Chapter 2
Weasly's Wizard Wheezes
Harry and Hermione walked into a funny looking shop with posters advertising products spanning the windows, as they walked inside they were greeted by two tall men with long red hair and scruffy looking beards, Fred and George Weasly, the mischief makers in chief of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, however they left in Harry's fifth year after Delores Umbridge had pushed them too far.
"Hullo Harry, Hermione, what brings you two fine young upstanding law abiding people to our quaint little shop?" Asked Fred or George, he couldn't tell between them.
"Well I thought I'd come and see how well my investments are doing, after all 10K is a lot of money. That and I was fishing for an invite to the Burrow at Christmas, after all it's my second home, I'm like the eighth Weasly."
"Make that the ninth now Harry, mum's had another, guess what she called him?" they both said in unison.
"I haven't got a clue, unless they named it something like Archibald or Edrick." replied Harry slightly laughing
"Wrong again Harry, she named it after a man very dear to all out hearts, Sirius. His full name's Sirius James Remus Weasly, in honour of our role models the Marauders. Of course mum thought we were rather sensible with the names because she didn't know what their alias' were to us, so she thinks that we were showing our respect to three of the greatest men she's ever known. " Said Fred as he had now managed to find a way of identifying them.
Harry's heart let out a jump for joy, now he had to go to the Burrow to see baby Sirius. The four of them chatted for ages until George quickly disappeared and reappeared with a small case, bearing the Potter family emblem.
"Dumbledore said you left this at Hogwarts in the last year after you spent all that time in the ward you must've forgotten them, so we took them for safe keeping, because you had to turn up someday." he said
Harry opened the box and out he pulled a piece of parchment, a penknife and a cloak, immediately he recognised them as Sirius' knife, the Marauder's Map and his Invisibility cloak. Many memories came flooding back to him and all the things he did with their aid.
"Thanks guys I really missed this stuff but I thought it had all been destroyed when Voldermort attacked the castle. Well as a gesture of thanks I'll take some joke food for the guys at work." said Harry.
Hermione smiled remembering full well the effects of the twins' first venture of tampering with food, the canary creams, Neville have ended up looking like big bird from sesame street. She laughed at the immaturity of it all. They'd come a long way since then though with their latest addition to the skiving snack boxes range, the chickenpox chews.
The two of them left the store and went back to Harry's bachelor pad, where they had a romantic dinner prepared by Dobby, who was decked out in the oddest assortment of clothes you've ever seen and on the high rate of 20 Galleons a week, this left Hermione impressed taking her back to the days of SPEW, which had come a long way since Hogwarts, and now a registered charity, noticing that Harry had taken notice of this after all made her strengthen her view of Harry as the perfect guy. Then they spent the night curled up on his couch watching love actually until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning Harry woke up and began to cook breakfast, the sweet aroma awoke Hermione in a good mood as she walked over to him and lent on his shoulder before kissing him. He smiled he hadn't been this happy since he left the Dursly's and got out on his own, and now he was going to have his dream job as a teacher at Hogwarts.