DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, plain and simple.
A/N (4-15): Yeah, it's the same day... I couldn't just stop after the prologue! But I'll stop after this, so I can thank people that leave reviews at the end of the chapter. And I want to make you wait! *cackles*
CHAPTER 1: The Surprise Visit
(Anna) Harry had not seen his friends since then, though he now wrote and received regular letters, remembering what Moody had said about writing every three days. Hedwig was busy, heading back and forth, to Grimmauld Place, Number 4 Privet Drive, the Burrow, Hermione's house, and back to Privet Drive again.
Despite what his friends had said about seeing him soon, Harry found himself still cooped up in Privet Drive on a windy, blustery Sunday in the middle of June.
As he sat reading the Daily Prophet, which he still had not forgiven for letting Fudge push it into keeping quiet about Voldemort's return, though he read for the defensive spells that came up every few days, he heard a thump and an "Aaaaagh!" from his uncle downstairs and decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Downstairs he discovered Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George all piled in a heap on the living room floor in front of the fire place. His uncle Vernon had jumped up on a couch and was turning and lovely shade of pink.
"Hey, Harry," said Ron from the bottom of the pile.
Fred and George stood. "Thought we'd pay you a visit, old chap," said Fred.
"Yes, absolutely spiffing to see you... by the way..." said George.
"Is Dudley around?" Said Fred, and the twins cracked their familiar, identical evil grins.
"Well, I don't think we should let you two anywhere near Harry's cousin," said Hermione.
"Besides, it's Harry we want to see," finished Ron, grinning.
Harry grinned too, but Uncle Vernon let out a squeak.
"Wha... what do you mean, boy, bringing these... well... why are they here?"
"They're my friends coming to visit."
Uncle Vernon now turned a vivid scarlet, but didn't argue, perhaps remembering Moody's threats and large, round, electric blue eye.
"C'mon up to my room," said Harry.
They tramped upstairs. "Great to see you, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George!" said Harry, beaming. "How'd you manage it?"
"It was really Fred and George that did it, they arranged for Mum and Dad to be out while we used some floo powder to get here," said Ron.
"Thanks, Fred and George," said Harry. "So why'd you decide to come along?"
"Oh, c'mon Harry, we can't even visit our little bro's best mate?"
"Of course, there might have been other reasons..."
"You two," Sighed Hermione, "I should have guessed you were up to something. Well, make it quick," she said, checking her watch, a magical time piece that didn't need setting." I need to get back by noon, because my parents will pick me up at one, and if they're early and find the Burrow empty..."
"Relax, Hermione, we've got nearly three hours," said Ron, "No one's going to catch us."
"Aah... so sure of that, are we, Ickle Prefect?" asked George in a Peeves-like voice.
"Shut up," was all Ron said.
"So, Harry," said Fred, "We appreciated you funding our joke shop..."
"And we're going to let you in on our little scheme," said George.
"Ta-da!" they chorused and George whipped out an old, rusty...
"Lamp," said Hermione skeptically, "A magic lamp for a genie to come out of?" she snorted.
"Aah, Hermione, don't take that tone with us or you might not get to come," said Fred.
"Where?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"To a place no good ickle student has ever gone," said George.
"Hogwarts in the summer," said Fred.
"You see, with some experimentation, we come up with a spell that will bypass the usual one around Hogwarts in the summer, preventing people from getting in."
Hermione asked excitedly, "Have you read Hogwarts, a History, too?"
"Nah, we have this information from..."
"...Previous adventures," finished Fred, "Anyway, even though we never actually tried it, we know for sure this lamp will do its job."
"It's a portkey, and at 9:30 a.m. today..."
"Anyone who's touching it will go straight to Hogwarts," said Fred.
Harry grinned and reached out to touch the lamp, along with Ron.
"Harry, Ron, I can't believe you're doing this," said Hermione, "It could be dangerous!"
"That's why you've got to come along in case anything goes wrong," said Ron.
Hermione made a disgusted noise and laid a finger on the lamp. Her watched ticked 9:28, 9:29...
A familiar tugging sensation as if a hook was behind his navel pulled at Harry as he, Ron, Fred, Hermione, and George whirled... and stopped.
"Hey, this is the Room of Requirement!" exclaimed Ron.
"All right," said Hermione, "We've got..." she looked at her watch, then froze. Harry looked at the watch, then Ron, then Fred and George.
"Ahem... that can sometimes happen," said Fred.
"We bypassed it, but by going back in time," said George. "Way back." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Yeah... I didn't write any of this. Anna did. Bloody brilliant, I might add. She's a very talented writer. Well, leave some reviews!
A/N (4-15): Yeah, it's the same day... I couldn't just stop after the prologue! But I'll stop after this, so I can thank people that leave reviews at the end of the chapter. And I want to make you wait! *cackles*
CHAPTER 1: The Surprise Visit
(Anna) Harry had not seen his friends since then, though he now wrote and received regular letters, remembering what Moody had said about writing every three days. Hedwig was busy, heading back and forth, to Grimmauld Place, Number 4 Privet Drive, the Burrow, Hermione's house, and back to Privet Drive again.
Despite what his friends had said about seeing him soon, Harry found himself still cooped up in Privet Drive on a windy, blustery Sunday in the middle of June.
As he sat reading the Daily Prophet, which he still had not forgiven for letting Fudge push it into keeping quiet about Voldemort's return, though he read for the defensive spells that came up every few days, he heard a thump and an "Aaaaagh!" from his uncle downstairs and decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Downstairs he discovered Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George all piled in a heap on the living room floor in front of the fire place. His uncle Vernon had jumped up on a couch and was turning and lovely shade of pink.
"Hey, Harry," said Ron from the bottom of the pile.
Fred and George stood. "Thought we'd pay you a visit, old chap," said Fred.
"Yes, absolutely spiffing to see you... by the way..." said George.
"Is Dudley around?" Said Fred, and the twins cracked their familiar, identical evil grins.
"Well, I don't think we should let you two anywhere near Harry's cousin," said Hermione.
"Besides, it's Harry we want to see," finished Ron, grinning.
Harry grinned too, but Uncle Vernon let out a squeak.
"Wha... what do you mean, boy, bringing these... well... why are they here?"
"They're my friends coming to visit."
Uncle Vernon now turned a vivid scarlet, but didn't argue, perhaps remembering Moody's threats and large, round, electric blue eye.
"C'mon up to my room," said Harry.
They tramped upstairs. "Great to see you, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George!" said Harry, beaming. "How'd you manage it?"
"It was really Fred and George that did it, they arranged for Mum and Dad to be out while we used some floo powder to get here," said Ron.
"Thanks, Fred and George," said Harry. "So why'd you decide to come along?"
"Oh, c'mon Harry, we can't even visit our little bro's best mate?"
"Of course, there might have been other reasons..."
"You two," Sighed Hermione, "I should have guessed you were up to something. Well, make it quick," she said, checking her watch, a magical time piece that didn't need setting." I need to get back by noon, because my parents will pick me up at one, and if they're early and find the Burrow empty..."
"Relax, Hermione, we've got nearly three hours," said Ron, "No one's going to catch us."
"Aah... so sure of that, are we, Ickle Prefect?" asked George in a Peeves-like voice.
"Shut up," was all Ron said.
"So, Harry," said Fred, "We appreciated you funding our joke shop..."
"And we're going to let you in on our little scheme," said George.
"Ta-da!" they chorused and George whipped out an old, rusty...
"Lamp," said Hermione skeptically, "A magic lamp for a genie to come out of?" she snorted.
"Aah, Hermione, don't take that tone with us or you might not get to come," said Fred.
"Where?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"To a place no good ickle student has ever gone," said George.
"Hogwarts in the summer," said Fred.
"You see, with some experimentation, we come up with a spell that will bypass the usual one around Hogwarts in the summer, preventing people from getting in."
Hermione asked excitedly, "Have you read Hogwarts, a History, too?"
"Nah, we have this information from..."
"...Previous adventures," finished Fred, "Anyway, even though we never actually tried it, we know for sure this lamp will do its job."
"It's a portkey, and at 9:30 a.m. today..."
"Anyone who's touching it will go straight to Hogwarts," said Fred.
Harry grinned and reached out to touch the lamp, along with Ron.
"Harry, Ron, I can't believe you're doing this," said Hermione, "It could be dangerous!"
"That's why you've got to come along in case anything goes wrong," said Ron.
Hermione made a disgusted noise and laid a finger on the lamp. Her watched ticked 9:28, 9:29...
A familiar tugging sensation as if a hook was behind his navel pulled at Harry as he, Ron, Fred, Hermione, and George whirled... and stopped.
"Hey, this is the Room of Requirement!" exclaimed Ron.
"All right," said Hermione, "We've got..." she looked at her watch, then froze. Harry looked at the watch, then Ron, then Fred and George.
"Ahem... that can sometimes happen," said Fred.
"We bypassed it, but by going back in time," said George. "Way back." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Yeah... I didn't write any of this. Anna did. Bloody brilliant, I might add. She's a very talented writer. Well, leave some reviews!