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"Juliet wake up!" Ginny yelled in my ear. "Wake up! Harry's gonna be here soon!"
"Gin, Harry and Alia don't come until five." I groaned, rolling over in my bed.
"Fine! Go back to bed. I'm gonna eat all of the bacon though." Ginny called, running out of the room and down the stairs.
"You better not!" I yelled as my eyes flew open. Ginny just laughed evilly and ran down the stairs. I jumped out of bed and tugged on a sweatshirt before running down the steps after my adoptive sister. I skidded to a stop outside of Fred and George's room, and knocked on their door.
"Fred! George! You better get downstairs, or Mum's gonna have kittens!" I shouted, knocking some more.
"Oi! Quiet down, Juliet!" Ron shouted from his own room.
"She doesn't have too! The muggles in town need their daily wake up call." George joked, popping out of his room with Fred behind him.
"Shut up." I muttered, shoving him playfully. They just messed up my shoulder-length ringlets even more, and hooked their arms around my shoulder. I laughed as they guided me down the steep steps and into the kitchen. We had a meager breakfast of bread and jam, before going outside to play Quidditch. Ron and Ginny came out to play with us, so I played on their team because Fred and George were kind of professionals. Around noon Hermione came, so we stopped our game to hang out with her. We talked for a while, agreeing that we couldn't wait for Harry and his twin Alia to get here. After we had lunch, I headed upstairs to Fred and George's room with the twins.
"Do you have the goods?" Fred stage whispered to me as he shut the door. I sat down on George's bed with him, and sighed.
"Yes." I said, shaking my head. "But you guys so owe me."
"Yes we will, if you give us the goods!" George stated, putting an arm around me.
"Fine." I muttered, plopping a large stack of papers onto the bed. "Copies of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the real deal."
"Blimey, Juliet!" George exclaimed as his eyes raked over one of the papers. "How did you manage to get these? Mum burnt the real papers."
"I made a copy of all of them along time ago. I had a feeling this would happen." I sighed, smirking lightly at their bemused expressions. "But you still owe me big time. Mum probably would have kept me from the Hogwarts if she found out I got these for you! I would have been de-gnoming the garden for the rest of the summer!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Fred sighed, putting down one of the papers. "Maybe grounded for life, having to do all of the chores, and staying from the Quidditch World Cup, but Hogwarts is serious."
"Cause that is so much better." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"Now we only have one last thing to do today." Fred said evilly.
"And that would be." I asked, motioning for him to continue. I got my answer when he held up a bag of Ton-Tongue Toffee.
"And I know a certain someone-" He said.
"A small and innocent looking someone." George agreed, grinning like a maniac.
"To get Dad to let us go with him and Ron to get Harry from his awful relative's house." Fred continued, looking directly at me. I just sighed and nodded.
"Fine."
"Please, Dad!" I begged, giving my dad a pleading look. "Pretty please! We really want to see Harry's house!"
"You saw it when you broke him out two years ago." Dad sighed, shaking his head.
"But we didn't get to see his house." I argued, widening my silver/grey eyes even more. "Pweeze?"
"Now don't give me that look, Juliet." He said sternly, trying not to break under my innocent look. "You know that they don't like wizards. The less that go, the better."
"Fine. But I think Mum would like to know about a certain someone who is rebuilding a certain flying car in a certain shed." I threatened, my eyes flashing dangerously. Dad paled at that thought, and breathed out deeply.
"You wouldn't." Dad said, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh Mum!" I called up the stairs.
"Wait! Wait." Dad hissed, pulling me away from the steps. "Fine. You can come. But no fooling around."
"Love you, Daddy." I said sweetly, kissing his cheek. I ran back up the steps into Fred and George's room, beaming broadly. "We can go."
"Have we ever told you that we love you?" George sighed, smirking at me. I blushed lightly. I had always had a crush on George. Everyone else was like a family to me, but George had always been something more.
"We owe you big time." Fred agreed, making me laugh.
"Yes. Yes you do." I laughed, hugging them.
"Ready? Fred? George? Ron? Juliet?" Dad asked, straitening his robes, and grabbing a handful of Floo Powder. We all nodded and waited for him to go through so we could.
"Number Four, Privet Drive." Mr. Weasley stated clearly, throwing down the powder.
"Ladies first!" I sang, dancing in front of Ron and grabbing some Floo Powder. "Number Four, Privet Drive!"
I threw down the powder and felt something tug me up and around. I clamped my mouth and eyes shut as I spun faster and faster, then I stumbled out of the fireplace...wait. I just fell onto a wall. Ouch.
"Dad! What's going on?" I moaned, rubbing my sore nose. Suddenly another person came into our small room of happiness and fun.
"Ouch! Fred, no- go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake- tell George not to-" But Dad didn't talk fast enough. Sure enough George had materialized next to me, his chest pressing me against the wall again.
"Ouch!" I yelped, trying to squirm around.
"George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron-" Dad started again, but Fred cut him off.
"Maybe Harry or Alia can hear us, Dad- maybe he'll be able to let us out-"
We all started to hammer on the boards.
"Harry? Alia?" I called, through George's chest. "Harry, can you hear us?"
"Mr. Weasley, can you hear me?" Harry asked, sounding like he was going to laugh.
"Way to ignore me." I muttered, making George give a throaty laugh.
"Shh!"
"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry...the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."
"Damn! What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire." Harry explained.
"Really?" Dad sounded too excited. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that...Let's think...ouch! Ron!"
"What are doing here? Has something gone wrong?" He asked.
"Oh no, Ron." Fred said very sarcastically. "No. This is exactly where we wanted to end up!"
"Yup. Having the time of our lives here." George agreed in my ear. My heart beat fast as I just realized how close Fred was to me. A furious blush rose to my cheeks, making me feel very self-conscious.
""Boys, boys...and girl," Dad said vaguely. "I'm trying to think of what to do...yes...only way...stand back, Harry."
With an earsplitting bang, the boards blasted out, spilling us out onto the carpet.
"That was...fun." I spat vindictively, rubbing my head.
"That's better," Panted Dad, brushing dust from his green robes, and straitening his glasses. "Ah- you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!"
"Um, Dad. I think your overwhelming them." I whispered to him, as he held out his hand for them to shake.
"Er- yes. Sorry," Dad apologized abashed. "Well...Hello, Harry! Got your trunk ready?"
"It's upstairs." Harry said, grinning.
"We'll get it." Fred said at once. We all gave Harry a wink before we left the room and went upstairs.
"Phase one, complete." George murmured, smiling at me. I just sighed and shook my head. We grabbed Harry's trunk, went over the plan once more, then heaved it downstairs. As they spotted Harry's cousin, Dudley, their faces morphed into identical evil grins.
"Ah, right," said Dad. "Better get cracking then. Incendio! Off you go then, Fred."
"Coming." Fred said innocently. "Oh no- hang on."
I helped him scramble to pick up the toffee's, 'accidently leaving one behind. He gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, then stepped into the fire and said "the Burrow!" After he disappeared, George and I went forward with the trunk. He went first with the heavy trunk, then I went. As we stumbled out of the fireplace, I was surprised to find Bill and Charlie at our table.
"Bill! Charlie!" I squealed, throwing myself into their arms. "I didn't know you guys were coming here before the match!"
"Yup!" Charlie said cheerfully. Ron fell out of the fireplace next, and went to sit on the counter by Hermione.
"Harry should be on his way." He informed us. A few minutes passed, and Harry finally flew out of the fireplace with his twin Alia.
"Did he eat it?" Fred asked in an excited tone.
"Yeah," Harry said, straitening up. "What was it?"
"Ton-Tongue Toffee," George said brightly. "Fred and I invented them, and we've been looking for a test subject all summer."
"I said no." I laughed, smirking lightly. The small kitchen erupted with laughter, and I leaned on the counter in between the twins as Charlie and Bill introduced themselves. Alia gave me a grin and shoved her way between me and Fred.
"How are you?" She asked, staring at me with her pretty, green eyes.
"Good." I sniffed, glancing at the lightning shaped scar, barley visible on her neck because of her dark hair covering it. Dad fell out of the fireplace next almost ten minutes later.
"That wasn't funny, Fred!" Dad shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"
"I didn't give him anything," said Fred with another evil grin. "I just dropped it... It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."
"You dropped it on purpose!" Dad roared. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet-"
"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly, making me face palm.
"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"
Dad gave us an angry look as we roared with laughter for a second time.
"It isn't funny! That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half of my life campaigning the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-"
I breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't know about me being involved.
"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" Fred protested.
"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," Said George, making me giggle. He turned to look at Harry. "Isn't he, Harry? Alia?"
"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley." Harry said earnestly. Alia nodded in agreement.
"That's not the point!" Dad raged. "You wait until I tell your mother-"
"tell me what?" A voice asked behind him. Mum. "Oh hello, Harry, Alia, dears. Tell me what, Arthur?"
Dad hesitated. He wasn't really going to tell Mum about what Fred and George did. For a while we sat in silence.
"Tell me what, Arthur." Mum repeated in a dangerous tone.
"Um. Oh Hermione! Lets to show Alia and Harry where they'll be sleeping." I suggested, pulling on Alia's arm. "Come on Ron."
"He knows where he's sleeping," Ron said, "in my room, he slept there last-"
"We can all go." Hermione said pointedly.
"Oh." said Ron, cottoning on. "Right."
"We'll come too." George said, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"You stay where you are!" Snarled Mrs. Weasley.
"Not one word." I hissed in George's ear before rushing off with my group.
We all edged out of the kitchen and up the stairs with Ginny joining our quartet.
"That was close." I said, shaking my head in relief. "Curse those Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as we climbed the stairs. We all gave a laugh, minus Hermione.
"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning their room-" Ron started to tell the story, so I just tuned out. Oh, the life of a Weasley.