Diclaimer: Not mine!

Summary: Read the first chapter, :P

Harry and Mark were both waiting in the burrow eagerly for their Hogwarts acceptance letters. Harry sat, lounging in a lounge chair by the window with one of his favorite books, written and put together by his dad, Uncle Padfoot, and Uncle Moony, just for him and Mark, "The Marauders Guide To Hogwarts". Every couple of minutes, he would glance up eagerly out the window to check for owls. His brother Mark, he noted fondly, was spending his time alternating between pacing and pressing his face up against the window, babbling about his excitement and impatience to get their letters the entire time.

"Why do they have to be sooooooo slooooow? They should be here by now!" Mark bounced up and down on his toes. "What? Did the messengers suddenly DIE?! Did the owls have a STROKE?! What is taking our letters so long to get here?" Mark paced around the brown chair, using his hands and arms as if words were not enough to get his point across.

"No one died my twin… or had a stroke," Harry replied, glancing eagerly out the window again before glancing at Mark, now walking in circles. It was a wonder he didn't get dizzy and fall down. Harry chuckled and Mark turned to look at him.

"What's so funny?" he asked, stopping abruptly and swaying a bit. Apparently, he did feel a little dizzy.

"Nothing, you just look silly pacing like that is all." Harry said, smiling.

"I'm worried Harry! What is taking those owls? Did they forget to write them? Like I said, they could have died, or…" Mark gasped. "I know! … It's a CONSPIRACY!" As he said this, Mark slammed his arms onto the couch and stared at Harry, horrified by his discovery. Harry broke out into full out laughter. "Death Eaters infiltrated the owls and stole our letters! They don't want us going to Hogwarts 'cause we're the reason old Voldy-Moldy is dead!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at him after he was able to stop laughing and asked "And how exactly would they infiltrate the owls dear Mark?"

Mark seemed to think to himself and then threw his arms into the air. "With Death-Eater owls of course!"

Harry laughed again. "Death-Eater owls?" Harry dropped the book in his lap and clutched his stomach in laughter. "And H-how do they g-get the-these Death-Eater owls?"

Mark glanced over at him disbelievingly "From the Bald Snakes Secret Inner Circle of Death-Eater Owls of course!" He raised an eyebrow at his now crying in laughter twin. "Didn't you know?!"

Harry continued laughing for a while until he could regain his breath as his twin patiently awaited his response. Harry slowly sat up and pulled a straight face and calmly picked up the book on his lap. "Oh, that's what you're talking about, but you got one thing wrong twin."

Mark raised his eyebrow again. "And what's that?"

"The name. They started out as Death-Eater Owls originally, but in case you don't remember, they filed a protest and got their name changed to Rat-Eater Owls. They told Voldy-Oldy that they did not in fact eat DEATH, they ate RATS and MICE, the occasional spider or snake, maybe even a bunny or two, but not death."

Mark slapped his forehead at his stupidity. "Of course! How could I forget? I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean to confuse you."

"No problem at all brother." They looked each other in the eye and burst out laughing again.

After laughing, Mark sighed. "I'm bored! Let me read!" He squished himself next to Harry and leaned on his shoulder with an arm wrapped around his twins' back to read along with Harry. Not half a minute passed before Mark spoke again. Harry was surprised it had taken him that long. "I WANT THE LETTER ALREADY!"

"My ear!" Harry clutched the ear Mark yelled into. "Is this some kind of revenge? So the killing curse didn't make me blind in one eye, so you want to even the score by making me deaf in one ear?"

Mark grinned at him. "Yep!"

Harry glared at him. "You cruel sadistic bastard."

"Awwww, you know you love me!"

Harry smirked and licked Marks' cheek, causing him to shriek in disgust and leap off of the chair. "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW! YOU LICKED ME!" Mark pouted at Harry. "Oh yeah, REAL mature twinny!"

"I know, I thought so too." Harry smirked.

"You coated my cheek with your sticky mucus-dripping germs!"

"Uncle Padfoot does it all the time, why the reaction from me?"

"Well, you aren't currently a canine, so until you are, keep that slimy appendage behind your teeth where it belongs!"

"You are so prejudiced my dear twin, to judge me just because I'm human."

"THE LETTERS! THE LETTERS!" Mark shouted.

"Stop jumping up and down or else those owls will turn around thinking you want to eat them."

Mark gasped horrified, calmed down instantly, opened the window, and sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his hands folded, trying to look as anti-owl-devouring as possible.

Harry looked over at him, holding his chin in one hand, "hmmmed", and nodded. "Better."

Mark snatched the owls from the air and tore the letters from their claws before releasing them, leaving the rather ruffled owls to retreat as fast as they could from the crazy boy.

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Was that really necessary?"

Mark threw Harry's letter at him. "Yes!"

Harry caught in midair and slowly read his acceptance letter with a big grin on his face. "Let's tell Ron, he probably got one too."

Mark darted down the halls and up the stairs with the opened letter held up in the air triumphantly. Harry laughed and followed behind him at a slower pace until he saw Mark chattering to Ron excitedly. He leaned against the doorframe to Ron's room and smiled slightly.

"Look Ron! We got our letters! Where's yours? Did you get it yet? Did you? Did you? Did you?"

Ron grinned widely and held up his own letter in the air. "Yes, I got it!"

"Let me see!" Mark snatched it from him and read it.

"Hey! Give it back, that's mine. You got your own and it says the exact same thing except for the name."

"Don't be so touchy Ron, fine, here you go." Just as Mark was handing him the letter, it was snatched from him by a large hand attached to a long freckled arm. Mark looked up and grinned at Fred.

"Look what we have here George! It's Ron's acceptance letter."

"Hey! It's mine!" Ron shouted, trying to grab for it. Fred held it up in the air out of reach and smirked.

"I want to see it!" George announced, appearing behind Harry and scooping the boy off the floor from behind. Harry squealed and kicked for a minute before he settled, laughing.

"Here you go George." Fred grinned and held out the letter, still too high for his brother to reach.

"One second," George said and adjusted Harry to hold him on his right hip against his side and grabbed the letter with his left hand.

"It's MY letter George! Give it back." Ron exclaimed, reaching out for the letter. George held it up to the air and read it from a far. "GIMMIE!"

"Touchy touchy. That's not very polite Ron." Fred scolded. "What do you say George? Should we give the letter back?"

"Weeell," George replied. "Since he was rather"

"Rude and obnoxious-" Fred supplied

"To us, we should-"

"Hide it somewhere he'll find it?"

George grinned at Fred and Fred grinned back.

Ron pouted and turned to Mark. "DO something Mark!"

Mark shrugged. "Sorry Ron, I'm lacking the mind-controlling powers necessary to force them to give you your letter back is running low for me today. Maybe some other time?"

"This isn't funny! Stop joking about it! I want my letter!"

"I'll let you look at my letter when we go to Diagon Alley to get supplies if you want Ron." Harry offered kindly from George's hip.

"I don't WANT your letter, I want MY letter."

Harry reached up and snatched the letter from George and tossed it to Ron.

Ron caught it and huffed. "Finally! Thanks Harry."

Harry smiled sweetly. "No problem."

George, annoyed at the fact that the letter was snatched from him and sickened by the sweetness, dropped Harry on the floor.

"OUCH! Heeeeey, no fair."

George shrugged. "You ruined my fun and the chance to tease Ronniekins."

Mark glared. "Don't DROP my brother or I'll prank you so bad, you'll have to go to St. Mungos to get rid of them."

Fred grinned. "Bring it on young grasshopper!"

"Hey! I might not be as old as experienced as you, but I know tricks that can make you vomit out your ears!"

"Like I said," Fred said confidently. "Bring it on!"

"Hey hey hey!" George snapped at his twin. "You're not the one being threatened here, so keep your mouth shut!"

Fred stuck his tongue out.

"As a wise man once told me," Harry said with an air of importance, still on the ground and rubbing his sore bum. "Keep that slimy appendage behind your teeth where it belongs." He met Marks eyes and Mark burst out laughing.

Ron looked between a satisfied looking Harry and a hysterically laughing Mark. "What's so funny?" he asked, confused.

"I believe that young Mark here-" Fred started.

"Has lost his bloody mind!" George finished.

Mark stopped laughing and glared at George. "Watch it mister! You're in enough trouble as it is!"

George threw his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay, easy there. Don't burst an artery."

Fred raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you scared of him George?"

"Not at all Fred. I'm just worried here for the boys health."

`"Keep telling yourself that." Mark smirked.

Ginny walked in shyly. "What all of this racket? Mom will be up soon if you boys don't quiet down."

"Hey Ginny!" Mark piped up and slipped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a brilliant smile and looking into her eyes. "You look lovely today. The pigtails look adorable on you."

Ginny blushed crimson red and squeaked, removing his arm and moving away from him. "H-h-hi M-mark, heheh." She smiled nervously at him and turned to look over at Harry, who was still on his bum. "Hi Harry."

"Good morning Ms. Ginerva." He reached up and took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "How are you this morning?"

Ginny blushed again. "F-fine. H-h-how about you?" She took her hand back from him and rubbed it with her other hand.

"Well, your brother dropped me on the floor, so my bum is a bit sore, but I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter, so over all good. Thank you for asking." He smiled sweetly at her.

Ginny squeaked again and ran out of the room.

"You know…" Fred started.

"I can't decide who she likes more-"

"I don't think she quite knows herself either dear brother. She's too busy trying not to faint to tell the difference," said George.

Ron, Fred, George, Harry, and Mark all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Authors note: Thanks for the reviews and if you have any coments or suggestions, feel free to ask.