A/N: Well, back by popular demand (LMAO joke), here I am with the next chapter. I promise this chapter will be at least a little better. I have some ideas about things. PLEASE review and tell me what you think!!!!

(Yes, of course you count, Omniflyer. And tell Char and Dew that I don't need a muse-I only cliff-hanged once!

*Walks away with her nose in the air, plotting more evil actions.*) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared, utterly perplexed, at a broken-down Mrs. Weasley. After a couple of looks, Ron got on his knees, near his mother and said, very softly, "Mum?"

Mrs. Weasley unburied her face in her hands and opened her mouth-just in time for another wail to come pouring out. She extended the letter to Ron, who took it, slightly bemused.

"What is it?" Said Harry and Hermione in unison.

"I think it's.no, wait, it can't be."

Ron unfolded the piece of paper, stared at it, and did a double take. He looked upon his mother again, and opened his mouth to answer their question.

"It's..blimey, I don't believe this."

"What is it????"

"There's a sale on garden-gnome repellent...bloody hell, is *this* what she's so upset about?"

At that very moment, Fred and George came in. This, at least to Ron, was quite a surprise-they had told him they would be returning to their shop that morning. As the three of them turned too look at them, Fred and George drew a great sigh of relief.

"You're alive." Fred breathed.

"We were *so worried*" George said in awe.

Ron looked embarrassed. "Really, you to, I'm almost an adult now, I can take care of my-"

Fred and George pushed pass Ron as they almost knocked Hermione off her feet as they hugged her. George even planted a kiss on her cheek. Astonished and bewildered, she hugged them back. "Hullo Fred, George." she said softly. "Um.could you be so kind as to tell me WHAT on earth is going on?"

George recoiled from her immediately, and Fred at her incredulously. "But, Hermione, you *must* know what's going on. I mean, everything.the events.the letter."

He glanced down at a still tear-shedding mother, and them took note of the letter in Ron's hand. He snatched it and glanced it over.

"We tried to read it, but we didn't understand.Mum's always hated the gnomes, but-"

"Ron, you prat," spat George, reading over his twin's shoulder. "You really think this is about garden gnomes?"

"Well, then" said Hermione, getting a little annoyed. "What *does* this mean?"

Fred and George looked at each other, then at Hermione. "We're probably not the right people who should tell-"

"Whatever it is, I can take it. If it's about me, I want to know."

The twins still looked doubtful.

"Plus," Harry spoke up "We're here, in case you haven't noticed. I, for one, would like to know why Mrs. Weasley is lying in a heap on the floor. And Hermione is our best friend. We're here for her if she needs us. At least give part of it away, because I'm sure we'll find out anyway. Dumbledore will tell us, or-"

"No, he won't" said George softly.

"And why not?" demanded Harry.

"Because..." Said Fred uncertainly.

"Because he's dead" George finished.

Harry did a double take. He wasn't so sure whether or not he could take that.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, here it is. Not exactly a good surprise, but they get better eventually. Please Leave a review on your way out!