Disclaimer: I have no intention of making aney money off of this story,I give all credit for characters(and histories of said characters)to J.K. Rowling

Chapter 8:

Leaving Pranks

"Wake up sleepy-head." Came a hissed whisper in his ear.

"Get your lazy arse out of bed!" Came an almost identical voice on his other side right in his ear at quite a higher volume.

He was vertical in two seconds.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here at…" he tried to focus on the digital clock next to his bed, but failed and was forced to slip his glasses on. "Blinkin' six thirty in the bloody morning?" He asked.

"We're here to pick you up, dear heart." Fred said in a very perky voice. "Here, caffeine is good for you." Fred handed him a cup of conjured coffee.

Harry glared at him around the rim of the glass as he gulped it down.

"Why the hell are there people here at six thirty?" Alima's voice came from under the covers on his bed.

"We're going to stay with the Twins." Harry replied. "Up." He pulled the blankets back to find a sprawled and half-awake Alimaon his bed. "C'mon, get anything you have or you need and lets go." He adjusted his pants that he had slept in, pulled his boots over them, tied them up, grabbed one of his green dragon shirts, tied it on, stuffed the jacket into his trunk, and went to walk out.

"Oh crap, my wand. Might want that later." He said, grabbing it out of his desk drawer and clipping it into the gauntlet on his right arm.

"You think?" George asked sarcastically.

"I gotta leave a note for my Aunt and Uncle." He shrunk his trunk and pocketed it, then snuck down the hallway. "Meet me at the front door." Hewhispered tothem.

"Vernon…" he knocked gently on the door. No response. He knocked again for good measure, and then decided to just conjure paper and a pencil and leave a note.

Vernon-

My friends came to pick me up this morning. I would have told you but you're asleep. I'll see you next summer.

Harry stuck it right on the door where he knew it wouldn't be missed and padded off downstairs.

"Nora…" he gently woke her sleeping form from where she was on the couch. "I'm leaving now. Thought you might like to know. Won't see you again for a very long while." He grinned weakly into her sleepy face. "Here." He gave her a big hug, and slipped a silver locket around her neck. "That way you don't forget me." He winked at her and stood. She was sleepily examining the silver piece and not saying anything.

"Thanks." She whispered as he moved to walk away. "Will I be able to write you letters?" She asked.

"I'll write you, and every time an owl shows up, you'll know its me." He promised quietly. "See you around." He promised.

He made his way to the door quietly. "Where's George?" He asked, seeingFred alone by the door.

"Upstairs being George. Here's the portkey, it'll activate any second…as soon as George gets downstairs I'd think." A sudden thud was heard from above Harry's head, and George came sprinting into the foyer.

"Go, go, go!" He hissed, touching the muggle cigarette lighter.

"What the hell did you do?" Harry asked just as they were whisked away through to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"As soon as dear Dudley stands up out of bed, his room will smell of moldy dung bombs and everything in it will light up with Weasley's Famous Ever Start Never Stop Fireworks. I think it's a fitting goodbye." George said upon regaining his balance in front of the shop.

Harry grinned widely. "Wish I could see that…or at least hear it." He said, and shrugged. "I just hope you haven't throughly ruined my place to stay,I do actually need them you know...blood magic and all that."

"Let's get your stuff upstairs…we made you a room…and just to let you know, you'd have been coming over whether your Uncle said yes or no." Fred, who was walking ahead of him, informed him.

"I figured. Why do you think I was packed and ready to go at that hour?" Harry smiled.

"Let's get you settled in, then we can go to St. Mungo's." George said.

"Why are we going to St. Mungo's?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"To get your eyes fixed. Dumbledore reckons you're better off having your sight." Fred explained, unlocking the door to their apartment. "Your rooms there." He pointed to his right, and sure enough a door was there next to the kitchen. Harry went over and pushed open the door.

"Nothin' fancy of course, but you're connected to the bath and kitchen both. What more can you ask for?" George stood in the doorway with his Twin right beside. Harry took in the square, empty space that had gold carpeting and burgundy walls. "You need furniture…. don't you." George stated resignedly. "Looks like we'll be stopping after Mungo's, dear brother." Fred shrugged.

"Just set your stuff down, and let's go to Mungo's then." George said. Harry pulled the tiny suitcase from his pocket and enlarged it, then set it against a wall, he pulled the Hebridean jacket from it before leaving. "Let's be off."

They set off towards The Leaky Cauldron briskly, obviously trying to get away from the deserted alley as fast as they could. Harry still couldn't believe that it was so bare.

"Care for a mug?" Tom called as they strode past.

"On the way back in, Tom." Harry said politely and they stepped out into London.

Author's Note: Please don't hate me for moving slow, I just have top set up this next thing. You'll see if you keep reading.