Yay! Long chapter! Go vacation!

I think the story's current course of events stems from Fred Weasley being a favorite character of mine... (ooh! Spoiler!)

The first month of summer was mostly spent at Draco's house, where Harry got reaquaintted with Draco's friends from Hogwarts. Most remembered him and where genuinly surprised that Harry had not been in attendance with them at the school. Harry merely smiled and addmitted sheepishly he was being tutored in private and that usually appeased whoever he was talking to.

Pansy Parkinson however was less than accepting of this.

"Well it's just such a shame! We were all looking forward to hanging out with you more. Is it because your family is so closely connected to the Dark Lord?"

The girl hadn't even bothered to lower her voice!

Many of the other people currently standing in the Malfoy's sitting room turned to look at a slightly embaressed Harry and an equally oblivious Pansy standing there.

"Ah, yes." Harry coughed, "If you'll excuse me I need to go... over there... now." Harry quickly left Pansy standing there, wondering why she was being so thouroghly rejected. However Harry didn't care and he instead headed over to stand next to Draco, who was in an in depth conversation with Blaise on something Harry didn't bother to pay attention to.

Eventually Draco turned his attention to Harry, "Hi Harry, had your fill of Parkinson then?"

"More than my fill." Harry said, "That girl has no tact whatsoever!"

"Daphne could have told you that you know." Draco said, "She tries to avoid her all the time but she just keeps coming back."

"I think a book on repelling charms will be my next Christmas gift to her." Harry said, the annoyance leaving him as they talked. Blaise snorted and Draco chuckled.

"So anyway Harry, how's life?" Draco asked as Blaise walked off, or more accuratly, was waved off so Draco could get the juicy information on things only he was privy to.

"Well, Dad's better. He walks around for short periods of time now, mostly to yell at people waiting to report to him in his office. He still coughs blood though."

"Gross."

"I know right? Anyway, Aunt Narcissa taught Barty how to make the Elixir of Life so now he makes it at the manor. Says it's alot safer."

"I expect, although unless my mom was attacked by a stray wolf or something apparating infront of your house from mine I don't really see how something can happen from her bottling it to her delivering it."

"Don't you mean my dad drinking it?"

Draco held his hands up, "Hey once it's out of her hands it's not her responsibility." Draco smirked, and after a moment so did Harry.

"So why is Pansy over here... infact why is anyone over here? I thought you hated alot of these kids."

"Doesn't mean I shouldn't remain popular in there eyes. You may not know it Harry, but at school, I'm a major celebrity among Slytherin. Hey no need to go rollin' your eyes now!"

"Sorry, it just sounded so funny!"

"Well if you're gonna be rude-"

"I'm so scared. Hey, is Daphne coming by today?"

"Can't, she's in Paris with her uncle."

Harry sighed in disapointment. He missed Daphne, she was almost as much fun as Draco.

"Hey Draco, whadda ya say to a quick game of Quidditch?" Blaise called from across the sitting room.

"Not enough people."

"We could play catch, just toss a quaffle around or something." Harry said, getting up. He pulled Draco to his feet and Pansy and Blaise followed them out the door.

It was teams of two, Pansy and Blaise agianst Harry and Draco. They seperated the playing field in the garden by the large tree in the middle, the goal posts the large trees behind either team.

From the second floor study window, Lucius and Barty watched as the teams went at eachother, neither holding back. Harry and Draco had long since mastered the art of riding a broomstick, and Blaise and Pansy where a good, if slightly less than equal match. Pansy chased Harry, who held the large red ball in one arm, like a mad woman. Shouting jeers and light insults to distract him while Blaise attempted to pop out of nowhere and steal the ball, but was blocked by Draco practically everytime.

"They're good." Lucius said as Harry scored the first goal of the game, flying over to high five his best friend while Pansy retrieved the ball.

"They have been flying since they could walk, and flying together for almost that same amount of time," Barty said, "I think Draco will make a fine leiutenant when Harry takes over."

"If he takes over Barty, the Master does have the Philosopher's stone remember?" Lucious said, quickl to correct Barty's mistake for him.

"Ah that's right. Well either way, Draco will be a good ally to have. One who's loyal on and off the battlefeild has to be born out of friendships like this I imagine."

Lucius grinned with pride, sipping his tea before turning to Barty, "I know the Master is planning something Barty, I just can't figure out for the life of me what it is."

Barty shrugged, "I know it has to do with Dumbeldore. The Triwizard Tournament is in two years and the Dark Lord has plans surrounding it."

"Why would he plan around such an event?" Lucius asked.

Barty shrugged, "It's a school event and Dumbeldore is headmaster of a prestigious school that's bound to be involved in it? I know it connects Dumbeldore with whatever he has planned."

Lucius leaned across the desk that was separating the two, a crooked grin on his face, "You're lying, you know more than that."

Barty grinned back, enjoying being on the better end of their little power struggle, "Yeah, I do Lucius, but I'm under orders not to breathe a word until the person I'm talking to needs to know." Lucius sat back disgruntled, "Sorry mate. Maybe one day."

"It's simply dreadful being third in command."

"I'd say fourth. Bella'll always be second-even when she's locked up in Azkaban." Barty said, sipping his own tea.

Outside, Blaise scored his team's first goal, causing Pansy to whoop with excitment. Harry and Draco merely looked at eachother and dove after the whooping Pansy, intending to drive her towards the lake as a joke.

"What is he planning, just let one measly detail slip."

Barty looked to consider it, "Nope, to dangerous. How 'bout I tell you about the plan I'm supposed to though?"

Lucius slumped in his chair, "I guess."

Ouside, Pansy, overreacting as usual, nearly drove head on into the lake, Draco and Harry shouting for her to stop while Blaise looked for the ball he'd thrown. Pansy pulled up in time and instead Harry dove into the lake, losing control of the broom. Both Draco and Pansy began laughing hard, so hard Pansy nearly fell off her broom after Harry and Draco tipped dangerously on his. Harry merely splashed water at both of them and climbed back on, the heavy lake water weighing his clothes down considerably.

"The Dark Lord's plans require the Triwizard Tournament only so long as Dumbeldore is employed at Hogwarts, if he were to say, be removed, the plans could accelerate considerably."

"Why?"

"Can't tell you that part yet. Anyway, remember that old book he entrusted to you years ago?"

"Yeah?"

"Take it out of storage. Entrust it to Draco to hold onto. Tell him specifically to not write in it! If he does he'll get himself landed in alot of trouble. And I mean life threatening trouble."

"Then why am I giving it to him in the first place?" Lucius snarled.

"Because he's going to hold onto it, and here's the fun part, Harry will sneak into the school."

Outside, Harry was having his clothes dried by Aunt Narcissa, who'd rushed out to see what the commotion was. Lucius watched him for a few moments, dumbstruck.

"But... how?!" Lucius asked surprised.

"There are a few passages into the school I remember using as a kid. And apparantly, Harry thinks he has a friend on the inside who'd be willing to help."

"Is he sure though? Not some stupid Gryffindor that'll go running to Dumbeldore the moment Harry askes him to help."

"Well..."

"That's it, I'm calling the Dark Lord! You're mad! You must be lying!" The ball bounced off the office window, it having been magically charmed against shattering years ago. Barty smiled.

"It's not my fault he hit it off with two Gryffindors named Weasley at the train station last month."

"Oh perfect! Just perfect!" Lucius cried, "I fear for the Dark Lord's heir. These are not promising prospects! Not at all!"

"Listen Lucius, just make sure the diary gets into Hogwarts. It's Harry and I's problem from there."

Lucius sighed angrily, going quiet for a long time.

"Fine."

Barty threw an arm up in celebration as he drained his cup.

"Just make sure Harry doesn't get arrested next year."

"I'll try Lucius, I'll try."

The rest of the month of June was spent playing Quidditch, Catch, or wandering the forest next to the Malfoy property, where Harry would scale trees and hang from the branches while Draco watched and they chatted about this and that. Harry would hook his legs around the branches and swing upside down while Draco continually reminded him he could easily fall and break his neck.

"Bring it then." Harry would say, letting go with his arms and letting them hang.

"My dad told me something interesting last night." Draco said as Harry climbed down from one tree, having gotten bored with that particular perch.

"Would it happen to be the plan where you sneak a cursed diary into your school and I use the acursed knowledge of the cursed Weasley to sneak into the acursed school?"

Draco gave a grudging "Yes" and kept walking ahead of Harry.

"Hey, from what you said the twins are dead useful for things other than learning. And that Fred kid seemed to like me."

"You are quick to judge Harry. How do you know he likes you?"

"He said so."

"Not enough to sneak you into the school to do what your going to do!"

"Someone sounds jealous."

"... I am not jealous Harry. Just careful."

"Well knock it off." Harry said, climbing another tree, "I'll tell you when you need to be carefull."

"You know very well that if I'm not careful we're both dead." Draco said angrily from the trunk of the tree. Harry shrugged, muttering "True" as he climbed higher.

"Do you want me to visit before I leave?" Harry asked.

"You can't get into the common room," Draco scoffed, "Their protected by enchantments and a password."

"Ooh, scary. A password!" Harry said in an effort to cover his mistake. He was alot more lax when it was just he and Draco, so therefore he wasn't bound to think absolutely everything through.

"You know very well this isn't going to work anyway. At most Dumbeldore will find out and then you'll have to have Barty hex a couple of waiting teachers. Weasley is a Gryffindor of all things, he wont betray his precious master!"

"You don't know that. And maybe Dumbeldore isn't as important to all the students as you think. I bet most don't really care about him, remember they don't know half the things we do."

"Still... I don't think he's going to do it."

"Maybe he will... I know, let's hang out with him at Diagon alley and then he'll have no choice but to help."

"What?"

Harry dropped from his tree and kept walking, mind fully enraptured in the plan now.

"Yes... If I continue the friendly relations he'd no doubt be willing... especially with what you told me about him being a total dare-devil when it came to breaking rules and all that. Maybe he'd even let me in on even more interesting, and no doubt helpfull, information."

"Are you kidding me? This is a Weasel we're talking about here!"

"Yes, a perfectly vulnerable weasel that has knowldege you don't of how to sneak around, and hopefully into, the castle that contains the monster my father hopes to unleash in an attempt to rid the school of Dumbeldore."

Draco groaned as he followed the now hopelessly wandering Harry, "Harry please, there has to be another way. A hopefully less disgusting one."

"That's right! Draco, you have to be nicer to him, atleast when I'm around. Make him think I'm ignorant of your little war. I know the train station won't help our case but maybe we can still salvage it."

Draco's jaw dropped in shock, what his best friend was asking was completely immpossible.

"Please?" Harry dropped to his knees before Draco, hands grasped together and pleading, "Please, oh please?"

"You act alot more like Barty than you used to you know." Draco said. Harry grinned even wider, the amusement taking hold of the already drawn corners of his mouth.

"I'm desperate here Draco, I need your cooperation for this to work."

Draco sighed, "Fine. But I can't help you when the plan goes down in flames and smoke."

"Smoke rises love, it wouldn't fall with the flames." Harry said, getting up and walking towards the house.

"There's that Barty again!" Draco cried following after, ripping a cackle from Harry.

The school letters arrived a few days before July 31st, Harry's birthday. And with it, a trip was planned to Diagon Alley, it having to be centered around when the Weasley's decided to go.

Lucius wouldn't say how, he and a few of the other Death Eaters being employed at the Ministry, but he obtained the dates the Weasley's would be there through some long and complicated process he refused to talk about. He would go green with either sickness or anger (or as Barty surmised, embaressment and sickness combined) when Harry asked about it and make an excuse to leave the room for a long period of time. Eventually the Dark Lord himself called Lucius to his room to tell him, enchanting the room against any eavesdroppers, like Harry and Barty, until Lucius emerged, red faced. The Dark Lord could be heard laughing inside but was sworn to secrecy.

Draco and Harry walked the streets with Narcissa, pausing to look at the more interesting shop windows while Harry covertely looked around for sign of a Weasley. Spotting two of them walking into a joke shop across the street when he happened to cast a glance around after almost an hour of looking..

"Eh, Draco why don't you go on ahead in, I'll wait out here."

Draco cast him a confused look, until he saw the joke shop across the street and nodded, "Don't stray to far, or else we'll never find you."

"Aww Draco, you take such good care of me." Harry said, voice dripping in sarcasm. Draco rolled his eyes and entered Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions as Harry entered the joke shop and promptly considered exiting. The place was loud and hot and confusing, Harry feared he wouldn't be able to find the door again if he ventured inside lest he find Fred Weasley.

The door banged into him from behind, sending the almost-twelve year old into one of the racks and knocking over several magical joke books. Harry scrambled away from the mess, heading to the other side of the store in an effort to regain his composure before trying to find the twin.

"Hey, it's Haggles!" A boy said behind him, making Harry turn to see exactly who he wanted to in time. Harry sighed, that had been far easier than he'd hoped.

Fred Weasley hurried over and shook his hand, "Perfectly crackin' to see you!" He said pompously.

"No, no, Percy would be more like, 'It's an honor Mr... eh, you!" His twin said. Harry forced a smile, these two were obviously wrapped up in their own joke and far to busy to notice much else.

"Anyway, shouldn't you be with mister pale and scary?" Fred asked, leaning against one of the shelves and fixing Harry with a curious stare.

"Who?"

"Malfoy." His twin clarified, "He's not much liked by us if you can't tell-nor he by us."

"Oh... he's across the street. Yeah, I know what you mean. He started to get on my nerves too so I ducked in here for awhile, figured I'd meet him at Flourish and Blotts in an hour or so what."

"Well, I guess he's not completely lost after all!" Fred said pulling Harry endearingly to his chest and raising an arm in triumph.

"Well you're welcome to hang out with us I guess. So long as you don't spew any of that Death Eater philosophy in our direction." The Twin shrugged, grinning wide.

"Thank you George." Harry said, pulling the name from the ether of his memory, hoping it was the right one.

"Wow, he's better than both of us at names." Fred grinned.

"Thank's. It's Harry by the way, not Haggles."

"We guessed pet names, after all you follow Draco-"

"Ah, I think that's enough on the insults George." Fred interrupted, "Come on, let's get some Ice Cream."

"Cool." Harry and George answered together.

Harry ducked into Madam Malkin's long enough to explain to Draco what he was doing then took off, planning to meet Draco and Narcissa at Flourish and Blotts in an hour like he'd said.

Fred and George, for being Mudblood loving traitors like they were, were surprisngly fun to hang out with. Harry made sure to duck or look away whenever someone he knew passed by, but was somehow so discreet about it neither twin noticed. To them, Harry was merely the charming, funny, socialite he'd had the training to be since he was seven. Fred and George ate it up, relinquishing secrets and pranks on passer's by for Harry's amusement everytime he glanced in any given direction.

George left the table to refill their ice cream bowls and Fred turned to Harry, still laughing.

"So do you always travel with the Malfoys?" Fred asked as Harry rubbed an imaginary spot on the napkin dispenser.

"Only on day's like today. My father's been really ill lately, so it's best the house is quiet so the healers can work on him." Which wasn't a lie, Voldemort was still not by any means out of the woods, and Harry had been told the best way he could help was by staying out of the way. That usually meant staying over with Draco most of the day (and some nights) or making himself comfortable in the library window seat with large beat-up pillows, snacks, and large books. He'd so far studied ahead on Sardinian Sorcerer's and Mandrakes. Neither an exciting or pleasant subject to read but, hey, more time to goof off with Barty in the long run.

"Oh," Fred said a little deflated, "That's not very fun."

Harry shrugged, "He's really busy most of the time so I probably could have ended up spending my summer like this anyway." Harry certaintly hoped that was a lie.

"Woah, all summer?" Fred asked, a little surprised, "Okay, you need a reward for surviving most of your stupid summer. That's it's title by the way: Stupid Summer." Harry smirked at the weak humor and that goaded Fred into continuing, "Here," He handed Harry a napkin he'd scribbled hastily onto.

"What's this?" It looked like some sort of address.

"It's my home address. Address the owls there. During the school year address them to Hogwarts, just be sure to put my name on them. The owl knows what to do from there."

Harry extinquished the grin that tried to sneak onto his face, the spark of success in his eyes was withheld from being lit just yet, "Thank you Fred." He said, voice thick in drippy sincerity.

"Least I could do to the underpriveleged." How ironic could that statement get? Harry resisted rolling his eyes as George sat down, passing out the ice cream. He instead slipped the napkin into his robes pocket and stuck his spoon into the creamy frozen desert.

Success was his, he could see it on the horizon.

Fred and George walked with Harry to Flourish and Blotts, Fred the most engaged in the conversation. Harry was surprised to find the twins were rabid Quidditch fans, and even had places on their house team. Harry pictured competeing against them on the Slytherin house team and the conversations seemed to get even more appealing.

As they crossed the threshold, Fred plucked a newspaper off a wire stand by the door and waved the front page in Harry's face.

"Look out Harry, he's comin' for yooooou!" It was a picture of Voldemort, or more accuratly, a sillouhette head in a box with the headline WHERE IS HE NOW? The Dark Lord seem's to have disapeared from activity, but not our fears. Harry ducked below the paper and plastered a grin onto his face.

"He'll never get me!" Harry said, "I'm to good a rich boy to be touched by evil!"

"Ah the ever hopeful." Fred said sarcastically and George laughed. Harry puffed out his chest and cocked his head.

"It's true, daddy's money can buy my protection." Harry said haughtily and both the twins rolled their eyes. Harry broke out of the act and grinned, "Besides, what's big bad Dark Lord need with eleven year old me anyway?"

"Maybe he needs a Junior Death Eater's division?" George asked and Harry shrugged.

The three then pressed further into the shop, Harry keeping an eye out for the very-late Draco and his Aunt Narcissa. He perused through books on pranks, gnomes, werewolves, and a few infamous yet weird witches alongside the twins until they were intterupted by a large display at the back of the shop.

He had glossy golden curls and a set of soft purple robes that clearly didn't belong on a man, in both Harry and the Twin's shared opinion, and he smiled so much it started to make Harry's face hurt.

The man was named Gildroy Lockhart, as he so "devilishly" announced several times, grinning each time.

"This is sickening." Fred said, leaning over to whisper to Harry. Harry merely nodded, to disgusted for words.

"And along with the publishing of Magical Me," the man said, "I have the honor of revealing to you lucky witches and wizards, the wonderous news that I will be your children's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Harry, not much affected by the news, took the moment to ponder, what wizards? Sure there where tons of withces, most old and grandmother-looking with carpet handbags and to much make up and some younger witches mixed in there as well. Not many wizards unless you counted the older bloke who seemed to have been dragged to the scene by his blustery wife or the photographer pushing people this way and that to stay out of his way.

Harry sneered at the man's outrageousness.

"Hey Fred, don't we have to buy that man's books?" George asked.

"Unfortunantly." Fred said, sneering at a nearby copy of Holidays with Hags like it was rabid vermin.

"I think I'll enjoy the letters complaining about this bloke, seems like a real character."

"Try not to mix mine in with Mal-fungus, don't want my genius tainted." Fred said while George inspected one of the books further, poking at the cover with his wand in the hopes of a reaction by the characters on the cover. He was mildly succesful as the warlock on the front-no doubt this Gildroy Lockheart-swatted at him and the Banshee seemed to watch with more interest than she'd been displaying before George had come along.

"I'll seperate them into two stacks, git and genius. I'll let you figure out which stack is assigned to who." Harry said, gaining an ammused smirk from Fred.

"There you are!" Draco cried, running up to Harry from behind and clapping him on the shoulder, "Come on, mother's already purchased the books I need and this git at the back wont stop talking!" Harry smirked, trying to keep up the show to Fred and George that he was annoyed with Draco. He turned to look at the twins and shrugged.

"I'll write you then won't I?" He said and Fred nodded. Harry turned to go, Fred and George calling "Good luck!" As he passed the store's threshold.

"So did it go according to plan?" Draco asked as they followed Narcissa down the street.

"Phase one did at the very least," Harry said, showing off the napkin, "He atleast likes me. Although you would not believe the slandering I had to sit through about my father. I very nearly wanted to tear their heads off towards the end of it."

"Whatever get's it done man." Draco shrugged and Harry smirked, Draco almost never used any form of slang.

Voldemort seemed to get better as the months progressed. The Elixir of Life keeping him alive, but the Death Eaters with healer experience bringing him up to nearly reasonable health by the summer's end. Harry had a permanent corner in Draco's room now and in the Riddle Manor library, both having been occupied enough of the summer to ward others away from it for their own use.

Barty had been especially busy keeping the Dark Lord's plans running, his master having days where even walking was a challenge. Harry was sure to spend the day at Draco's on those days, the sight being especially hard.

Harry almost wished his father would go back to possessing people, but apprantly with the new body came the loss of such a power. His father explained that it was easier when the body he'd had being barely alive, allowing for a more detattched soul to roam free when he wished. This new body had a firmer hold on his soul, making possession immpossible.

But when Harry left with Barty to see Draco off the Dark Lord was standing in the drawing room, drawing up plans for some raid he was hoping to enact in the near future. Yet Harry doubted it would happen anytime soon, his father was still far to weak.

"Are you allright Harry?" Draco asked when he opened the door to let he and Barty enter.

"Yeah." Harry lied, "Just sad I'll have no one but Barty for months to come."

"Watch it, or I'll assign homework." Barty called over his shoulder as he passed and the two boys immeadiatly grinned.

"So you're all packed then?" Harry asked.

"Yep, don't worry, I got the mirror in the bottom so it won't get crushed."

"Good, I may need it this year. Oh, you have the diary?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "I am so sick of hearing about that Diary. My dad's so worried I'll accidentally write in it or something."

"Well he should be. It's cursed."

"With what?"

"Dunno, but it's something dark. Like complicated dark magic dark. That's about as much as I could get out of both my father and Barty."

"How is your father anyway?" Draco asked and Harry's face instantly darkened.

"He's better. He was up walking around trying to plan a future raid when I left."

Draco grinned, "Think he'll let you in on it?"

"No." Harry fumed,"Despite what he says I don't get to do anything!"

"You get to do... whatever the hell it is that involves a Weasley." Draco offered.

"Unless you're right and it doesn't pan out."

"Don't be so negative."

Harry stared at Draco before turning to Aunt Narcissa as she entered the room.

"Hello Harry." Aunt Narcissa said, "We're ready to leave if you two are."

"Course we are Aunt Narcissa." Harry said before Draco could answer, mainly just to be annoying but also to end their current conversation.

"Perfect," Narcissa smiled, "Let's go then. Your father's already waiting for us at the staion Draco."

The scene was almost identical to last year. Parents hugged children that ranged from nervous to excited to ambivelant. Kids ran around greeting eachother or showing eachother different oddities they'd collected over the summer, a few hurried off to the train to secure a good compartment.

Harry stood hugging Draco and Daphne, who was near tears and begging Harry to write her everyday.

"If I do that then there'll be nothing to talk about when you get back." Harry complained.

"I don't care. Do it anyway." Daphne smiled and Harry hugged her again before she left to put her luggage up. Draco followed quickly after her, calling to Blaise to wait up.

Barty leaned down to Harry, the hood obscuring his face from onlookers.

"Still wish you were going?"

Harry looked around, and in his heart it pulled at him to not be able to join the kids around him, to not get to be excited about the coming year or even the coming train ride.

"I'll see the inside of Hogwarts Castle soon enough." Harry said dully, refusing to acknowledge the secret yearn to join his friends. It was alot easier if he just ignored it.

"That's a good way to see it." Barty said encouragingly before someone thumped Harry on the back. He turned to see it was George, grinning and hair aflame like always.

"Hey there." Harry said, slipping on a mask of excitement.

"Thought we'd say goodbye before we left, and invite you to sneak inside the castle sometime to join us in a game of exploding snap." George grinned as he was joined by his brother Fred, who leaned against his twins shoulder, nearly upsetting their balance.

Harry was struck dumb by the statement, the silence becoming awkward before Barty kicked him in the calf and Harry reverted to conciousness.

"Sorry, actually, that idea crossed my mind awhile back. You see, I'll be in the village sometime soon. You know, the village by the castle?"

Fred and George where staring at Harry like he was mad. Evidently, they'd only been joking.

"I just thought it would be an ultimate test to see who was the better rule breaker, you or your predecessors?" Harry said, dangling the carefully chosen bait.

It seemed to be the magic words. Both Fred and George came alive, puffing out their chests with importance.

"We'd be glad to escort you inside, just leave an owl!" They exclaimed at the same time and Harry grinned, knowing he was in. His father would be so proud.

"Perfect." Harry grinned, letting the spark of triumph finally ignite his eyes. He would have cackled like a mad man, but that wasn't proper now was it?

Fred and George high-fived eachother before they were pushed away by their older brother, only obvious by the way he bossed them around.

"Let's go, the train's leaving! Tuck in you shirt Fred it's not gentelmanly to have it hanging out like that. George stick your toungue back in, that's just childish."

"Bye Harry!" George called from behind his brother, who didn't seem to notice he was so preoccupied with the twins.

"Write me!" Fred reminded and just like that the two were gone once again.

And Harry was left feeling like the luckiest kid in the world.

He ran over to the train compartments, waving to Daphne and Draco and the others as the train started to take off, laughing along with Daphne as he chased after the train as it pulled out of the station.

As he walked out of the station with Barty, the Malfoys, and the Greengrasses, Harry felt like nothing could take him down.

And then a kid of about six promptly tore through him and caused poor Harry to end up on the ground again. The kid was a red head and not to finely dressed, causing the twelve year old to wonder with the begining pinpricks of paranoia...

But not even thoughts of revenge could survive in the sunshine of his imagination, although he felt some pleasure as Barty covertly hexed the boy, causing antlers to grow where they shouldn't.

Could today be anymore perfect? Harry wondered.