Chapter 2

As the door burst open a big mass of red hair plowed into Harry's chest knocking him backwards onto his butt. Smiling warmly at the mass of copper hair he said in a teasing voice, 'Happy to see me Ginny?'

Smiling Ginny pulled back, after giving him one more squeeze of a hug, and seen Ron's unhappy scowl on his face. Smiling vindictively at him Ginny purred, "Harry, we've all been missing you so much, and mom was nearly distraught, wondering how you were doing after The Wa-'

But before Ginny could finish her sentence Ron cut in gruffly, 'We'd better get inside so mum can love him to death already, she's been waiting for it all summer.'

Brother and sister shared a moment of scowling before Ginny bounded to her feet and said, 'Come on Harry. Fred and George should be coming at any minute for lunch. And I've heard that they've been working on some experiments that should be extremely special, and have large masses of order forms as soon as they hit shelves.'

Harry smiled broadly, that sounded just like the twins, and since he had given them the start up money they always showed him their latest products first. It was his special privilege. Harry remembered how the twins had actually used him as inspiration a couple times, or so they had said. Harry wondered what it was he'd been inspiration for…had it been the lust chocolates (make someone drool oceans over you), the invisible hat (show your friends how much of an air head you truly are), or had it been the hero potion (stand up to bullies, and your parents)?

As Ron stuck out his hand to help Harry up Harry was jolted back to the present, away from his musings on the Weasley twins and their various products. Smiling at Ron he took the preferred hand and stood up, trying to hold back a grimace as more pain shot through him. Sliding on his smiling mask he hoped that Ron wouldn't have seen the small grimace he had accidentally let loose.

But it was too late, Ron had seen, and this made him highly nervous about his friend's welfare. Looking anxiously at Harry's voice he asked, 'Are you alright?"

Harry laughed and smiled, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, 'Of course I'm all right, I was just thinking about the last time Fred and George showed me one of their inventions; it took me a whole week to remember that I wasn't a girl.'

Harry smiled as he remembered the effeminate pills (got girl problems? Try and see things through their eyes). But he quickly had to slide on his mask again as he remembered the Weasley brothers screaming in pain. Pain he had lead them into.

Ron smiled at him and said in a far away voice, 'Yeah…I'd nearly forgotten that. It was really funny the way you kept pretending to moon over Malfoy. He was so grossed out he had to leave Herbology to go be sick.'

Harry tried to laugh it off, 'Yeah, how I pretended to moon over Malfoy…'

But Ron was to caught up in his own laughter as he said, 'That was almost as funny as when Moody, you know, the fake one, turned him into a ferret and bounced him off the walls.'

At this point Ginny came back to see what was taking them so long, this time Hermione was with her. Hermione moved forward and hugged Harry tightly, 'Oh Harry…I-'

But as she was about to talk she let out a strangled sob and Ginny began to rub her back, a look of sympathy on her face. Harry was puzzled and looked to Ginny to ask what was wrong when he seen her glaring at Ron. Confused Harry figured he had better ask Ron. But Harry once again got the 'Later' that was beginning to infuriate him beyond belief.

Turning around on his heel he wrapped Hermione in a tight hug and then kept his arm around her shoulder as he steered her inside, 'Come on, lets go eat and then we can sit down and go over everything, ok?'

Hermione nodded her head as tears began to stain her face, she hiccupped very now and then, but her breathing had more or less evened back out.

As Harry turned to go to the kitchen he was once again pulled into a giant bear hug, this time by a much more mature woman, but she still had the same coppery hair as all her children.

'Hello Mrs. Weasley.'

'Oh, Harry. It's so good to see y-you-'

Mrs. Weasley pulled back ad looked at him through watery eyes, alarmed at having more than one sobbing woman at a time he said, 'So….I'll bet you made us a delicious lunch, right?'

This seemed to be the right thing to say as she gave him a large smile and another hug, 'Such a dear, why none of my boys ever cared about my cooking this much.'

Sighing Ron said, 'Mum, we love your cooking.'

Mrs. Weasley though had already started hurrying around the kitchen, her wand waving about, causing pots to boil, potatoes to cut themselves, and all sorts of foods to prepare themselves.

As Harry was about to say that she shouldn't go through any trouble as it was just him he felt a pair of hands fall over his eyes just as the lights seemed to go out.

'Guess who Harry.'

Smiling Harry said in a thoughtful voice, 'I dunno, could it be the kindly old witch from Madame Malkin's?'

Knowing that Fred and George would act offended at this he wasn't surprised for the hands to be removed and to more copper haired men to look at him and pretend to scold him, 'Now Harry, why would you ever say anything so hurtful? I mean, we're like your older brothers.'

Harry smiled and said, 'Yeah, older brothers who always get me in trouble.'

Smiling wickedly George said, 'We can't help it if you use our products within teacher sight.'

Fred smiled just like his twin and said, 'Speaking of trouble, Harry, we have some products we'd like you to see later.'

Laughing Harry nodded his head and said, 'Sure, just after I talk to Hermione and Ron first, alright?'

But as he was finishing his sentence Mrs. Weasley had accidentally dropped a hot pan onto Ron's hand as she'd just noticed her twin boys' presence. Ron had stood up quickly from where he'd been sitting at the table and yelled in pain. Instantly this sent Mrs. Weasley's eyes to tearing.

George roughly pulled Ron aside and put a purple paste all over the hand that had been burned. Harry was worried about Mrs. Weasley, and wondered what was wrong, not wanting to wait any longer for an explanation he started walking over to Ron to demand an explanation when he heard, 'You know……hard on everyone……hardest…..Harry and you…..heart attack….'

Harry turned away from the two Weasley men and went to comfort Mrs. Weasley. Ginny looked at him and mouthed to him, 'After supper we need to talk.'

As Mrs. Weasley began to calm down the men and two girls began to set the table with the magically cooked lunch, all clamoring over how excellent it smelled, and how Mrs. Weasley was such a great cook. Mrs. Weasley sniffled and smiled tearfully up at them, blowing her nose in her hankie occasionally.

As they sat down to eat Mrs. Weasley blew her nose, Fred grinned as he looked up at said, 'Mum.'

Mrs. Weasley turned to him and said, 'Yes dear?'

'How do you make a Hankie dance?'

Harry smiled as he recognized the joke; Hermione merely looked disgusted as she looked down at the split pea soup in front of her.

'Umm….I would think you could use a mobilus charm, couldn't you?'

George snorted some soup up his nose as his mother unawares made the joke that much funnier.

'Sorry dear, I'm not exactly sure…and George, slow down to eat.'

Fred smiled at his mother and said, 'You put a bogie in it. You know bogie, boogie, dance?'

Looking at him Mrs. Weasley looked down to the split pea soup and said, 'Fred, that is not quite appropriate at the dinner table.'

Harry smiled as the common babble filled up his concentration. This was a much more pleasant atmosphere than he had imagined; even if it was all strained.

As the family began to all buckle down to eat Ron suddenly let out another yelp. George, with a snicker said, 'What's the matter now dear brother? Can't find your mouth?'

Ron let out a strangled, 'More like I can't find my hand.'

Harry and everyone else at the table looked up now, instantly Fred and George dissolved into laughter. Harry and Ginny bit back a smile while Hermione looked worriedly at Ron. Mrs. Weasley turned accusing eyes on Fred and George.

'I've told you two repeatedly to warn a member of this family when you are about to use one of your products!'

George bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as he said, 'But mother, you see, it isn't one of our products, not yet anyways. It's only a prototype.'

Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron all took this as their cue to leave the table; Mrs. Weasley now had her targets and was not going to let them out of sight easily. It was best to stay out of the way while the war commenced.

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