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[Quick A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I have finally worked out the format issues and have reposted. All the chapters have been checked for errors so they are now way better.
Ok, lets start!]
UNEXPECTED VISITORS
Chapter Four: Midnight Visit
Fred and George were standing at the front door of a Muggle house. They had received a letter that morning from the youngest member of their family telling them they needed lots and lots of pranks.
Fred smiled as he took out the piece of parchment and read it.
Dear Fred and George,
We really need your help. Harry's aunt and uncle are almost as nice as the Malfoys . I thought you were the perfect people to ask. We need to give these people hell. At dinner we saw what Harry has to go through each day of the summer holidays... It's horrible! Please come here as fast as you can and don't tell Mum. She would have a fit if she knew.
Love,
Ginny
He grinned. They had really taught Ginny well and were hoping she would follow their footsteps one day.
"Do you think we should knock?" he questioned his twin brother. "I really don't want to see the Dursleys again…"
"Maybe we should sneak up. That way we'll save a lot of trouble," suggested George.
"Ok… Alohamora," Fred said, speaking the spell softly and making sure no one was watching him.
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Meanwhile… back in Harry's bedroom, he and Ron were ready for bed and were chatting quietly to each other.
"Do you know why you were sent here?" Harry asked.
"No, not really," Ron answered. "It's supposed to be safe here, I suppose. Mum and Dad didn't really tell anyone. No one is supposed to know where we are," Ron replied, looking up at the ceiling.
"So that's why you came without notice…." Harry mused.
"Yeah, but the Order's Headquarters is supposed to be safe. Right?" Ron said, questioning mostly himself.
"I don't know," Harry answered thoughtfully. "They probably have a good reason for sending you here." Harry settled himself comfortably in his bed and closed his eyes.
"About what your aunt called professor Dumbledore… do you think it's true?" Ron asked.
Harry's eyes shot open but he didn't answer right away.
"I said…" Ron started, mistaking his friend's silence for poor hearing.
"I heard what you said," Harry replied.
"Well…?"
"I really don't know," Harry mused.
"You don't think you're related to professor Dumbledore?" Ron asked.
"Well, what else could it be?" He really didn't think Petunia would call a stranger Pop.
Neither of the boys said anything after that, but Harry's mind was working at full speed trying to digest all the new ideas that were forming in his head. None of them made any sense. He was sure Ron was also thinking about it as well, but he soon seemed to drift off into a heavy sleep judging from his friend's breathing.
Harry lay there for a long time. Soon his eyes closed too, and he fell asleep dreaming his aunt had grown a beard that resembled Dumbledore's. He didn't notice the door open and two identical red haired twins step into his room.
"They're asleep. You wake up Ronnie and I'll wake Harry," whispered one of the twins.
"Lets put a silencing charm around the room first," suggested the other. His twin nodded and preformed the spell.
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"Haarrry…. Harry…."
Someone was saying his name. He thought it odd that it didn't match his dream…. What had he been dreaming about anyway?
Abruptly, Harry Potter awoke and released with a start that someone was talking to him. "Fred!!" he exclaimed, surprised to see Ron's twin brothers. "George?" he asked, confused.
"Hullo, Harry," one of the boys said to him—he didn't know which.
"W-what are you doing here?" Harry stammered.
"Just came around to see how your day was," one of the boys grinned, nonchalantly.
Coming to his senses, Harry realized the implications of their presence. "You're not supposed to be here!" he whispered urgently.
"What?" the twin to Harry's right asked in a louder-than-called-for voice. "I didn't quiet catch that Harry," he said rather cheekily.
"Shhh… they'll hear you!" he exclaimed, referring to the Dursleys.
"Not to worry, Harry. There's a silencing charm around your room," the twin on the left said, grinning broadly.
"Well, you do think of everything don't you Fred?" said Ron from the other bed. Harry had not even realized he was awake yet.
"No, I'm George… and yes, it was my brilliant idea," he said proudly.
"So… how did you get your mum to agree to let you two come here?" Harry questioned.
"Well," George paused. "We didn't exactly tell our Mum."
"Oh." Harry didn't know what to say to that of that. That couldn't be good, could it?
"Fred, give us some light please," George shouted at his brother.
"You have a wand. Do it yourself!" Fred grumbled, but obliged anyway. "I'll go get the girls," he offered cheerily. With that, he walked out carrying his lit wand with him.
Harry got up and illuminated the room with a flick of a switch.
"Hey!" shouted a startled Ron. "I know what that is! It's an elektic light! Wow can I have a go?"
"Sure…" said Harry lifting an eyebrow. He explained to Ron that all you needed to do was flick the switch. Ron jumped out of bed to try it for himself.
The door flew opened suddenly and everyone froze, but it was only the girls accompanied by George.
"Hey Gin!" Ron said excitedly, now positioned at the light switch. "Look! I can make light without using magic!" He started flicking the switch up and down turning the lights on and off rapidly. Hermione rolled her eyes. By the looks of it, Ginny had already been told how the lights worked.
"Ron, you're going to blow the bulb if you keep doing that!" Hermione told him, glaring. She really didn't feel like talking and was quite annoyed at being woken in the early hours of the morning.
"What's a bulb?" Ron questioned, curiously.
"Never mind!" she snapped back.
"Someone is in a very bad mood," observed Fred.
"No thanks to you two!" she said pointing at the twins and shooting them an accusing stare. It was clear to everyone in the room Hermione was defiantly not a early morning person.
"So have you got any ideas?" Ginny asked the twins eagerly.
"Ideas? What kind of ideas?" asked a confused Ron.
"Oh… well when you said we needed to do something to the Dursleys, I thought it would be a good idea to ask if Fred and George had any good pranks," she told them, pointing to the twins.
Hermione looked furious at Ginny's statement, but for once didn't say anything.
"Well, we thought maybe it would be best to do a few classic pranks first, like itching power in their clothes, or prank fellytone calls… something that won't immediately frame you as the culprits," George started.
"After you really annoy them, you could start using a few magical pranks. We've developed a new charm that you can cast on the mirrors. It makes the person's reflection look like there's something wrong with it… like messed hair or stains on the clothes when they're not really there," finished Fred.
"Hey this sounds like fun!" Harry said. He was beginning to get exited by the idea of torturing the Dursleys and began to form some ideas of his own.
Hermione continued to scowl from the corner as the group started making plans….
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[A/N: My last day of the holidays : ( How tragic. But another chapter finished! I would really like to thank my Beta reader Kathy (KEDme) who has a fantastic Fic called Home Alone. I would encourage everyone to read it!
PS If you have any ideas for pranks, I would be happy to hear them. Luv, Yasmine]
