Disclaimer- J.K Rowling is the smartest woman alive. She would probably be appalled if she read this melodramatic crap. I hope that this doesn't put ideas in any of your heads about what might happen in future HP books because I KNOW NOTHING!!! I don't own any of the characters either... This whole thing is therapy (because I was upset over the character she killed off) I'm just posting it because people told me to...

The whole afternoon, Harry had pondered on how Harry's twin older brothers Fred and George. He stayed in his room and decided to use this time to read his defense against the dark arts encyclopedia set that Sirius and Lupin gave him. Since professor Umbridge was gone, he was allowed to pursue the DA, a secret society of students to study defense against the dark arts. He, Harry was in charge of teaching about twenty-seven of his fellow students. He just turned to the pureheart charm in the back of the book when he suddenly heard Dudley and his gang come upstairs.
Harry rolled his eyes.

"Hey big D" he heard one of them say, "Where is that weirdo cousin of yours?"
He heard silence. "Um.." he heard his cousin say in what he was glad to hear, a scared voice.
"Come on Big D, where is he, we'll take him out!" he heard his best friend Piers say.
Harry snickered. Dudley knew very well that he should never mess with Harry. Especially this summer, when he heard that there is a whole group of wizards and witches that if he did the slightest bit to Harry, he will wish he was never born. Yet, all of his buddies respected him and he couldn't wimp out on them either.
"Um... guys, I don't think it's a good idea if we beat him up. He might be small and wimpy but I heard dad yelling at him for pulling the blade on an 8 year old. We almost threw him out last year." Dudley said almost nervously. "Let's do Mark Evans again. He is just as weird as Harry"

Gordon laughed. "Nah, he's getting boring, besides, I have a gun. We can do Harry in this time"
Harry laughed. He locked his door lay back on his bed casually. In the next few minutes he heard the members of Dudley's gang pounding on his door. At that moment, he heard Fred and George come through his window. Harry smiled; it was going to be even funnier now.

"Hello!" Harry said greeting them. "My cousin and his gang are trying to bust through the door and 'kill me'. This is going to be amusing"

The twins laughed. "Wow, muggles are so weird, can we please play with them"?

Harry laughed. "If you really want to"

Dudley and his gang finally broke down the door. Harry lay casually in bed and the twins stared at Dudley looking smug.

"Hello boys, had a nice summer" Fred asked

Dudley took one look at the Weasley twins and horror spread across his face. It looked like he was going to faint.

"Look Dud, Harry has friends. And look at those clothes, hahaha what is he wearing." Piers said laughing.

"It's the finest dragon skin" George said grinning.

Another member laughed "There's no such thing as dragons. You must be some sort of weirdo. Gordon, maybe we should do them losers in too"

Gordon took out his gun "Hands up"

Fred George and Harry just stared at it. It did not bother either of them that someone was going to shoot them possibly causing their death.
Then George finally exclaimed "Hey Fred, they do exist, Dad told us all about the muggle instruments that they use to kill and torture each other."
"Will you tell us exactly what these "guns" you call them are for.." Fred asked
Gordon looked at them strangely. "I pull this trigger, a bullet shoots at you right in the head and you die."
Harry eyed the twins. They winked at him.
"Ok, go for it!" Fred said excitedly.
Gordon pulled the trigger. His bullet was about a millimeter from Fred's nose when suddenly it went soaring straight back at Gordon who ducked almost hitting him.
All the members of Dudley's gang ran from the room. Dudley, tripped over the hallway rug and him and the rest of his gang fell down the stairs, him landing on top of everyone else squishing them.
George closed Harry's door "Wow. That was REALLY annoying. Your cousin's friends are even dumber than him..."
Harry nodded in agreement.
"So anyway, how come you two are coming to pick me up?"

"Well," Fred explained." Everyone is doing something top secret. None of the order members could get you. We volunteered. It took Lupin a very long time to convince mum that we were trustworthy and not going to take you to Grimmauld Place. Mum thought we were going to take you by illegal flying bathtubs!"

Harry bit his lip "Grimmauld Place, I thought we were going to the Burrow"

"We were going to but Dumbledore doesn't think it's safe. Especially since we were bringing you. The death eaters are likely to break out of Azkaban again any day now." George told him.

Harry nodded. "So... how are we supposed to get there?"

Fred and George looked at him and smiled. "Flying carpets!"

They lay down a large rug half the size of Harry's bedroom. It glowed as soon as Fred, George, Harry and Harry's belongings were on it.

"Twelve Grimmauld Place" Fred shouted.
Harry felt the carpet vibrate beneath him and they were off.