"Maybe it was only coincidence that you gained that form when you touched the wand then." George suggested, "You did die and come back."

"Maybe." Harry nodded, "Does it talk about their abilities? Can they do anything magical?"

"It is believed they can sense the desire to commit murder in other beings." Charlie continued to read, "Highly developed senses and feline grace, you don't have that part."

"I'm getting better." Harry grumbled, "Besides that may only be in the stalker form."

"Right." Charlie snickered, "The feline grace can just be in normal movements or you may be able to achieve amazing stunts of balance and control. One was known to be able to walk on a string strung up between two buildings. Jumping higher, more physical strength and stamina are all listed. The list goes on but it just continues to say may have this or that on everything. I don't think anyone really knows the limits of a stalker."

"What do you know about a grim?" Harry asked.

"The myth says if you see one you're going to die." Charlie shrugged as he flipped through the book, "But we all saw you several days ago and we haven't died yet so I would say that part is just myth. People also don't know if they're real or not. They are thought to have strong senses and can probably smell death and disease. They are believed to be very fast or able to disappear. Bad omens blah, blah, blah."

"Then a thestral can only be seen by someone who has seen death." Harry sighed, "They eat raw meat and blood and they are very fond of Luna."

"Well then you'll fit right in." George snickered.

"They also know where every place is. They don't get lost." Charlie pointed out, "Flying is another perk which I know you'll love."

"And they can scare the bajeebes out of anyone." George added, "I think we have a new line of wheezes in the make here."

"What are you going to call them?" Harry asked with a slight grin, "And what are you going to have them do?"

"One thing at a time." George waved him off, "True genius takes time."

"Canary creams take time?" Harry asked he voice full of sarcasm.

"I'm glad you think the creams are genius, thanks." George grinned and ignored the other interpretation of Harry's question.

"Anyway." Charlie rolled his eyes at George's humor and addressed Harry again, "I think we need to test out each of the creatures and see what you can do. We know you can turn invisible but we need to make sure you can do it in any form. Then we can test out some of these others that the book lists. Lastly I think we should fix up an obstacle course and check your reflexes in each form."

"You better go through Poppy before you start." Bill warned as he and Fleur joined them for the meal, "If you push too hard she'll have Harry back on bed rest."

Minerva and Poppy arrived later that morning to give Harry another checkup and talk. The checkup was first and Harry chuckled as Charlie and George sat tensely waiting her verdict on Harry's health so they could begin their testing. George had already pulled a few samples of hair from each form to see if he could use anything. When she cleared him for activity the two of them grabbed her and showed her the list of activities they wanted to test him on.

"What are they doing?" Minerva asked.

"It's a list of tests they want to do on me to find out my abilities." Harry grinned and shook his head, "No book seems to have a clear cut idea of what each of my animals can do so they want to find out. However they don't want to send me back on bed rest."

"Fair enough, I don't want you there either." She smiled fondly, "Now have you thought about returning for your last year?"

"I've thought about it but I just don't…" he started.

"Can I at least make you the same offer I've made the others?" she asked before he could finish.

"Ok." he sighed and waited.

"First eighth years do not have a curfew. You are expected to know how much sleep you need by now and be smart enough to get it." the look she gave him said she was pushing it to really believe that statement, "You will get a curfew if you cause trouble. Second you do not have a dorm in your house. You will not be part of a house and you will not be allowed into their common rooms. We are converting the unused Professor's quarters into dorms that can hold up to four. Each set of rooms has a bedroom, study room and bathroom. I also set up an old classroom to be a common room for you all to get together and study or whatnot. Third if you think yourself proficient enough in a subject you may schedule your NEWT during this summer. If you pass you may skip that class. Fourth you may not participate in the quidditch matches for your house. However, I will allow the eighth years to form their own team and we can schedule matches between you and the house teams. You will not be in the running for the cup. I will be selecting a captain from those that return. Last no eighth year will be chosen to be head boy or girl or as a prefect. Any questions?"

"Do you know who the captain will be?"

"Depends on who returns." she grinned, "I will choose from the returning captains. And if there are none returning I'll give it to the one with the most years playing."

"If we aren't in a house or in the race for a quidditch cup, I would assume house points don't affect us either." Harry was wondering how they would handle that.

"Not the normal points." She admitted, "Each person is earning or losing points on themselves. When you reach a certain number of points you may redeem them for a privilege. Privileges include, weekend trips, buying out a detention or other activities that will be approved on a case by case basis."

"Who would my roommates be?" Harry knew he would refuse to be in the same dorm with Ron.

"I do not know yet." she sighed, "You are the last to reply. I plan on the quidditch captain having a room alone and the rest would be ordered how I see fit. I would not place you in a room with either Messers Weasley or Malfoy. Girls are of course in separate dorms."

"I will schedule my Defense NEWT." Harry sighed, "I am not subjecting myself to that class again."

"Well with four of the six of them trying to kill you I don't blame you." she smiled, "This year I hope to hire an excellent person to fill that position for many years."

"You think the jinx is broken then?" he asked, "And five of the six tried to do me in."

"Snape did not try to kill you it just looked that way." Minerva sighed, "I'm going to ask Bill to check for a curse before I hire the person I have in mind. By the way Snape's portrait appeared behind my chair for about two days before it was moved. He has a better place than Albus does."

"I'll do it on one condition?" Harry grinned, "I want to talk to a few portraits in your office, without you being there to witness. I promise not to damage any of your property or the school's."

"Can I listen to you giving him an earful?" Minerva looked hopeful.

"Sorry but I can't say the words I want to if you're there." he reddened at the admission.

"Give me a cleaned up recap then." she sighed, "I want to know what he was doing. Here is your book list. I have you scheduled for DADA but if you pass your NEWT I will let you drop it."

"Thanks." he shook her hand.

"Now as the returning Gryffindor captain and the player with the most experience will you consent to be the eighth year captain?"

"Yes." Harry grinned.

"Excellent." she smiled at him proudly, "I will see you on the first if not before."

"Thanks Professor, I'll probably come by before the start of school to talk to the portraits." he stated.

Harry spent the rest of the day doing some of the tests Bill, Charlie and George wanted him to do. Fleur had spent the day at her parents and was going to return after dinner. Harry groaned when she produced a French book that had a few things to say about his new forms and more testing was planned. However Molly made them stop all the testing on his birthday. Harry had been forced to compose a list of people to invite to his party.

They day was lively with the few people he trusted in attendance. Outside of the normal group that was in and out of the house, Kingsley, Luna, Andromeda and Teddy all showed up. Harry was overwhelmed when Andromeda introduced him to Teddy and he spent quite some time holding the baby with an awed look on his face.

When it was time to open presents Molly handed him one from Ginny. He took it but decided to wait to open it. He was trying to deal with his anger towards her but it was slow going. He hadn't even begun to deal with his anger towards the other three. It probably wouldn't happen until after he and George paid them back. He opened it later that evening in his room while he was alone. The letter inside was a nice apology for her part in everything. Inside was a nice picture frame with a picture of Dean, Seamus, Neville and Harry. Ron was conspicuously missing although Harry knew he had been in the original picture.

Harry and George were still planning a prank on the other three but Arthur was overseeing it so that they didn't go too far. He had already overruled a few ideas, including George's idea for public nudity. He hadn't overruled the idea of tar and feathers though. The two of them were leaning more towards public humiliation instead of actual pain but George wanted a pain element included. The first step in executing the plan was in some ways simple. George had to return to the shop.

Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie and George were clearly visible standing outside the shop as George wrestled himself into opening and entering the door. Harry was there invisible but giving George words of encouragement. Finally George turned the key and then opened the door. He stepped in but then turned back.

"You better wait here until I dismantle the protections we left." he warned before lifting his wand and moving it in a complicated pattern before announcing loudly, "Voldy is moldy and green and Harry is going to... " Harry threw up a quick silencing charm thinking that what was left to be said shouldn't be heard.

"Hey I wanted to hear what he was saying." Charlie pouted.

"I didn't think Fleur or your Mum wanted to hear what the twins thought I should do to him." Harry shrugged as George motioned them to enter the shop, "Your passcode was about me defeating Voldemort?"

"Yes, we didn't think any self-respecting death eater utter any part of that phrase even if they could guess it." George shrugged, "Doesn't look like there is a lot of work to do."

Harry looked around at the mess on the floor. Spilled potions, wheezes tossed all over, holes in the floor that he didn't want to know how they were created and a lot of dust coating everything. He thought that George had a very different idea of how long it would take to clean it up. But then he looked closer and had to keep himself from laughing when Charlie opened his mouth.

"What do you mean there isn't a lot of work to do." He spouted, "Aren't you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"He isn't seeing what we see." Harry snickered, "George I think you missed one defensive spell."

"Oh, right." he waved his want and the horrendous mess vanished.

"How did you know?" Charlie asked turning on Harry.

"I could see through it." He said, "Not easily but a sparkle caught my eye over in the corner and that helped me to see past it all."

"Ok this we can deal with." Molly breathed a sigh of relief, "Just a bit of dusting. Do we need to pull any of the old products?"

"No they have a shelf life of two years and if anyone would have got through the door without the password all products would have attacked them. Then it would have looked like what you saw." George waved his hand dismissively.

"So when are you going to have a grand reopening?" Bill asked as everyone joined Molly dusting and cleaning.

"A week or so I would guess." George shrugged, "I need to check our inventory and see if anything needs to be made and what, if any, ingredients are running low or need replaced."

By the end of the day the shop was clean and they had a list of things to make and ingredients to order. They still had to make their way into the apartment but that wasn't as important and George could deal with that later when he felt more ready. Opening the shop now was mostly so they could set up the prank. But Harry was sure it would be therapy for George at the same time.

By the time opening day came along they had hired some help and set up the prank. Everything was ready to go when the doors were unlocked and people began to pour in. The three traitors showed up around midmorning. They stood outside and gaped at the bright flashing lights and crowds of people. Hermione was the first one to reach for the door and found it locked. Ron and Percy both tried too but none of them could open it. They stood back thinking the store was too full and wouldn't let anyone else in. However they went back to gaping when three more people entered without a problem.

When Ron tried again it still wouldn't budge, "What is going on?"

"Obviously they're trying to prank us by locking us out." Hermione smirked, "I'll fix this."

She sent an unlocking spell at the door. It rebounded and turned into some kind of green goo that covered the three of them from head to toe. With goo dripping down their faces they looked quite the sight. Then their faces began to redden with anger and Percy and Ron each shot spells at the door. The result was a ton of feathers dropping on them and getting stuck in the goo and then the goo hardened until they couldn't move.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here Harry?" George's jovial voice installed fear into all three of them.

"I don't know George what do you call two wizards and a witch caught in steel goo and covered in feathers?" Harry voice held no amusement and that only served to add dread.

"Do we call this pay back?" George asked.

"Who is that?" a new voice asked.

"Well this won't do at all." George stated, "It can't be pay back if no one knows who it is."

"Shall I clean off their faces?" Harry asked.

"Go ahead but I think we need to add signs so no one misses the opportunity to add their own scorn."

As Harry cleaned their faces the angry red really began to show, "Ah look, bright and shiny faces. I think you better tell them what their signs say since they can't see them."

"Right well for Miss Granger we have the sign labeled the Idiot." George grinned at her scowl, "For my younger brother I think Selfish fits quite nicely."

"And the older one George?" Harry asked with a smile.

"I think the Unemployed fits him the best." George added with a flourish of his wand.

"Let us go." Hermione screamed.

"Ummmm… No." Harry grinned.

"We'll just call Ginny and she'll get us out." Percy sneered.

"No I don't think she will, do you Harry?" George asked sweetly.

"Why don't I just go get her and Dean and we'll find out." Harry pulled open the door and yelled, "Dean, Ginny you need to come see this."

"What?" Dean yelled back as they tried to make their way out of the shop.

"Ron, Hermione and Percy tried to get in." Harry had everyone's attention now and more than just the two called for exited the shop to see what was going on.

"So they tried to force their way in?" Seamus laughed.

"My, my, what a terrible predicament you all are in." Ginny stepped up beside George, she still didn't dare to get very close to either him or Harry but Dean was behind her."

"Ginevra help us out." Percy whined.

"Help you like you helped me?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes exactly." Percy breathed a sigh of relief.