A/N: Ciaossu~ I am dying of jealousy because I really, really, really want to go to the Wizarding World, but sadly, I can't *sobs* PHILIPPINES IS TOO FAR AWAY DAMMIT! And going anywhere is too expensive… *cough*althoughwedidgotoHongKongDisneyLandandUniversalStudiosSingaporeandLegoLand*cough*

Warnings: Umm… same as the last chapter…? Unbetaed, Slash

Pairing(s): LVHP (light. I can't, for the life of me, do a good romance scene)

Disclaimer: Some parts are from the book! "Ako'y tinamaan~ Puso'y tinamaan~ Sadyang ikaw lang ang tanging dahilan~"

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Harry

Tom

"Speaking"

"spells"

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Harry surreptitiously looked around as he absently watered the garden. It had been a week since he had sent his relatives away. A vicious grin nearly broke out his face as he remembered the state Dudley was in when they left but he stopped himself a he caught another movement at the corner of his eyes.

Tommy, what say you about them?

Harry carefully put down his head to hide the fact that his right eye turned red. He was glad that he finally had a semblance of control and only one eye turned red whenever he interacted with his Tommy. That had been a couple of months of hell to practice.

They probably came from the old coot's merry band of flaming chickens.

Harry choked on his laughter and covered it with a cough. Flaming chickens. Tommy, what?

During the war, Dumbledore created a group much like my Death Eaters and equally as illegal. Your parents, I believe, were members of this. They called it Order of the Phoenix which is actually pointless as a Phoenix may as well be a symbol of Dark as it can be the Light.

So Fawkes is their mascot? Makes sense.

Harry turned off the hose and proceeded to weed the garden. It had been decided that he would continue the ruse of his living conditions even if the Dursleys already left. Well, good thing he can use magic to clean the house inside and to keep an illusion if he didn't feel like going out. It was just the times when he knew Mad-eye would be around that he wouldn't dare using illusions. Or glamours.

Today was such a day, which is why he didn't bother to put glamours over his eyes, just ducking so his eyes were out of view.

He went on with his day as he usually did and went to retire to his bedroom, instead of the master's bedroom he claimed as soon as they left. Well, he did destroy the cupboard… to the point that the stairs were also burnt but, again, there was magic.

He was working on his Occlumency (Tommy said it was vital since Albino can read minds) when he was alerted by the wards he put around the house. Not that he won't be alerted even if he did not put up wards. They were noisy.

There was a clutter downstairs, followed by cursing, before he decided that he should probably go down and check. It was probably the Order Tommy told him about earlier. He was quite sure that Ron and Hermione were with the Order if they weren't able to disclose much information. He wasn't stupid. He knew that there are things such as the Fidelius Charm. Thank Merlin for his random interest in warding and runes.

He quickly grabbed his wand—the Holly wand, not the other—and opened his door silently. He pointed his wand and walked as quietly as he felt like. Which wasn't much because he was half tempted to do a jump scare at them. Their shrieking would be amusing. Alas, it wasn't to be as he caught sight of just who was there.

"Lower your wand, boy, before you take someone's eyes out."

Harry already saw him but still pretended to be startled. He let a look of uncertainty flash through his face. "Professor Moody?" Harry almost giggled at the thought that he had never even taught them anything what with Crouch Jr. impersonating him.

"I don't know about the 'Professor'," growled the voice, "never got round to much teaching, did I? Get down here, we want to see you properly."

Harry acted suspicious and uncertain while he still felt like randomly hexing them but refrained from doing just that. He lowered his wand but still held a tight grip to it. Not that he needed it. It seems that his acting was good as he heard the calm, slightly hoarse voice that he only ever associated to one person.

"P-Professor Lupin?" He let his voice quiver a bit. "Is that you?"

He didn't like the man though. Sure, he's his parents' friend but he never got the chance to grow close to any of them. Only Tommy had been close to him. And the man, despite being a werewolf, a being of power, acted so weak. He hated the wolf inside of him and Harry could feel the echoes of loneliness coming from the wolf inside him.

"Why are we all standing in the dark?" said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman's. "Lumos."

The wand lit up the room and Harry was able to see just who were there. He already recognized Lupin, Moody, and the bald black man that he was sure he had seen before but don't know the name. They were all standing crowded near the foot of the stairs. Lupin stood nearest to him, a broad smile gracing his haggard and tired face.

"Ooh, he looks just like I thought he would," said the witch who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked the youngest here; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. "Wotcher, Harry!"

"Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus," said the bald black man that looked familiar to Harry. "He looks like James."

"Except the eyes," said another that he didn't care to notice as he was seething inside. "Lily's eyes."

Harry nearly let the sneer he was withholding as he heard this. He didn't like it when anyone ever compared him to his parents. They thought he would be happy that they said it but it only made him seethe with anger. They weren't even around for him to have any positive memory about them. And any want he had to know his parents were already killed by the Dursleys a long time ago. Someday, he would eventually kill all those who ever said that to him on his face. And that includes Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Molly… practically everyone he was around. Maybe not Moody though. The man was fun to be around with his paranoia.

His thoughts were cut off with the suspicious growl of the before stated man.

"Are you quite sure it's him, Lupin?" growled Moody and Harry almost snorted. "It'd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him something only the real Potter would know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum?"

Harry choked on a laugh and hid it with a cough. He looked up to see Moody staring intently at his eyes, his magical eye boring holes on his forehead. He almost thought that Mad-eye was able to see through though he doubted that. That didn't stop him from raising his shields around Tommy though. He knew very well that Tommy can hide his presence but it didn't hurt to be cautious, right?

Lupin opened his mouth to ask something but Harry cut him off. "Who is Prongs to me?" asked Harry in a hesitant voice.

Lupin blinked before he answered. "Both your Patronus and your Father."

Moody shifted his gaze over to Lupin and Harry smirked mentally as he successfully transferred a highly paranoid ex-auror's attention to another.

"You ask the question, not the boy!" growled Moody as he glared at Lupin. "And you gave vital information out. If it were a Death Eater, what would you do?" Moody shifted his gaze once more to Harry. "What happened to me in the previous year?"

Harry shifted from foot to foot in an effort to make it seem he was uncomfortable. "Headmaster Dumbledore found you inside your own trunk, locked inside by Barty Crouch Jr. who was impersonating you with the use of polyjuice potion the whole of my fourth year."

Moody stared for a while before he nodded in approval.

Harry walked down the stairs, still gripping his wand in his hand. Moody noticed this.

"Don't even think about putting that in your back pocket, boy," Moody lumbered over to the kitchen and Harry was reminded of the bonding session he had with his cousin. "Better wizards than you have lost their buttocks, you know?"

Harry saw at the corner of his eyes the witch roll her eyes. He nearly snickered out loud but thankfully managed to muffle it. Lupin seemed to have still heard this and sent a smile to him to which Harry sent a fake one back.

For appearance's sake, Harry muttered. "You're really lucky the Dursleys are out…"

Lupin merely gave him a questioning look which Harry ignored. Really, it had already been a week. They're pretty much stupid. Harry really wished he could talk to Tommy right now just to make fun of them but he was pretty sure that having his eyes turn red randomly would be suspicious and not well received.

"What are you doing here?" asked Harry curiously even though he already knew.

Lupin smiled at him. "We're here to take you away."

Harry made his eye widen in shock and disbelief. "Y-You are?" whispered Harry in disbelief. "Yo-I- Thank you…"

"We're going as soon as we're given the all-clear." Lupin continued. "And no, we are not going to the Burrow, Harry. Too risky, we've set up headquarters somewhere undetectable. It has taken a while…"

As silence settled over them, Harry unwilling to break the stifling silence for them, Lupin cleared his throat.

"This is Alastor Moody," Lupin pointed to Mad-eye.

"Yeah, I know. " Harry stopped himself from rolling his eyes as the introduced person took a swig off his flask.

"And this is Nymphadora—"

"—Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks."

"—Nymphadora Tonks who prefers to be called by her surname only." finished Lupin.

"So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora'." muttered Tonks.

Harry saw the subtle change of color in Tonks' hair as she said this. He absently noted that she's what the Wizarding World calls Metamorphmagus. If what he can observe is correct, she can control it at will but still slips up in her emotions. Harry just wondered what would happen if he skinned her. Would she still be able to change her skin? Or if he removed her scalp, would she still be able to grow and change her hair?

Lupin proceeded to introduce everyone else. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the man who looked familiar who he now remembered he had seen once in third year, one of the Aurors. Elphias Doge. Dedalus Diggle who he remembered shook his hand and congratulated him before he even knew why. Emmeline Vance. Sturgis Podmore. Hestia Jones.

Harry nodded to each of them, trying, and failing, to will them from looking to anything else aside from him. Although he was delighted to have a name to the two who were going to be added to his 'Kick-the-Bucket' list. Shacklebolt and Doge were added to it. It was getting rather long considering that pretty much everyone says it, aside from, oddly enough, the Slytherins who he deduced probably thought that it would be a compliment. Too bad for them, then.

"We still have about fifteen minutes before we leave." growled Moody, removing the magical eye from its sockets and dropping it in a glass of water. "You better get your things now, boy."

Harry nodded and made his way up, noting that Tonks followed him up. He played with the thought of playing with her before throwing it out the proverbial window; that would not result to good things. That did not stop a near silent giggle to come out of his mouth though.

I said stop losing track, Harry.

Ooh, Tommy! I missed you for all of the twenty three minutes I was talking with them!

Yes, yes. You know I'm just here and won't be able to leave. You just went past you room.

Harry abruptly stopped in his tracks, resulting in Tonks, who was looking around, to bump into him, ending up on both of them sprawled out on the floor. Harry pouted as he realized Tonks, despite being small, was still taller than him. He blames the Dursleys for his small stature, and his wretched cupboard. Apparently being confined inside a cramped space for the majority of your life can cause it.

"S-Sorry…" said Harry apologetically as he stood up, offering a hand to Tonks. "I was lost in thought…"

"Don't worry about that." Tonks responded as she took the offered hand. "I was not looking properly… it's just that, this house is too clean. A bit unnatural, if you ask me."

Harry ignored it as he led the way back to his room. He opened the door, grateful that he had gotten rid of the locks and cat flap. He had installed it in the room of Dudley though. He planned on forcing his relatives to stay in that room together. That is, if they lived that long.

"Huh, it's neat." Tonks commented as she made her way inside after Harry who grabbed the books that were left on his desk and put it in his trunks. "Mum needed to constantly use magic to pack my things, never got a good hold on those householdy spells myself though."

Harry went over to Hedwig and gently woke her up. He opened the cage and Hedwig flew out and made his outreached arm as her perch. He opened the debarred window and sent Hedwig to go wherever she pleases as long as she goes back to him. His owl was smart like that. And her sadistic streak was probably on par with his as he watched her swoop down on a random passerby. He giggled.

Thankfully, Tonks was looking at herself in the mirror.

"You know, I don't think purple's really my color," she said pensively, tugging at a lock of spiky hair. "D'you think it makes me look a bit peaky?"

Harry merely shrugged, cleaning Hedwig's cage with a wet cloth he always hang near her cage for cleaning. He ducked his head down, making his messy hair black his eyes from view.

Tommy, save meee!

What would I even save you from?

Their clutches!

And how, pray tell, would I save you from them if I am stuck in your head?

I don't care how! Just save me Tommy!

Tommy ignored him and Harry mentally stuck his tongue out at him. He silently banished the filthy cloth and set down Hedwig's cage on his trunk watching silently as Tonks changed her hair to bubble-gum pink. Harry didn't even react outwardly as his earlier musings about Metamorphmagi resurfaced. He was about to ask Tommy when Tonks turned around to face him.

They stared at each other for a while before Tonks got bored.

"You're done?" Harry nodded and gestured to his things. "Got everything? Cauldron? Broom? Wow! A Firebolt?"

Harry looked at the broom he put beside Hedwig's cage and shrugged. He liked flying but it would be better if he could drop something fifty feet off ground. Preferably a human body. An alive human body.

"And I'm still riding a Comet Two Sixty," said Tonks enviously. "Ah well… still got your wand? Both buttocks still on? Alright, pick up your broom and let's go. Locomotor Trunk."

His trunk rose up a few inches off ground and all he thought about was what would happen if the trunk was accidentally dropped on Tonks' feet when they're climbing down the stairs. Wait. Maybe he should just trip her, she's already clumsy and he won't even be suspected. He grinned behind the witch. That would serve for entertainment.

They went out and Harry let Tonks walk first. Once they were near enough from the stairs, he sent a tripping jinx to her and watched delightedly as she fell down, his trunk following behind. He ran to the banister to watch and let out a silent giggle.

"TONKS!" came the several shouts from the kitchen.

You should probably hurry downstairs to help.

Harry nodded happily, mood already cheered up. He ran down and plastered a face of concern and worry. Everyone was crowded around her already so he settled on awkwardly standing on the stairs.

"Tonks, are you alright?" This came from Lupin.

Only a groan was his answer.

"Two cracked ribs, a twisted ankle, and several bruises." declared Shacklebolt. "It was a relatively short fall but the trunk dealt more damage."

Harry looked around as he didn't notice Moody anywhere. He found him still sitting in the kitchen, magical eye spinning madly and his other normal eye staring straight at him. Harry's lip twitched before he looked away. He did notice the slight widening of Moody's eyes before they narrowed on him. Harry mentally cackled.

He heard Lupin sigh as they finished healing Tonks as much as they can.

"We can't continue with using brooms because of this." said Jones as she assisted Tonks in standing up, slinging the youngest witch's arm over her shoulder. "We'll have to risk side-along apparation."

They all looked at Moody in confirmation. Moody, however, was apparently distracted as he merely nodded and didn't do or say anything else. Harry stuck his tongue out at the grizzly ex-Auror when no one was looking at him and giggled silently, raising his wand in cheer as he glared at him.

Stop that.

Harry turned just in time to hide his right eye. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling. Tommy can sometimes be a killjoy. He giggled as a thought flashed through him. Maybe he could make that killjoy expression literal? He could think of many situations where he could use that. Like when inside the Gryffindor common room, he could randomly kill a person just because he would feel happy, or he could kill a person who felt too happy. It could apply to many situations…

"Harry, you come with me," Lupin snapped him out of his daze. Harry looked up from where he looked down when he became lost in thought.

"What about Tonks?" asked Harry, worry apparent in his voice. Lupin looked at him with a weary smile.

"She'll be fine, Harry. She's an Auror, she survived far worse injuries." said Lupin, leading him outside. "Hestia already took her to Madam Pomfrey."

Harry stared at him blankly. He knew that there was such a place like St. Mungo's and they still send her to Madam Pomfrey? Probably because they can't let anyone else know what they were doing. But then again, they could have just lied. Oh well.

Lupin misread his expression as guilt, it seems. "It wasn't your fault that Tonks fell. It was an accident. She was clumsy and she should have been careful…"

Harry nodded, laughing inside at the sheer stupidity Lupin held. Lupin was wrong. On all accounts. They were soon joined by the others who were left, Moody still staring at him all the way.

Lupin gave him another encouraging smile before he was led to a dark alley. Lupin held out a parchment and instructed him to read it.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

Once he finished reading, Lupin pocketed the parchment and asked him to hold his arm and to not let go. Harry nodded as he already knew how to apparate (Tommy taught him as soon as his accidental magic proved him to be powerful enough to apparate at a young age) and along with that is the knowledge of side-along apparation.

Harry grabbed the outstretched arm and gripped it hard, earning an approving smile from Lupin. Harry barely prepared himself before he felt like being forced into a straw and soon enough, his feet landed roughly on the ground, Lupin's arm being the only reason he didn't end up sprawled out on the floor.

"It was rather unsettling, wasn't it?" asked Lupin sheepishly, helping him find his balance again.

"Rather?" asked Harry in disbelief although he was not really affected. "That was more than rather."

Lupin just smiled apologetically. There came pops just behind them and they were joined once again by Moody, Shacklebolt, Doge, Diggle, and Vance.

"Let's get going." said Moody gruffly, leading the way.

Harry looked around and saw that they were in a different neighborhood though it looked a bit like Privet Drive, only the building looked rather old. The name Grimmauld Place suited it. They walked straight to number 12.

Before opening the door, Lupin gestured for Harry to be quiet and Harry did. He knew from Tommy about the late Walburga Black. Tommy actually knows the place so the Fidelius was rather useless. Voldemort can very much attack it at any time; he only needed to find a way to inform his Death Eaters where it is. And Harry wished that he would attack. Harry can't have free reign now that he was with the order. Unless he is with Moody… He cackled mentally.

They entered with relative ease and they went straight to what seemed like the dining room.

"Oh, Harry dear." A voice called out in a whisper. "Hermione and Ron are upstairs, you can go now."

Harry looked up to see Molly Weasley standing in front of him. He nodded, not really caring about anything but wallowing in self-pity because of the lack of his Free Reign (he had decided to call it that just now). He made his way upstairs, stopping only when he heard faint muttering.

"—Mistress would be so angry. Filthy mudbloods are contaminating her house. Oh the disgrace…"

Harry caught sight of a rather old looking House Elf, muttering to itself. He really couldn't care less, but the state of the house…

"House elf," Harry called its attention. The Elf looked at him, ready to make a derogatory comment before Harry cut him off. "Your Mistress would only be angrier if you let the house collect dust like this and if I am correct in my assumption, they are throwing out precious heirlooms from the prestigious House of Black," He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and staring at the Elf whose eyes were widening as he continued to talk. "Then, is it not easier if you tell them that you will 'purify the House of the Dark' and just do the opposite yet making it seem that you did? Or you could just hide all of the precious heirlooms inside a heavily warded room. This being the house of a Black, you may just find a room like that."

Harry stood up and dusted off his baggy trousers. He never really got off to buy new clothes but, Merlin, he didn't like shopping. He had the money but he was fine with what he has. He would rather use that money to buy several kinds of knives or torture devices. He would probably find some in the deeper parts of Knockturn Alley. Or just Gringotts. Those blood-thirsty and money-greedy creatures are rather polite if you have at least one shared trait. And he did.

He was pulled out of his musings as hands grabbed him and dragged him into a room. He didn't even panic as he felt bushy hair brush against his face and he caught sight of red. He was pretty sure who his 'captors' were.

He opened his mouth to say something but his mouth was covered by a hand. The door was shut immediately and his 'captors' sighed in relief. When a few seconds passed and he still wasn't released, Harry licked the hand covering his mouth.

As soon as Hermione felt the tongue swipe over her hand, she let go with a screech.

"Harry! That was disgusting." She furiously wiped her hand on her skirt.

Harry stuck his tongue out in disgust and coughed lightly. "Hermione, your hand tastes horrible. What did you touch?"

Ron was looking on in confusion before it dawned to him. "Ew, mate. Why did you-?"

"Shut up, Ron." said Harry, tongue still sticking out.

Suddenly, Harry was wrapped in an embrace and received a mouthful of bushy brown hair. Spiting it out was futile since if he opened his mouth, more would just enter. But he tried.

"H-Hermione, it's nice to see you too…" said Harry through a mouthful of hair. "b-but could you please let go of me?" He could hear Ron snicker in the background and he tried to send a glower at him but the hair was still covering his face.

Tommy, why can't I kill them again?

Because if you do, you'll have the Order on your hide. Now shut up and don't talk to me before that mudblood Granger of yours notices.

Aww, Tommy, you know I love you; Hermyger's only a part of the façade.

Hermione finally pulled away and he was greeted by a grinning Ronald Weasley.

"Hey mate," said Ron. "Sorry if we haven't been able to tell you anything… Dumbledore made us swear—"

Harry thought that this was the perfect opportunity to put on his Boy-Who-Lived persona.

"Dumbledore- he made you swear?!" said Harry, incensed. "Do—DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW I FELT?! WEEKS—WEEKS RONALD! WEEKS OF NO INFORMATION! VOLDEMORT COULD HAVE DESTROYED LONDON FOR ALL I KNOW!"

"H-Harry, calm down…" interjected the worried voice of Hermione. "Dumbledore said it was for your safety—"

"For my safety?" whispered Harry in anger though inside he felt like laughing in ridicule. "FOR MY SAFETY—DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW—HOW UNSAFE IT FEELS LIKE TO NOT KNOW ANYTHING?! AND YOU, HERMIONE. YOU—YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST SENT ME COPIES OF THE DAILY PROPHET! AT LEAST THEN—AT LEAST I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE WIZARDING WORLD."

"Dumbledore said—"

"IT'S ALWAYS 'DUMBLEDORE SAID'! MERLIN, 'MIONE, I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT!" Harry was pretty sure his face was red because of the shouting but thought nothing of it; it probably added to his acting.

"Harry—Harry, you should understand," Hermione reasoned, reaching out to touch him. Harry shrugged it off violently and a conflicted look entered Hermione's face. "Dumbledore made us swear—"

"TO HELL WITH DUMBLEDORE!" panted Harry. "YO—YOU SHOULD HAVE—YOU COULD HAVE—"

"HARRY!"

To their surprise, this came from Ron, whose face was as red as his hair. Harry thought it looked horrible. He also wondered how much blood would spurt out if he cut the red-head's throat—

"Harry, we're really sorry," continued Hermione as Ron effectively shut him up. "I-we, we really are, Harry. I know we could have but- but we weren't even allowed to go out—"

Harry raised his hand up to shut her up. "I- I know, sorry for blowing up on you like that. I-it's just that- being with the Dursleys with nothing to go on—" He ran a hand through his messy hair to make it more believable. Liar, thought Harry.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione engulfed him in another hug. "We're really, really sorry."

"Yeah, mate." Ron joined the hug.

Harry fought hard to not squirm away from them but his body still tensed. Hermione noticed this and pulled away, taking Ron with her. A shiver nearly broke out of Harry in repulse. He hated it when someone suddenly touched him. That was one part that he never got rid of. The Dursleys had really taken its toll in him.

It's alright, Harry…

Harry jumped up and immediately conjured a spider behind him. It crawled up him and he bent down to hide his eyes from view.

Tommy! Don't do that!

He appreciated it, really. Tommy was the only one who comforted him. No one else ever did. Oh, they do, but not for Harry, it's always for the Boy-Who-Lived. Tommy only saw him as Harry, despite him being, in extension, Voldemort. Everyone else could die for all he cared, as long as his Tommy doesn't reject him.

He heard Ron let out a muffled scream and almost laughed but he reminded himself that he shouldn't since Ron's best mate would never do that. Didn't stop him from being amused though.

Harry reached his hand out to the spider and flicked it away, only for it to land on Ron.

Ron let out a totally girly screech which, Harry was sure, could probably be heard around the house. And another screech followed this, although it came from outside. Ron started running around, swatting around his body, and not exactly hitting its target.

"GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME—"

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers—"

Harry covered his ears, along with Hermione who was actually trying to help Ron but the red-head was moving around too much. It was with great relief that they heard someone shutting up the screeches coming from outside.

"SHUT UP WOMAN!" It was followed by what sounds like curtains being shut and the screeching became muffled.

"RONALD! Stop running around!"

Harry removed the hands covering his ears and sat back to watch Ron running around in circles and Hermione chasing after him. He was busy watching in amusement, wishing that he had snacks with him, that he was startled when twin pops of apparation were heard beside him on each side.

He looked up from his sitting position to see a pair of red-headed twins blinking simultaneously at the scene before them.

"So it is—"

"—Ickle Ronniekins we heard—"

"—disturbing the completely—"

"—peaceful silence in this—"

"—gloomy house."

Harry shrugged at them. "Got snacks?"

Fred and George stared at each other, having a silent conversation before they apparated away. They were back after a few seconds, this time holding a bag. Fred—at least that's who Harry thought the twin is—handed him a bag of chips. They sat on each side of him.

"So—"

"—Harrickins—"

"—what's happened—"

"—to have our dear brother—"

"running around like that?" They finished together, gesturing to Ron and Hermione who were still at it. Harry opened the bag of chips and passed it over to the twins. They ate the chips while watching.

Harry shrugged. "I dunno." He took some chips and ate it again. "But I think it was probably the spider earlier."

The twins looked at each other again before reverting back their attention to the couple running around. Harry merely rolled his eye at the stupidity of his so called friends. If he could just maybe send a tripping jinx…? Nah, he was getting repetitive. Getting bored, he turned his attention on the twins sitting beside him.

"Gred, Forge," called Harry, gaining their attention. "How is business?"

Fred and George exchanged a mischievous glance and grinned at Harry.

"Why Harry," said George, slinging his arm over Harry's shoulder. He ignored the flinch Harry responded with. "We already have our plans. Your investment has been profitable."

"Of course," Fred continued, copying his brother. "You would have to wait since mum would have our hide if she found out. But you have your privileges as our business partner. We've been experimenting around."

Both of them leaned down and whispered to his ear. "Extendable Ears are useful for eavesdropping."

Harry looked at both of them. "Does anyone else know?"

Both twins shook their heads. "If you were to arrive later, we might have used it already."

"Well," started Harry, looking at the twins cryptically. "Don't let them know. Especially your mum, you never know when it'll come in handy."

Harry stood up, leaving the twins staring at him. Harry rolled his eyes at them before he went to Ron and Hermione. He looked for the spider and when he found it, he plucked it off where it was hanging on Ron's shoulder.

"Really, Ron," sighed Harry, and added in a low voice that the one he was talking about wasn't able to hear. "You are pathetic. Just like them."

Lupin, however, heard it when he entered the room to check on the children.

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Chapter End.

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Yeh, I was getting repetitive…

Also, there were a few parts that I just copied from the book because I just happen to have it beside me and I thought, why not? So that was the result.

I know it's lame! But I really just want to finish this!

Haven't finished it yet but... I just wanted to publish it now. Thank you for the 4 reviews people!