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a/n: hmmm, let's see. This chapter is very creative, uncreative, and slightly boring all at the same time. Whatever. And, wow, I forgot to add potc quotes. Just realized that now, can you believe it? Also, I wanted to add the OWL results, but I couldn't make it fit. They will be in the next chapter. Ta.

"Boy!"

Harry woke with a start. It was 5:30 am, and he had woken up a half an hour late. Just seconds ago, he heard Uncle Vernon's pounding footsteps thundering up the stairs. Harry had done it this time, and now he was in big trouble.

Harry's heart thumped loudly in his chest as he searched for his glasses. He couldn't let Uncle Vernon get to him. He knew this time would be bad.

However, his footsteps had stopped. What could he be up to? Harry's hand tripped over his glasses. He grabbed them and shoved them onto his face. The now focused room startled him. It was three times the size it should be. To his left, Harry saw, was a bed with someone in it, and to his right another. Harry tensed to stand up when realization hit. He flopped back onto his pillow, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers.

Why was he dreaming about the Dursleys when he had been at Grimmuald Place for over a month? Harry removed his hands from his face and looked at the clock on his nightstand. It really was 5:30, a half an hour after he usually woke when he stayed at the Dursleys. Still half asleep, Harry looked warily at the door. It would not surprise him if his uncle came barging through it at any second.

Knowing he was too tired to think straight, Harry removed his glasses, and went back to sleep.

Harry woke up a second time. Only now, it was because sunlight was slowly creeping into the room. A ray had fallen across Harry's eyes, causing him to stir.

Harry reached for his glasses and sat up. He felt he could think clearer, or at least better than earlier that morning.

The sunbeam that had woken him was not there anymore. Harry looked around for the light source. He knew there were no windows, so shy did he think it was coming from the sun?

I must be more tired than I think.

It didn't take Harry long to find what he was looking for. Hanging in his portrait, Phineas Nigellus had his wand it by the lumos charm. He moved it across the room again when he came to Harry.

"Oh, did I wake you?" he said, monotone. He was clearly annoyed, Harry could tell, to be checking the room.

"Off to tell Dumbledore you're all accounted for…" Phineas walked out of his picture.

Harry sat in bed puzzled. Why had Dumbledore sent Phineas to check on him, Ron, and Draco? He would have to ask when everyone woke up. For now, he didn't feel like contemplating the possibilities.

His scar was tingling, now that he thought about it. It did so often that Harry hardly noticed anymore. In fact, it was more unusual for it not to be tingling.

Harry put his mind on other matters. He didn't want to think about Voldemort. It was 6:47, and nobody else was up yet.

Sirius would have been up.

In an instant, a single flash, Harry relived Sirius' death, his attempt to seek revenge, and Dumbledore's explanation in his office. Harry felt himself slipping again into depression. He hadn't thought much about his godfather since he had arrived at Grimmuald Place. A surge of guilt bubbled in his stomach, making him nauseous.

He had gotten past trying to blame himself—or someone else—for what had happened. Rotting hands of depression gripped Harry's shoulders and brought them back against the mattress. He lay there, staring at the blank ceiling.

Harry had put many drawn-out hours at the Dursleys mourning Sirius' death. It seemed strange that since he had arrived at Sirius' house, he had spent a significantly less amount of time thing about him.

Harry looked over at Draco's still body. It was because of him. Even though Draco had proven himself a true allay, Harry was still ever wary. He was always on guard, although he tried to hide it. He was constantly aware of where his wand was; in his back pants pocket, or in his front robes pocket. Harry knew that Draco was still having a hard time accepting himself and his recent decisions. Sometimes, Harry fount it hard to hide his suspicion of Draco's true intentions. Draco did not need to be concerned with that.

Harry took off his glasses and rolled over, smashing his face into his pillow. The silence was suddenly too loud. He pulled the sheet over his head and went back to sleep.

"Are they done? Are they finished?"

"Yes, we just need to test them."

"Unlock the door, just incase we need help if something goes wrong."

"Ok, now, put them on."

"I'm not putting them on after what happened last time. You put them on."

"No, that's exactly why I'm not going to, little bro. You put them on."

"I'm not the younger one."

"Yes you are."

Fred and George glared at each other.

"Put them on," said Fred

"No! I was almost blinded last time I tried those extendable eyes," said George.

"You don't trust me to help you if something goes wrong?"

"Not with those," said George, indicating the small pair of glasses Fred held.

There was a pause.

"Do you want to try them on down there?" Fred asked, pointing to the floor.

George considered this. He was extremely annoyed at his brother right now. He tested the extendable eyes last time. Why couldn't Fred do it now?

"Fine," he said.

"Great," Fred clapped his hands together.

POP. The twins were gone.

"We don't want to play; we just thought it would be interesting to talk."

"'Interesting to talk?' To chess pieces?" the pawn looked at Harry like he was insane.

"Well," Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, "we were bored."

"Then play a game of chess if you're bored!" said the pawn, outraged.

"There are three of us," Hermione pointed out, "and chess is only for two. Besides, Ron always wins anyway."

Ron grinned. He knew she was right.

"But you're talking to chess pieces!" the pawn shook in anger and confusion. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Hermione. "Who has conversations with chess pieces!" Without looking, the pawn swung his sword to this right, decapitating the pawn next to him.

Draco listened from his bed. Lying with his hands behind his head, he rested hid eyes. Draco refused to try to engage chess pieces in a conversation. He had to admit though, that what he could hear was very amusing.

Back on the board, havoc was breaking loose.

"Traitor!" yelled a knight. "He was one of us!"

The knight made to shoot the pawn who had killed the one next to him, but his horse spooked. The knight's shot missed, and hit the king of the white pieces across the board.

"Illegal move!" shouted the queen. "Illegal move!" She knelt and wept for her husband.

"Attack!" yelled the white knight. The pieces surged forward.

"Fire!" roared the black knight. His pawns took aim and fired in unison.

"Oh my," said Hermione. She picked up the queens to keep them out of harms way.

The queens screamed in horror.

"Help! Help! I'm being abducted!" shouted the white one.

"Let me go!" The black queen stood from her chair and picked it up. She began repeatedly hitting Hermione's hand.

Meanwhile, the white queen attempted to jump off.

"No, no," said Hermione.

"Let me go!" shouted the white queen. He knelt down and bit Hermione's hand. Harry and Ron laughed.

"Ouch!" Hermione shrieked and dropped the queens among the fighting chess pieces.

POP. The Weasley twins appeared. Fred landed on the chess board, (literally) suppressing the battle. George bounced on Harry's bed, and then walked over to Ron's. He pulled Fred off the board.

Ron looked horrified at the sight before him. All of the chess pieces were smashed like clay into the board, and twitching. Harry took out his wand to poke them.

"Harry!" scolded Hermione.

"What?" he asked. "They're just chess pieces," he shrugged, but put his wand away.

"I guess you're right." Said Ron, although his expression hadn't changed.

Fred removed the board from the bed.

"George is going to test the extendable eyes," he said.

"No I'm not," said George. "Fred is."

Ron was afraid they would make him do it, but didn't move for fear that they would notice him.

Fred looked around the room to try to think of something to get George to try the extendable eyes. Instead, he saw Draco. He appeared to be sleeping.

"You're right, I will," said Fred.

"What?" said George, confused by his brother's sudden change of mind.

Fred put on the glasses. The lenses sunk back and merged with his eyes. Fred flinched when they touched his eyeballs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched in disgust. Like a cartoon, Fred's eyes stretched out of the frame of the glasses. They grew and stretched like two rods across the room over to Draco. They curved so they were "eye to eye" with him.

Draco was in that half stage between being awake and asleep. He had heard the twins apperate into the room and the conversation that followed, but it never really registered. However, for some reason, he opened his eyes.

"Ahh!" Draco swatted at the hovering pair of eyes before him.

"Ahh!" Fred grabbed at his face when Draco hit his eyes. They quickly sunk back to his face. Fred ripped off the glasses and rubbed his eyes. George ran over to see if there was anything he could do. He persuaded Fred to remove his hands. Fred's eyes were swollen, red, and tearing.

"Can you see?" asked George.

"Yes," said Fred. "They just sting." He tried to glare at Draco. "I think I would have been fine if you hadn't hit my eyes."

"You asked for it," said Draco defensively.

Harry laughed. He was right.

"Well, now we know nothing can tough the eyes when they're extended, little bro," said George.

"I'm not the younger-"

"I'm going to write that down," said George.

POP. He was gone.

Fred growled. "He's going to get it."

POP.

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