Ok here's chappie number three! I haven't gotten any reviews from my last ones and it kind of makes me sad. :( See, sad face. I'd like to know if you people actually like this story so please don't be afraid to review! Thanks!

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, but it would be awsome if I did. I own Jay and Shadow, that's all.

After dinner was over Molly instructed her children to go and pack for school. The train left tomorrow and I was bubbling with excitment. Hogwarts! My second home! Well, third actually. I guess The Burrow would be considered my second home, but oh well. That doesn't matter. You know why? Cause we're leaving tomorrow! I was so excited that I could probably do a small dance and a series of fist pumps, but I refrained myself. I knew that if one of the twins saw it, I would never live it down and they would never let me forget.

After I had helped clean up the dishes, I went upstairs to the guest bedroom that I was staying in. I couldn't help but wonder what that special event was that Molly had mentioned earlier though. I guess I'll find out sometime tomorrow. I threw myself onto the bed, on my stomach, and snuggled up into the covers when I heard two sets of chuckling near my door. I lifted my head from the oh-so-soft pillow and saw that Fred and George were leaning against the doorframe.

"I believe she's tired Freddie." George said as he walked over, sitting down on my left side.

"I believe you're right." Fred said doing the same, only to my right.

I flipped myself over so I was on my back and propped up on my elbows. "I thought you two were supposed to be packing?" I raised a suspicious eye brow at them before letting myself fall back onto the bed, reveling in how good it felt. I even stretched my arms upward, but quickly put them back down when I felt multiple cool fingers glide across my stomach, making me laugh slightly.

"We were-" George started, attempting to keep at the tickling, but I grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't try to pull away either, he sat there and let me hold it. But I was on the verge on falling asleep so I wasn't really aware of the actions I took. I just wanted him to stop tickling me so I could fall asleep.

"-but we're already finished." Fred finished, smiling lightly from the scene that was taking place before him.

Little to their knowledge I was already fast asleep and curled up into a small ball, even after the small tickling. The day's events had really wiped me out! My hair had fallen sometime ago from the ponytail that it was in. I believe the band broke in midfall during that muggle Mister game. Or Twister, whatever it was called. I'll get it one of these days. If not I'll just have to bug Harry to find out.

Fred and George stared down, rolling their eyes at me. Getting up, George gently tried to pull his hand away so he could pick me up and lay me in bed, but appearently I refused to let go so easily. He brought up his other hand and gently pried each of my fingers from his own. He then picked me up and laid me in bed while Fred pulled back the covers. Once I was all tucked in, I grabbed the cover and snuggled into it even more, if that was even possible of course.

"Bless her." Fred said while turning and walking out the door. He turned to George, who was still by my bedside, and asked, "You coming or are you going to stare at her all night?"

George flipped off the light switch and shot and semi-angry, semi-playful look at his brother before quietly closing the door. "No. I'm tired too. I'm going to bed." Both of the red-headed wonders went to their separate rooms and turned in for the night. But I on the other hand was already tossing and turning in my sleep.

I sat at the long table in the middle of Fred and George as Dumbledore made his yearly announcements about how this was off limits, and that was forbidden. It as actually quite boring to be honest. I had to suppress the urge to lay my head down and take a short nap. But then he said something that peaked my interest a little. He said that Hogwarts was to be hosting some kind of legendary event. Something called the Triwizard Tournament.

He then mentioned something about a Goblet of Fire, and how three champions would be selected. But then he said something about being seventeen and that caused an absolute ruckus to all those who were underage.

Fred and George yelled that it was rubbish while everyone else made a commotion about how unfair it was. I shifted in my seat a little bit to get a good look at what he was unveiling to everyone and a gasp escaped from me from the beauty of this object.. It was a large trophy like thing. Dragons were its handles and the cup itself was the color of a beautiful bright blue.

But then, something odd happen. I felt myself begin to shake, and I wasn't the one doing it. "Jay! Come on Jay we're going to be late!" Came a voice. But it sounded as though it was off in the distance. It almost sounded like Harry.

"Move, I'll wake her up." Came another.

I felt my backside collide with the wooden floor beneath me as the blanket floated down and covered my entire frame. I let a groan escape from my mouth as I began to stand up, pain going through my body. And the fact that I had pulled those muscles yesterday didn't help at all. "Oww." I mumbled while rubbing my sore bum.

"See, I told you I'd get her up." A guy said somewhat proudly, crossing his arms over his chest in the process.

"Blimy, after what you did to her yesterday mate, you may not want to be acting so casual. She may get revenge on you." Came the voice of one of the twins I believe.

I pulled the covers from my head and looked up to see Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron all staring at me. I was positive that my hair was an absolute mess and that my clothes were going every which way, but it was morning. No one looks good in the mornings. Well almost no one. I do remember that one time that George and I had to sleep on the couch due to Fred and him experimenting in his room. They blew it up along with the guest bedroom. Poor bloke, he woke up the next morning and you would have sworn that someone had put gel in his hair because of its anti gravity style. He looked rather...cute.

Getting up, I leaned on the bed post while letting out a large yawn, squinting my eyes in the process. "What time is it?"

I saw Ginny glance down to her wristwatch. "It's about 7:00. The train leaves at nine and we need to get going. Mum sent us up here to wake you since the guest room doesn't have an alarm."

"Oh I see then." I was about to say something along the line of thanks when Molly's voice rang through all our ears.

"Jay dear! Shadow has arrived! He seems to be looking for you! Would you come down and calm him!" She shouted from downstairs. More than likely in the kitchen cooking breakfast. That woman does like to cook.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" I yelled back.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny all went back down stairs and I was in pursuit, but a set of arms crossed in front of me, not allowing me to pass. I rubbed my eyes and tried to break through once more, but I failed, miserably I might add. I tried once more, just walking forward and rebounding when I didn't get though.

"Oh come on guys, it's too early for this." I said while 'trying' to push past them. I actually wasn't really putting forth much effort at all. I was too focused on getting all the icky stuff from my eyes. You know that crusty stuff you get in the corners when you sleep? Yea that glorious stuff.

I heard them laugh and before I knew it I was picked up by someone and threw over their shoulder. That my friends woke me up big time. I began to look around frantically while trying to have some type of balance so I would fall off. He wasn't doing a very good job of keeping me up there and the last thing I needed to do was fall down the stairs again!

"H-Hey! Put me down, I can walk by myself you know!" I said, pounding on one of the twins back. I believe it was George? Maybe it was Fred? I was too tired to tell at the moment.

"Hey now, that kind of hurts Jay-" Fred said through a series of chuckles. Ah so it is Fred.

"-besides you weren't moving fast enough, so-" George added.

"-we'll just help you along." Fred finished for him and before I knew it we were downstairs. Fred placed me on the floor gently and I ran over to Shadow. He seemed very happy to see me. He flapped his wings around and hopped a little bit on the perch he was sitting on.

"Shadow! I'm glad you made it in time!" I told him while gently stroking his dark feathers. He chirped at me and nuzzled his head into my hand a bit as a sign of affection. Shadow was jet black with the most beautiful amber eyes you could imagine. He was also very kind and hardly bit anyone. I couldn't ask for a better owl.

"Jay, you aren't even dressed deary. Are those the clothes you wore yesterday?" Molly said while setting plates down for breakfast and looking at my wrinkled attire.

I glanced down at myself and scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "Well I may have fallen asleep before changing, but I'll go do that now!" I turned to go up the steps and was thankful when no one tried to stop me this time.

Fred nudged his brother in the side and whispered through a grin, "Why don't you go help her out Georgie? I'm sure you'd like to." He received a nice stomp on the foot for that. Though he was satisfied with the slowly creeping that that made it's was from his neck to his cheeks.

I opened up the bedroom door and grabbed my trunk. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a purple, short sleeved shirt. After changing I brushed out my long hair, wincing from the tangles that had accumulated through my tossing and turning last night. Not to mention the painful tumble I took only minutes ago. Once satisfied, I put my dirty clothes in a separate part of my trunk, closed it, and headed back down stairs to eat that delicious smelling breakfast.

"Okay, I'm ready now." I said while making an attempt to sit down beside Harry, but something caught my wrist and started to gently pull me in the opposite direction. Glancing over I saw George had a firm grip and was insisting that I sit next to him. No one seemed to notice though, just like last night. I blushed at the thought of how sweet George was too me. Actually, I need to get Ron back for that. Oh well, I'll think of something eventually. Besides, it can't be too hard when your best friends are the biggest pranksters around. I started to giggle out of nowhere from the things they would want to do to poor Ron and had caught the attention of those around me.

"What's so funny Jay?" Ginny asked, looking for any sign of something that she must have missed during her devouring of the yummy food.

"N-nothing. I was just thinking, that's all." I replied, refraining myself from a future outburst of random laughing. I began to eat when Ron piped up.

"Hey mum, what's that thing that's happening at school this year?" Ron suddenly asked out of nowhere, a waffle crammed down his throat. I was surprised that the poor boy wasn't choking at that moment.

"I can't tell you that Ron. You'll find out after you get to school." She said calmly, eating a bowl of oatmeal.

I myself was actually quite enjoying breakfast, but my thought wondered to that odd dream I had last night. About that tournament. Maybe that was the special event? I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt something nudge my foot. Trying to be sneaky I quickly glanced down and saw that George was nudging my foot with his. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw that he had a full blown smirk etched across his face. But he didn't show it to anyone, he continue to eat his breakfast.

Picking up on the small game, I nudged my foot to his, only a bit harder. He in turn lifted his foot and pressed it down onto my bare one. His shoe dug into my skin and I bit my lip to keep from giving in. He didn't let it linger there long though, he must have seen my horror struck face. Since I was NOT going to put my foot back in danger again, I slapped him on the side of the leg.

George cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude, but still didn't say anything. Everyone else was so engrossed in their own conversation; they failed to notice the silent battle going on only a few feet away. George, after putting down his fork, leaned over and shoved me with his shoulder, making me lean over a bit, spilling the contents of my spoon.

I let out a sigh and faked a yawn, bringing up my arms and 'accidentally' bumping him in the jaw while he was chewing a piece of his toast. He must not have like that very well. While a small smirk dangled on my face, I attempted to eat a piece of egg. But sadly for me, I never got to. Instead, I let out a small squeak.

George, being the brilliant and evil mastermind that he was, had silently reached underneath the table and squeezed my leg, making me jump slightly. He didn't bother to remove his hand either, he only looked at me and asked in an almost sickening casual voice, "What's the matter Jay? Is something wrong?"

I cleared my throat and replied, "No. Nothing at all." I began to go for my eggs again, hoping that I may be able to eat them now. But I was wrong. George squeezed again, only harder and didn't let go. The sensation that shot through me was horrible! I felt as if my leg was being tickled all over by a feather or something. I reached down with my free hand and tried my best to pry his hand off, but every time I would get a finger loose or something, he would only squeeze harder.

I blinked a few times before Molly stood up and made an announcement. "Alright you lot. Best be going now. The train leaves in about and hour."

Everyone began to stand up and I followed. George had let go but appearently wasn't finished. He stood behind me and reached out, grabbing my sides ever so lightly, and making me cover my mouth quickly. If not, I would have burst with a small giggle right then and there. He continued his torture all the way from the kitchen to the train. I was going to be a long ride, but then again...I didn't really mind.