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Hey everyone and welcome to Don't Think Just Do it: Year 4!

I was looking forward to writing this one ever since I had all the plots, twists and turned figured out. And trust me, there are a lot in this story. So I hope everyone enjoys it, and as a start of story gift, everyone gets cookies and butterbeer to enjoy while reading this chapter.

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So, without further ado, here's the first chapter!

-Rach ;)

Wormtail's POV

"Light the fire, Wormtail," the Dark Lord ordered, his voice high-pitched and cold. I turned to look at what was left of my master, but quickly looked away again, cringing. That Potter boy had reduced the mighty Lord Voldemort to nothing more then a disgusting, child like thing. He was beyond description.

As I set to lighting the fire, I thought once again of the night a few months ago when Potter saved my life. He could of let Remus and Sirius kill me, but he didn't. He let me live. It more was more then what I deserved, after what I did to James and Lily. But they had to die, for my Lord to live. I was terrified of the Dark Lord, but there was no where else for me to go. And no one else left to care for the Dark Lord. I wish someone else would show up, another Death Eater, someone else loyal to Lord Voldemort, so I wouldn't be alone with him and his snake. But no one else cared enough. Or was frightened enough.

Once the fire was lit, I stood up again. After loosing so much weight when Sirius broke out of Azkaban, I was at my same old weight again, so it was more difficult to stand up. "The fire is lit, my Lord," I squeaked, sounding fearful and timid, standing well away from him, and avoiding eye contact. He hates eye contact. "Yes, I can see that Wormtail," The Dark Lord said, almost sarcastically.

It was obvious the Dark Lord of thinking over the plan again. He was always thinking about that plan. I stayed quiet for a few minutes, too scared to speak. My master mightn't be strong yet, but it I did one thing wrong, he would kill me without hesitation.

"Feed me, Wormtail," the Dark Lord said, indicating to the bottle of mushed food. I grimaced, hesitated, then went and picked up his bottle. I heated it with my wand, then stepped closer to the Dark Lord. "Here, my Lord," I said. The Dark Lord raised his head a small bit, and I put the bottle in his mouth. He sucked on the bottle like a baby. Another few minutes, and he stopped, pulling his deformed and small head away from the bottle.

"There's still more left, my Lord," I said, giving the bottle a small shake. "If your still hungry," I added quickly.

"Later," the Dark Lord said, his voice making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Move me closer to the fire, Wormtail," he said, sounding tired. It wouldn't be long before he was asleep. The thought didn't calm me one bit.

I walked to the back of the chair my Lord was sitting in. He was so small and weak, you couldn't see the top of his head from where I was standing. I started pushing the chair across the floor, towards the fireplace.

"Where is Nagini?" Lord Voldemort asked.

"I- I'm not sure, my Lord," I answered, "I think- I think she went exploring the house." The Dark Lords father's house was very large, and very old. A perfect place for a giant snake to wander around. Plenty of mice to eat. The thought made me shudder. Thankfully, I was still behind the Dark Lords chair, so he didn't see it.

"You will milk her before we sleep, Wormital," the Dark Lord ordered. "I will need to be fed in the night. This entire journey has tired me greatly. There was a moments silence, then I asked something that had been itching at me since we arrived here. "My Lord, may I ask...how long do you plan to stay here?"

"A week," my master replied. I was relieved he didn't seem angry at my question. "Possibly longer. This place is somewhat comfortable, and it would be stupid to act before the Quidditch World Cup."

I frowned, and asked, "The Quidditch World Cup? But, my Lord, forgive me I don't understand- why should we wait before the Cup is over?"

"Because fool," the Dark Lord hissed, "At this very moment, there are wizards pouring into the country from all over. And every person from the Ministry of Magic will be on the look out for anything strange, any unusual activity. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice something. So we wait."

"So my Lord is still determined?" I said, thinking of how long the Dark Lord had been thinking about this plan. "Of course I am determined, Wormtail," the Dark Lord said, a hint of menace in his voice. I cringed, then voiced something that was running through my mind since I rejoined the Dark Lord. "It can be done without Harry Potter, my Lord," I said in a rush before I lost my nerve.

"Without the boy..." my Lord said quietly, "I see..." Oh no.

"My Lord, I do not say that out of concern for the boy!" I said fast, "That boy is nothing to me! Nothing! And neither were his parents! I was just saying we could use another witch or wizard, any at all! It would make the job so much more easier and quicker! If you allowed me to leave you for just a short while- you know how I can disguise myself- I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person."

"A different wizard..." the Dark Lord said slowly, as if thinking it over. "I could use a different wizard."

I let out a sigh of relief. He was actually thinking about it! He didn't even seem mad that I had brought it up. "It makes sense, my Lord," I said, sounding relived. "Trying to lay hands on Harry Potter would be too difficult. He is so well protected."

"So your volunteering to fetch me a substitute?" the Dark Lord said, "I wonder, perhaps, that nursing me back to health has become wearisome for you, Wormtail. Could this be nothing more than an attempt at abandoning me?"

"My Lord! I-I have no wish to leave you at all!" I said, lying.

"Don't lie to me!" the Dark Lord hissed. I winced, looking away from him. "I can tell, Wormtail. Your regretting ever returning to me! I revolt you. I see you flinch and cringe every time you see me, feel you shudder when you touch me." My heart was thudding in my chest, and it was difficult to breath.

"My Lord, my devotion is to you-"

"Your devotion is nothing more then cowardice. You wouldn't be here if you had anywhere else to be. How could I survive if you leave me, when I need feeding every few hours? Who would milk Nagini?"

"But my Lord, you seem so much stronger-"

"Liar," the Dark Lord breathed angrily. "I am no stronger then before and a few days alone and I would be robbed of what little health I have regained under your clumsy care. Silence!" I was spluttering and whimpering, but feel silent at once. For a few seconds, there was no sound except for the spitting of the fire.

"I have my reasons for using the boy. Reasons that I have already explained to you. I am not going to use another wizard. And after what you told me happened when you escaped, I might use someone else as well as Potter." I stared at the Dark Lord. Who else could he use? He didn't need to use anyone else, just one person.

"My Lord, I don't understand. Who-"

"I shall tell you when the time is right, Wormtail. I have waited thirteen years, I can wait a few more months. As for the protection around the boy, my plan will be effective. All that is needed is courage from you, Wormtail. Courage you will find unless you want to face the wrath of Lord Voldemort."

"My Lord, let me speak!" I squeaked, terrified and panicked, "All through our journey, I have gone over the plan in my mind. My Lord, Bertha Jorkin's disappearance will not go unnoticed and if I proceed, if I murder-"

"If?" the Dark Lord whispered, "If? If you follow the plan Wormtail, the Ministry doesn't need to know that anyone died. You will do it quietly and without a fuss. I only wish I could it all myself but in my current situation...Come, Wormtail, one more death and our path to Harry Potter, and possibly the other, will be clear. I am not asking you to do it on your own. By that time, my faithful servant will have returned-"

That statement made my blood boil. "I am a faithful servant!" I said. I even let you kill two of the people I cared about. But I kept that thought to myself.

"Wormtail, I need someone with brains, someone who's loyalty has never wavered, and you don't fulfill either requirements." the Dark Lord said.

"I found you," I gasped, sulky, "I was the one that found you. I brought you Bertha Jorkins."

"That is true," the Dark Lord said, actually sounding amused. "A stroke of brilliance I expected not from you, Wormtail. Though, if truth be told, you weren't aware of how useful she was when you caught her, were you?"

How could he know that? I only took her because I knew she worked for the Ministry. I didn't know she had any useful information. "I- I thought she might be useful, my Lord," I stammered. "Liar," the Dark Lord said, sounding bored. "However, I cannot deny that her information wasn't a waste. Without it, I could not have made our plan, and for that you will be rewarded, Wormtail. I will allow you to do an essential task for me, one that many of my followers would give their right hands to perform."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wasn't mad at me? He wasn't going to kill me? But...what if he was going to kill me after I did the task...?

"R-Really, my Lord?" I stuttered. "What-?"

"Ah, Wormtail, you don't want me to ruin the surprise, do you?" the Dark Lord said. Actually, I did. The many possibilities of what I might have to do was running around my mind, and they all terrified me. "Your part will come at the very end. But I promise you, you will have the honor of being just as useful as Bertha Jorkins."

I decided to ask what was bothering me the most. "You...You..." my mouth had gone very dry and it was difficult to speak. "Your... going... to... kill... me... too?"

"Wormtail, Wormtail..." the Dark Lord said silkily. "why would I kill you? I killed poor Bertha because I had to. She was fit for nothing after I questioned her. Besides, there would be awkward questions when she got back to the Ministry with the news that she saw you on her holidays. After all, you are meant to be dead, and dead wizards don't just walk into Ministry witches at wayside inns."

"You could of modified her memory," I muttered so low I doubt anyone would be able to hear it. But of course, the Dark Lord heard it. He laughed a high, cold laugh that made my blood go cold. "Modified her memory? But Memory Charms can easily be broken by a powerful wizard, as I proved when we questioned her. It would be an insult to her memory if we didn't use the information she gave us.

"One more murder," the Dark Lord went on, "My faithful servant at Hogwarts...Harry Potter is as good as mine. It is decided. There will be no more argument. Be quit...I think I hear Nagini..."

I swallowed nervously, hoping I wouldn't cringe while the Dark Lord was looking at me. Then he started hissing in Parseltongue. I must admit, whenever the Dark Lord spoke in Parseltonue, I always became terrified. I never knew what he was saying, so for all I know he could be telling Nagini to kill me.

Finally, Nagini slithered into the room, taking her time because she was just so large. She hissed something to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord hissed something in return.

"Nagini has some interesting news, Wormtail," the Dark Lord said.

"Indeed, my Lord?" I said, hoping I didn't sound too panicked. "Indeed yes," the Dark Lord said. "According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle man standing right outside the door, listening to every word we say."

My eyes widened, and I quickly ran over to the door, and flung it open, alarmed. There was an old man, maybe in his eighties, standing in the hall, leaning on a walking stick. His eyes were wide and fearful, but yet his jaw was set in a way that made me believe he was going to fight to the very end. I envied this man for his courage, but felt better knowing that the Dark Lord would kill him.

"Invite him in, Wormtail," the Dark Lord called from the room behind me, "Where are your manners?"

I beckoned the old man into the room. The old man gripped his walking stick tighter and limped into the room, his wrinkled face determined.

"You heard everything, Muggle?" the Dark Lord asked. He wasn't facing the old man, and the old man wasn't able to see him either. If he had, I bet the old man wouldn't be looking so brave.

"What's that your calling me?" the old man asked fiercely. "I am calling you a Muggle," the Dark Lord replied, sounding amused, "It means your not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizard," the old man said steadily. "All I know is that I've heard enough to go to the police, and they'll be very interested with what I have to say. You've murdered, and your planning on murdering more! And I'll tell you this as well- my wife knows I'm up here, if I don't go home-" my eyes flashed down to the mans hand. There wasn't ring there, or even a tan line indicating that there was ever a ring there before.

"You have no wife," the Dark Lord said, "Nobody knows where you are. Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for I know. I always know."

"Is that right?" the old man said roughly. I couldn't help admire this man. He was old, crippled, and had no family, yet he was so brave. I hated him as well as admire him. I couldn't wait until the my Lord killed him.

"Lord is it?" the old man went on, "Well I don't like your manners, My Lord. Come and turn me like a man."

"But I am not a man, Muggle," the Dark Lord said, "I am much, much more then a man. However, why not? Wormtail, turn my chair around."

I whimpered, wondering how the old man would take the Dark Lord's appearance. "You heard me, Wormtail."

I screwed up my face, and walked slowly over to the chair. I put my hands well away from Nagini, who was lying on top of the chair and slowly turned the chair around to face the old man. Nagini hissed at me, but I did my best to ignore her.

As soon as the old man saw the Dark Lord, he dropped his walking stick. He screamed, but as soon as he started screaming, the Dark Lord raised his wand. His words weren't heard over the old mans screams, but the bright green light would of been seen a mile away. The old man was dead before he hit the ground.

I wasn't sure what to feel as I stared at the defenseless, brave, alone man.

Max's POV

"Max."

"Go way."

"Get up."

"Get lost."

"Mrs Weasley has breakfast ready."

"I'm sleeping."

"I can see that."

"So leave."

"Get outta bed."

"Shh. I'm sleeping."

There wasn't another word said, so I assumed Fang had given up and left. It was only a few weeks since the flock escaped the School in California, where the six of us were raised. Now, the School isn't really a school, it's a lab where the flock got experimented on and tortured. So the flock all have wings. Yup, we have wings. Four years ago, one of the whitecoats called Jeb Batchelder kidnapped the flock and took us to a house in Colorado. A year later, a man named Albus Dumbledore showed up at our house and told us that we were all wizards and witches and that we would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Seeing as the rest of the flock weren't old enough, only me, Fang and Iggy could go (Nudge is eleven, twelve in September, Gazzy is eight, and Angel is almost six) and once there we met our best friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley (who we now live with) and Hermione Granger.

In our first year, we saved the magical world from the evil and creepy Lord Voldemort, who had killed Harry's parents when he was one, then tried to kill Harry but he wasn't able to, for a reason no one knew. Now Harry was famous through out the magical world for something he can't even remember. In our second year, I got possessed by the memory of Lord Voldemort that he had left behind in a diary, and I was made to attack Muggle-borns. Last year, I found my father, fought Dementors, made a full body Patronus and faced a werewolf, then got taken back to the School.

I wonder what was going to happen this year...

Just as I was snuggling back into my bed, I heard a mischievous giggle. I tensed immediately, afraid of what was going to happen. Then-

SPLASH!

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" I screamed. I jumped violently, got tangled in my bed sheets, then feel straight onto the floor. There was loud laughter, and someone said, "Jeez, Max, no need to freak out. I knew you hated taking showers, but this is just going too far."

They poured water on me. They poured water on me while I was trying to sleep. They freaking poured water over me! They were so dead.

I leaped up, and saw that the flock were standing in my room, along with the Weasley twins, Fred and George. The Gasman (there's a reason we call him that. Note to the wise- don't go into a small space with Gazzy. You've been warned) was standing by the door with an empty jug, whistling innocently. And Gazzy was never innocent. Nudge and Angel were beside him, giggling madly into their hands.

"I swear to Merlin-" I said, wringing out my wet hair. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"You wouldn't get up, so I made some drastic decisions," Fang said, looking at me with a grin. I was soaked, my long blonde hair was plastered to my scalp, my baggy pajamas soaked to my skin. I glared at him, then snapped, "Fine, I'm up. Now get out of my room! All of you!" Laughing happily, the flock and Fred and George walked out of my room. "Jerks!" I shouted after them. They only laughed harder.

"Oh, yeah, Max, you know what day this is, right?" Iggy said, pocking his said around my door. "Er, Sunday?" I said. "And you know what that means?" Iggy went on.

"It means that yesterday was Saturday and tomorrow is Monday?" I said, rooting around in my wardrobe for something clean to wear.

"No, moron," Iggy snorted. "It means that after dinner, we're leaving to go get Harry. And tomorrow is the Quidditch World Cup."

"Oh, God! Is that today!" I said, looking around. "Sorry, I haven't really been thinking straight lately. Now get out of my room, so I can get dressed." Iggy grinned at me, then left my room.

After I pulled on a black shirt that read Bite Me in red writing, and blue skinny jeans, I sat back down on my bed. How could I have forgotten about Harry coming tonight, and the World Cup tomorrow? Ever since we escaped the School, I haven't really been thinking straight. I was more easily distracted, and forgot thinks. Mrs Weasley said this might be from minor shock, and it should wear off eventually. I certainly hoped so.

I stood up again, brushed my hair, washed quickly, then jogged down the stairs. My room was opposite Ginny's, on the first floor. When I got into the kitchen, I saw the flock, all the Weasleys and-

"Hermione!" I shrieked, and ran over to her. And as you know, I don't shriek unless I'm actually shouting at someone. I pulled Hermione into a tight hug. "When did you get here?" I asked, pulling away from my best friend. "Last night," Hermione said, smiling. "When you were asleep. Did no one tell you I was coming?" As soon as she asked the question, I remembered Mrs Weasley telling me yesterday morning that Hermione was coming that night, and that Harry was coming today.

"Of course they told me. Sorry, I'm a bit tired," I said, hoping she wouldn't start worrying about me. "That's fine. How are you?" she asked, her brown eyes, not as dark as my own brown eyes, wide with concern. I glared at Ron, who was eating toast at the table over Hermione's shoulder. He just had to write to Hermione and Harry about the flock being taken to the School. Now Hermione was going to be staring at me with those big concerned eyes for weeks! It's going to drive me mad!

"I'm fine, Hermione. Like I said, I'm tired. That's all," I said, hoping she'd believe me. She seemed skeptical, but nodded and smiled anyway, her bushy brown hair resting on her shoulders.

For the rest of the day, the flock, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Fred and George stayed out in the garden. My mind kept roaming to the picture I had in my room, of my father Sirius Black, my mother Grace Collins, and a mysterious little boy no one seemed to know. Although, that little boy had showed up at the School when we were there, as an Eraser.

I wasn't sure if that boy was my brother or not. When Sirius was talking to me about my mother, he never mentioned the little boy. When I couldn't take the wondering anymore, I had plucked up the courage to send a letter to Sirius asking who the little boy was. I haven't gotten a reply yet.

"Right, Max?" I heard Angel saying. "What sweetie?" I said, looking at her. She was messing with her shirt as George tried to plait her hair. Whatever he was doing, it was far from a plait.

"I said, when we get to the Quidditch World Cup tomorrow we won't be able to fly until we come home. Right?" Why was she asking me this? Because I'm the flocks leader that why.

"Yes, sweetie. We won't be able to fly until we're back here. There will be too many people and it'll be too crowed," I said, stretching onto my back in the grass. The flock looked disappointed, but understanding. The best thing for the flock right now is too stay hidden.

"George, what are you doing?" Ginny asked, eyeing what he was doing to Angel's hair in amusement. "A plait," George answered, twisting Angel's hair in every direction. "Mate, that is as far from a plait as Auntie Muriel is from being a size zero and fun to be around. I'd give up if I were you," Fred said, grinning at his twin. George let Angel's golden curls fall back onto her shoulders, sighed, then feel onto his back in the grass like me.

"Kids! Dinners ready!" Mrs Weasley shouted from the door. We all stood up, Angel holding my hand, and walked back into the Burrow.

"Now, remember," Mrs Weasley said, "Harry's family are a bit- strange, when it comes to magic."

"That's an understatement," I said, piling my plate full with potatoes and chicken, "They aren't strange about magic. They hate magic. Therefore, they wizards and witches, and anything out of the ordinary." A bulb went off in my mind, "Maybe I should show them my wings," I said, more to myself then to anyone else.

"No, Max," Mr Weasley said, stern. "You will do nothing like that. Nothing," then he turned to the twins. "As for you two, you are to be on your best behavior in the Dursley's house. We're not staying long, but you aren't to be playing any of your pranks."

Fred and George looked insulted. "Us? Play pranks on innocent Muggles? Never!" George said, a hand on his heart.

"That's enough, now eat your dinner," Mrs Weasley said. Five minutes later, everyone was finished eating, even the flock who had eaten three plates of food. Having seven children, Mrs Weasley was used to making a lot of food, so having six extra kids in your house that needed to eat more then a normal person wasn't difficult for her.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" Mr Weasley said, standing beside the fireplace. "We told Harry we would be there at five. It's quarter past now. We have to hurry!"

Me, Ron, Fang and Iggy walked over to the fireplace. Fred was about to join us, when George said, "Wait! Fred, come with me! We need to do something first!"

"What do we-?" Fred started, staring at George. Then Fred's eyes widened, and he said, "Ohh. Right, yeah. Five minutes!" he added to us as him and George raced up the stairs. "What are they up to?" Mrs Weasley said, waving her wand so the dishes washed themselves.

Whatever they were up to, it took them nearly fifteen minutes to come back downstairs. "Come on, we're half an hour late! Harry will be wondering what took us so long," Mr Weasley said.

"I'll go first," Mr Weasley went on. "Then Fred, then George. Ron will go after, then Fang, Iggy and Max will come last. Understand?" We nodded. "What's the address again?" Iggy asked, although he knew well what the address was. Two years ago, we all flew to Harry's house in Mr Weasley's enchanted car to bust him out when his aunt and uncle weren't going to let him back to Hogwarts.

"Number 4, Privet Drive," Mr Weasley said, sounding proud of himself that he remembered.

"Right then, everyone ready?" he said, standing into the fireplace. "Right then. Fred, maybe if you wait a few seconds after me. We wouldn't want to shock the Muggles."

He took some of the Floo Powder from the cup by the fireplace, raised his hand and threw the Powder onto the ground and shouted, "Number 4, Privet Drive!"

He erupted in bright green flames, and in the next second, he was gone. "See you on the other side," Fred said, winking. He stepped into the fireplace, and like his father, shouting the Dursley's address.

After Iggy went, I was the only one left. "See you in a minute," I said to the remaining flock, Mrs Weasley and Hermione. After Percy got a job in the Ministry of Magic, he'd locked himself in his room to do his work, and barely left it.

I grabbed some Floo Powder, shouted, "Number 4, Privet Drive!" and threw the powder onto the ground of the fireplace.

I was spinning around and around, green light and soot blocking my vision. Finally, I stopped spinning, but instead of standing in a fireplace, I had landed on Iggy's shoulders in a very small, dark space.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

"Oh, Max, how nice of you to join us," I heard Fred saying sarcastically. "Did something happen?" I heard Ron's voice asking.

"Oh, no Ron, this is where we wanted to end up," George said.

"Yeah, we're having a peachy time up here," I said, taking deep breaths. The space was so small, so closed in, so dark...

"Mr Weasley, maybe Harry can hear us," Fang said, "He might be able to get us out." Bless you, Fang and your brilliant ideas.

We started hammering on the sides of the chimney, shouting, "Harry! Harry, can you hear us?"

Then I heard Harry's voice, saying, "Mr Weasley? Can you hear me?"

"Shut up!" I shouted.

"Mr Weasley, it's Harry!" Harry said. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we hadn't already figured that out," I said sarcastically. "Now get us out!"

Harry knew about the flocks serious claustrophobia, so I hope he wasn't taking his time with this.

"The fireplace is blocked up. You won't be able to get through it," Harry said.

"Why on earth did they block their fireplace?" Mr Weasley said.

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

"Idiots," I said, hoping it was loud enough for the Dursley's to hear.

"Really?" Mr Weasley said, sounding excited. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug?"

"It's electric, Mr Weasley," Iggy said, but I think Mr Weasley was ignoring us.

"I'm thinking of what to do..." Mr Weasley said, "Yes...It's the only way...Stand back, Harry!" Mr Weasley said. I heard him moving his arm, like he was reaching for his wand.

"Wait a moment!" I heard someone shouting from outside the chimney, "What exactly are you doing-?"

BANG!

The fireplace burst open, making all of us fall out of it onto the floor. I rolled across the Dursley's sitting room, and finally came to a stop by Harry's feet. He reached down, offering his hand. I gladly took his hand and Harry helped me stand up. "Hey Harry," I said, smiling. I tried not thinking about all the dust and soot that I was covered in. "Hey Max. Are you alright?" he asked, the same concerned look in his eyes that I was getting from everyone lately. "I'm fine," I said, a bit more fiercely then I intended.

I looked around the sitting room, trying not to laugh. The entire room was a mess. Everything was covered in dust, and there were bits of brick scattered all over the sitting room.

Harry's aunt Petunia semmed to have fallen over the coffee table, but Harry's uncle Vernon caught her. There was even dust in Vernon's moustache. Petunia was a very skinny woman with a face like a horse, and Vernon was as large as a whale with barely any neck and his face was a bright purple color.

As I looked at Petunia, I didn't see the slightest bit of resemblance to her sister. In the pictures I've seen of Harry's mother, Lily Potter was a gorgeous woman. She had long red, dark hair, and bright green eyes exactly like Harry. Petunia Dursley, however, had short blond hair, and dull blue eyes. She wasn't as pretty as Lily had been. Maybe that was one reason she hadn't liked her sister. She was jealous.

"That's better," Mr Weasley chuckled. "You must be Harry's aunt and uncle." Mr Weasley stepped forward with his hand outstretched, smiling. Vernon grabbed Petunia and dragged her back a few steps with him.

"Er- yes, sorry about that," Mr Weasley said, looking at the destroyed fireplace. "All my fault. I never thought that we wouldn't be able to get out the other end. I can put it right in a jiffy though. Light a fire so the kids can get back, then I can fix your fireplace before I Disapparate." By the look on the Dursley's face, they hadn't understood a word Mr Weasley said.

"Hello, Harry!" Mr Weasley said, looking at Harry. "Is your trunk ready?"

"Yeah, it's in my room," Harry said.

"We'll get it," Fred said, looking at George. I bet they were hoping they'd see Harry's fat cousin. I actually wanted to see him too, to see if he had actually gotten as fat as Harry said.

No one said anything until Harry's cousin edged into the room. It looked like he was trying to hide his fat butt. He looked absolutely terrified. "Is this your cousin, Harry?" Mr Weasley asked, trying to keep things friendly and to start a conversation.

"Yeah, that's Dudley," Harry said.

"Having a good holiday, Dudley?" Mr Weasley said kindly.

Dudley whimpered and clutched his ass tighter. I shared a look with Harry, but we had to look away from each other before we started laughing.

Fred and George came back into the sitting room, carrying Harry's trunk. When they saw Dudley, they shared a gleeful look. Oh, they were up to something. This should be funny.

"Alright," Mr Weasley said, looking around happily. "We should get moving." He pushed up his sleeves and took out his wand from his pocket. I grinned when I saw the Dursley's all draw back into the wall.

"Incendio!" Mr Weasley said, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall that used to be a fireplace. Flames started flickering and dancing in the fireplace as if it had been lit for hours. Mr Weasley took a small pouch from his pocket, opened it, took a pinch of the powder inside and threw it into fireplace. The flames turned emerald green, and I heard Petunia gasp.

"Off you go then, Fred," Mr Weasley said.

"Coming," Fred said, "Oops- oh, no sorry. Hang on."

A bag of sweets spilled from Fred's pocket and now all the sweets were rolling around in every direction. They were big, fat, brightly colored sweets. Fred dropped onto his hands and knees, trying to pick them all up. I saw him giving a small wink to George, who grinned. I don't think anyone else saw it though. Then Fred stood up again, walked right into the fire, gave the Dursley's a happy wave, then he shouted, "The Burrow!" In a whoosh of green flames, Fred was gone.

"Alright, George. You and the trunk," Mr Weasley said. Harry helped George carry the trunk over to the fireplace, then like Fred, George and the trunk were gone.

"Right, Ron, you next," Mr Weasley said. "Bye!" Ron said happily to the Dursley's. Then he vanished.

"Fang, go on," Mr Weasley said. I saw Vernon frown and mouth the word `Fang'. I guess it wasn't a normal enough name for him. Good thing we didn't bring Gazzy.

After Fang had disappeared without even acknowledging the Dursley's, Iggy went. Like with Fang, Vernon and Petunia shared a look when Mr Weasley said Iggy's name. Better get used to it.

"Harry, you can go now," Mr Weasley said. Harry looked at his aunt and uncle and said, "Well...Bye then," Harry said, walking over to the fireplace. The Dursley's ignored Harry, looking too terrified to speak. Just before Harry reached the hearth, Mr Weasley reached out and grabbed Harry's shoulder. "Harry said goodbye. Didn't you hear him?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry said, looking uncomfortable, "Honestly, I don't care."

Still, Mr Weasley didn't remove his hand from Harry's shoulder. "You aren't going to see your nephew until next summer," he said to Vernon Dursley, looking angry, "Surely your going to say goodbye?"

By the look of Vernon Dursley's face, he didn't like the thought of having a man who just blew up his fireplace talk to him like that. At first, I thought Dursley wasn't going to say anything, but then his eyes wandered to Mr Weasley's hand, where his wand was, then to my own wand, that I had in the waist-band of my jeans. "Goodbye, then," Dursley said, looking as though he was in pain.

"See you," Harry said, standing in the fireplace. "Max, get ready to leave right after Harry," Mr Weasley said. I felt Petunia's eyes on me, as if she didn't Max was a suitable name for a young lady. Like, seriously, what was this, the 1800's?

I turned around to face the fireplace, but wheeled around again when there was a loud gagging noise behind me, then Petunia screaming.

Dudley wasn't standing beside his parents anymore. He was over beside the coffee table, where Fred had dropped the sweets. Dudley was gagging and chocking on something a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was coming from his mouth. It was his tongue.

So gross.

And then I realized that there was a brightly colored toffee wrapper in front of him. Petunia hurled herself onto her son, as if shielding him. She grabbed the end of his massive tongue, then started pulling at it, as if she wanted to pull his tongue out of his head.

Dudley was fighting worse then ever, spluttering and gagging and trying to fight his mother off. Dursley was bellowing and waving his arms around, reminding me of a demented walrus. Mr Weasley had to shout to be heard.

"No need to worry," he shouted, "I can sort him out," he said, walking closer to Dudley but that only made Petunia and Vernon scream worse and much louder.

"No, really," Mr Weasley said, "My son, Fred, he's a bit of a joker. But it's only an Engorgement Charm. Please, I can fix it."

But the Dursley's seemed to have lost control. Petunia was sobbing, tugging at Dudley's tongue. Dudley was chocking worse then before, and he seemed to be suffocating. Vernon, who seemed to have lost control completely, started throwing the china figures very hard at Mr Weasley. One, however, went very close to my head, and it would of hit me if I didn't dodge it.

"Watch it, moron!" I shouted as the china figure shattered against the wall behind me.

"Now really!" Mr Weasley said. "I'm trying to help!"

Screaming like a hippo, Vernon grabbed another ornament.

"Harry! Max! Just go! Go!" Mr Weasley said. Harry stepped fully into the fireplace, looked over his shoulder last time, then shouted, "The Burrow!" And he was gone in a flash of green flame.

I walked into the fire, trying not to giggle at the tickling feeling it had on my skin. I shouted, "The Burrow!" And the last thing I saw before I started spinning uncontrollably was Petunia screaming and screeching on top of Dudley, Dudley chocking on his huge tongue, Vernon throwing things at Mr Weasley, who was trying to keep things under control.

What a lovely home.

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