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        Harry was walking with Ginny, having just come out of the MagiCinema. He had just watched 'I was a teenage Werewolf' with Ginny.

        'That was so scary, Harry!'

        'Yeah, it was wasn't it? Was that why you were clutching my hand so tightly?

        'Oh I was? Sorry!' Ginny giggled

        'Yeah, I hope so!' said Harry, looking down at his hand, which had deep claw marks in it.

        'Let's go for a small snack before we go back. I'm hungry.'

        'Sure, let's go.' Harry said and tripped over his own feet. He was falling… falling…

He hit with a thump.  Harry opened his eyes. He had fallen out of bed and was lying in his duvet.

        'Harry...?' came a sleepy voice from the bed next to his. 'Are we under attack?'

     'No, it's nothing…Go back to sleep'

     'Ok…' yawned Ron as he rolled over and went back to sleep.

 Going to the MagiCinema…

        Ever since that letter bearing the trademark Hogwarts seal arrived with specific orders from Dumbledore to leave the Dursleys' and stay at Ron's for the rest of the holidays had arrived, he had been at the Weasleys', where life was a lot more interesting. At least he could sleep late here, remembering his past life with the Dursleys. Think I'll sleep a while more, he thought to himself.

        He awoke to a sharp pain in his stomach and the sounds and smells of cooking in the kitchen below. In the bed beside his, Ron was stirring and beginning to wake up.

        They joined the rest of the family in the kitchen and were greeted to the sight of a massive food fight. Fred and George were Banishing slices of toast at each other to cries of 'got you now' and 'stay still'.

    'WHAT ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?' shouted Mrs. Weasley, having come in carrying plates piled high with scrambled eggs and what looked like ham. She looked at Harry and Ron briefly, flashing them a quick smile, before her eyes narrowed and she returned to Fred and George.

    'HE started it!'

    'I started it? Look who's talking!'

    'Oh, sure, frame me for your crimes.'

    'Oh, sure…' Fred said mockingly.

    'Why, you -!' shouted George, Banishing a piece of toast at Fred but hitting his mother by mistake.

    'ALL RIGHT, THE TWO OF YOU, STOP IT IMMEDIATELY!' Fred and George quietened down under quickly their mother's stern glare.

Turning to Harry, Mrs. Weasley remarked: 'those two just get worse every day. I don't know what to do with them. By the way, Arthur,' she said to Mr. Weasley, who was about to leave for work, 'I'll be bringing them to Diagon alley later to get their school books and stuff, is there anything you need?'

    'Thanks, but there's nothing.' Said Mr. Weasely before rushing out the door.

        Harry and Ron sat down at the table, Harry sitting in the empty seat beside Ginny.

        'Hey, Harry, why don't you sit with Ron anymore?' Fred asked mischievously.

Harry decided to ignore him and continued to eat.

        Ron finished first simultaneously and left the kitchen. As he departed, Mrs. Weasley reminded ' Hurry, today's the Grand Opening of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George shouldn't be late!'

        The year before, Harry had given the Weasley twins his Triwizard Tournament Winnings, which consisted of a hundred Gold Galleons. They had used this enormous sum of money to start Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the grand opening of which was that morning.