A/N I got three reviews within two hours of posting the first chapter!

To explain why I'm calling it 1996, someone showed me that Nearly Headless Nick died in 1492. In the 2nd book the celebrate his 500h deathday so therefor the book 2 takes place in 1992-1993. The third is 1993-1994. The fourth is 1994-1995 and the fifth is 1995-1996 so this takes place right after the fifth book and in 1996.

I don't want to do a lot with Moldy Voldey, but I'll have them talk to Harry about what's going on and have flashes to keep those people who will yell at me happy. This chapter is a bit messed up, forgive me, I'm supposed to be packing for camp right now.

8/1/96

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! We're moving out! Yes, we are getting a place of our own! I'm almost dancing right now that I don't know why I'm writing this is here but anyway. Last week, we all got together and we all decided something, we're going to be roomies. Yes, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, myself and possibly Oliver are going to find a place to live out in London and we're all going to seek out fortunes. Our parents said they would pay our rents for a month plus Fred and George have hoards of money from their joke shop. Why they want to room with us when they could get a place of their own I will never know but I'm happy they are.

Alicia's thinking about going into the ministry. She said they needed some decent people who would listen to reason in there. Angelina's thinking about becoming an assistant instructor at Hogwarts for Quidditch, coaching a little league Quidditch team or becoming a researcher at the nearest Wizarding College. I personally think she should coach the little Quidditchers, little kids need to know how to play Quidditch too. I don't know what I'm doing. I think I'm going to try out for some teams and see if I can play professionally.

I said Oliver might be living with us because when we proposed the idea-we were in the Leaky Cauldron for a drink- he didn't say anything about the idea. I wonder what is up with him. He's acting so strangely lately and the whole not sending a letter for two years thing is kinda fishy. He didn't even ask how our Quidditch games went at Hogwarts or if we had won.

Today went house shopping. There was an add in the paper for a four bedroom flat in the middle of London. Pretty good deal if you ask me. Four bedrooms, that's enough for Fred and George to share a room and then Alicia, Angelina and I get our own rooms. It probably won't work out that way, but that would be nice. It was a nice flat. It has those four rooms, plus a living room, a kitchen and two bathrooms. It's on the fourth floor so we don't have a bad view and if we split the rent it shouldn't be too much. Now I just have to find a job within the month so I don't go into debt with everyone else. We were looking at the flat today. It was really nice, there are no bugs or anything. It's perfect.

"Looks good, let's hope we can get it before anyone else does," Angelina said.

"Knock on wood," Alicia replied. I of course did the only logical thing to do, I rapped Oliver on the head with my knuckles (he came with us.) Wouldn't you do the same?

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Alicia said knock on wood," I told him innocently. Fred and George grinned.

"Hardy har har," Oliver fake laughed.

"Is there a Quidditch stadium near here?" I asked.

"Yea, should be one around the corner. It's disguised as an old abandoned football (soccer) field," Fred said. Fred said, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. It's rhyme but I can't find the time. I think the twins must have slipped something in my drink cause I can't sit down and I'm finding the stupidest things funny. Or maybe it was those cookies I ate.

"Puddlemere practices near here," Oliver informed us.

"So that's why you wanted to share a flat," George said. He was stroking his chin as if he had beard; it was really funny to watch. Oliver shrugged.

"When is Puddlemere having tryouts?" I asked him.

"What?" he replied. He looked confused.

"You know, tryouts." I said.

"Tryouts?" he asked. Fred hit him on the back of the head.

"We've established that she's asking about tryouts," he informed Oliver.

"Why would you want to tryout?" Oliver asked.

"So I can stand on my head," I said. "I want to be on the team. Oliver, you are such an idiot."

"Why do you want to be on the team?"

"So I can play Quidditch and earn money to help keep me in this flat," I told him. Oliver was very slow today.

"Oh," Oliver said quietly. What is up with him? He's so strange.

"Tie! There's one being held in two weeks. It's open. They're looking for seekers and chasers," George said, holding up the paper that we had brought.

I'm trying out for Puddlemere, the Prides and the Cannons. I hope I can make Puddlemere, it's the closest. Oh, we talked to the owner of the house and told him we wanted the flat. We're going to be moving in next week. Wow, everything is happening so fast.