Hi again!! Keep reading my story and Reveiw please!! Thanks! Here's Chapter 4!!! I changed it a little from my original.....I still don't like it very much though but I guess I'll have to learn to live with it.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling nor do I own any of her characters

Chapter 4: Geminus and Gemellus

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins were well finished with their food by the time Mrs Weasley had come upstairs again. "Well dears," she said to them kindly. "The meeting's over now, you can come down....I think Alastor wishes to talk to you all anyways."

All 6 of them instantly stood up and crammed through the doorway as they were eagerly awaiting an explanation from any member of the Order. They ran down the stairs and found Mad-Eye Moody waiting for them at the table with Tonks.

"Argh," Moody groaned when he saw them. "Sit down...all of you." They all took seats around the table. "Now what I'm about to tell you is very important."

Tonks cut in, "And since all of you have been through a lot lately, we've decided that it would be best if you knew."

Moody continued, "And we thought you would figure out the truth sooner or later," his magical eye spinning around wildly and Harry knew that it was examining the guilty faces of Fred and George. "Now, as you all know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is indeed back and his only goal is to get rid of Harry. He has acquired what he thinks is the only weapon needed to do the job..."

"The axe of Slytherin," Tonks interrupted again.

"And what is so special about this axe?" Ginny asked as if all this was new to her.

"Well, the axe of Slytherin is a very powerful tool that can only be wielded by Slytherin's heir, that being You-Know-Who," Tonks began then continued. "This weapon is so magical that it never misses its target.....EVER!"

"And in this case, that means Harry" Moody growled, his real eye looking straight at him.

Everyone tried to put confused and upset looks on their faces, to show that they had not been eaves dropping, yet Harry had a feeling that Moody's magical eye could see right through their false act, but he continued speaking.

"Now the Order and the Ministry are doing the best they can to hopefully get rid of the Dark Lord, but the number of his followers has grown quite rapidly and it's getting fairly difficult to accomplish such a task," Moody said earnestly. "We plan to send our secret spies over, to obtain some more information so that we can begin forming a plan about what exactly we're going to do.....we also need to find out the exact reason why You-Know-Who has decided to use this axe instead of a dark spell."

"In the mean time," Tonks added, "We need all of you to lie low, and keep yourselves busy...we don't need extra distractions on our hands."

"Oh, all right," groaned Fred disappointedly who seemed to be ready for action.

But Harry was not okay. "What? So Lord Voldemort is going to kill me, and I can't do anything about it?" he objected.

"Well Harry, he's not going after you just yet," Tonks said, trying to comfort him, "and we need you to stay as very little involved as possible. We can't risk anything." Harry knew what she meant. He always managed to get involved in situations that were beyond his capabilities and found it very hard to just stand back and let things happen.

"That's right, and besides, I reckon that he's still buying time to build up his power," Moody added. "He wouldn't attack right away......no, he'll attack when least expected.....(he cleared his throat) well, I suppose that's all we have to tell you right now, so you can all head back up to your rooms and get a good night's rest."

With that said, all six of them slowly stood up and filed up the stairs. They all had disappointed looks on their faces. None of them were permitted to help out the Order, not even Harry. Harry thought to himself, "Great, so I guess I'll just wait helplessly for Voldemort to come get me, and that's it....my life'll be over."

Over the whole month of August, Harry and Ron kept themselves busy by playing games of wizard chess. Harry even tried to introduce to Ron the concept of playing cards. "No, that's not possible," Ron said very amused. "You can play games with those pieces of card?" he had a puzzled, childish look on his face as he began examining the Queen of hearts very thoroughly. Hermione on the other hand continued her attempt to knit scarves and hats for the house elves at Hogwarts.

"Speaking of house elves......where's Kreacher?" Ron said, remembering the grumpy house elf belonging to the Black family.

"Oh, I bet he's around here somewhere," Hermione suggested, now examining her knitting job on a miniature sweater she'd just finished. Her knitting skills improved a great amount over the summer and the sweater appeared to be almost flawless.

"Okay Ron, so we both get 5 cards each," Harry instructed, attempting to teach Ron how to play Go Fish. Ron, still very fascinated, began to slowly draw 5 cards from the pile.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the corner of the room. All three of them gave bewildered looks at each other before carefully making their way towards where the sound had come from. The garbage bin had been turned over and bits of garbage were scattered all over the floor. In addition to that, one of the glass picture frames hanging on the wall had been knocked to the ground, and on the floor lay several shards of glass. It took them a while to realize what had caused the racket but then they noticed two creatures standing amid the whole mess.

The two beings were no taller that a foot high and were completely identical in appearance. Their furry faces were a powdered white colour with a small, round, velvety black nose. Their eyes were bright and had much curiosity in them. Their mane-like hair was a shade of light blue and they wore bright, red jumpers, covering their entire body.

Not aware that they were being watched, they continued rummaging through the garbage apparently looking for something, whispering as they moved through the mess like two little squirrels.

Ron cleared his throat to make their presence known and the two little animals looked up at the towering humans watching them. He reached out to pick them up by their collars and they kicked and squirmed in Ron's grasp.

"Put us down......put us down." They demanded. Ron finally released his grip as he dropped the two struggling creatures on his bed.

"Who are you, and what do you think you're doing in our room?" he asked sternly.

There was a long pause as they repositioned their selves from being dropped before they answered. "Good wishes to you humans, I am Gemellus," one of the creatures answered with a large, cheesy grin on his face.

"And I am Geminus," replied the other also smiling.

"That's great," Harry said. "But what exactly are you?"

The two creatures stared at him with eyes wide opened at the thought of him not knowing. "You do not know?" they both asked in unison as if it should be obvious to Harry as to what they were.

"Umm....sorry, no." Harry responded, still clueless.

"We are part of a large family of similar creatures and we were sent on a mission by our leader....if we do not return with what he asks for then I'm am afraid that we may become banished from the tribe forever."

After a long pause of silence, Geminus and Gemellus jumped off the bed and returned back to the garbage mess in the corner. Harry walked over to the two, who were beginning to search through the clutter again. "Um, so what exactly are you looking for?"

Geminus looked up at Harry for the first time and gaped at the scar on his forehead. "Why, Mr Harry Potter, I did not realize that it's.....it's you!" he ran from the garbage and wrung his arms around the calf of Harry's leg with joy. Gemellus, also ceased his rummaging and went to join his identical friend by hugging Harry's remaining leg.

Harry looked to Hermione for help, but she merely shrugged her shoulders to show that she had no idea on what to do. Finally, before she could suggest anything they let go of their embrace and began talking again.

"Harry Potter, we did not realize it was you. We are quite honoured to be in the presence of such greatness.

"Oh," Harry said and again asked, "So what are you looking for?"

"Well, Mr Potter, our Leader describes these items of which we speak of as being like beans with many different flavours," Geminus answered with his squeaky voice. "And if we do not return with them, he will be greatly angered."

Ron cut in, "Oh.....you mean Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans?....well you're not gonna find those in the garbage."

The twins looked stunned at the fact that their search through the garbage had been a waste of time. They dropped to the floor and began weeping loudly.

"No, shh," Ron said. "Don't cry." He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer, pulled out a box and emptied it onto the floor in front of the crying animals. "Here," he said.

They looked up and immediately a wide smile came onto their face. "Why good master, you have presented us with a pile of the very special beans that we are looking for. We are very grateful to you." They began picking up the different beans and stuffed them into their small pockets.

"Well, we must leave you now kind humans," Geminus said. "We thank you greatly for supplying us with countless beans, our leader will be pleased......we are eternally in your debt." However, before leaving, the two of them cleaned up the mess that they had made on the floor of the bedroom, then they ran over to the window and struggled with their bulky pockets before jumping out of the window and running off into the street.

To Harry, Ron and Hermione's surprise, when they approached the corner, even the broken picture frame had been repaired and laid in the corner of the room, waiting for someone to return it to its rightful position on the wall.

"That was strange," Hermione said astounded. "I don't seen to remember ever reading about creatures like those before. And how did they manage to fix this frame?" she asked as she picked it up and hung it back on the wall.

"Yea," agreed Harry. "But I wonder what they meant by they're eternally in our debt."

The thought of death again arose in Harry's thoughts, 'Would he even see the two identical looking animals again?' or would his life end so quickly that he'd never see anything again. Concluding his dismal notion, he returned back to his bed and continued teaching Ron how to play cards, who was waiting eagerly for the rest of his lesson.

Well, that was maybe a little confusing lol.....Well Review and tell me what you think about this chapter and be nice!!

Oh yea.....I am aware that JK Rowling has already mentioned in the 1st book that Ron in fact owns his own deck of self-shuffling playing cards. This would then make what I have written in this chapter false.....I appologize to all you hardcore HP fans out there who caught this mistake (if any)!! Well bye for now!