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Chapter 5-The Party and the Surprise on the Train

Harry was getting ready for the party that Mrs. Weasley had prepared when he received an owl from telling him the news. Most of The Order would be there, as Harry already had a semi-party with most of his friends.

The guests started arriving at about five o' clock. Mrs. Weasley stood at the door and greeted them as they made their way in and gave Harry their best wishes. Presents were piled on and around a low circular table. The entire Weasley family was there, with the exception of the three oldest children: Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Hermione and Joan had come early to help set up, and they, Ron, and Harry stood in a corner chatting pleasantly. Every so often, they were interrupted by members of The Order coming to say hello, keep up the good work, don't get yourself killed, etc.

Fred and George sauntered over carrying a big, round package that required both of them to carry. It looked oddly like a barrel.

"Hello Harry! How's it going?"

"Great," Harry replied, staring at the package. "What in the world is that?"

"This," said Fred, "is our greatest creation yet."

"If you don't tell mum about it," whispered George, "we'll give you as much as you want." He set his end of the package down on the ground and he and Fred proceeded to tear the paper from it.

"It's a barrel..." Joan said skeptically.

"Big whoop," Ron said. "Why do we have to keep it a secret?"

"Have you considered what could be in the barrel?" Hermione hissed.

"Fish!"

"Sardines."

"That's fish, stupid."

"Pickles?"

"Oh! I know! Monkeys!" Joan exclaimed.

"What would Fred and George be doing with pickles in a barrel?"

"Hello, did you hear me? I said monkeys!"

"Well, fish or pickles. Take your pick."

"WHY WON'T YOU GUYS LISTEN TO ME! I SAID MONKEYS!"

Harry and Ron turned on Joan yelling, "IF THERE WERE MONKEYS IN THAT BARREL WE WOULD HEAR THEM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

"Keep it down you guys. Mum'll hear," Fred hissed.

"Has it occurred to any of you that there might be alcohol in that barrel?" Hermione hissed.

"Oh. I thought you meant besides the obvious," Ron said, shrugging.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Come on, Joan. Let's go help Mrs. Weasley."

"Aw, but I want to see what's in the barrel..."

"We told mum it's Butterbeer," George whispered.

"But it's really not," Fred added.

"Have you ever heard of Vodka?" George asked.

They all nodded.

"Eighty percent?" Fred asked.

They nodded again.

"Well," George said boastfully, "This is one hundred percent."

The group sighed wistfully and Fred winked. "We're going to take it out in the yard. Wanna come?"

"Not so fast young man." Mrs. Weasley was standing directly behind them and looked like a very formidable adversary.

"Oh! Hello mum! Fancy meeting you here."

"I'll take care of that barrel if you don't mind."

"Oh, but we do, see."

Ignoring them, Mrs. Weasley tapped the barrel with her wand and it disappeared. "I'm ashamed of you two. Giving alcohol to children."

"In the Muggle pubs..." Fred started.

"In the Muggle pubs drinking age is eighteen. And you two are the only two who are eighteen."

"But in the Muggle pubs they'll give you a pint if you're sixteen and act mature. Harry's mature. Besides, it's his birthday."

"Yeah, we weren't going to give any to Joan."

"I don't care what they do in the Muggle pubs; we aren't Muggles. And it still doesn't matter." There was a commotion at the door. "Now I have to go greet guests. Don't do anything foolish." She stalked off muttering angrily to herself. She was trailing a strand of flesh-colored string.

"Extendable Ears! Fred! Mum's got some of our Extendable Ears!"

"I noticed." Fred sounded far from happy. "Come on. Dumbledore's here. We better go greet him."

The group in the corner migrated to the door where Dumbledore stood talking pleasantly to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. In his hands he held a small, wooden box.

"Fred and George had a barrel of what? And they almost gave some to Harry? That's really quite amusing, Molly. Really, you should know your children well enough by now to know they're quite incapable of reasoning." He grinned broadly. "Oh, come off it Molly. You know they're some of the worst troublemakers that ever plagued Hogwarts, but they've never hurt anyone. Besides, I think Harry has enough common sense to know not to drink alcohol."

"He might, but Ronnie doesn't," George interrupted. Dumbledore turned around and greeted him and Fred with a warm handshake.

"How nice to see you. How's the joke shop doing?"

"Great, great. We're hoping to pass Zonko's in the next few months."

"Excellent, excellent. Hello Ron, didn't take any vodka I hope... Hermione! One of only a few perfect O.W.L. recipients, good to see you. Ah! You must be Joan."

Joan nodded meekly, deeply in awe of the great headmaster.

"Nice to meet you. I will see you again in September if not sooner. Ah, Harry." Dumbledore presented him with the box. "Happy to hear your aunt and uncle are giving you a bit more freedom. Happy birthday." He shook Harry's hand. "But don't open the box until you get onto the train."

"Thanks, Headmaster. Come on in." As Dumbledore stepped inside, Harry felt someone touch his shoulder. He spun around. "What? Oh! Hi Lupin. Sorry."

"No problem. Let's all move away from the door now, shall we? The only reason I ask is that it's getting a bit drafty in here. Someone might see something as well."

"Right." Harry drifted back into the middle of the room and set Dumbledore's present gingerly on the table before choosing a seat on one of the lumpy couches. Fred and George were pretending to be each other, to Dumbledore's perpetual amusement. They turned to Harry as if noticing him for the first time and whispered quietly to each other.

"Hi Harry," George said innocently. "Is it true that it's your birthday?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"Well in that case," Fred grinned sinisterly, "let's sing him a song!"

"Oh god no," Harry murmured, hanging his head in his hands.

"Ready? Everybody sing together!" Members of The Order groaned at this command but reluctantly complied.

"HaPPy BIrthdaY tO yOu! hAppY biRTHDAy tO YoU! HAPpy bIRThdaY DEar hARRy! HaPPy BIrthdaY tO yOu!"

Fred and George stood back and admired their handiwork. "Excellent, excellent. We hope you can use magic better than you can sing, or You Know Who will kick all our sorry little arses."

Mad-Eye Moody cursed them so they couldn't speak for the rest of the night.

Mrs. Weasley had an argument with someone at the door, who apparently decided to go away, and she talked to Moody about it. The two of them went out and came back nearly fifteen minutes later, right before dinner. The rest of the night passed in a blur for Harry, and remained nothing but a dream of Butterbeer and chocolate frogs.

For the next 31 days, the trio spent the rest of the summer together. They went shopping, played games, talked, and when they were really bored they studied for N.E.W.T.s which was Hermione's idea of getting ready for the exams.

When the day arrived that they would need to depart Leaky Cauldron to go to King's Cross, the whole place chaos. People were trying to find missing articles of clothing and school supplies. Around 10 o' clock, they got their things ready to go and the escort from The Order arrived.

They arrived at King's Cross around 10:30 and went through the barrier. When they got onto the train it was around 10:50. Joan went off to look for friends and they settled into a compartment. The Weasleys arrived and settled in while updating Harry and Hermione about how Bill and Charlie were. When 11 o' clock arrived the train departed platform nine and three quarters

"Don't you guys need to go the Prefect meeting?" Neville asked as he entered the cabin.

"Hi Neville, nope, they sent us a letter informing us about the new stuff. As for patrols, Aurors are going to that now until the Dark-Lord is gone." Ginny replied because she was a 5th year prefect this year.

"Well, well if it isn't Potter, the mudblood, the stupid one, and the poor kids," Malfoy said as his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle laughed.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Just wanted to tell ya that I met the foreign exchange student and she is smoking hot."

"GET OUT MALFOY!" everybody in the cabin shouted.

"Hey there she is." Malfoy pointed in a dazed matter.

"What's up Malfoy?" the foreign exchange student asked.

"So you're the foreign exchange student from Japan" Hermione stated. "You don't look Japanese"

"I'm not Japanese. I just moved to Japan when my parents got a job there. I am really from England where I was adopted."

"Well that's nice but I'm really tired", Harry said as he shakes his hair and reveals his scar.

"HARRY YOU BASTARD! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"WHAT?" the cabin's occupants, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle shouted in unison.

"What the hell did I do?" Harry shouted back while he raised his wand to protect himself.

"You think a wand is going to protect your from my wrath?" The mystery girl smirked evilly as she raised her hand and with one swift swish, the wand in Harry's hand flew to the other side of the cabin. This caused the whole cabin to take out their wands.

"They never learn" with another swish their wands flew to the other side of the cabin.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your sister"

"Impossible, Voldemort killed my whole family." Malfoy, his lackeys, Ron, Ginny, and Neville flinch at the sound of the Dark Lord's name. Nobody needed to know about the picture at Gringotts. "Well, if you're so sure that you're my sister, what's your name?"

"The name's Potter, Elena Potter." Gasps could be heard throughout the cabin and the hallway.

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