meant to each other. I know they are looking down upon you. They are with you every moment of your day. Keep their memory alive Harry."
Harry nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn't trust himself to speak. He wanted to tell the Weasleys how he felt, but couldn't come up with the words. Instead, he embraced Mrs Weasley in a tight hug and whispered a raspy "thank you." Mrs Weasley understood.
As Harry made his way up the stairs, he was oblivious to everything: the creaky stairs, the rain outside, Mrs Weasley's sniffles. He was in his own world. All he could think about was the book and his parents. He place it in his trunk next to the photo album of his parents, and went to bed, still in his clothes.

A/N: Well, there it is!! PLEASE tell me what you think!! Review it, suggest thinks, just give me feedback. The whole birthday breakfast thing is from my mom, who really makes you birthday a big thing. I've wanted that book thingy to happen for a long time, and this was the perfect opportunity. I'll post the next chapter soon. R/R, please!!