Hey, people I'm back with another chapter, sry for taking a while.So here's the new chapter. Well thanks.Read and review.

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Illusen, the earth faerie

Harry's sixth year:

Chapter seven

Oh Dear!Mum's found out!

With summer drawing to a close, every one wanted Harry to be with Hermione and Ron-every one Harry knew like a family that is. The answer of course lied with his uncle and aunt, and Harry unfortunately couldn't pretend to grocery shopping for a week with Mrs.Figg.He decided to talk about it with Uncle Vernon, reason with him-if that was possible.

So a week before Hogwarts when he was frying eggs for the Dursley's, he asked innocently,

"Um, Uncle Vernon?"

In reply the beefy uncle grunted. Charming as ever. Harry took it for a 'yes' and plunged on.

"You see I was wondering' if I could stay with um, people like me for this last week and then go to my-um- school from there than."

No answer.

Harry tried again. "So could I?"

A grunt.

"I see." Harry fibbed. In reality he didn't get it. "So can I?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia locked eyes, with a whispered inaudible quick convo they nodded to each other, Uncle Vernon turned to his nephew and gave a short, curt bob of his head.

"Uh, great.Thanks."

Dudley rolled his eyes. He was still hurting from the time Harry had made a fool out of him. "Is Potty school-sick?Jeez, only a freak like you would go to that freak school and miss it."

His parents didn't say a word. Not a compliment or criticism. Neither did Harry, he was just too happy to get upset about a couple of words stringed into a sentence.

"Um,yeah,your right." Harry absently mumbled. Dudley widened his eyes at Harry's words. "Weirdo." He muttered before leaving the table and stalking off. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia followed suit.

Harry didn't mind too much, after all his week would be Dursley-free!

A day later Harry was at Grimmald Place sitting on the edge of the bed in the room he shared with Ron. He lay back on his bed, knowing that soon enough Mrs.Weasely would call for dinner, he dozed off dreaming about owls on broomsticks playing quiditch.

Harry was woken up by Mrs.Weasely shouting merrily for every one to wash up and eat.

Harry rubbed sleep out of his eyes and washed up hastily and raced down the stairs with one bound he reached the floor.

The table was set with gleaming cutlery and everyone was settling down, chatting.

"Hey Harry." Hermione waved to him from across from him. "Had enough sleep?"

"Yep."

Fred and George sat next to each other, Fred sitting at Harry's right. "We could hear you snoring, so we went upstairs and put a silencing charm on it, we know old age can make you snore in your sleep, but you old boy, you have to see, it's getting quite disturbing." George joked.

Harry laughed along with the others. Ron, who sat at Harry's left shoved food up his mouth. "Ha a goo sweep? m,mm, dis dastes goo."

"Rooonnn." Hermione stretched the syllables severely. "Talk when you've swallowed."

Ron shot her a reproachful look, but obeyed. Getting his food down with a few gulps of pumpkin juice he answered. "Happy, Ms. Bossy."

"Uh! I'm just trying to teach you some manners Mr. Stubborn." She retorted, tossing her curly brown hair behind her face.

"What. Ever." Ron replied.

"Fred, George?" Mrs. Weasely asked.

"Yes mum." They answered as they gulped down there food.

"You two need to get a job. You can't live on nothing and certainly not forever in this house. Working with the ministry would be a good thing." She suggested.

Harry,Ron, Hermione.George and Fred stopped eating letting there spoons fall with a clatter, the other adults looked at them curiously.

THE Twins glanced at Harry, pleadingly.He gave them the tiniest of nods.

Fred and George took deep breaths. "Look Mum, don't get mad, but-"

"But what? This better be good." Mrs. Weasely's red curls bounced as she fluffed them slightly, and then looked expectantly at them. She had abandoned her food completely-every one seated at the table had.

"Well," Fred began."We didn't mean to upset you-"

"It's perfectly legal." George added.

"Loads of money making it." Fred inserted.

"Pretty creative."

"We worked hard-we really-"

"ENOUGH!" There mom hollered. "No more baloney, get right to the point!Now!"

Inhaling and then exhaling some air, they answered. "We have a joke shop. We work there for a living. We own it."

Silence.

Mrs. Weasely's mouth dropped, too stunned to speak. In a shaking voice she asked. "You work there. I guess you can do that on the weekends and do something in the ministry full-time."

Fred and George gulped. "Um actually, we were planning to work there full time."

Those ten words had such a blow on Mrs. Weasely.Her hands clapped her cheek.

"Oh dear, Mum's found out now. Were in trouble." Harry could hear Fred whisper to his friend.

The blow over, now came the shouting. Every one clapped a hand to his/her ear instantly. "YOU WORK IN A JOKE SHOP!a joke shop for crying out-loud. my sons!TERRIBLE!HOW DARE YOU TWO DO IT WITHOUT EVEN MY PERMISSION.HONESTLY!YOUR TOO MUCH.EVERYONE OUT OF THIS ROOM,EXCEPT FOR THESE TWO!" Mrs. Weasely bellowed out. Her cheeks were bright red, matching her red curls that bounced with fury.

Fred and George kept wincing and covered at her rage.

Everyone else scampered out of the room into the Family Room, chattering about every thing except Mrs. Weasely's rage at Fred and George. They could still hear the shouts.

Harry looked around him. Seeing Moody, Lupin, Mr.Weasely and a pretty woman looking about 30 year old with long waist length pale blue hair with highlights of a paler blue. Her eyes were sky-blue and she had a small nose, long lashes and crimson lips.

"Wotcher Harry." She greeted him and Harry knew it was Tonks; a person who could at will change her appearance.

"Hey Tonks, any clue who are DADA teacher could be?"

"I dunno,"She shrugged, "you'll just have to find out." A little disappointed, Harry started talking to Hermione and Ron. A few minutes later Fred, George and Mrs.Weasely came out.

Harry gulped; he could be in a lot of trouble if she knew that he had supplied the money for the joke shop.

Fred and George looked sullen and quiet. Not there usual funny selves. They nodded towards Harry to acknowledge his presence.

"How was it?" The raven-haired boy asked eagerly.

"Dreadful. She screamed at us so much. She forced us to say how we got money to open the shop and we told her. She's not mad at you though, says you didn't know we were going to spend it in such a worthless way."

Relieved, he asked. "So she's not mad?"

"At us?Yes.At you? No." Fred answered. "Lucky you."

Ron and Hermione had come over and added there thought to the convo.

"You guys al right? You look all shaken like you just saw a volcano or something erupt."

"Technically we did." George dryly commented.

"Sorry about it." Hermione added.

"Same with us. Were sorry too." They agreed.

"So are you going to continue?" Hermione countered. Fred and George stared at her like she was a crazy goon. "Of course we are! Mum's not going to deter us from our special path." George sagely answered.

Good." Harry answered.

"Good." Hermione answered.

"Good." Ron answered.

It was good indeed-sorta.

Ginny Weasely walked into the room. With glossy red hair,blue eyes,tall, and a pretty face, Ginny was preparing for her Fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Hey you guys!" She waved to them good-naturedly and strode over to them.

"Hey Gin." Hermione greeted her.

"Hi." Harry also greeted her.

"Where were you?We missed you at the dinner table." Hermione questioned.

"I had dinner with one of my friend's, Lauren Kurtz." Ginny informed them."Oh you guys!I'm so nervous!What if I forget every thing I know in my fifth year and flunk.I don't know if studying will help.I don't wan to leave Hogwarts so soon.I have three years.Do you think I'll do ok.Oh oh oh!" Ginny was cut off by her brother. "Yeah,I reckon you'll flunk, being so nervous.You'll start talking to yourself and by the time it's over, you'll have nothing done."

"Rooonnnn!" Hermione's voice had a warning tone to it.

"Truth's the truth."

"Don't worry Gin.Ignore Ron, he's just tactless." Hermione avised her, Ginny giggled and thaked her.

"Excuse me?" Ron, outraged protested. "I'm not tactless, I was just giving my opinion that was-"

"-tactless." Hermione finished for him cheerfully.She turned to Giiny and suggested. "Let's go to your room, shall we?"

With that the girls were gone.

"Girls." Ron muttered.

"Let's go to your room then." Harry suggested.

"Let's." Ron agreed. The raced up the stairs.

Tonk looked away to survey the children and saww Harry and his friend racing upstairs.

"Boys." She muttered, flipping her hair.

Well I wrote that much.I know it's short, but don't get mad, atleast your getting something.I'll try to write more soon.

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