The Boy Who Lived, Loved and Saved-Not Only the Wizarding World, but the Muggle World as Well

By Raekitty13

Declaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or any other ideas created and copyrighted by JK Rowling.

A/N: You know what? You wouldn't think that writing a Fan Fic on your favorite book would be so hard (can you tell this is my first Fan Fic?)… Until you realize that you can't remember how to spell the spells or you can't seem to think of the right name for those magical instruments and gizmos! Ha! Writing this Fan Fic has required a lot of research! Lol. Thanks you guys for reading this far! Have fun and enjoy! By the way… I like reviews! Chapter 2-April Fools!

"Harry, come on. You need to get up!" Hermione was leaning over Harry her wand shining in his face.

"Come, Harry! Even I beat you up, Mate!" Ron was laughing but when Harry still didn't get up he started jabbing him. "Seriously, Harry. You don't get up and help Fred and George sell BIG time today and we'll be living on the streets!"

"I'm up!" Harry muttered.

"What was that Harry? I couldn't hear you, Mate. Might want to speak up!" Ron jabbed Harry really hard.

Harry responded by boxing Ron in the ear. "I said, I'm up you, moron!" He couldn't help laughing.

"Oww. You hit hard." Ron complained. "You know it's hard to believe we're twenty… we act,"

"Like you're still seventeen?" Hermione finished. She laughed.

Harry realized that even though Hermione had a lot on her plate, she still managed to have fun and be somewhat happy. "Hermione, why are you so happy? Shouldn't you be depressed or something? I mean you have a daughter to take care of, you're married to this dunce and we all work for Fred and George."

"Harry, are you hitting on Hermione?" Fred asked, standing in the doorway.

"No!" Harry said sounding alarmed.

"Good. Wouldn't want to have to tell Ginny that she'd have to come back to Diagon Alley for your funeral," George said.

"All because you were hitting on Ron's wife!" Fred said.

Ron shook his head and punched Harry's arm. "What would she do if we told her the only reason you sent her away was so you could hit on other people's wives?"

"You wouldn't!" Harry looked pail.

"April fools!" Fred said. "I'm sorry, mate."

"Yeah," George added. "That was kinda harsh."

"Let's shake and make up," Fred and George both held out their right hands at the same time.

Harry should have known better. It was Fred and George's favorite day of the year. Something had to be up… But no. Harry shook Fred's hand and Ron shook George's.

Harry felt the familiar tingle of when Dudley used to use those hand shockers. But there was also another feeling in his hand and it was unfamiliar. Looking down Harry noticed that his right hand was now smaller that his left hand.

Looking over at Ron's right hand without making a noise Harry noticed that Ron's hand was about two time too large and still growing. Harry quickly looked back down at his hand. It had stopped shrinking but it was really small.

"George, what the bloody hell did you do to my hand?" Ron asked. His arm could no longer support his hand and had fallen on the bed next to Harry.

"Don't worry. It's only a joke!" Fred said.

"And it fixes easy." George said. "Just give it a second."

"Don't worry! It's only a joke. It fixes easy. Just give it a second." Ron mimicked his older brothers perfectly. "I'll give you a second. A second to live maybe! If I could just lift my hand and whack you up side the head. Or maybe I should just take my foot and shove it up your…"

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed. (Beth was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake her up just yet.) "Don't y-! Look! It's shrinking back to normal size!"

"We told you it'd return to normal." Fred and George said at the same time.

Harry watched in amazement as his hand grew back it's normal size. "Brilliant."

"I know, isn't it?" George asked.

"We call them Muggle Teasers." Fred said.

"Dad actually gave us the idea when he brought these things to our shop the other day," George said.

"Of course, we had to give it a bit of a magical spin. So we decided to make them either shrink or enlarge your hand." Fred beamed.

"You shouldn't have named them that!" Hermione squeaked. "You're only encouraging idiots to use them on Muggles and expose our world!"

"Relax, Hermione! We have warning on all boxes," Fred said.

"Plus we put a jinx on them that renders them magically useless in the presence of a Muggle." George added.

"You worry too much." Fred said.

"It's also a shame that you don't trust us! You should know by now that we wouldn't do anything to put our magic shop in danger!" George muttered.

"Breakfast is ready in the kitchen if you'll just come down and eat when ever you're ready, then." Hermione sounded defeated. This was a project the Twins had worked on with out her. She enjoyed helping them come up with counter-curses.

Fred and George both followed Hermione out of the room and down the stairs.

"Oh, come on, Hermione. Don't look so down! We just like to create some products on our own…" Fred and George's voices drifted off down the stairs with them.

"That was different." Harry said turning to Ron with a grin as Beth began to cry.

"Different?" Ron asked, walking towards Beth's crib. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Oh, come on! You know you were scared at first." Harry replied. His silly grin still on his face.

"Oh, yeah sure. But it's always like that with Fred and George's new inventions." Ron was holding onto Beth's little fingers. "Seeing as how I had to grow up with all of these projects. You know they never used to have any counter-curses. Thank god for Hermione, in so many ways.

"Look, Harry. I know it seems like we're always fighting, but Hermione and I love each other. In the past it was hard to cope with, but now we've grown so used to it that's it's just become part of our life style. You do realize Hermione is extremely hott when she's angry, right?"

Harry laughed. "Ron, your married and you have a daughter. I think you're allowed to say sexy."

"There you go again, hitting on my wife!" Ron said jokingly.

"You're lucky you're holding Beth!" Harry said playfully.

"I always am." Ron replied. "Let's go eat before Fred and George go and eat it all."

"There you three are! I thought you had gone back to bed or something!" Hermione said as Harry, Ron and Beth entered the kitchen. "Here, Ronald. I'll take Beth. You eat."

"Yes, Ronald. You eat. We have a big day today!" Fred said in the same loving tome of voice as Hermione.

"Shumt yover falce, Fed!" Ron said with pancakes in his mouth.

"What was that, Ronald" Harry asked poking fun.

"I said, shut your face, Fred. And Harry, you're not helping any!" Ron said. His anger was short lived because Hermione gave him another stack of pancakes to eat. He devoured them quickly and was soon asking for more.

Hermione just laughed and placed Beth in her highchair.

Harry raised his hand and said, "Oye, Hermione. Could I have another stack too please?"

"Well, while you two stuff your faces until your as fat as Dudley," George started.

"We're going to go set up shop." George finished. "But hurry up. We're opening real soon."

"Today's a big day!" Fred added as the twins walked out of the kitchen and into the main part of the store.

"Every day this week so far has been a big day so far." Ron muttered.

"That's because today's April Fools Day, Ronald." Hermione replied.

"Um, Ron. Does Hermione know you two fight because you love each other?" Harry asked.

Ron beat him upside the head just in time for Hermione to see.

"Ronald!" Hermione gasped.

"What?"

"Why'd you hit Harry?"

Ron shrugged. "He was hitting on you again."

Harry, Hermione and Ron began to laugh. While laughing Harry noticed that it was great to be laughing. Even if he missed Ginny, she wasn't the only one who could make him laugh. Oh, yeah. He was still going to send Hedwig off with another love letter to Ginny. He really couldn't live without her. What had he been thinking?

"You coming Ron, Hermione?" Fred asked peeking into the kitchen again.

"Oh, come on! Put on your shirt, Ron!" George said.

"But it looks hideous with our hair!" Ron complained.

"Nonsense." Fred and George said together.

Ron shook his head. "This has to be the worst part of working here!"

"Oh, Ronald. I think you look cute in your work clothes." Hermione said soothingly, playing with the buttons on her own shirt.

Hermione and Ron helped the twins out in the shop. Harry got to look after Beth and work in the storage room, out of sight. While Harry was living with the Weasleys, he was also in hiding and didn't want to be seen in plain sight. 'Not that they'd let me work in the shop if I asked!' He thought to himself.

So while Hermione and Ron entered the main shop area, Harry took Beth and put her in her stroller. "Hello, Beth. You know I think they leave you with me because they don't want to have to change your dippers."

Baby Beth just smiled up at her godfather. Harry really did enjoy taking care of her. It made him wish he and Ginny could get married and have children of their own. "Someday," Harry promised more to himself than to Beth, "You'll have a cousin or two to follow you around everywhere."

Harry stood back up from buckling her in and pushed her to the storage room. It was a mess in there like normal. Harry pulled out his wand and began to tidy up.

The storage room was also Fred and George's work area. Not that they worked on top secret stuff back here, but they did tend to make a mess creating more of their jokester gift boxes and what not. So Harry had to keep it clean and organized. It was his job to send Ron, Hermione, Fred or George whatever item/items needed to be restocked. He also looked over the House Elves putting together the mailing packages.

"Harry, we need more Gnome Finders." Fred said.

"I thought you worked a joke shop," Harry said suspiciously.

"Of course we do. The Gnome Finder is scented with a smell that the Gnomes love! So they end up attacking who ever is holding it."

Harry just shook his head, "You guys come up with crazy inventions. This one?"

"That's it," Fred said taking the box of Gnome Finders Harry was handing him. "It doesn't matter how crazy the inventions are, what matters is if they sell, Mate."

Harry started laughing, but he stopped when he heard George shouting, "We don't serve Death Eaters! Scram!"

The hair on the back of Harry's neck stood on end. He was listening intently as he moved closer to Beth.

Pulling out his wand he heard the voice of his old arch-nemesis, Draco Malfoy. "I want to know where Potter is. Tell me and I'll leave."

"You'll leave now or I'll blow you into a million pieces!" Ron shouted, pointing his wand at Draco's head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Weasel. Lord Voldemort just might decide to visit you tonight. He might just take a load off of your hands. Or should I say a small load?" Draco smirked.

Hermione walked up behind him. "Are you saying you're going to have the Dark Lord burn the Borrow, Malfoy? That could be a problem! We need a place to live."

"What the hell, No!" Draco sounded frustrated. "Shut your face, Mud-Blood. I was talking about having Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, take your daughter…"

"I'm sorry, Malfoy. You don't know how many other men have asked for her hand in marriage. And I've had to tell them all that she's too young. He'll have to come back in about ninety years. After I've died!" Ron said his voice getting louder by the second, "Cause you're going to get to her OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

"Ronald, stop roaring." Hermione said calmly. "George, it's obvious he wants a Potter doll, so go get him a Potter doll."

"I don't want some doll! I want the talking, living, conniving, Potter!" Draco shouted.

"OK, make it the talking Potter doll. Is there anything else you'd like, Malfoy?" Hermione didn't wait for an answer. She took the doll, shoved it in Draco's hands and began to push him out of the store. "And if you leave now, you can have this expensive doll free of charge!"

"I will find Potter, mark my words!" Malfoy shouted.

"Let us know when you do," Fred said.

"He owes us money!" George added.

"April Fools, you moron." Ron muttered as Draco apparited out of sight.