Uh.... It's 6:36 in the morning and I was just finishing up this chapter, since I've finally (almost) finished with all of my absent work and I'm allowed to use the computer again. Dum dee dum dee dum.... (*Whistles to herself*) Oh! Oh, yeah, on with the chapter!

By the way, that riddle that I put up was answered correctly by a few of my reviewers (*gives out cookies*) and the answer was:

That, that is, is. That, that is not, is not.

And there are still spoilers, and I'm afraid that there will be for the rest of the story, most likely. Sorry. *Chuckles evilly*

Chapter Fourteen: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes

"Somebody's coming for me."

And that was that. Harry finished his orange juice and bacon then went back up to his room to pack.

* * *

To think. Harry hadn't thought this would be hard.

He didn't usually think that way, it was just that, what with what Dumbledore had told him about himself at the end of June he'd thought that things, magic, should be easier. Wasn't he supposed to be just as powerful as the most powerful wizard in the world? And yet, now, months after he had initially started, Harry was still having trouble even repelling off the legilimens charm.

Now it might be a bit easier, but Harry didn't think it was because he was actually making any progress. More like the fact that it was Dumbledore that was teaching him, and not Snape. At least the sight of Harry didn't make Dumbledore's mouth curl in a sneer and his eyes flash with promised future detentions. On the contrary, the sight of Harry to Dumbledore always seemed to make something of two things: either a sad despair deep set in his eyes, or a light twinkle of laughter and pride.

It didn't really matter which. Every time Harry saw Dumbledore all he felt was guilt at not being able to live up to the place that Dumbledore seemed to think he could so easily fill.

Dumbledore told Harry one night that the next day he would be going to the burrow. Remus Lupin was staying there and Harry would be getting training from him.

"Why?" Harry interrupted, frustrated as he was, the thought of still more of 'training' was enough to set off his nerves, "Why can't I just take a break for a while?"

He waited while Dumbledore's clear blue eyes stared into his own and for an unbelieving moment he thought that Dumbledore was going to hit him, that was how angry he looked, for a moment, but then it was gone and he sighed, saying, "Fine, Harry. Fine."

* * *

"Three extendable ears, one fake wand, and a portable swamp!" George said, loudly and happily toward the back room where Harry, Ron, and Fred were already laden down with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes merchandise.

"Slow down, master! We aren't your slaves!" Fred said as they emerged and began setting oddly shaped packages on the counter in front of the gaggle of customers (most of them Hogwarts students) and started handing them out and exchanging money. A few people were staring at Harry, which he found not remotely annoying, since they'd been doing so all day, and they continued to do so as he departed into the back room again.

"Ah, business, business." Fred said, smirking, "We're coming up with a few new pastries and candies and things. It'll put Zonko's out of business, it will."

"Of course it will." Ron said as he pulled down a few fireworks from a shelf that was almost empty, "but I heard the owner of Floorish and Blotts saying earlier today that he has nothing to worry about. You guys don't sell books."

"Well maybe we ought to, little brother, just so we can prove them wrong." Fred laughed.

"Speaking of books, don't you two need some new books?" Hermione said from the doorway, Ginny and Luna Lovegood flanking her.

"Yes." Harry sighed.

"I can't believe that you're still taking potions." Ron said loudly, yet again voicing his bad omens on Harry's decision to do so. "I tell you, you should've made sure that you failed your O.W.L. so that you wouldn't have a chance of taking it at all.

"McGonagall told me last year that if I really want to be an auror I'd have to take potions. And Snape can't kick me out...yet...because I actually did pass the O.W.L."

"Unlike somebody we know." Hermione said pointedly.

"Hey, I knew I wasn't going to get good marks in the first place. And what's the point of trying if I know I'm not going to carry on with it?"

"Let's think," Replied Hermione mockingly, "Uh...I don't know...a job!"

"Who says I'm going to need potions for the job that I want?" Ron retorted, "Besides, if worse comes to worse, I can always get a job with my dear brothers--right Fred?"

Fred didn't respond, but broke into a fit of coughs and stumbled hurriedly out of the room.

"I think that means a no, Ron" Hermione said smugly, and everyone but Luna laughed.

The air had certainly been much easier since Harry's return to The Burrow. Harry had a feeling that everyone in the Weasley household was being exceptionally positive for his own sake, so he worked to make sure that their efforts weren't made for nothing. His spirits were higher than they had been and Harry was sure that going back to Hogwarts wouldn't be nearly as bad as he had thought.