Tobias: WULFRIC! There ya are old buddy!

Wulfric: Yea Tobias?

Tobias: I've missed you!

Wulfric: I missed being around..

Tobias: So you've got a chapter finally?

Wulfric: Yep. And you all know this for a fact by now, I Do. Not. Own. Harry. Potter.

Professor McGonagall called Harry up to her desk as the bell rang.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Mr. Potter, since you were bent on hexing Mr. Weasley, you will be serving detention with myself tonight. Be here at seven o'clock and don't be late."

Nodding his head Harry replied, " Yes ma'am."

He headed out of the classroom, to find Ron standing there trying to overhear what was going on. Ignoring him, Harry walked down to lunch and ate quickly before he headed to Potions.

Snape was treating Harry better than he had before, but he still had an appearence to keep up; which meant that Harry's potions were sabatoged at times, but he still got the marks he deserved. This was the reason that Harry's Forgetfulness Antidote was pink, instead of the purple it should have been.

"Mr. Potter-Dumbledore, do tell me how one can mess up a simple antidote."

Harry knew he was baiting him, so they'd keep appearences, so he answered, " I do not know sir."

"Pity, seems fame isn't everything. I want a two rolls of parchment on how you screwed up, and what you should have done instead."

"Yes Sir."

The bell rang for classes and Harry went up to his rooms before dinner. His grandfather wasn't around, but there was an owl flitting around the room.

"Come here, and I'll at least get the letter off you, seeing as I'm not Dumbledore, or the one you want for that matter."

The owl looked at Harry a almost dive bombed him. Harry moved out of the way and laughed, "You're a hyperactive one aren't you?"

As Harry removed the letter he noticed it wasn't addressed to Albus, but to him. Opening the letter he recongized the dual handwriting instantly.

Hiya Harry,

As you can tell Fred here decided he wanted to be the one to write first--

Shut up George, anyways Harry, we've heard from Mum about your problem with little prat.

And we thought we could help you out.

You see, we have a new hair dye product.

And we need a tester.

Little Ron's hair would look perfect pink, for a week

At least.

Yes, we've enclosed some of the dye for a test (preferably tonight) and all you have to do, is mix it in with his drink, simple as that.

If you can't get close enough to him, have Ginny do it..

She's been aching at a chance to do something to him, because of everything he's done to you, and his summer behavior.

Which was worse than how we are when we're in 'mean funny moods'

Which isn't all the time, just with some Slytherins,

Speaking of Slytherins, we heard about you and Draco getting along,

Nice one Harry, you are a good guy.

Beyond all of that, we're happy you and Dumbledore are a family, you deserve a nice one.

Our family (beyond Ron) still love you, so we're around too, so WRITE.. Well that's what mum says anyways.

But yea, time is money and we sadly need to wrap this up.

So you have the dye and directions, and that seems to be it.

Just tell Dumbledore and McGonagall "Hello" from us.

Yes, can't forget McGonagall.

She caught us a few too many times,

and then took us to Dumbledore,

Who laughed,

but then still gave us detention.

Ah well, good times.

Talk to you soon Harry.

Fred

George

Harry looked at the letter a moment, and decided he would try out the dye on Ron. He grabbed the capsule it was in and ran off to find Ginny, making sure he took the letter with him.

When he got to the Entrance Hall he spied Ginny.

"Ginny!"

"Yea Harry?"

"Could I talk to you a moment?"

"Sure," she said as she followed him to an empty classroom.

Harry explained the plan to her, and she readily agreed.

"The twins are right, he'll look perfect with pink hair. It's to last a week isn't it?"

"Yep. We'd better get to dinner. Thanks Ginny."

"Anytime Harry," she said leading the way into the Hall.

Ginny waited until Ron was completely immersed in a conversation with Dean about the Cannons to slip the dye in his drink. After arguing with Dean, Ron grabbed his pumpkin juice and drank it hurriedly. The effect was almost immediate. The few long strands of hair that were always in Ron's face, turned neon pink from the roots to the ends.

"What the bloody hell!" screamed Ron.

The entire Hall turned their heads to see what the Gryffindor was yelling about. When they noticed his once red hair had been turned a neon pink they bursted into laughter.

"POTTER-DUMBLEDORE! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" Ron screamed, but Harry was already gone. He had a detention to get to anyways.

Upon entering McGonagall's Office, he saw her looking at him from behind her desk.

"Harry, did you have anything to do with the changing of Mr. Weasley's hair."

"No, the twins did. Who say hello by the way."

"What?"

"Never mind, what am I doing tonight?"

"I want you to rearrange these books, and then wash the boards clean. After you are finished you may go to bed."

After finally finishing his detention, Harry headed back to his rooms. Before he did any of his homework he pulled a piece of parchment out and wrote a letter to the twins.

Fred, George,

Thanks for the letter, sorry I haven't been writing I've been kept a bit busy. The dye worked like a charm, Ginny was happy to help out. It turned his Weasley hair pink, but not just pink, extreme neon pink. The entire hall saw it and laughed. So that stuff will last a week? Awesome.

Glad to see your shop is doing well, and if you need anything else tested, you know where to send it.

I've got to run before Granddad comes back and questions me about Ron's hair.

I'll write soon,

Harry

a/n : Okay, I disappeared on this story for a month, I know, I'm sorry. Things haven't been good at all for me, I lost a good friend in a car accident at the end of October, and then the usual things compounding kinda took all my creativity out of me. But you can rant and rave at me for not updating, I deserve it. I don't know when I'll get the next chapter up, but i've got 6 days off, so I should at least get somewhere with it.

Wulfric.

Tobias: I'm sorry about him ya know.

Wulfric: I know.

Tobias: Anything I can do?

Wulfric: Yea, give me ideas for what to do next chapter.

Tobias: I can do that!

(Tobias basically runs Wulfric over)

Wulfric : (Laughing) You don't need to be so anxious!