Authors Note: Hey! Thanks for the reviews so far!! This story has been on for almost 3 years now (which is why you're gonna notice a drastic vocab change), but someone hacked into my old account and deleted 2 stories. Since I want to continue this story, I am putting it into my new name! So, I just thought I'd include that little bit of info so people don't think I'm stealing stories! hehe! This is where it starts getting confusing. Yes I know what year it is. Yes, I know you're still confused. But believe me, by the end, you'll get it. I originally made it set in Year 3, but this is more fitting since I've seen what Jo does in book 5. (I changed the first chapter so that it's the fifth year, btw). And to answer a question in a review, no, the student is not from America

Chapter 2: Red Ball, Black Ball, Gold Ball

"Harry! Get up get up!" Harry slowly sat up, eyes still closed tight. He was expecting to see Dudley, Uncle Vernon, or Aunt Petunia hanging over him, but this time he saw a familiar face that he wasn't disgusted at the sight of.
"Fred? What are you...?"
Harry stopped his sentence short when he looked at the clock. They were expecting the Weasley's at 12:30 in the afternoon, but, Harry now realized, it was almost 1:00.
"What a day to sleep in!" Said Fred.
"Sorry...I didn't mean to... Where's Ron?" Harry noticed that George and Ginny walked in alone in the middle of Harry's sentence. Ginny was blushing. She obviously was very happy to be in Harry's room. Ron wasn't with them.
"Ummm...we had sort of...a problem..."
"What did you do now?"
George looked at Fred who gave a silent nod.
"Tell ya later...and get up now, no time to waste! We have to go now!" Fred said.
"Er...can I get dressed?" Harry said. He was still in pajamas.

Fred, George, and Ginny left Harry to get dressed.
"I hope Ron's ok. I didn't like the sound of Fred's voice when he said he'd tell me later." Harry said silently as he pulled on a blue-gray sweater and went over to get his shoes.
"Fred, George, Ginny! Where are you guys?" Harry went around the house, screaming. He couldn't find the three anywhere.
Then he heard a scream that was obviously Dudley's. It came from the backyard. Harry ran out the door to find George holding a gnome out to Dudley, who was still screaming madly.
"Help me! Ahhh! Mum! Dad! They have magic creatures! Ahhh!"
"It won't hurt you! It's just a little helpless gnome! See you do this!" Fred said. He spun around and threw the gnome as far as he could.
"What are you doing?" Harry yelled.
"Just getting rid of the gnome I had in my pocket, ummm we'd better go...let's go get your stuff and go as quickly as we can." George said. As soon as he said this, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came storming out of the door and were running at Dudley. This was Harry's chance to get away. He ran with Fred, George, and Ginny into the house, grabbed his trunk and all his other things, and ran into the front yard. Harry was running fast in back of the other three and came to a sudden halt in front of George's outstretched hand.
"You almost stepped on it!" George said.
"Stepped on what?" Harry asked.
Fred bent down and picked up a slightly dented empty soda can.
"It's a portkey. Dad set it up for us." Ginny said. This is the first she said all morning.

"10...9...8...7..." George started counting down. The portkey was going to transport them.
"3...2...1..."
Harry felt a weird feeling in his stomach, like he was being pulled up. In a couple of seconds, he was standing with Fred, George, and Ginny in front of the familiar house he knew was the Burrow, the Weasley's house.

Ron, he saw, was sitting outside on the grass and was looking up at the open front door behind him. Harry could hear a little-more-than-faint yelling that he knew automatically was Mrs. Weasley. "What happened you guys? Why is Ron getting yelled at?" Harry asked.
"Long story, and we need Ron to help tell it...Hey Ron!" George yelled over to Ron, who looked over and kind of did a double-take.
"Harry!" He yelled.
The yelling from inside the house Harry had heard before suddenly came to a stop and Mrs. Weasley appeared at the door.
"Oh Harry! Harry, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley said, running towards Harry. She caught him in a tight hug and motioned for Ron to come over. He came over, but was walking like he was half asleep.
"We need to talk to Harry alone, mum...If you don't mind..." Fred said.
"Oh, right...I'll be inside tidying up a bit."
And with that, Mrs. Weasley walked inside.

"So, what's up?" Harry said.
"Well...the family ghoul...well...let me put it this way...Quidditch set's ruined now." Ron said.
"Why? Did the ghoul ruin it?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, that stupid ghoul..." Ginny started. "...he completely demolished the bludgers, which were already pretty bad, and cracked the quaffle right in half! Not to mention what he did with the snitch! He let it free!"
"This ghoul is getting more like Peeves every single day! Maybe they're related!" Fred said.
"Only one good thing came out of the quaffle cracking..." George started in a mysterious tone.
"...THIS!" He said simultaneously with Fred. Each of them pulled out a ripped piece of parchment and thrust it at Harry. He noticed that they must have been one piece of parchment at one time, but had been ripped in half. He held the pieces together and read:

"Legend of the ring foretold
Hardship does the future hold
Live up to what they wanted of me
Forever for you, that's how it will be
They wanted it like this and that is no lie
For you I only live and for you I will die
Everything, even of you really try
Eventually leads up to saying 'goodbye'"

"Whoa! What's that all about?" Harry said.
"Honestly, we don't know." Ron said.
"Sounds like one of those 'I would give my life for you' love letters!"
"Ron's mad because he can't play Quidditch until we get a new set, and he was really looking forward to it, you know, with his new broom and all." George said in bored tone.
Harry was thinking about the note the rest of the day with the same question going through his mind
I wonder who wrote it...