"AHHHH!!!" From downstairs Aunt Petunia screamed. Harry ran downstairs, thinking something was wrong.

He skipped every other stair. Maybe Lord Voldemort had finally decided to come. No wait, that couldn't be right. Dumbledore had made it clear that Voldemort couldn't hurt him while he was with family.

Surely Voldemort would know that...

He turned the corner into the living room, he drew his wand to see -

Fred and George emerging from the fireplace.

Uncle Vernon had obviously made it to the living room before Harry, because his face was purple, and he was stuttering incoherently.

Harry looked at Fred and George, dusting the soot off of themselves.

"Oy, Harry, is our little Ron here yet?" Fred asked. They both looked at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and broke into wide grins.

"See, I told you that Floo Powder was the best way to freak out the muggles," Fred grinned.

"I still say Apparating would have had a better affect," Muttered George.

"Next time we'll see," Grinned Fred, then looked back at Harry.

Harry broke into a grin, and shook his head. "No, their not here yet," He smiled. "Shouldn't you guys be watching the shop right now or something? Ron didn't tell me you two were coming."

"We put Lee in charge of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, while we came to little Harry's birthday. And we didn't tell Ron that we were coming too," Fred said.

"And this is for you," Said George, handing Harry a box of Skiving Snackbox. On the top it had an order form, to order more of them or other things from the store.

"Incase your new defense against dark arts teacher is another brute, or for Snapes class," Fred whispered.

"And you don't think that the other teachers have caught on yet?" Harry asked flatly.

"True my boy, true! But the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher won't know," George grinned.

Suddenly the phone rang. Aunt Petunia screamed. She apparently was still shaken over the fire place thing. Fred and George laughed.

Harry ran to the phone before Uncle Vernon could so much as turn around.

"Hello?" He asked into the receiver.

"HI HARRY!" Ron screamed into the phone. Harry held it away from his ear.

Suddenly he heard a quieter voice speak into the phone. He held it back to his ear.

"Sorry about that. Is Harry there please?" Hermione asked politely.

"Hey Hermione, it's me," He answered, smiling.

"Oh, sorry about that. I would've thought that Ron knew how to work the phone by now. Listen, we're at Privet Drive, we forget your house number though," She said.

"Oh, it's number 4," Then he blinked. "Hermione, how are you calling me. There's no pay phones on Privet Drive."

She laughed. "You'll see."

He hung up the phone. "Their going to be here soon," He grinned.

"You mean - that kid - the one who - the screaming in the phone kid - he's coming here?" Uncle Vernon sputtered.

"Yes. And he has a name. Can you say R - O - N?" Harry asked, sounding mockingly polite.

The doorbell rang. Harry ran to answer it, again before Uncle Vernon could so much as take a step towards it.

He threw open the door. "Hey Ron, hey Hermione!" He smiled.

Hermione was holding a cell phone. She smiled. "My parents gave it to me over the summer, because of the OWLs. I got O's on every subject," She grinned.

"Wow! That's great Hermione! But it can't work at school, you know that ri-" Harry started.

"Fred!? George!? What are you two doing here?" Ron cut him off, catching site of his brothers.

"Just thought we'd drop by and wish Harry a happy birthday," Said Fred.

"How did you get here?" Asked Ron, recovering from his surprise.

"Well you see. Their's this... network that allowed us to travel through..." Answered George.

"You traveled by Floo Powder?! Why do you think Hermione and I traveled the muggle way? For fun? I mean, you couldn't scared Harry's Aunt and Uncle!" Ron shouted.

"Too late," Mumbled Fred. George smiled.

"You...scared his aunt and uncle, didn't you," Ron asked flatly.

"Happy Birthday Harry," Hermione said, holding out a wrapped gift. It was obviously a book.

"Oh yeah! Happy Birthday Harry!" Ron said, turning from his brothers and holding out another wrapped gift.

"What did you get on your OWLs Harry?" Asked Hermione.

"I don't know," Answered Harry truthfully. He really didn't want to open up his OWLs marks. He didn't want to know if he had failed. He wanted to be an Auror, and chances are his Potions mark would've stopped him.

And McGonagall told Umbridge that she would make sure Harry became an Auror. He didn't want to let her down.

"You mean, you haven't opened them yet?" Asked Hermione.

Harry shook his head. "Well then, lets go see. Take us too your marks," Hermione said dramatically, pointing upstairs.

Together, her, Ron, Harry, Fred and George walked up the stairs.

"So, where are you're OWL's?" She asked, as he lead them into his room. He gestured to a purple envelop on his night table.

Hermione walked over and sat on Harry's bed, as she picked up the envelop. Then she carefully opened it, and unfolded the paper slowly. Her eyes darted along the paper as she scanned the marks.

Harry and the others held their breath, and when she didn't say anything, Fred said, "Well?"

Hermione looked at them, her face emotionless.


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Kaira-chan: Finally done *Sighs* Geez, sorry it was so long for the update.

Dark Kaira: Yeah . Moron

Fred: Don't be that way DK. ^-^ She left a cliffy...and added me to the story ^-^

Dark Kaira: You're full of yourself.

Kaira-chan: And your not .

Dark Kaira: Whatever...No new questions...yet... Any suggestions for the fic?

Fred: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!


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