A/N *does a merry jig* hahaha... eet ees Feerry's turn to do zee honeers weeth thee story-ee. Zerefore, I 'ave adopted a ridicolous-ee-ly bad Franch acceount... becoos a am a raveeing loo-nee-tic. Bonjour.

R*R: Um, yeah, whatever Firry... translation?

Lets try again *rewinds tape*

A/N *does merry jig* hahaha... it is Firry's turn to do the honours with the story. Therefore, I have adopted a ridiculously bad French account (er, accent, I mean... I have nothing against French bank accounts...)... because I am a raving lunatic. Hello.

R*R: Yeah, whatever... translation?

Firry: *pulls face* Oh, very funny, I'm sure, dear R*R... That was perfect English.

R*R: That's what you think...

Firry: *glares, and, now smiling sweetly, gives crowd some fruit*

*Firry gets pelted with fruit*

*Firry hands out proper food... lots and lots of chocolate biscuits*

***

"Shit, shit, shit, we've gotta hide you!" Harry hissed, pulling Draco away from the window and steering him upstairs. "Walk, Draco, please, it'd make my life so much easier..."

"Oh!" Draco gave a mock gasp, "Oxygen... not reaching blood cells. Vision fading... heart slowing... gravity is taking affect upon me..."

"No it's not!"

"Is too, Potter, the same thing happened yesterday."  And Draco collapsed in Harry's arms.

Harry blinked.

The front door swung open with a crash, and Uncle Vernon came storming in, followed by Petunia and a handsome young blonde... oh, and Dudley too, my mistake, Draco's already inside...

There was a split second when everyone was silent, then Vernon screamed, Petunia screamed, and Dudley ran to the kitchen to get some ice-cream, came back – and screamed.

Harry, not wanting to be left out, screamed as well.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!" (That was Vernon)

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" (That was Petunia)

"*snort* *munch* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *snort* *munch*" (that was Dudders)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" (That was Harry)

"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!" (That was... Well, I'm not sure what it was. Possibly brave ol' Bill).

The screaming stopped, and they all looked around at each other.

"Who-is-that?"

"Er, er, er, my, er... er, er, er, my, er..." Harry was hoping that repeatedly saying 'er' would buy him time.

And it did, amazingly enough.

"He's, er, a boy, who, I, er, know, and, he, er... he's my Science Experiment!"

Vernon blinked. "You learn Science?"

"Well, er, yeah, in a manner of speaking," Harry gabbled, "Er, this isn't a boy, he's a, um, ferret!"

"Excuse me?" Draco opened his eyes, and blinked. "I am *not* a ferret!"

"See, he's in denial!" Harry nodded, "I was just taking him upstairs..."

There was a silence.

"Slurp... munch..."

And more silence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Dudley was slightly slow on the 'we've stopped screaming' uptake.

"Duddy-kins!" Petunia swooped down on her son and gave him a huge, great, big, huggy-wuggy. "There, there, don't let the ferret-boy frighten you!"

"I'm not a bloody ferret!" Draco hissed with rage.

"Yeah, come on, Big D, he's half your size anyway," Harry grinned.

Then, half pulling Draco with him (Draco was learning how to walk again) they both dashed upstairs.

As soon as the door shut, Draco rounded on Harry.

"A FERRET?!"

***

Downstairs, the Dursley's were recovering from slight shock.

"A ferret?" Petunia mumbled feebly, and fainted.

"A... another freak boy?"  Vernon muttered, then fainted.

A silence.

"No more ice-cream?" Dudley wailed, staring at the empty carton in his hands... and fainted.

***

-.- Ice-cream, anyone?