I do not own Harry Potter. I only own…I'll get back to you on that. This is during their sixth year mind you.

The summer was uneventful for Harry. A whole summer of listening to the Dursleys. "I'm so glad that summer is almost over," Harry said as he collapsed on his bed; face first. He had to spend the whole day listening to Dudley and his obnoxious parents order him about. "Only eight more days until…" Harry started to drift unconscious. Little did he know that he was being watched by something with light blue glowing eyes, on the other side of his window.

"Harry," A familiar voice called to him, dragging him half out of his dream world. "Harry, wake up." Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times, to get the blurriness out of his eyes.

"Hermione?" Harry asked as he sat up from his sprawled position. Realizing that he was still in his clothes from yesterday, Harry glanced around for anything clean. "What are you doing here?"

"Look out your window," Hermione said, redirecting Harry's attention. Harry looked towards his window and saw Fred and George, sitting in the ever famous, wrecked up, blue, flying car.

"Hiya Harry," Fred said as he and George waved.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked as he looked in the car for Ron. "Where's Ron?" Harry asked when he saw that Ron wasn't present.

"He's currently sick at The Burrow," Hermione said. "Mrs. Weasley said that it was alright if we came and got you after they came and got me. So hurry and get your stuff ready, we have a lot to do." Harry nodded and went to collect his trunk with most of his stuff in it. When everything was set, they entered the car and flew off to The Burrow. On the trip there, Hermione, Harry, Fred and George talked about things that were happening as of late.

"So, what happened when Mrs. Weasley found out about you two leaving school?" Harry asked when they almost reached The Burrow.

"Nothing much, just chase us around with a few skillets," Fred said as he and George laughed.

"You shoul'ave seen the look on mum's face though," George said as they started to get the car ready for the descend. "Mum's done worse damage when she found out that we 'tampered' with Percy's wand."

"No, remember when we fixed the toaster," Fred said as they laughed harder. Harry and Hermione exchanged questioning looks. "Here we are!" The car hit the ground and George slammed on the breaks, causing dirt to be thrown in the air. "Now you go in, we've got to keep an eye out for mum." All four of them exited the car; Hermione and Harry went towards the house while the twins searched around for a bit before entering The Burrow. When they entered The Burrow, they were met with the sight of no one. Fred and George exchanged looks of mischief, but hid them when Harry and Hermione looked at them.

"What?" They asked, causing Harry and Hermione to turn back around. "Three…two…one…" At that second, Mrs. Weasley came running down the stairs as Fred and George bolted out of the main room and into the living room.

"It's so good to see you both!" Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged Hermione and Harry like she hadn't have seen them in centuries. "Are you two hungry?" Hermione shook her head, along with Harry. "Well, you're still going to eat." She sat them both at the table and started to cook. Harry was looking around the place while Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were talking about god-knows-what. Harry heard a sound of floorboards squeaking. He looked in the direction and saw Ron. He was covered mostly in a huge quilt, his skin was pale, he was sniffling, and he had dark rings under his eyes, which suggested lack of sleep. Ron put his finger to his mouth, telling Harry to be quiet. Harry grinned and smiled. He knew what it was like sneaking out of bed…and even more of what it was like to get caught.

"RON!!!" Hermione yelled. Mrs. Weasley turned to face where Hermione yelled.

"What are you doing out of bed?" She scolded with the wooden spoon still in her hands. Right then, Fred, George, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley poked their heads out of the living room.

"RUN RON, RUN!!!" Fred and George yelled as they saw what was going on.

"When did you two arrive?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry and Hermione as he entered the kitchen.

"A few minutes ago," Hermione replied as she and Harry shook hands with Mr. Weasley. Ginny entered the kitchen shortly after, lightly blushing when Harry looked at her and their eyes met. Fred and George ran to Ron, grabbed him by the underarms, and hauled him up the stairs before Mrs. Weasley could get a hold of his, wooden spoon or not, it wouldn't be pretty. Breakfast was served while everyone talked amongst everyone else. After breakfast was done, Hermione, Harry, and Mrs. Weasley went to go check on Ron.

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