The Grangers had a very nice car; apparently it was from America. It was much nicer than the Dursleys', who had a car big enough to be a yacht. They arrived at the Burrow in a lot less time than Harry had expected. He and Hermione didn't really talk during the trip; Harry just didn't feel comfortable talking in front of Hermione's parents; it was the same way to Hermione. The Burrow looked a lot nicer than it was last time they had been there. It was now standing up straight, and was painted to look more like how houses are supposed to. Personally Harry preferred it the other way, it just looked more Weasley-ish. They saw another car in front of the Burrow. It was a silver sports car that reminded Harry of the one Dean Thomas, one of his friends, was always talking about. Hermione said it was Bill's. Why he would bring a car all the way from Egypt when he could just use Floo powder, Apparate, or Fly Harry couldn't even begin to imagine. Not surprisingly Ron was sitting on the doorstep waiting for them to arrive. As soon as Harry and Hermione stepped out of the car he rushed over to them. When Ron hugged Hermione first and didn't seem to notice Harry for a minute Harry sniggered.
"What are you going on about?" Said Ron.
"Nothing." Harry said while he was trying to keep down his sniggering down to a bare minimum. He stopped when he heard Ron muttering unintelligibly. He knew Ron too well to think he was saying something good. Hermione's parents told them to head inside and they would get the bags.
"Thanks Mum! Dad!"
She gave them each a hug before she went inside. Harry knew that they had remodeled the Burrow, but he didn't know just how much. Everything looked sparkling and brand new. Mr. Weasley had even gotten a hold of a television. Unfortunately he had taken it apart before any of the Weasleys got to use it.
"Really upsetting too," Said Ron, " I didn't even get to watch Monty Python!"
Monty Python's Flying Circus was a TV show that the Twins, Fred and George, had heard about from a friend and had gotten hooked on. When they were going up the stairs to Ron's room Harry saw a very pretty girl who looked about sixteen with waist-length flaming red hair like Ron's and sparkling green eyes come out of Ginny's room.
"Ron, who's that?" He said.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten Ginny!"
It took a few seconds for that to sink in. How could that be Ginny? She's almost as tall as Ron! Thought Harry. She saw him gaping at her.
"Hi Harry! Nice to see you too; hi Hermione!"
Ginny walked down the stairs. Harry was wondering why she didn't act shy around him anymore.
Ron, seeing the surprise on Harry's face said, "She's finally gotten over you, Harry. Apparently she's gotten herself a boyfriend but she refuses to tell us who it is. Fred says she's following in Hermione's footsteps."
Hermione gave him a playful slap on his head, which was pretty hard to do considering Ron had added three inches to his already tall height, and she hadn't grown an inch. Now even Harry was taller than her.
They continued to Ron's room. The Weasleys had redecorated Ron's room too; instead of the bright orange it used to be it had more of a blue and turquoise theme. Pigwidgeon had grown too, now it was starting to look more like an actual owl than a fluffy brown snitch.
"Looks like not all of what you own is rubbish, Ron." Said Hermione.
"Well I don't own Pig, I'm his friend!"
Then a voice from behind the door spoke up,
"Ron, you're acting like one of those animal nutters."
The Twins stepped into the room.
"I am not!"
"Sure Ron, sure. Just keep telling yourself that." Said Fred, or was it George.
They had grown even more identical, if possible. Harry couldn't even tell them apart. They heard Mrs. Weasley calling them. As they walked down the stairs Fred felt like they were being watched, but when he turned around there was no one there.
To Snoogy-Woogy, I love you more than anyone else and I wish you would be Mrs. Hermione Weasley.
- Love,
- Ron
When Ron came back on in the room he found Harry rolling on the floor laughing.
"What the heck are you doing?"
Harry couldn't speak, he was laughing so hard, he just pointed to the notebook. Ron opened it up and looked at it. Harry saw the rage come storming up his face all the way up to his hair, which seemed to be standing on end.
"Fred! George! Get in here!" Ron shouted.
The Twins ran into the room.
"Yes mother dear." They said simultaneously.
He shoved the page in their face.
"What! Did! You! Do! This! For!" Ron screamed again.
"We just wanted to leave Hermione a little surprise!" They said innocently.
"You had better run! C'mon Harry! Help me kill them!"
Everyone in the house stuck their heads out of their rooms only to see three red blurs and a black blur streak by. Ron had gotten past Ginny's room before he noticed Harry wasn't chasing. After a couple of seconds Harry flew down the stairs on his Firebolt. He knocked down Fred and George.
"Hey! No fair, we didn't know he was gonna fly!" Said Fred.
You could still see the anger in his face; Harry knew he wasn't going to let his brothers off that easily.
"You'd better watch it at Hogwarts. I'll get you back for that; I swear I will. I'll hit you when you least expect it, or when you most expect it, or somewhere in between. It will be something that the school will remember for a long, long time." Said Ron with a maniacal glint in his eyes. "I'll get you. Hehehehehehe…"
Ron walked off to plan his evil scheme.
"Boy, I think you really did it this time." Said Harry.
"Don't worry, we can handle it!"
Harry smiled.
Little do they know what Ron and I have got up our sleeves! Thought Harry, because he had thought of the prank birthday T-Shirt that Ron had gotten that said SNAPE, or Slytherin Needs A Poke and an Exorcist, and a pair of pants that had the words "I've Got Two Legs" written on the back with little hearts sewn all over them. Unfortunately for Fred and George Hermione knew the Duplication charm. Plus Harry had gotten some SuperSlick hair gel, a tube of permanent hair color the same as Malfoy's, and Rogaine, just in case.
That night Harry, Ron and Hermione got to work. Hermione used the stunning spell on the Twins so they wouldn't wake up while the three were doing their dastardly deed. They put a silencing charm and a locking charm on the door so they wouldn't be disturbed. It took them about an hour, and after they were done they all cackled evilly, especially Ron.
The next morning the screams awoke the whole house. Everyone ran down to the living room. Fred and George were there, and they were wearing matching "SNAPE" shirts, matching "I've Got Two Legs" Hip-Huggers, and had hair that looked exactly like Malfoy's. Ginny mentioned this, and Fred and George burst into song about how they love Draco and how they think his hair is beautifully shiny.
"What did you do to us?" Said Fred.
"And an even better question, when will you make it stop?"
"Sorry guys, it will last for exactly two weeks. You won't able to take the clothes off until then either." Said Hermione with the most evil grin anyone could possibly have.
"But we can't do this for two whole weeks, think of our reputation! I'm Head Boy!" Said Fred.
Everyone's jaws dropped open, even George's.
"Y-y-your Head Boy? But I'm your Twin! You didn't even tell me! And what's this about your reputation?" Exclaimed George.
"Honestly George, you don't get it? If we look like this we'll never be able to pull off pranks unnoticed! As for reputation, I want to have it show that I am the most prank-loving person in the world! And if I'm Head Boy we'll be able to get away with more stuff!"
"Sorry Fred, I wasn't thinking. Truce?"
"Truce."
George walked up to Fred and punched him in the stomach; Fred returned the favor. Then they walked off to their room to plan more pranks.
"I just don't get them." Said Harry.
"Guys, it's time to go!" Said Mr. Weasley.
The Twins didn't have to travel by a Portkey like the rest of them because they had learned how to Apparate. Harry really didn't like traveling by Portkey, it reminded him too much of what happened last year. Mr. Weasley and the Twins were getting the bags since they were Apparating. They all touched the moldy old sock and felt the familiar tug and before they even had time to think they felt the stone floor of Kings Cross Station beneath their feet.