Disclaimer: (acted out with life like puppets)

This is Ms. Rowling, she's brilliant and has lots of money! (Puppet Rowling waves, and on her puppet hand are finger puppet Harry Potter characters. They all thrown galleons into the audience)

This is Chantelli, she's poor as a student can get, also she too lazy to create her OWN characters so she has stolen Ms. Rowling's characters and chooses only to deal with the fun "plot line".

(Chantelli steals Harry Potter finger puppets and make them do her bidding) heheheh… suckers! *NO SNAPE! Dumbledore doesn't like hands in new places*

Authors Note: this is for you Amariel! Thanks for reviewing… I had this one in the volts just waiting for someone to review! I did go crazy too… look! I spoke all in the 3rd person up there!

Chapter Five

By late afternoon Harry was ravenous and beginning to seriously consider cannibalism. Ron had turned magically into a yammering steak- like Harry had once seen in a muggle cartoon at Ms Figg's once. He had only eaten a few Peppermint Humbugs - which now left him extremely thirsty, and seemed to only remind his stomach about how empty it really was. Now wrenching and demanding to be filled – if lunch wasn't soon, Ron's tombstone would read: a dear son, a beloved brother, and went well with tartar sauce.

Of course, Ron, (who was too excited to finally have someone with the time to listen to him and not be rushed of to the pesky and time-consuming job of saving the world) had yet to pause for a breath, let alone suggest lunch.

Finally, in the middle of Ron's umpteenth play-by-play breakdown of the last Chudley Cannons match, Fred and George apparated into the room with a pop; bringing Harry's trunk with them.

" 'Ello Harry!" grinned Fred, apparating once more the less than four feet from where he was originally standing to the foot of Harry's bed, George following his twin's lead.

The Weasley twins, having finally being of legal age had passed their apparation tests last summer and like many teenage wizards before them, abused this new skill to the point that they hardly actually walked a step. Harry suspected that Fred and George did this only to tease their younger siblings- annoying them thoroughly. Although, Harry had also heard that the twins had actually tried to splinch themselves once- believing the sight of a floating nose, right pinky finger and navel would be a hilarious sight to see, topped only by the sight of themselves minus a nose, right pinky finger and navel.

"We've just come up to tell you it's time for lunch" said George with a Weasley smirk, "sorry about the delay, Order had another meeting, ran long…"

"Very important business you know… well, I guess you don't do you!"  laughed Fred.

"Very important business?" fumed Ron, "had you serving tea while the rest of them actually spoke then eh?" he scowled, pulling off a face even Snape would find acceptably evil. But the twins having seen and ample amount of scowls from far more frightening characters than their younger brother found this all rather cute, and George left atop his brother and gave him a hearty noogie.

"Aw! Is our poor ickle brother jealous?" George taunted.

"Geetoffme! I'll tell mum!" shouted Ron, "I'll hex you! I swear!"

"You'll have to catch us first," beamed Fred, then he and his twin quickly disapparated out of the room.

"Mad those two are, and I can't do anything about it! Mum and Dad are always running about doing one thing or another for the Order!"

Harry shrugged sympathetically.

"Come-on, let's go get some lunch, I'm starving" Harry said, trying to change the subject. All of which only worked for a moment until smoke started billowing under the door to their room. Ron and Harry quickly opened the door only to find a dozen dungbombs had been set outside their room, and the portraits of the Mistress of Black Manor was using some more than colorful language to describe the twins- which one would never expect to hear out of an elderly woman.

Ron was fuming, plugging his nose and stomping down the hall blindly due to the offensive smoke, Harry in tow running to keep up with his friend when he crashed into a very tall someone.