All these thoughts were interrupted by Petunia's voice, "So, what will you need? Is there a list? Harry, hand your uncle the letter." Vernon read the letter over, scanning it quickly, skipping words. "Harry, is there a code that tells you where and what you buy for thins freak school?"
"No, because Dudley isn't supposed to be there!" Harry grabbed the letter. He was about to slam the door in the Dursleys' face, when there was a POP! Vernon quickly turned to the bottom of the stairs. Shuffling as quickly as he could, he grabbed a fire poker on his way.
Coughing came from down stairs. Petunia and Dudley followed, and so did Harry. Marge was in Harry's bed, at this point, still unconscious.
The three Dursleys and Harry stood at the foot of the stairs, Harry not in as much shock as the Dursleys. The smoke settled and two tall red-heads were approaching from out of the fireplace.
"Who are you?" Vernon asked. With as much soot on their faces as there was, is was difficult to tell who it was. But Harry knew. It was Ron's older brothers, Fred and George.
"I'm Fred."
"I'm George."
Both held their hands out to shake with Vernon, but he refused to even stand closer than a foot to them. The twins got the hint, and put their arms down. Over the years Harry had complained to Ron, and Ron complained to his family about Vernon and the others. Fred and George knew the Dursleys weren't the nicest family.
"Why are you here?" Vernon asked, holding up the fire poker to Fred's chest.
"We mean no harm. We are Harry's friends. And, er, we are coming to pick up Harry and someone whom we don't know," George said.
There was a moment of silence. Dudley stepped up, "That would be me," he said timidly.
Another moment of silence. You could hear bullying from down the street. Both Fred and George sinched a smile. Then, fell on the floor laughing. Vernon put the poker in the floor pinning George's pant leg under it. They stopped laughing, and stood up. Not George, he was still pinned to the floor. Vernon lifted the poker, and George quickly stood up.
"What's so funny?"
"Your son, excuse my language, but your son is a mudblood," Fred Chuckled. Harry knew this term well, but not coming from Fred and George. Usually coming from Harry enemy, Draco Malfoy: properly known as Malfoy. He didn't deserve to be called by his first name. From Harry's second year, and even to now Hermione had been called a mudblood: A wizard that has no wizard blood, whatsoever. Harry didn't like that word, even if it was coming from his friends.
"Well, off we go, muggle!" George said. Him and Fred were heading upstairs to Harry's room to get his luggage.
Harry stared side to side, "Could someone please tell me what's going on!"
Everyone stopped and turned to Harry. Harry wished things would go back in time, he didn't know how far back, but back in time. Each year Harry had to face Voldemort, or Tom Riddle (who was the same person), or people who were involved with the "dark side." Now, that Harry thought about it, he never had a very happy life.
"To tell you the truth, Harry, we don't know either. Mum just told us to pick up Harry, and someone else," George explained.
Fred mimicked Mrs. Weasley with a high pitched voice, "'Pick up Harry. Get someone else, Harry knows who I'm talking about. Make sure Harry has his stuff, I'll go shopping with this person and the rest.' That's all she said."
"So, we're off!" Fred ran up the stairs, while George followed.
"On such short notice? Dudikins, you won't be able to say good-bye to you aunt Margie, oh, Dudley, I'll miss you. Call us, be sure to watch plenty of telly," Petunia said, as Dudley followed the twins up the stairs.
What did Dudley think they were doing taking a portal through the window? He had no reason to go upstairs. They are going to use the Floo Network, since Harry nor Dudley knew how to apparate. Shortly after the luggage came quickly, not being carried by Fred or George, but Dudley. How'd they manage to get him to carry the luggage, Harry thought.
"How are you getting to the school? Wait, how'd you get into our house?" Vernon studdered.
"We apparated. No time to explain," George said.
Fred took a sack of Floo powder out of his pocket. He grabbed a handful stood in the fireplace, shouted, "Weasley House," threw the powder on the soot. Green flames sprouted, and he disappeared. The Dursleys were amazed, but this wasn't knew to George or Harry. Then Dudley went. George explained what to do, of course. Then Harry, finally George threw the powder, shouted, "There is no Telly at Hogwarts," and disappeared.
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O.k. Chapter four: take 3. I've been having some technical difficulties with my story, and submitting it. I figured out the problem: I forgot to write this part. DUH! I could've sworn I wrote it but whatever. I'm back to writing. I've had an urge to write more, but haven't had the time. I'll have another chapter up soon. For those who like it, stay posted!
Nikikeya-chan again- thank you for the title idea. I'm glad you like my story. I'll put you as a character, and I'll make sure you're alive in the book. I don't like writing about real people that are dead, only made up names.
Ashmee- I'm on it. I deleted the first visit from the Weasley twins, and added this and made corrections. :).