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Uploaded: Friday, January 07, 2005

Chapter 2: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Arthur Weasley, one of his six sons and his only daughter drove along Privet Drive, looking for number four. As they pulled up, the girl spoke.

"Remember Dad, act as 'normal' as possible," said Ginny, who was going into the sixth year.

"Whatever 'normal' for those muggles is," Ron remarked. Ron, who was one of Harry's best friends, was a year older than his sister.

"Ron, stop talking, you're bothering Dad," Ginny hissed.

As Ron started to reply, the door burst open, and he changed his train of thought.

"Alright mate?" called Ron, grinning.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny gushed. Then she blushed, realizing how stupid she sounded.

Greetings passed all around, then the quartet made their way into the house.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, good day. As you know, we are taking Harry back to the Bur-ah-our house, and we will make sure that he gets to school in September."

"You can have him, for all we care," Mr. Dursley grumbled.

Harry, Ron and Ginny gathered Harry's things and loaded them into the car.

"So, are we driving then?" Harry asked, grinning. He couldn't wait to get back to the wizarding world. The world where he belonged.

"No. We're traveling by Floo," Ron smirked.

Mr. Weasley stopped the car and led them back to Privet Drive on foot. He stopped in front of a house and knocked twice, waited and knocked three times. This was the secret Knock of the Order of the Phoenix. Mrs. Figg opened the door.

"Arthur, come in. Is this Order business?"

"No, not today. We just want to use your fireplace, that's all."

The group trouped inside and followed Mrs. Figg to the fireplace. She started to hand them a bag of Floo Powder.

"That's alright Arabella, we've got our own," objected Mr. Weasley, pulling a bag out of his shirt pocket.

"Alright Ron, you go first. Then Harry, then Ginny." Ron, Harry and Ginny each disappeared.

"Say hello to Molly for me, dear," said Mrs. Figg as Arthur stepped into the fireplace.

"Will do. The Burrow!"

As Harry settled in, he was updated on all of the Weasley news. Ginny's sixteenth birthday was on August eighteenth, only a few days away. Ron's older brother Charlie was getting married. Percy had already married his long time girlfriend Penelope Clearwater. Harry enjoyed being treated as part of the family. He enjoyed the feeling of being loved.

But there was bad news too. Voldemort had risen to full power again, ready to make his come-back known and real. He had tortured those who had denied him and killed helpless muggles for fun. The Order was working harder than ever, and so far, they had a pretty good hold. Hagrid and Madam Maxime had managed to round up dome of the giants who were willing to work for good. Voldemort got the rest. He freed the guards of Azkaban. The Dementors were among his group of followers. Fudge had finally given in, and decided it was better to work with Albus Dumbledore than against him. Harry was reassured that he was safe and he had nothing to worry about. As if, Harry thought.

August eighteenth rolled around in a hustle and bustle, planning for Ginny's sixteenth birthday party. Harry was helping Ron de-gnome the garden, where the party was to be held, when Fred and George dragged him beside the house to 'talk'.

"Harry, we want to show you something we invented," said George.

"Er-okay," Harry said, somewhat uncertainly. It was always a good idea to be careful around Fred and George.

"Okay, watch out," George cautioned as he whipped out… a cake.

"Er-uh-what is it?"

"It's a birthday cake," said Fred.

"But not any birthday cake, we call it a Bothersome Birthday Bash cake." Smiled Fred

"Enchanted to yell threats and run away when someone comes near it with a knife," added George.

"Brilliant isn't it?" they said in unison.

"Um… what are you going to use it for?" Harry asked, although he already knew the answer.

"You'll see," said George with a twinkle in his eye. With a crack, the twins Disapparated.

Later that afternoon, Ginny mingled with her guests and started to relax. She had been very nervous about her party. She was afraid of making a complete git of herself. Which she was very good at. Harry noticed that Fred and George disappeared while Ginny was opening her gifts.

"Harry, thank you for the broomstick Grooming Set," Ginny said, waking him out of his thoughts. Ginny was chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and she was always self conscious about the state of her broom.

"You're welcome Gin," Harry replied.

"Okay everyone, come on, it's time for cake," Mrs. Weasley called from the other side of the garden.

The party wandered over to the table where Mrs. Weasley had set up the cake and eating utensils. Ginny picked up the knife as people sang her 'Happy Birthday'. She neared the cake and, as Harry expected, the cake started to screech.

"Get away, you foolish girl. Don't you dare come near me with that knife. If I had arms, I would cut you into square pieces and serve you to my guests. You wouldn't like that, now would you?" screamed the cake. Fred and George stood watching beside Ginny, but no one noticed them doubling over with laughter. They were too transfixed on watching the cake as it grew legs and started to run.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR SISTER'S CAKE?" their mother screeched at them.

"Don't worry Mum. It's just a replacement for her real birthday cake. We'll go get it," said the twins, trying to calm their mother down. In a few minutes, the twins returned with the cake and set on the table.

"We will talk about this later." She said to the twins. "Now, Ginny dear, why don't you serve your guests the cake?" Mrs. Weasley smiled at her daughter. Ginny served the cake, still blushing from her verbal embarrassment.

"Harry, I can tell you already knew about this, from the lack of shock on your face," Ginny accused.

"Alright, so I knew. It was pretty funny though." Harry kidded.

"Yeah, funny. Embarrassing, but funny." Ginny grinned.

The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were packing their trunks for Hogwarts. The next morning, they would be off the Kings Cross Station in London, ready to board the Hogwarts Express. Harry and Ron were reading a Daily Prophet article on 'How to Ride Your Broomstick Faster', when Hermione walked in.

"Have you two finished packing?" she asked, almost bossily.

"No, but we're almost done," said Harry, rather distracted.

"Well, you'd better finish. Dinner will be ready soon, and you don't have time to pack before bed or tomorrow morning." Hermione nagged as she flounced out of the room.

"She really needs to loosen up a little bit," said Ron, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she's right though. We really do need to pack," Harry said, looking around the room at the mess of robes and books and quills.

"Yeah, I hate it when she's right," Ron grinned and started to fold his robes, getting fed up and just tossing them in his trunk. Harry put down the newspaper and together they packed their trunks in preparation for their final year at Hogwarts.

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