A/N: Once again, I'm posting a chapter that ends in a different place than I intended. The next two scenes are going to be fun, but they're going to take some time and really need their own chapter. Enjoy the Weasley Banter - it's one of my favorite things to write. :)

Ginny looked stupidly at Harry. "The poster?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "My official team photo. Dam hung it in our flat to keep track of . . . my action." He groaned and dropped his head back on the sofa. "It looks different now."

The last of Ginny's post-orgasm glow cleared from her brain as she remembered. "It's the one you can't see all the time, right?" Indeed, Ginny had gotten so used to the poster winking in and out of existence on the wall of the sitting room that she barely noticed it anymore when she was in Ron and Harry's flat. Dam still made occasional comments about finding Harry a witch 'to make the poster happy' but Ginny had always assumed Harry and said witch had to actually be in sight of the poster to make a difference. It hadn't occurred to her for a second that anything that happened elsewhere might have an effect.

"I thought Ron said it was only to keep track of how many women you brought back to the flat," she said slowly. "You and I haven't been to your flat since we . . . became more than friends."

Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Apparently, the charm is a little more precise than that," he said. "You'd better come see for yourself."

Harry's flat was much the way it had been when Ginny had left it several hours earlier, right down to Dam snoring on the sofa. But now, the darkness was interrupted by a glowing light on the far wall, where Harry's poster was no longer popping in and out of view. Now it was as permanently visible as the other Quidditch posters that decorated the room. The official photo was Harry in his uniform, standing with his broom, and just as he had every other time Ginny had seen it, he looked off to the side for a moment and then back to the front with a wink. The first time Ginny had seen it, she'd thought it cocky. Now she knew that Harry had been following the direction of someone just off camera.

But none of that mattered now that the poster also boasted a large, official looking scoreboard over Harry's left shoulder. In the spot where the Arrows' team name would normally be was the word Potter in shining green ink and right below was, apparently, his 'score'. The number 2 was glowing even brighter than Harry's name and sending out red and green sparks into the room. Ginny stared at it in horror.

"It keeps track of how many times you've had sex?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she pointed her wand at the glowing number.

"Ginny, no," Harry hissed, but it was too late. Her Evanesco hit the poster with a crackle, but instead of disappearing, it only shone brighter.

"And Potter catches the Snitch! Twice!" A voice that sounded disconcertingly like the Arrow's official announcer blared through the room. On the couch, Dam groaned and rolled over.

"I already tried that," said Harry.

"Sorry," muttered Ginny. "At least it doesn't have my name on it too."

Harry shuddered. "I didn't even think of that."

Ginny peered closely at the poster. "Did you try to take it down?"

"I tried when Dam first put it up. It has a temporary sticking charm on it that lasts until I've been with the team for an entire year."

Ginny looked at Harry in horror. "Another six months? " Dam groaned again and Ginny froze. She pushed Harry in the direction of his bedroom. "Go mess up your bed and put pajamas on," she said quickly. "You were asleep, alone, when you heard Dam groaning and went to get me because you were worried. You haven't seen me since you left me talking to my brothers at the pub."

Harry nodded in understanding and disappeared. Ginny watched the prone figure on the sofa, hoping he wouldn't wake up fully until Harry returned. Fortunately, they happened at the same time. When Dam finally opened his eyes, Ginny was kneeling by his head holding a glass of water, a concerned look on her face. Harry was standing right behind her, wand out.

"Whaazaaa, huh?" Dam asked, rubbing his eyes. He squinted at Ginny. "Weasley?"

Ginny turned around and looked at Harry. "You see? I told you he'd be fine." She added a bit of her old annoyance into her voice. "No need to come wake me up." When she spoke to Dam, her voice was much more gentle. "How are you feeling? I think you got the worst of it, but no permanent damage. Why don't you drink some water?

HPHPHPHP

Harry was amazed at Ginny's calm. The story she spun about a mistake the pub had made brewing the special drink was close enough to the truth that anyone else's experience would corroborate it. She was at once both sleepily irritated as if Harry had just woken her, and professionally reassuring to Dam that he had not actually been poisoned.

"I really need to be more careful," said Dam. He accepted the water Ginny offered him. "How many times have I been cursed or poisoned or charmed in the last few months?" He rubbed his eyes. "I barely remember anything from last night." He peered at Ginny. "Weren't you there?"

Harry saw Ginny's shoulders relax. "Briefly," she said. "You and I talked for a couple of minutes before I met up with my brothers Fred and George." She gave a frustrated-sounding sigh. "I should have realized there was something wrong with the drink, I'm really sorry Dam."

Dam shrugged. "Like you said, no harm done other than a few hours of memories lost." He grinned. "Did I mention that it makes me feel better to have an Auror living nearby?"

Harry wondered if the potion hadn't entirely worn off and if they needed to be concerned that Dam would remember that he'd told Ginny something similar at the pub. But Ginny just smiled.

"Or maybe it's me living here that's attracting all the danger," she said lightly. "Either way, you should get back to your flat to sleep for a couple more hours. To eliminate any residual effects of the drink."

Dam stood up agreeably and it looked as though they might get him out of the flat unaware. He slung an arm over Harry's shoulder. "So you didn't get any of the poisoned drink?"

Harry shook his head. "I had ale, fortunately," he said, reaching for the doorknob. "Maybe we can go for a run later, once you've slept a bit more."

"And Potter catches the Snitch! Twice!" If anything, the announcer sounded even louder this time.

Dam's head whipped around. "What the . . .?" he began. He stared at Harry's photo for a long moment, the grin on his face growing wider and wider. Then he clapped Harry on the back.

"I can't believe it!" he crowed. "Why does it figure that the one night I get poisoned and can't remember anything is the very night Potter finally gets some action?" He waggled his eyebrows. "And twice! That ale must not have been very strong for you to be able to get it up twice in one evening, right? So, who is she? Is she hot? Someone you already knew or a one-time thing? Or actually, a two-time thing." Dam laughed at his own joke and looked around the flat as if expecting a fan-witch to be hiding in the woodwork. Harry wanted to look at Ginny, to see if she was concerned about Dam's effusiveness, but he was sure he'd give something away the second he caught her eye.

Dam walked over and poked the poster with his wand, laughing out loud when it made its announcement. "Even more brilliant than I thought!" he said. He turned back to Harry. "So who is she?" The Keeper trained his eyes on Ginny. "Weasley, you've caught your share of witches in the building, did you see Potter sneaking anyone suspicious into his flat?"

"I was asleep," said Ginny weakly, just as Dam smirked "did you at least get her name?"

"She . . . she's no one," Harry stuttered. "I mean, there wasn't anyone. I didn't . . . I don't know why the poster's doing that." He gave Dam what he hoped was a perplexed look. "Maybe, uhh, maybe the spell wore off or something." Harry'd had only a moment of hesitation before deciding he'd rather suggest that Dam had cast a faulty charm than risk exposing Ginny. Next to him, she was nodding.

"That's a tricky spell," she said. She walked up next to Dam and peered at the poster as if she could see exactly what had gone wrong. "I doubt even I could get it right." She sounded so certain that Harry was half ready to believe her himself.

"I certainly couldn't get such a complicated spell right," said Dam amiably, and Harry was again struck with the thought that the man was still feeling the after-effects of the potion. "That's why I went straight to the experts – the poster's from Weasley's Whizzing Wheezes. When Fred and George heard why I wanted it they were more than happy to charm the photo themselves. Hung the temporary sticking charm too."

"Oh," said Ginny. "Oh." That's, umm, that's . . ." She seemed at a loss for words. Harry understood; Fred and George's brilliance with these sorts of things was legendary. There was no chance that the spell on the poster was anything but completely accurate. But maybe Dam doesn't know that. He walked over and peered at the photo himself.

"I've never seen this product before, I wonder if it's a prototype," he said. He looked at Ginny. "That would be just like your brothers, wouldn't it? To take the mickey? I'm surprised they didn't put a similar spell on the poster of me at the Burrow. You know, charmed to start talking during a family supper."

Ginny caught on quickly. She snorted. "Definitely like them," she said. "They wouldn't hesitate to use you as a guinea pig for one of their new products while they worked the kinks out. Remember what they did with me and the newts?"

"Hah," said Harry. "And somehow that ended up being my fault, didn't it?" He knocked her hip. She gave him a look that was half amused and half warning. Fortunately, Dam was still looking at the poster.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "Fred and George seemed pretty confident this would work. They'd tested it for a while, they assured me." He turned to Ginny. "On your brothers," he explained. "I think they have a score sheet somewhere." He smirked. "Bill and Fleur are by far in the lead." He looked at the poster again. "Well, there's one way to find out," he said. " I'll call the Wheezes 24 Hour Product Service Service." That should be able to clear things up in a trice." He walked over to Harry's fireplace.

"The what?" asked Ginny. "I don't think my brothers have a . . ."

Dam didn't seem to hear her. Before Harry or Ginny could say anything, he'd grabbed some floo powder and thrown it into the grate. "Wheezes 24 hour service service!" he called. "I have a problem with a product you sold me!"

"Dam, it's almost two in the morning mate," said Harry. "Do you really think Fred and George meant . . ." his voice died in his throat. For the floo flared bright green and a moment later, George's head was floating in the flames. His hair was tousled and he'd obviously been interrupted either sleeping or engaging in some other nighttime activity; it didn't look like he was wearing a shirt. George peered blearily into the room. "Did someone call? I didn't think we'd . . . oh." His eyes moved rapidly from Dam to Harry to Ginny. After a minute his gaze stopped on the far wall and his eyes brightened. "The poster?" he asked. "Oh ho! Hold on. I'm getting Fred."

Ginny shot Harry a horrified look. "I've never heard of them offering service calls," she said faintly. "I'd imagine people would be calling them all the time."

"They don't for most customers," explained Dam. "But agreed this was a special situation, it being Harry and all. Said if I had any questions, I could contact them straight away." He grinned. "So we'll get things sorted." He clapped Harry on the back. "Twice, huh?"

Before Harry could answer, George, and then Fred, stepped out of the floo. Fred was still hastily trying his robe; Harry had the terrible suspicion the man was naked underneath. Both twins were ginning and didn't seem at all put out about being awoken – or more likely, interrupted – in the middle of the night. A moment later, Harry saw why when Fred reached back into the fireplace and helped Angelina and then Katie step through. His first thought was about how suited the two witches were for their partners; neither looked remotely surprised or annoyed about the turn of events. In fact, both greeted Harry with cheerful hellos and were grinning almost as widely as their boyfriends. His second thought was oh shit. Next to him, Ginny gave a quiet groan.

"The less we say, the better," she muttered. It was a good strategy when dealing with the twins, in theory at least. In reality, Harry had never been able to escape one of Fred and George's pranks totally unscathed, even when he'd tried to say nothing more than comments about the weather. Generally, one's best bet was to hope that majority of the twins' attention was focused on someone else and the rest would only be subject to collateral damage. Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone else here this time.

Despite the clear "we just had sex and want to again soon" aura around them, Fred and George were all business. Fred took out a magical note pad that floated in the air beside him and George put on a truly ridiculous pair of spectacles before walking over to look closely at the poster. He waved his wand and the poster proclaimed Harry's business again. Harry didn't even flinch this time - he was getting used to the announcement he supposed - but this time it didn't stop. Apparently spurned on either by George's magic or the additional audience, the poster continued its commentary as if it was watching a match.

And Potter Catches the Snitch – Twice! The Seeker's been in particularly good form it seems. What a play! Will we see another score before long? And who's the lucky witch who's captured Potter's attention, and his loins? Stay tuned, fans!

The room exploded in laughter. George and Fred high-fived each other, apparently pleased with the way the poster was behaving, and Katie and Angelina were conferring with each other, undoubtedly trying to figure out whom Harry had had sex with. Harry hoped that he was the only one who could tell that Ginny's chuckle was rather forced. Dam had actually fallen onto the sofa with glee.

"Loins!" he chortled, wiping his eyes. "Give it up, Potter, who's been exploring your loins?"

Fred nodded seriously at Dam. "That's a good question," he said. He put on a pair of spectacles that matched George's and watched as his twin waved his wand around the photo version of said loins. Harry couldn't help but wince when George poked the space between his legs.

"Hey!" he said indignantly.

George shrugged, nonplussed. "It's not like you can feel it, mate. Dam didn't opt for the photo-foreplay option." He looked ad Dam.

"Remind me, you decided not to buy the charm that would give up the witch's name, either, right?"

"That's right," nodded Dam. "But now I wish I had. I assumed I'd see it happen, if and when Harry ever picked up a witch." He looked thoughtful. "Did she help you get me back to the flat?"

"Why'd you need help?" asked Katie. She walked over and looped her arm through Fred's before leaning her head on his shoulder.

Harry jumped at the chance to change the subject. "There were some, umm, problems at the pub," he said. "That special drink they were selling was improperly made. It made people rather more . . . open and talkative than usual." Harry was careful not to say too much about what kind of things the potion had made Dam say. Partly because he didn't want to reveal the man's confidences, told under the influence, but even more because he didn't know if hearing them would jog Dam's memory of whom he'd spilled those confidences to.

"Ahh, so does that explain why Kipling Cross told us a long-winded story about coming out to his parents?" asked Angelina. "It was rather sweet – his dad's a baker, made him cupcakes in every color of the rainbow to celebrate."

"Probably, yes," said Ginny. She'd been very quiet until then. Now her voice took on the authoritative tone she had used to assure Dam that the potion hadn't been terribly dangerous. "I talked to Adam Ramsey before I came and sat at your table. He'd been telling me a story about, uhh, about a fight or something he'd gotten in with his best friend over a witch." She shrugged. "At least, I think that's what he was telling me. I think he'd had quite a bit of regular whiskey before he even started with the potion so it was kind of hard to follow what he was saying."

Harry was again impressed at Ginny's ability to spin a story that was true enough not to be caught as a lie. Clearly she'd learned more than a thing or two growing up with Fred and George. Her stance was relaxed. Harry could see a slight tightness around her mouth, but he suspected he was the only one who'd spent enough time watching Ginny's mouth to notice.

"So, the drink was a potion made drinkers tell emotion-filled stories about their past?" asked Fred. He gave George a look Harry recognized well. "But doesn't have any lasting side effects?"

Harry saw Ginny freeze and knew she hadn't intended to reveal that the drink was a potion. She was more rattled that she was letting on, and Harry longed to go stand beside her, much like Angelina was now standing beside George. He kept his face carefully blank.

"It's got a memory erasing component," said Ginny sharply. "The server was . . . she didn't mention it when she tried to get us to try one. She only said it would lower our inhibitions, but I assumed it was just regular alcohol and worked that way." She shook her head. "I need to tell them at work." She walked over to the table Ron used as a desk and sat down with a piece of parchment. "I want to get some notes down, don't mind me," she said.

Fred shrugged. "Yeah, okay. We don't have any interest in messing with memory potions," he said. "Too risky, although the confessing part is intriguing. I'll make a note of it." A quill appeared and scrawled something on the floating notepad. He nodded at Ginny. "But let's get back to the business at hand," he said. "The poster's why we're here." Fred looked at Dam. "You said there was something wrong with it?"

Harry groaned to himself. He should have known they'd not escape that easily. At least Ginny had come up with a way to stay out of it. She was busy writing and seemed to have barely registered what Fred asked. Harry knew it was an act, but it was a good one.

"Harry said the poster must be broken," said Dam. "Because he didn't have sex last night. Not even once." The man laughed. "But I don't believe him."

"And you shouldn't," said George. He gave Harry a reproving look. "Our magic is infalliable."

Harry sighed. "It's just that it was a little . . . awkward," he said finally. He shrugged. "You know how those witches in the pub can be." From her seat, Ginny's mouth tightened. Whether in amusement or something else, Harry wasn't quite sure. The two of them were going to have plenty to talk about once they finally got more time alone. Assuming that ever happened again. He gave another sigh. "Can we just drop it? It's done. I had sex, the poster figured it out, and that's it. If there's a way to keep the damn thing quiet now I'd appreciate it."

"That would be nice now, wouldn't it?" asked George. "To just be done with it, I mean." He had a look on his face Harry usually associated with things about to explode. Across the room, Ginny had gone still. George looked at Fred. "Did you notice the same thing I did, Gred?" he asked. "That the poster went immediately into tally mode?"

Fred nodded. "I did indeed, Forge. Most interesting. I wasn't sure how smooth the switch from default situs would be, but there doesn't seem to have been any loss of data." He looked appraisingly at Harry.

Just stay quiet, Harry counseled himself. Don't show any interest. He yawned and stretched. This time, he was sure Ginny was trying to stifle laughter. The thought that she wasn't completely horrified by the turn of events calmed him somewhat.

His ploy was useless anyway. Fred waved his wand and suddenly, the number "2" on the poster got bigger.

"Unless you had sex more than twice?"

Harry froze. No matter how he answered, he'd be admitting something. Dam sat up.

"Tried to get me to believe he hadn't actually had sex," he told everyone again. "Said the poster must be broken." He barked a laugh. "As if one of your products wouldn't work!" He fell back onto the sofa. "Twice!" he said to himself. "And I missed it!"

Fred and George shook their heads at Harry in identical fashion.

"Such little faith," said Fred.

"Don't you know better by now, Harry?" asked George.

"Uhhh," said Harry. Again, there was absolutely nothing he could say. This time, it was Katie who stirred the pot.

"What do you mean that the poster switched from default mode?" she asked curiously.

Angelina joined in. "Tally mode, that means the poster kept track of how many times Harry had sex." She grinned at him. "Not bad, Potter. You've certainly grown up now, haven't you?"

Harry wanted to crawl under the table. He'd been the youngest member of the Hogwarts Quidditch team and his first year especially, it had been something of a running joke with the rest of the team. There was never any malice in it, but Harry's puberty had been a bigger topic of discussion – particularly among Angelina, Katie, and Alicia Spinnet – than Harry would have preferred. He shrugged. "It happens," he said carefully.

George nodded at both witches. "Yes, tally mode keeps track of how many times the individual has had sex," he said. "We market it to married couples who want to keep track of their bedroom antics."

"Bill and Fleur almost broke the damn thing," muttered Fred. "But at least we know how high the count can go."

"Please don't tell us," pleaded Ginny. She stood up, and Harry shot her a quick look. She shrugged, and Harry realized that even if she wasn't ready to reveal anything, at least she wasn't leaving him completely out to dry alone.

Fred laughed. "You don't want to know," he promised. "Too depressing for the rest of us."

"Or something to aspire to," said Angelina. She gave George a kiss.

"Do you all just want a couple of bedrooms?" asked Dam. He seemed supremely at ease with the sexual banter, even though none of it concerned him. "Or do you want to finish explaining about the poster first? I didn't think it was set to keep track of the number of times Potter had sex."

"It wasn't, not as a default setting," said George. He gave Harry a leering look that made him think he wasn't about to like what came next. "Default is locational mode, or we call it in situs. It keeps track of how many different witches you have sex with, but it has to take place in your flat." He shook his head in frustration. "We've still not been successful in combining the two."

"That means if you bring the same witch back to your flat a second time, it won't register in locational mode," explained Fred. "And in tally mode, we can't determine if Harry had sex with the same witch or different ones."

"Different ones?" asked Dam. The grin he'd been wearing every since the poster first spoke grew wider. "You mean Potter might have done it with two different witches tonight?"

"I didn't have sex with two different witches," Harry blurted out quickly. "Just . . . just one. Twice." He felt his face heating up. Ginny started fussing with the parchments on the table.

George leaned forward. "But not here in the flat, right?"

Dam laughed again. "I know that drink messed with my memory, but I'd hope I'd remember if Potter had had sex here last night."

"So where were you?" asked Katie.

"And how did you get Dam back here?" added Angelina.

"When did the witch leave?" added George.

"Or did you do the leaving?" put in Fred.

Harry brain was too sluggish to process any of the questions and come up with an answer that wouldn't throw both him and Ginny out to the pixies. His eyes found hers for the briefest second and he saw her give a tiny nod.

"You had sex at the pub, didn't you, Potter?" she asked. The casual use of his last name sounded odd to Harry and he could tell how hard she was trying to join in the teasing. She raised her eyebrows. "In one of the storage rooms? Or maybe the . . . loo?" She wasn't looking at him, but Harry heard an undercurrent of something in Ginny's voice. They had just been joking a few hours earlier about having sex in the pub's loo, and despite everything, Harry felt himself twitch. As he was only wearing pajamas, this was problematic. He took a deep breath and tried to look sheepish, and to avoid thinking more about the only witch he ever intended to have sex with at a pub.

"Umm," he said.

"The server!" Dam suddenly sat up straighter on the sofa. He pointed at Harry. "You had sex with that server, didn't you?" He chuckled. "I remember her. She gave us all the special drinks."

"She certainly was pushy about trying to sell them," said Ginny. "I think the entire team had some."

"Other than me," said Harry quickly. "Ron had one though."

George laughed. "Do I even want to know what he told you?"

Harry smirked. "I don't know. Do you want to hear how much he loves Hermione?"

Fred made a sound of approval. "We didn't use them in our testing," he said. "Wasn't sure if it would be worthwhile. But they can be part of the upgrades."

"I'm sure Ron will love that," muttered Ginny. She rolled up her parchment and stood up. "As exciting as dissecting Harry's sex life with an aggressive pub waitress might be for the rest of you, I have to go to work tomorrow." She yawned. "If I'm lucky, I might get three or four hours of sleep first. So I'm going to leave."

She walked over to Dam. "If you experience any residual affects of the potion, let me know. I'll be making a full report at work tomorrow."

Dam nodded. "Have I mentioned how much I like having an Auror in the building?" he asked.

Ginny mouth tightened in amusement. "You may have mentioned it once or twice," she said.

She looked around the rest of the room. "I trust I'll see all of you at dinner Sunday?" she asked. "If you have anything else to talk about with me I'm sure it can wait until then."

"Wait, Ginny, don't you want to hear if Harry really did sleep with that waitress?"

Ginny shrugged. "Not particularly," she said. "As long as he enjoyed himself." She turned to him suddenly, her back to the rest of the room. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Harry was caught off guard for a moment. Ginny licked her lips and Harry felt his groin twitch again. Was she really teasing him in front of Fred and George? The idea was more than hot. He swallowed.

"Uhh, yeah, I did," he said. "Have fun. I had fun with her."

"Good man," said Dam.

Ginny nodded briskly. "And do you plan to see her again?" she asked. She crossed her arms and the front of her robe gaped open a bit. Harry saw the soft skin of her breast and suddenly remembered Ginny wasn't wearing anything underneath. He swallowed again and wondered if it would give anything away if he was to suddenly plead a chill and wrap one of the Griffyndor blankets around himself. He took a deep breath.

"I . . . I'm not sure if I plan to see her again," he said finally. Harry couldn't figure out what the right answer was here. If he said yes, everyone would be watching his every move, suggesting another visit to the pub. If he said no, Ginny might misinterpret. A second later he shook his head. Ginny won't misinterpret anything.

"Actually no, I'm not going to see her again," he said firmly. She's not really my type."

Ginny gave him a satisfied look. "Well okay," she said. "I guess it doesn't matter who she is then, does it?" She included the entire room in her question.

"I'm still interested," protested Dam.

"Me too," said Fred, while George nodded. "It could be useful for our research and development mate," he said.

Harry snorted. "Well then I'm certainly not going to tell you." He let himself look straight at Ginny. "I'm sorry I woke you up," he said. "Thank you for helping with . . . everything."

He was pretty sure Ginny masked a shiver with her shrug. "No problem Harry. I'm glad to help." She held out her hand to Dam. "Walk me to my flat?"

Dam chuckled. "Like you need protecting." Still he accepted her hand and stood up. "I feel like I could sleep for a week," he said. He looked at Fred and George. "Thanks for your help, best service I've ever had."

Fred and George gave identical bows. "That's what you get from Weasley's 24 Hour Service Service," said Fred grandly. He looked at his brother. "Although maybe we want to revisit the idea of letting customers leave messages instead?" With promises to Harry that 'this was not over' the twins ushered their girlfriends to the floo. Angelina gave an enormous yawn.

"See you in a couple of hours, Ginny. Let me know if you talk to Robards about all this."

Ginny nodded. "I will, thanks." She gave Harry one more glance before walking out of the flat with Dam.

When everyone was gone, Harry collapsed exhaustedly on the sofa, too tired to even walk down the hall to his bedroom. The events of the evening swirled in his head and he tried to focus his fuzzy brain on only the pleasant ones – the alley, Ginny teasing him under the table in the pub, the look on her face as he finally brought her to orgasm, the feel of her naked weight on him after they made love. But every time he'd start to relax into one of those memories he'd hear a cacophony of voices that sounded like Dam, the twins, Angelina and Katie, and that damn poster all clamoring to know whom he'd had sex with. It didn't help that the poster hadn't entirely faded back into the wall yet, although Fred and George had assured him it would – for now. Harry didn't trust what that meant, but the room was finally getting darker and he couldn't think about it just then. His last thought before falling asleep was of red – Ginny's hair falling onto his chest as she straddled him, morphing into a swirling fiery liquid being offered to him by a familiar voice he couldn't quite place.

And Potter catches the Snitch – Twice!

Harry jerked awake and almost fell off the sofa. The room was brighter now, early morning sunlight seeping through the windows. Ron and Hermione were standing in the middle of the room, staring back and forth between Harry and his photo.

"What the hell?" asked Ron incredulously.