"Harry, want to go to Fred and George's shop?" asked Ron.

"Sure."

"We'll have to go by Floo powder."

Harry sighed at the thought of the annoying way of transportation. He hated it.

"Wait a few minutes, then follow me," Ron instructed.

Harry nodded and waited for Ron to disappear.

"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" Ron commanded.

Harry stood there idly for a couple seconds before his patience wavered, and he decided to go. He took off his glasses and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," he said uncertainly. He fell into the most dreary of places. Everything was a shade of gray and the place smelled musty and old. There was no shopkeeper, but a few items of merchandise had been displayed on the grimy counters.

'What is this place?' thought Harry, 'I must have said it wrong, again.' Harry dusted himself off as best he could, replaced his glasses, and walked to the front counter. On it was a sign, and a bell. The sign read, 'Ring bell for service if you have traveled by Floo powder.' Harry pressed the bell and was immediately covered in ice cold water. The letters on the sign then began to change. 'Now then, you are clean enough to enter.' Purple smoke started to omit from the shelves and obstructed Harry's vision.

When the smoke cleared, there was no longer an old worn room, but a colorful, bright room filled with every joke you could imagine. Books and other things were flying everywhere. Streamers were falling, yet whenever you'd think you'd be able to catch one, it would go back up to the ceiling. That ceiling was very, very high up. A sign was facing down, towards the floor. It was a blackboard with letters in green chalk. 'Sponsored by Harry Potter,' they read.

Though he was drenched, a smile tugged at the corners of Harry's mouth as he scanned the room. He turned his head as he heard a familiar voice.

"Welcome, Harry, to the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" one of the twins proudly introduced.  He was wearing a G on his shirt, so Harry had assumed it was Fred. Ron had told him about the jokes the twins played on the adult customers. One of them being; Fred would wear a G, George would wear an F, and then say their names were Gred and Feorge.

"Harry! Hello. We were wondering what Ickle Ronnie was going to bring you," commented George as he ruffed up Ron's hair. He came from behind a brilliantly colored door. It looked like a flat, fake hall, like someone painted it. But George opened it and closed it as thought it were real. From what Harry could see, that door led into their stockroom.

"What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked.

"It's absolutely amazing!" he responded in awe. The three brothers glowed with pride. Fred and George often asked Ron to help out with new ideas.

"Filch has his list of banned items, you know. Dumbledore wrote us saying that he tried to put every single item on it. He gave up at about the one thousand nine hundred thirty-fifth one and just said 'anything that can be bought at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes,'" Fred stated smugly.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at their thinking. If they annoyed Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts, their job was done.

Harry decided to look around. The large room was very orange and green. Random bright colors floated about the in clouds of mist. Harry was browsing when his eyes lay upon an old sheaf of parchment, almost identical to the Marauder's Map. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to it.

"Oh, that? Er…That's a work in progress. It's our creation. Sort of like what we gave you for Christmas in your third year, but different. Ron told us about what it had done to Snape, so we tried to create out own little insulting piece of parchment. You write on it, and it insults you. Go on, try it out," George suggested.

Harry grabbed the parchment off the shelf and the pen that was near it. My name is Harry Potter, he wrote. When his ink fully seeped into the page, new words appeared.

"If Mr. Potter could get his puke green eyes, if you could call those deformed spheres eyes, out of this parchment, we would all be okay."

"If you're the boy-who-lived, then you-know-who must be the weakest muggle in the universe!"

"If Scruffy Hair would leave us alone, we could come up with better insults!"

"They're not very good," Harry criticized.

"We know, but, as we said, it's a work in progress. It's our first, and, we think, our last."

Harry went back to walking around and he picked out some items, such as stink pellets and fake wands. He especially liked the ton-tongue toffee, because they used it on his huge, unruly cousin two years ago. It had caused quite a stir in the muggle home. Once he had his arms full of stuff, he went to Fred to ring it up.

"Just take them, Harry. You paid for all of this. You should get something back," said Fred.

"Thanks, you two."

"You should get home. Mum might start to suspect something," George whispered, as though Mrs. Weasley was listening.

"Right. Well, thank you. Hope to see you two at Christmas," said Ron as he walked into the fire place.

"Bye!" called out Harry. "The Burrow!" And Harry Potter disappeared in a flash of green fire.

The two of them got back to the Burrow to find that Charlie was home for the summer. He brought a little box with him. He put it on the floor and sat down at the table.

"Charlie, what is that?" Mrs. Weasley asked her son once she sat down.

"Why, Mum, I thought you'd never ask." He went to fetch the box and set it on the table. He unhinged the box and opened the lid. It was then they heard a very low growl. More than a couple pairs of eyes widened.

"Oh, my goodness," Mrs. Weasley breathed as Charlie took out a scaly little winged lizard from the box. "A new breed of dragon!" he announced.

"Charles Weasley, you get that thing out of this house! You know how much trouble that'd cause!" his mother cried out.

"Calm down, Mum. This kind was specifically bred as pets," he assured her.

The little dragon looked like a snake with legs and wings. It had a variation of colors. Its main body color was red, like the Weasley hair. The little dragon fit into Charlie's two hands perfectly.

"What's it called?" Harry asked.

"Buto, or winged snake."

"Awesome, except," Ron started, "do they come any bigger?"

"Sadly not. They wouldn't make very good pets if they did, now, would they?"

"Right," Ron mumbled.

"Do they come in more than that color?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. In fact, there's one dragon for every witch or wizard. It takes their 'symbolic' color and the secondary colors. It's quite neat. Ginny, we think this one's yours. We found it sulking about in the desert. We call them soul mates. It has the same color eyes as the soul mate," Charlie explained. "We think we've found Harry's. It's gold and red with green eyes, but it's been eluding capture for the last four months."

"You're sure they'd be favorable pets?" Arthur asked his eager son.

"Of course, Father. We've studied this breed for over a year. We're almost positive it won't get any bigger, and the fangs aren't sharp enough to the pierce the skin, and they contain no venom," he assured.

"Hel-lo, there," the Buto said to Harry.

"Hi," Harry said back.

The Buto cocked its head to one side, looking surprised. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

The Buto made a noise that Harry thought to be its way of giggling. "What's your name?" it asked.

"Harry. Do you have a name?"

"The men who found me were calling me Ginny." Harry noticed the Buto was trying to make its way out of Charlie's hands.

"I see…" said Harry as he cleared his throat.

"You're a very handsome human," the Buto commented with what Harry thought to be a smile.

"Er…Thanks," he replied sheepishly. He stopped talking to it once he noticed everyone staring.

The next couple of days, Harry played quidditch with what few Weasleys were there. Ginny was a good chaser, Harry noted. He personally tried her out, and told her that she was now on the Gryffindor team; this time, as Chaser.

Harry was deliberately avoiding the Buto, as it tried to follow him everywhere.

After the first week, Bill came home. The next day, an old friend showed up. Fleur Delacour had arrived at the Burrow. "'Ello, Mrs. Weazley," she said as she walked into the house.

"Fleur, darling, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked brightly.

"I am doing fine. May I talk wiz Bill?"

"Right out back, dear."

Fleur walked outside to see Bill and Charlie tousling with the Buto. They managed to get it away from Harry, to his relief.

"Fleur!" exclaimed Bill. He got up from what he was doing to go over to her and hug her.

"'Ello, Billy. It 'az been a long time, no?" she purred.

"Too long for me," Bill responded.

They went inside, and that's when it started. Harry never saw them again, except for food, and watching them eat was a bit uncomfortable. It could turn Ron's appetite into nothing in the blink of an eye, and he had the appetite of an ox. But besides that, Harry was still a bit disappointed to leave the Burrow for school. The feeling dissipated when he realized that he was going home.

(A/N: *Phew* Talk about your long chapters! Ah…well…if anyone were reading this I'd say they deserved it, but since no one is… Oh, and one thing; um…all chapters are not going to be this long. I tossed around the idea of splitting this in two, but it didn't really appeal to me…yah so..um…PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS SO FAR!!! And read "Here Without You." It has nothing to do with this, but some people are telling me it's a good story. If you want a bit of a cry, that is. Ok! I've rambled long enough! I'm going to go! School's almost back in…*sniff sniff* crap…^_~)