A/N: I know, I Know. in the last chapter i sed it was over. but i changed my mind. im gonna add more and more chapters FOREVER! so we continue this story with the day harry sets off to hogwarts for another year :).
Harry woke up and lay with his eyes closed, absorbing the atmosphere and the peacefulness of the darkness.
He had almost drifted back to sleep, when he felt a strange warmness in his legs. Bolting upright, he looked down in growing alarm as he realised his trousers were on fire.
Jumping out of bed with a shriek, he proceeded to run about the room like a headless chicken, when Fred and George fell out the cupboard, laughing.
"FRED? GEORGE?" yelped Harry almost toppling out the window.
"Aguamenti!" laughed Fred, pointing at Harry's trousers.
"Y y- y- you were e- e- e- eaten, b- by my t- t- trunk?!?" whimpered Harry.
"Nahhhh your trunk is a porthole to Mars, we got the knight bus home" said George, wiping his eyes.
"Then Dad made us collect you for Hogwarts" Fred sighed.
"LEVICORPUS" yelled George.
Harry flew up in to the air by his ankles.
"What was your explanation for that?" growled Harry.
George began to explain to Harry that there was no real explanation, he just felt like it.
In the meantime, Fred was absentmindedly looking through Harry's trunk, to see if he could find any incriminating evidence that might get Harry sent to Azkaban for a short time.
As George was talking to Harry, Fred realised that this was the same trunk which tried to eat him only the year before.
Fred looked at the trunk.
The trunk looked at Fred.
Fred looked at the trunk with a raised eyebrow.
The trunk growled at Fred.
"And that, Harry, is why -" George paused as there was an almighty roar and a bang from the other side of the room.
Dropping Harry to the floor with a thud ("Oww!" whined Harry), George looked round at the trunk in exasperation, only to see Fred's shoe beside it.
"Not again." He sighed. "Bad trunk!"
The trunk whimpered and shuffled to the corner.
"Oi! Come back here with my brother!" George called after it, before Harry tackled it.
George picked it up and began to perform the Heimlich maneuver to try and "rescue" his brother.
With a rather sickening squelching sound, Harry thought, Fred appeared, holding a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.
"What was that for?" he demanded, brandishing the socks at George. "I was only looking for these!"
"Stay away from me with those!" Harry said, diving under the bed on the other side of the room.
Later, at London Kings Cross station, Harry began the charge at the 9 Harry's trolley was a milimetre from the wall when two things happened; Harry's trolley bounced off the wall and Harry realised his trolley was not a trolley but was a woman's pram with her baby in it.
The woman started to scream, security ran towards Harry and Fred pointed at the sign of the wall that read 'Platform 8'.
Harry dived sideways, James bond style, grabbed his firebolt and shussed straight down the train station.
"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME" yelled one of the security guys.
Harry shot straight through the 9 wall and out of sight.
"Maybe he can, where'd he go?" said the security guy, rather confused.
Harry was now being unstuck from the wall (which he had crashed into) by other students.
"Harry what happened?" asked Hermione.
"Don't ask O.K?" Snapped Harry, falling to the ground and looking at the remains of his firebolt.
TO BE CONTINUED...