A/N: Hi there. Just letting you all know that this is a 5 Chapter story. It becomes short on detail because I am assuming that all my readers are familiar with the magical places mentioned. I felt that I just needed to deal with the challenge, and the reader could fill in all the details themselves - though this is related more to the last few chapters.

Thanks for everyone who has commented so far - I really appreciate it! You are making me feel like I should have a go at writing another story - any challenges out there? I don't want to write a novel...so, any quick challenges or situations to write about would be cool :)

Chapter 2 – The Reception

Yet another humorous and bizarrely odd scene greeted Harry in the Dursley's house. As he looked down from the second floor landing to the front entranceway scene, he couldn't suppress the brilliant smile that was creeping across his lips.

In the doorway stood Mr. Weasley, decked out in his Muggle best, which consisted of board shorts, socks and sandals, and a Hawaiian shirt today. A tall woman with long blonde hair, whom Harry hadn't seen before, accompanied him. He had a strong suspicion, however, that it was Nymphadora Tonks.

He had stood looking over the banister now for about a minute without anyone noticing his presence. Then the woman he suspected was Tonks turned her head to look at him – an understanding-looking smile appearing on her lips.

"Wotcher, Harry!" she called to him.

Harry meekly waved back at her. As he saw everyone turning to look at him, he become acutely aware that he looked and smelt like a mess. His face had begun to feel very hot. He quickly turned around and headed back into his room to collect his things and get changed, assuming that they would be leaving in less than five minutes for Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry heard a soft knock at his door, and turned around to see the woman with blonde hair enter his room. As the door opened, the shouts that were being issued from the men downstairs were clearly audible.

"Don't you dare point that THING at me," yelled Vernon. "You get out of my house right now," he continued viciously, "or I will call the police."

"Now listen here," Harry heard Mr. Weasley's calm voice, "we…"

Mr. Weasley's reply was cut short as the door to Harry's bedroom closed.

"How are you doing Harry?" Tonks said as she crossed the room and glanced at the letters Harry had received that morning, a concerned expression on her face.

"Fine," Harry mumbled as he turned from her inquisitive gaze. He had just managed to pull his jeans on before she had entered the room, and he was even more embarrassed now (he thought if that was possible) because not only was he still wishing he had cleaned both his room and himself that morning, he now also had the sneaking suspicion that Tonks might have accidentally caught a glimpse of his underwear.

"Quickly then," Tonks said, " let's get your things before your Uncle suffers a heart attack."

Harry quickly grabbed the letters and shoved them into his trunk; he slid the package into his pocket and pulled Hedwig and her cage from the top of his wardrobe. Tonks grabbed Harry's Firebolt and led the way out of Harry's room. As he left, Harry felt as though he had forgotten something, but didn't have time to turn around and check.

The verbal duelling still continued on downstairs at the entranceway. Dudley had finally awoken and was standing where Harry had stood before with a fearful, yet angry look on his face. Aunt Petunia stood behind her husband, trying to calm him down while staring venomously at Mr. Weasley. Harry agreed with Tonks' comment about Mr. Dursley being one angrier outburst away from a heart attack. .

He had decided not to use Fred and George's little gift due to this reason, however as he descended the stairs after Tonks he felt a violent force from behind. It took him by surprise and he fell to the bottom of the stairway, his trunk landing just mere centimetres from his skull. He turned to look up at the second floor to see Dudley grinning at him.

"Ha!" he shouted down at Harry, " you deserved that! Leave my family alone and never come back again! Or else next time you'll suffer worse than a fall down the stairs! I've had enough of you upsetting my dad!"

Tonks helped Harry up and took hold of his trunk. Harry changed his mind about his decision, ripped a corner off the small packet, and threw the whole contents towards Dudley's twisted face.

On impact, the packet softly exploded into glittering dust. As it settled onto the Dursley's clothes it didn't seem to have much of an effect on them. It only seemed to have made Uncle Vernon even angrier, made Aunt Petunia look mortified at the dust scattered everywhere in her spotless entrance, and Dudley still looked like an oversized pig standing on its two hind legs, although, Harry mused, he really looked more like an oversized pig standing on its two hind legs decked out in glitter.

Mr Weasley, Tonks and Harry stood right before the ornately decorated front door, unable to move. Harry felt as though they were transfixed, expecting something to happen. The Dursleys, glaring at them, looked like they were waiting for something too.

Mr Wesley broke the silence. "All right then," he said in his usual calm voice, "we'll be off now."

As he spoke the Dursley's seemed to jiggle to the syllables in his speech.

"Are you all right?" Mr Weasley asked them.

The Dursleys all made another four spasms with their bodies and then stopped moving.

"Hang on…"comprehension dawning on Mr Weasley's face as he turned to Harry, "did you get that powder from Fred and George?"

Harry nodded. A dull pain had started to throb near his right elbow and he wasn't sure why.

"Not to worry then," Mr Weasley said cheerfully as he opened the door and ushered Harry and Tonks out. He turned to the Dursleys as he stepped out the door. "It shouldn't last more than half an hour," he said with a grin, "no lasting damage unless you jiggle into something. You'll find your body moving to the beat, a kind of syncopation. Here, I'll put the wireless on to help pass the time." He gave a little flourish of his wand as he closed the door and Harry could hear the tinny sound from the radio in the sitting room.

"Oh my, look at the time!" Mr Weasley exclaimed as they moved away from the front door, "we had better hurry. Come on now, Harry."

As he walked down the front path, he turned around for one last look. Through the glass panels he could see the distorted shapes of the Dursleys making weird, stunted, jerking movements.