After my little meet up with the twins I must say that we grew closer together.

After they told me what they were trying to create we went to play Quidditch with Harry, Ron and Ginny.

¨Alright how about the teams be me, Ginny, and Harry, and then Fred, Jane and Ron" announced George.

"Alright Phillips you better not make us lose" Fred told me seriously.

"Yea I can't deal with Ginny's mockery anymore" Ron added on.

So I guess the Weasley's took Quidditch pretty seriously considering almost all of them were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of losing in front of you lot" I reassured them.

"Or maybe just in front of Fred" said Harry beside me.

"Oh come on now! Ginny got to you too then" I said with red cheeks. Why the fuck am I blushing again. I blend in with my hair every damn anyway.

"All I told Harry was the pure truth"

"Of what how I'll kill you in your sleep. Because remember my dear Ginny, I am handy with my wand" I retorted.

"And what kind of wand would that be, Phillips" Fred asked smirking.

"The one that isn't on your mind you perverted, hormonal prat" I said matter-of factly.

"Alright before you two love birds get to anything else, let's start this" said George.

~Time Skip~

After we finished our little game of Quidditch Mrs. Weasley had made dinner already.

"You know Phillips, you're not half bad" George told me.

"Have you played Quidditch before?" Fred asked.

"Only in my backyard with Nymphadora, although I have watched a couple games" I answered.

"Maybe you should try out for the team"

"Probably not, I'll be really busy. And it depends in which house I get sorted into." I told them.

"You have to be in Gryffindor, all of us here are in it" Ron informed me.

"Oh, Fred will be the happiest man on earth of you do get into Gryffindor." Ginny added smirking. "And before any of you go off on me, Jane you Hermione and I need to get ready." I sighed, nothing was going to get past this girl.

"Fine what do you want to know?" I asked Ginny once we in her bathroom.

"Just why you are such a stubborn person and why you don't why want to admit that you fancy Fred." said Hermione.

"First of all I am a generally stubborn person, so you better get used to it. And how do you know I fancy Fred and not George? I mean they are always together anyway." I replied.

"Well do you fancy George then" Ginny pushed.

"No..." I replied defeated. " I may have developed small feelings for you brother, but let me assure you they they will be gone before you know it."

"YES! I KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING!"

"Knew what-" George asked.

"-And which brother are we talking about that you have developed 'small' feelings for now?" Fred asked interested.

"I guess it's for you to find out, and why so interested now?" I asked trying to cover up my lie.

"Of course Fred's interested, he needs to know everything about you Jane" Ron said while passing.

"Huh, never would have pinpointed your brother for control freak" I said amused.

"I'm not a-"

"And for one that blushes as hard as he is now" I finished.

"You know I will find who this so called 'brother' who we are talking about" Fred informed me with a little red in his cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sure you will" Ginny murmured under her breath.

"Oi, shut it"

"I will once you leave"

"Fine"

"Bye"

"Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me dear sister"

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BROTHER, AND ARE ANNOYING AS HELL" Ginny blasted out. "AND I'M ON MY PERIOD".

Fred and George looked at each other in fear and nodded.

"Will do dear sister" said George.

"See you lovely ladies later" Fred added.

"Leave, before I really let my emotions go" Ginny told them murderously.

"Yep, got it" they said as they turned their backs.

"And I wonder how I even deal with all of them" Ginny said exasperated.

"I can't even deal with Ron at times" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Yea. And you need to deal with all of them" I added.

"Here why don't we go to dinner?" Hermione asked as Ron and Harry were passing.

"Yeah, all right," said Ron.

The five of them went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered.

"We're eating out in the garden," she said when they came in. "There's just not room for eleven people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two," she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.

"Oh for heaven's sake," she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes.

"Those two!" she burst out savagely, now pulling pots and pans out of a cupboard, and I knew she meant Fred and George, because of their little candy incident from before.

"I don't know what's going to happen to them, I really don't. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can. . . ." Mrs. Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred.

"It's not as though they haven't got brains," she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wand, "but they're wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, they'll be in real trouble. I've had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way they're going, they'll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office."

Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open. Harry and Ron both jumped out of the way as several knives soared out of it, flew across the kitchen, and began chopping the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by the dustpan.

"I don't know where we went wrong with them," said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. "It's been the same for years, one thing after another, and they won't listen to — OH NOT AGAIN!"

She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse.

"One of their fake wands again!" she shouted. "How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around?"

She grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking. "C'mon," Ron said hurriedly to Harry and me, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, "let's go and help Bill and Charlie."

They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard. A very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other's out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety. Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor.

"Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed.

"Sorry, Perce," said Bill, grinning. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"

"Very badly," said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut.

Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.

At seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione and Jane were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky.

At the far end of the table, Percy was telling his father all about his report on cauldron bottoms. "I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday," Percy was saying pompously. "That's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, it's extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman —"

"I like Ludo," said Mr. Weasley mildly. "He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble — a lawnmower with unnatural powers — I smoothed the whole thing over."

"Oh Bagman's likable enough, of course," said Percy dismissively, "but how he ever got to be Head of Department . . . when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"

"Yes, I was asking Ludo about that," said Mr. Weasley, frowning. "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now — though I must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried. . . ."

"Oh Bertha's hopeless, all right," said Percy. "I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worth . . . but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her — but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However" — Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine — "we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup."

Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. "You know the one I'm talking about, Father." He raised his voice slightly. "The top-secret one."

Ron rolled his eyes and muttered to Harry and Hermione, "He's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons."

"Do you know what they are talking about Jane?" Hermione asked.

"I heard some Ministry officials talking about something that will be going on in Hogwarts but I'm not sure what" I answered truthfully.

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition.

". . . with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?"

"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," said Bill patiently.

"And your hair's getting silly, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly. "I wish you'd let me give it a trim. . . ."

"I like it," said Ginny, who was sitting beside Bill. "You're so old fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's. . . ."

Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup. "It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potatos. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."

"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Fred.

"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly. "I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."

"What happened?" said Harry eagerly.

"Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten," said Charlie gloomily. "Shocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg."

Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, and by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle.

Everyone was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as we watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by Crookshanks.

Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of his family were all busy talking, then he said very quietly to Harry,

"So — have you heard from Sirius lately?" he asked unaware that I was beside Hermione listening, while swirling my spoon in my ice cream.

I hesitated "Padfoot, you mean"

The trio looked horror struck. "Close your mouths you look fish grasping for air." I joked. " But anyway I know who Sirius Black is, that he is your godfather Harry, that he is innocent and that you have been contacting him," I informed.

"Wait, how do you know all of this" Harry asked me.

"I need to know things like these, and I work with Albus sometimes," I replied, "And we keep tabs on him because he my... um... never mind" I ended with a smile.

"So you know everything" Harry said smiling.

Then Harry and Ron continued their conversation while Hermione raised her eyebrows at me for a moment before we both turned to Harry and Ron.

"He might write back while I'm here." Harry looked as though he was going to say something else, but thought better of it.

"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you — you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, Hermione, and Jane if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."

"Wow — hope it does this time!" said Harry enthusiastically.

"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."

"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.

"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"

"It was," Fred whispered to Harry and Jane as they got up from the table. "We sent it."

"Jane dear would it be alright if you squeeze in with Fred and George for tonight, I think Ginny's room is too packed," Mrs. Weasley asked me as I entered the Burrow. "You seem to be getting along with them just fine, I don't really think that Hermione would fancy switching."
"Oh sure thing let be just grab my things" I replied with a smile.
"Thanks dear."

Hey people,

You have no idea of how sorry I am for not updating, school will end in less than two weeks so I've been having a lot of work and studying for my finals. But when summer comes I will for sure update and edit a LOT more.

Thank you so much for reading my story,

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x Jana