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A/N: There is a huge A/N at the end. I solved a mystery :)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: On With the Show

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

-Emily Dickinson

Half an hour later found Sirius and Harry hidden in a shaded corner of the garden with a very large tub of water bombs.

"The best thing is," Sirius said gleefully as he filled up yet another water balloon, "Magical water balloons repair once they bust and fill themselves back up!"

Harry laughed at the expression of delight on his godfathers face, a shadow of the handsome man he once was.

"Now," Sirius said, his face now serious and calculating. "I think it's best if you go and get the girls; Anna can read me like a book and she'd just suspect something anyway. You have to make sure you don't give anything away. Okay?"

Harry smiled warmly, revelling in his godfather's childish joy. "Okay. What about you?"

"I will be waiting by the door. As soon as they come outside, run over and grab some bombs. Are you ready?"

Harry's face set into a look of grim determination. "Yes."

Nodding shortly at Sirius, he ran off toward the house.

In a few minutes Sirius could make out voices coming from the open back door. He quickly picked up a few water bombs. He shivered in anticipation.

"This better be good, Harry," came the voice of the youngest Weasley.

"Hey!" Harry said irritably. "You didn't have to come! I only asked for Hermione. You just happened to tag along."

He's good, Sirius thought to himself, bristling with pride.

They stepped through the door.

"Well? What are you showing us?" Ginny asked huffily.

"It's over here," Harry called as he ran towards Sirius. It was at this precise moment that Sirius took a water bomb, aimed, and lobbed it into the air. It sailed in a graceful arc towards Anna and unceremoniously hit her in the side of the head.

SPLAT!

Sirius baled over in laughter as Anna shrieked scandalously at Sirius, her face dripping with water. He quickly picked up another balloon, this one filled with jelly, and threw it with perfect aim at Hermione, who screamed and ducked out of the way, causing the balloon to collide with Ginny's face, the bright purple jelly clashing horribly with her flaming red hair.

Harry laughed as he picked up balloons, hastily hurtling them at the girls with quick precision. Anna glared at Sirius, before quickly taking her wand out and transfiguring a rock on the ground into a water hose.

Uh-oh. Sirius' mind registered panic as the fuming Anna advanced slowly on him, water spout in hand.

SPLAT!

A water bomb filled with green jelly burst over Sirius. He turned in indignation to find a laughing Remus standing beside the tub of water balloons. "Thought I'd come and join the fun," he called amusedly.

Anna used Remus as a distraction to turn the hose on and splatter Sirius with freezing cold water.

"This'll teach you to mess with me!" she cried angrily, though Sirius could see the amusement glinting in her eyes. "Surrender?"

"Never!" And with that he dived across the lawn towards the tub, grabbed an armful of jelly-balloons and began hurling them at Anna, noticing with a satisfactory smirk that every one hit her perfectly.

She cried in outrage. "You insufferable git!"

"Aawwww," he mocked in a hurt voice. "You don't really mean that do you?"

"Yes!" she cried, brandishing her wand at the balloons. "Accio!"

They soared precariously toward her and she plucked them out of the air, lobbying the balloons in Sirius' direction.

"You'll pay for that one, Potter!" Sirius heard Ginny cry indignantly from his left, where Harry, Ginny, Remus and Hermione were partaking in a brutal war.

Everyone paused to look toward the house when a loud bang, followed shortly by an evil cackle of laughter interrupted their battle. Standing in the doorway were Ron, Fred, George and Tonks, all staring down at the mess in the backyard. With gleeful cries, Fred and George bounded down the steps of the porch, identical wicked grins plastered across their faces. Chaos ensued.

A/N: Crappy, I know, but I had to write this gigantic essay on Coleridge for English and I didn't want to keep you waiting, so there it is. To cover something up; one reviewer on more than one occasion has pointed out that I have a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes in my story. After receiving the review I was mortified; while I know that I'm not spectacular in grammar I always thought my spelling wasn't too bad, although my abysmal typing skills often give way to some unfortunate typos. So, anyway, I went through the story as it was posted on and I was having trouble finding any huge mistakes. I resolved to be more careful, edit more and just overall watch out for stupid mistakes, but the worry never left me. Then, while eating my afternoon tea this afternoon, it hit me. I'M AUSTRALIAN!!! I don't know if I have any Aussie readers, but we spell and use grammar quite differently to Americans and I suppose English people as well. For example: realize to realise, jail to gaol, mom to mum, prophesy to prophecy.

I also wondered why my wonderful spelling and grammar checker wasn't picking up these apparent mistakes when I realised that it was also on an Australian Dictionary setting. So yeah, I solved the mystery. Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to fix it. I could always just set it to American, but then when I write for school my teachers would freak out on me, not to mention I would be driving myself insane knowing that it isn't how words are spelt (at least in my country.) Hehe, I wonder how this is going to work when I become an English teacher abroad (hopefully that is, let's just see if I get the right NEWT scores.) Hah. But at least you're not going to be thinking that I'm a real blonde. So anyway, please review, as always and have a lovely day/night/afternoon/morning. Adapt the sentence for wherever you are...