The rain had started up again outside the Burrow. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the twins were cramped in Ron's bedroom overlooking the Quidditch goal posts and the apple trees. The twins were animatedly discussing their booming business while Hermione was examining the emerald cover of her Wingman.
"We decided the first day of summer break would be a great way to kick off the new product," Fred said, making a pencil zoom around the room, narrowly missing poking Ron in the eye.
"Oy!" he shouted. "Watch it!"
"It was the second day of summer and our first shipment was already completely sold out! Twelve thousand galleons! We were thinking of sending Mum and Dad away on holiday, but with You-Know-Who back, Dad's too busy to leave the office."
Suddenly, the notebook in Hermione's hand begin to quiver and a melodious tune began to play.
"That means you've got mail!" shouted Fred. "Well go on, Hermione, don't be shy. Read it."
Turning scarlet, but with a slight grin on her face, she opened the notebook and scanned the page. Her face fell.
"Harry," she whispered shakily. "I think you'll want to see this."
Confused, Harry pushed himself off Ron's bed and walked over to where she was sitting. She passed the Wingman into his hands. Scowling, he read the thin handwriting.
Hello. My name is Tom Riddle, it read. Who are you?
He suddenly felt like all the air had been ripped from his lungs. This had to be somebody's idea of a prank, but then again, not many people knew what Voldemort's true name was.
"What's it say?" Ron bellowed from across the room. Hermione beckoned him over and he too read the words, his eyes widening in shock.
"Bloody hell," he stammered. "You don't think it could be a joke do you?" he asked, between Harry and Hermione's shocked expressions.
"I dunno," said Harry. There seemed to be a loud buzzing in his ears. "Seems like a sick prank to pull after the Ministry's finally accepted he's back."
"Why are you three being so bloody secretive?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, what's it say?" said George.
Harry handed the notebook to Fred and George, who scanned it and looked up blankly?
"Who's-," George began.
"You-Know-Who," Harry answered him.
"Bloody hell," the twins said in awe.
"But it could just be someone's idea of a prank, right?" asked Ron again. "I mean, you'd have known if You-Know-Who just walked into your shop?"
"Only one way to find out," Fred said. He left the room and came back a minute later with a massive green notebook, ten times as thick as the thin one Harry held in his hand.
"This here is the record of all the twin Wingmen. If You-Know-Who or one of his followers bought one of these, we'd be able to tell if it was twins with Hermione's," he said. "Hand me the notebook, would you Harry?"
Harry passed it to Fred, who waved his wand over the Wingmen while muttering a series of incantations. Suddenly, the massive book flipped open about three quarters of the way and Harry could see that the pages were filled with the names of each of the buyers. One on the lower left hand page seemed to sparkle.
Fred peered down at the sparkling name. "It looks like Hermione's twin was purchased by a Fenrir Greyback. Hold up," he said, giving a start. "Dad's mentioned him before. He's one of You-Know-Who's supporters."
Hermione gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth. "Then that must mean-," she started, coming to realization. "But why would Voldemort want a Wingman?"
"Who knows," said Fred, a huge grin spreading across his face. "But he can't know that we have his twin. George, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
George mirrored his brother's smile. "Catfish."