Chapter 3

Harry Potter pushed open the door to Weasley Wizard Wheezes and dodged the fine spray of water that greeted everyone who entered. He'd implored the twins to just install a bell like normal people but they said that wasn't as much fun. Harry did have to admit it was pretty funny to see the looks on people's faces when they entered and found themselves being unexpectedly sprayed.

Fred and George looked up from the counter where they were discussing a new product. George was making sketches diligently with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. "Partner!" Fred exclaimed when he spotted Harry.

Harry gave a small wave and approached them at the counter. "What are you concocting now?"

"Underwear that bites," George said brightly.

Harry suddenly wished he hadn't asked. "Sounds…interesting. So what did you call me down here for? You know, I'm a silent partner for a reason. It's Monday morning and I have better things to do"

"This doesn't have anything to do with the shop."

"This is about Alicia." George finished his sketch of people jumping up and down as their underwear attacked them. "Did you lose her number?"

"No," Harry answered simply.

"Is your Muggle talky thing broken?"

"No."

Fred sighed and turned to his brother who shook his head sadly. "Harry, you know you're like the fifth brother we never wanted, so-"

"-we consider you a Weasley," George added.

"But that doesn't mean we won't hesitate-"

"-to hex you if you hurt Alicia."

Harry just looked from one twin to the other. It was really confusing when they finished each other's sentences like that. "Hang on, who said anything about hurting Alicia?"

"You haven't called her."

Harry squirmed guiltily. He'd been meaning to call her for days. "I've been busy at work and stuff. The Quidditch semifinals start this weekend. The Harpies made it too. I bet she's busy as well."

"So you couldn't spare five minutes to just give her a call?" Fred crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. "Look, I don't know if you're aware of it but Alicia doesn't have any brothers, only two sisters. That means we're the closest thing she has to brothers."

George nodded emphatically. "That means if you jerk her around we'll get revenge. Just ask Kieran. He now has a permanent bald patch. Would you like a permanent bald patch, Harry?"

"Uh, no."

"I thought not. Then I suggest you call Alicia the second you get home."

"I can't!" Harry exclaimed. "I don't know what to say!"

"Well, you can apologise for being a stupid prat for starters. Did you enjoy spending time with her?"

"Yes."

"Then tell her that. And do you think she's pretty?"

"Yes."

"Then that would be an excellent follow up."

"I doubt anything I say is going to help the situation. She probably hates me," Harry sighed morosely.

"Probably," the twins agreed in unison.

Harry just glared at them. "This isn't much of a pep talk."

"Look," George said, "we know a way you can make it up to Alicia."

"I'm listening," Harry nodded and leant on the counter.

"It's Alicia's birthday on Friday and we're having a nice little formal dinner party for her," Fred continued. "You can show up all gallant like with flowers and chocolate and - ooh, buy her something shiny! Women love shiny things."

"No, I think you're confusing women with cats. Cats like shiny things," George interrupted.

"Budgerigars. They like shiny things. And Jordy loves shiny things. He's forever hiding my keys," Fred added.

"So women are like cats, budgerigars and babies?" Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion. Then again, talking to the twins was always confusing.

"Now you've got the hang of it!" George grinned.

Fred scribbled something on a piece of parchment then shoved it into Harry's hand. "This is Alicia's address. Be there at seven sharp."

"Thanks." Harry slipped the parchment into his pocket. "Are you sure she won't mind me just showing up?"

"Of course not. She'll be delighted to see you. Just remember to buy her something shiny and expensive and she won't be able to resist you."

"Shiny and expensive," Harry repeated. "Thanks for the help, guys."

George bowed extravagantly. "We're always glad to help the romantically inept."

"We simply demand that you name your first born children after us. Just imagine it. Little Fred and George Potter," Fred sighed wistfully.

"I think it's a little early to be discussing children," Harry blanched.

"Just remember we have naming rights."

Harry wandered back out of the shop in a daze. He didn't even bother to dodge the spray of water that hit him in the back of the head.

"I think we frightened the poor lad with that talk about children," Fred said, the faintest hint of guilt in his voice.

"He'll get over it. But I fear you made a little mistake," George said. "I thought the party started at half past seven."

"It does." Fred grinned and busied himself with tidying some nearby shelves.

George frowned. "But you told Harry it started at seven."

"That I did."

"Uh, why?"

"Oh, honestly," Fred rolled his eyes. "I know I'm the smarter twin but I thought you would have recognised a cunning plan when you saw one."

"Cunning plan? What are you-" George stopped mid-sentence and realisation dawned. "Oh! I get it."

"Are you sure we're twins?"

"Shut up. So Alicia and Harry will be alone."

"Precisely. Would you really want to be there when it's all awkward? By the time we arrive they should be all smoochy and googly-eyed."

"Is it really a good idea if they're all smoochy? We wouldn't want to walk in on anything icky," George pointed out.

"Very true, brother dear. Luckily I've already thought of that and I decided to send Jordy over early. Alicia won't do anything in front of her beloved godson."

This satisfied George and he returned to his sketches. "Hey, I hope you realise their first son is going to be named George."

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While Fred and George were busy naming her children, Alicia was at work. The Harpies had made the semi finals and were playing the Appleby Arrows on Sunday. She was in her tiny office trying to come up with new plays when the coach came in.

"Show me what you've got, Spinnet."

Alicia jumped in surprise and banged her knee on her desk. Kerry looked at her expectantly and Alicia peered down at her blank parchment.

"I haven't got around to it yet," she blushed.

"We're playing our first semi final in eight years on Sunday. There isn't time for you to daydream."

"I know, Kerry. I'm really sorry but I had something else on my mind."

Kerry smiled gently and closed the door. "Is it because of him?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," Alicia said innocently. How could she know about Harry? She couldn't possibly know about him!

"Lee Jordan is commentating on Sunday."

Alicia's shoulders sagged in relief. "Lee! Right, that's it. I'm worried about seeing Lee again."

"It's only natural, love. Why don't you go work at home? You'll be more comfortable there."

"Oh, thanks a lot, Kerry," Alicia gathered up her work quickly. She felt a little guilty that she had lied but working at home would be a lot easier. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"You just get some rest. We can't win this without you, kid."

Alicia saluted mockingly then Disapparated.

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By Friday night, Alicia had drawn a lot of squiggles and circles on her parchment. They weren't really plays but at least she'd come up with some sort of game plan. She was still scribbling when Fred came to drop off Jordy.

"Are the love hearts meant to represent players?"

Alicia slapped her hand over her parchment and glared at Fred. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Why do all the hearts have the letter H in them?"

"Bugger off, Frederick."

He just grinned and handed Jordy over. "You're getting grumpy in your old age, Leesh."

She bounced Jordy on her knee and he giggled happily. "Your daddy is just lucky I won't hit him in front of you."

"I have a feeling you won't want to hit me when I come back. You'll want to kiss me."

Now Alicia was suspicious. "Kiss you? Fred, why would I want to kiss you? What have you done?"

"I dare say you'll find out soon enough, cupcake. I'll see you in half an hour."

"Fred!"

But it was too late. Fred disappeared with a crack.

"Oh, I hope he hasn't done anything stupid."

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Harry glanced at the piece of parchment in his hand then peered up at the modest brick house and took a deep breath. He was in the right place at least.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he mumbled to himself.

Harry then realised that he was standing in the middle of the street talking to himself with Alicia's present in his hands. It was really pointless to turn back now. Besides, what would he do with Alicia's present? He certainly didn't want it. Perhaps Hermione or Ginny would like it.

Who was he kidding? He'd fought Voldemort on more occasions than he'd like to remember and he was scared of Alicia.

Pushing all the doubt aside, Harry strode up the driveway and knocked briskly on the front door. He remembered to put the present behind his back just as the door opened. Alicia's shock was immediate and rather unexpected. She swore so loudly that Harry took a step back in surprise.

"Oh," she finally said after a moment of staring. She looked at the baby in her arms. "Don't tell your mummy I said that word in front of you."

Jordy just looked up at her with his large brown eyes. Then the two of them turned their attention to Harry and he could only smile nervously. "Hi."

"Uh, what are you doing here?"

Harry got that bad feeling in his stomach again. The twins! "Let me guess, it isn't your birthday and there isn't a party?"

Alicia frowned. "No, it's my birthday and there's a party but it doesn't start for another half an hour."

"Oh."

"Fred and George are behind this?"

"Yes. Look, I'm sorry, Alicia. I should have known they were up to something. I just wanted to see you and they told me I should come to the party. I wasn't going to come but I thought I owed it to you. I never considered that the twins might be up to something, which was really stupid of me because those two are always up to something. I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, without taking a breath.

It soon became apparent that Alicia hadn't caught the tail end of his rant. She was preoccupied with one particular comment. "You wanted to see me?"

Harry was simply relieved that she hadn't slammed the door in his face, as yet. "Yeah, I just wanted to tell you why I didn't call. It's not that I didn't enjoy spending time with you or anything. It was the most fun I've had in ages, actually. I just - I'm not good at this sort of thing."

"I think that much is obvious," she smiled gently.

He could feel the blood rushing to his face as he realised how stupid he must have looked. "Well, I guess I've said what I came to say so I'll leave you alone now. Happy birthday." He turned to go but Alicia grabbed his arm quickly.

"Don't be stupid. You should stay. The more the merrier!"

"I don't know. I don't want to impose-"

"Look, are you planning to stand out here and argue with me all night?" Alicia demanded. "Because Jordy here is getting heavy and Fred and Angelina won't be pleased if I drop their firstborn child."

Harry smiled and relaxed at last. "Thanks. I'd love to stay."

"Come on in."

She stepped back to allow Harry into her house. He wiped his feet on the welcome mat studiously and Alicia chuckled. "You're the first person who's ever actually used that. The twins just tramp mud and all sorts of things through the place."

"That's precisely why Ron and I stopped inviting them over."

Harry liked Alicia's house a lot. It was warm and very welcoming, like the Gryffindor common room and the Burrow. Thankfully, it was brightly lit, unlike the aforementioned places.

"Your father's a Muggle, right?"

"Yeah. I suppose the electricity gave it away, huh?"

"Well, that and the picture of the Liverpool football team." He gestured towards the poster hanging on wall.

Alicia laughed. "I guess you know my secret now. I can't live without electricity and football."

She led him deeper into the house, past her bedroom (which he couldn't resist peering into) and through to the small but comfortable living room. Alicia put Jordy on the floor and he crawled off to find something fun to do.

"Um, take a seat," she offered after a second of staring at her feet.

"I should probably give you your present first."

"You got me a present?" She looked at him in mild surprise. "Harry, you didn't have to."

"It's fine, really. It's also to apologise for being an insensitive prat."

"Oh, well, you can give it to me when the others arrive."

Harry shuffled his feet uncomfortably. This was going great so far. "You should probably take it now."

"All right," Alicia said slowly.

Harry hesitated. She was going to laugh in his face. "Er - I didn't know what to get you and Fred and George told me all this stuff about shiny things and budgerigars-"

"Budgerigars?" Alicia echoed. "They told you to get me a budgerigar?"

"Yes - Er, I mean, no. They told me to get you something shiny and expensive. But it's - I just didn't think you were the shiny and expensive type so I got you something else. But if you don't like it I can do shiny and expensive. That's no problem."

"I'm sure whatever you got me is fine."

"Uh, ok," Harry said as calmly as he could. He removed his hands from behind his back and held the present out to Alicia.

She did laugh. Quite loudly. Harry winced. "You got me ice cream?" she giggled.

He contemplated making a run for the door. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"No! Harry, it's lovely. I don't mean to laugh." She grinned and tried to restrain her giggles. "It's just really cute. No one's ever given me ice cream before."

"I can buy you something else as well," he offered quickly.

"Certainly not. You're right about me not being the shiny and expensive type. You obviously put a lot of thought into it and I really appreciate it."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least he'd done something right. "It's Fortescue's cookies'n'cream and it's charmed so it will keep refilling itself for about a month."

She accepted the tub from him and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said softly then disappeared into the kitchen.

Harry was still standing in exactly the same spot when she returned. Alicia just stared at him critically for moment and he began to feel awkward again.

"Harry," she said after a moment of studying him, "what sort of party did the twins tell you this was?"

"A formal dinner party," he answered with a frown.

"Ah."

"They lied?"

"'Fraid so. It's just pizza and butterbeers. I'm not one for dinner parties either."

Harry blushed again and looked down at his suit. He was a tad overdressed for pizza and butterbeer. "I'll just Apparate back home and change."

"No need," Alicia assured him. "I can fix it. Take off your jacket."

He blinked in surprise then quickly did as she said. He handed it to her and she threw it over a nearby armchair. Then she stepped up to him and began to loosen his tie. "Alicia, what are you-"

"Relax, I'm just making you look a little more casual," she explained as she slipped the tie over his head. The tie joined the jacket and she stepped back to survey her work. "Nope, still needs more."

Harry almost jumped as she put her arms around his waist and began to tug at his shirt. She continued pulling until his shirt was fully untucked. Harry was already startled into paralysis but Alicia didn't stop there.

"Just a little more," she whispered.

Before he even knew what was happening she began to undo his buttons. He swallowed as she moved onto the second button. He peered down at her face but she was concentrating on the buttons. Her fingers fumbled on the third and she brushed his skin.

This minimal contact snapped Harry from his stupor and he grabbed her hands. "I think that's quite enough buttons."

"I was wondering when you'd stop me," she said with half a smile.

"Look, Alicia, I'm sorry about everything. I know I should have called you but I just didn't know what to say and-"

Alicia shook her head firmly. "Forget about it."

Harry realised how close they were. Close enough, in fact, for him to smell her perfume. Furthermore, He was still holding her hands and she wasn't making any effort to pull away. He stared into her blue eyes for moment. "Can I kiss you?"

Alicia smiled softly. "You don't have to ask, you know."

"I'll remember that for next time," he murmured as he leant in.

Their lips were only millimetres apart when there was a loud, high-pitch screech. The pair jerked back in surprise and Harry dropped her hands. A fluffy white blur came streaking out of the spare bedroom to hide under the armchair.

Alicia slapped a hand to her forehead. "Jordy!"

Harry had completely forgotten about the baby as well. Admittedly, they'd both had other things on their mind. Alicia hurried off to the spare room to retrieve her godson and Harry finally let out a deep breath he'd been holding. Fifteen minutes earlier he'd been ready to return home with his tail between his legs and now he'd nearly kissed her. Everything had happened so fast.

Alicia returned with Jordy resting safely on her hip. He had a clump of white fur clutched in his little fist and he was looking rather pleased with himself. She stomped over to Harry and handed the baby to him. He awkwardly held Jordy while Alicia tried to pry his fingers open.

"Honestly, you're as bad as your father," Alicia huffed as Jordy struggled in Harry's arms. "He used to terrorise small animals as well. Probably still does. Open your hand, Jordy."

He kicked out at her and made a noise that Harry took as a no. "I'm going to drop him if he keeps wriggling about like this," Harry warned.

"Jordan Xavier Weasley, open your hand this minute!"

The baby stopped wriggling at the sound of his full name. He silently opened his hand and allowed Alicia to remove all the fur. Harry couldn't blame him for complying; Alicia clearly meant business.

"Thank you, Jordy."

Alicia left to throw out the clump of fur away and Harry looked down at Jordy. "You have horrible timing, kid, you know that?"

Alicia returned and, after giving Jordy a stern look, dropped to her hands and knees to peer under the armchair. "Come on out, you big sook of a cat."

"Um," Harry said tentatively as he watched Jordy's lower lip tremble dangerously. "Alicia-"

"Hang on a moment, Harry," she said as she stuck her hand under the chair. "Jasper, come on, it's all - OW! Stupid cat!"

Alicia withdrew her hand quickly and stuck her index finger in her mouth. Jordy started bawling and Jasper, startled by all the noise, came darting out from under the chair and raced out the cat flap in the back door.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked as Jordy screamed in his ear.

Alicia removed her finger from her mouth and examined it. "Mental cat bit me. Didn't break the skin though. Here, give Jordy to me."

Harry gladly handed the hysterical baby over to her. "Is he all right?"

"He's just tired," she said as Jordy's sobs subsided and he buried his face in her neck. "I'm sorry about all this. Come and sit down."

"It's really no problem," he assured her as he followed her over the pale blue sofa. It could fit three people comfortably and Harry made sure to sit as close to Alicia as possible.

"I'm sure it's a lot quieter at your house," she whispered as she shifted Jordy so he was resting his head on her chest.

"Not all the time," Harry said softly as Jordy's eyes began to close. "Fred and Angelina brought Jordy over only a couple of weeks ago."

"I bet that was fun."

"He thought it would be fun to play in the kitchen cupboards. Somehow he ended up with a pot stuck on his head. After that episode, Ron's decided he's never having children."

Alicia laughed and Jordy jumped in his sleep. "Oh, sorry, baby," she cooed and kissed the top of his head. She smiled when she saw the look on Harry's face. "I can't stay angry at him anymore than I can stay angry at Fred. I suppose it's a genetic thing."

"You're obviously very good with children," he observed.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think Jordy's just a special exception. He and I have a sort of understanding I guess. I spend so much time with him that I'm bound to pick up a thing or two," she said modestly. "What about you, do you like kids?"

Harry squirmed uncomfortably at the unfamiliar topic. "I - uh, I like the fact that I can hand them back to their parents when they need to be fed or changed."

Alicia grinned. "That's always a bonus. But you want kids eventually, right?"

"Eventually, I guess," he shrugged. "Yes, eventually. How about you?"

"Well, Mrs Weasley is always telling me that I'm in my best childbearing years right now. But in my experience it doesn't go down very well if you walk up to a bloke and tell him you want to have his children." She sighed heavily. "But I do feel a little envious watching Angelina and Katie go through it all. Except the morning sickness, that doesn't seem too pleasant. Anyway, I suppose I'll get around to having kids when I get around to finding the perfect guy."

"The perfect guy, huh?"

"Yeah. Angelina and Katie were lucky that their perfect guys were right under their noses. Me, I'll probably have to go half way around the world to find my Mr Right. That's if I find him at all." She turned to Harry as she said this and he had the sudden urge to snog her. But that would be inappropriate whilst she was holding her sleeping godson. Not to mention a little difficult.

Instead, Harry settled with saying, "I'm right here."

Alicia didn't reply immediately. She seemed be having some inward struggle. Harry was about to ask her if she was all right when she spoke quickly. "I don't want to be your rebound girl, Harry."

"You're not," he said earnestly and grabbed one of her hands.

"You were with Danni for like two years. That's a long time."

"Would it make you happy if I went out and shagged some random girl?" Harry demanded quietly but with conviction.

"No," Alicia replied tartly. "Then I'd have to go and scratch her eyes out and you wouldn't believe how difficult it is to get blood out from under your fingernails."

Harry couldn't resist a smile. "So we're in agreement? No more talk about rebound girls?"

Alicia nodded hesitantly and let Harry kiss her hand gently. He looked up at her and felt like a little boy again. He couldn't remember being this nervous during his first dates with Danni. Harry was pleased to note, however, that Alicia was looking rather nervous herself.

"Er - how about the Quidditch semis on Sunday?"

When in doubt, revert to Quidditch.

Alicia picked up the topic happily. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it. Luckily I remembered some helpful stuff from when I worked for the Arrows. Their Keeper is pretty easy to get around so my Chasers shouldn't have too much of a problem. I hear your game is tipped as the grudge match of the century," she teased.

"The media like to make everything personal. I'm supposed to have some vendetta against Wood because he left Puddlemere." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I loved the headline in yesterday's Prophet. What was it again?" Alicia frowned in thought. "Ah, that's it. 'Potter versus Wood: A battle of the egos.' That was a classic."

"I'm glad you found it so amusing."

She pretended not to notice his indignation. "There was a great article in the Quibbler as well. Apparently you and Oliver were having a secret love affair. I can just imagine the teenage girls all over the world salivating at the idea of you and Oliver-"

"All right," Harry stopped her quickly. "I get your point. You just make sure you beat the Arrows so Puddlemere can show you how it's done in the final."

"You're pretty confident that you're going to beat the Bats. Their Seeker is pretty good."

"Better than me?" he asked and then batted his eyelashes for good measure.

"No one's as good as you and you know it. I'm merely trying to point out that with Oliver in goals they're going to be difficult to beat."

"I know, Wood doesn't have any weaknesses."

"Oh, he has weaknesses," Alicia smiled coyly.

"Says who?"

"Says me, Potter. I don't mean to sound conceited but if anyone in the world knows Oliver's game then it's me. He has weaknesses and I think I'm the perfect person to exploit them."

"It sounds like you're hoping the Bats beat us."

"I have to admit I'd love to show the world that Oliver isn't perfect. I even know the right plays to throw at him."

"Care to share any of them with me?" Harry inquired hopefully.

"Nope."

"Not even for a price?"

"Nope."

"That's not in the spirit of the game."

"I know. Oliver's coming tonight, by the way."

Harry raised his eyebrows speculatively. "That'll be awkward."

"Do try to keep your ego under control," Alicia smirked cheekily.

"I'm glad you can joke at my expense."

"I can't help it. It's just so easy sometimes."

Before Harry could reply, the doorbell rang. "That'll be everyone. Would you mind answering the door while I put Jordy down in the spare room?" Alicia asked.

"Sure."

He helped her stand up with the baby then went off to answer the door. He straightened his shirt and pointlessly tried to flatten his hair. There was an impatient knock at the door and Harry yanked it open.

"About time, Ali - oh, hello."

A man and woman who Harry didn't recognise were standing on the doorstep. They very obviously didn't recognise him so they had to be Muggles. The woman exchanged a look with her companion.

"Hi," Harry mumbled

The three of them just stood there until Alicia appeared beside Harry. "Hi, guys! Come on in!"

The couple entered with barely suppressed grins. "Muggles?" Harry whispered to Alicia as they followed them into the living room.

"Yep. So watch what you say around them."

"Piece of cake," he assured her. "It'll be like living with the Dursleys again."

"Were we interrupting something?" the woman asked, glancing from Harry to his abandoned tie and jacket.

Alicia pulled away from Harry quickly and waved her hand at her friends. "Honestly, you two jump to conclusions so easily."

Alicia gathered up Harry's belongings and disappeared into her bedroom. Harry peered intently at the ground while she was absent. He found the way the woman was staring at him a little disconcerting.

Alicia was back at Harry's side again. "We'll just have to keep our voices down because Jordy's asleep in the other room," she explained. "Anyhow, guys this is Harry. Harry this is Crystal and her husband Michael, they're my next door neighbours."

Michael simply nodded but Crystal shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."

"We can only stay for an hour, Licia. My mother is watching Lauren for us but they'll drive each other crazy in no time," Michael said.

"That's fine," Alicia smiled.

"Here's your present," Crystal handed her a black box. "And we brought wine. Let's go put it in the fridge."

Her friend manhandled Alicia from the room and Harry and Michael were left in awkward silence. Harry was trying to come up with something to say but his knowledge of the Muggle world had lessened over the years.

"So…what about those Red Devils?" he ventured.

"Sorry?"

"Er, Manchester United."

"Oh, I don't really like football."

"Ah, I see."

Well. Unfortunately, that was about the extent of Harry's Muggle repertoire.

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"So?" Crystal demanded.

"So what?" Alicia groaned as her friend held her hostage in the kitchen.

"He's delicious!" Crystal slapped her on the arm. "Where'd you pick him up?"

"I didn't 'pick him up'. He's an old school friend."

"Please tell me he's an old school friend that you're shagging."

"No."

"Are you mad?!" she slapped Alicia again.

"Ow! Would you stop that?! And I am not mad."

"Alicia, dearest." Crystal grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Darling, you have to understand that I'm twenty seven and I'm married with a three year old. My life is as good as over. How can I be expected to live vicariously through you if you don't even take an opportunity when it's handed to you in the form of Mr tall-dark-and-handsome out there?"

"You're a nutter," Alicia shook her head firmly.

The doorbell rang and Alicia squirmed out of Crystal's grasp to answer it. She was immediately engulfed in a hug from Angelina and Katie.

"Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, come on in."

Angelina and Katie came in followed by Fred and George with the pizza and Butterbeer. They each gave her an odd look. Following the twins were Oliver and the Harpies' Chasers. Behind them was…

"Lee!"

"Hi, Leesh."

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A/N: Ooh. You'll have to wait till the next chapter to find out what Lee is doing at Alicia's party. Does he want to get back with her or is he just there for the free food?

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