Micheal and I had decided we were spending our summer holiday how we always did. Spending a month in America at our parents old summer home. We did this every year even when our parents were alive. They wanted us to experience magical cultures from different parts of the world. While I studied away with American wizards, Micheal was tracking down his birth family. Apparently an aunt or cousin was still alive and lived here. And they had a child who went to Ivermory. So while he got to explore America for the country it is to look for his family. I had to study. So when he decided he would like to stay for another week I immediately wrote to Ron and Hermione to ask if I could stay. I would of asked Harry but no. I've heard about his family and they seem to suck. Hermione said I could come but I would have to fly over on a muggle plan which was a no.

 While Ron said his mother was more then happy to let me stay over and I could use the Floo Network. So I gladly joined them. When I first came over the boys were all cluttered around the fireplace. My trunk and I appearing at once. 

"Hello!" I say causing Ron to jump. 

"You scared the bloody hell out of me," Ron says placing a hand where his heart is.

"Sorry," I say. I hug him.

"Oi what about us?" George asks.

"I didn't forget about you," I say hugging them both, "I missed you guys so much. And America is soooooo boring." I step out of the fireplace into the house. It was wonderful. While I might have a big fancy mansion. Mine was cold and looked untouched. While their house was amazing. It looked magical all around. Smelling like food, and pictures of kids, It was a nice happy family home.

"Its not much," Ron says slightly embarrassed. 

"But its our home," Fred says for him.

"No I love it," I say, "its actually amazing!" 

 "Is this her?!" A red headed older woman asks as she joins us. She pulls me into a hug and I smile.

"Yeah mum thats her," George says.

"Now don't strangle her," Fred says.

"Oh nonsense," She says letting go of me. "Its nice to meet you Y/n darling."

"You two Mrs. Weasley," I say.

"Oh dear call me Molly."

********

So here we are now. Me a week into staying when the twins Fred and George pulled Ron and I into their room.  

"What do you want?" I ask them.

"Well we, and along with Ron, have found a way to help our mate Harry Potter,"  Fred says.

"It involves mind rule breaking, and plenty of fun," George says.

"I'm intrigued," I say.

"Our dad has a muggle car," Fred says, "and we're gonna steal it."

"Steal it?!" I ask.

"Hush!" George exclaims 

"They're being ruthless," Ron says, "we haven't heard from Harry all summer."

"But stealing a car is that really necessary," I say.

"Yes," Fred says, "and you're going to help us."

"But-" I say.

"No buts you're helping," George says.

"And why should I?" I ask.

"Because you want to help Harry," Ron says.

"Fine," I say. 

"Great because we are leaving in five mintues," Fred says.

"Five mintues?!" I exclaim.

"Everyone is pretty much asleep so its the best time," Ron says.

"Plus it will take a bit to get there," George says, "so we have to leave soon to get here by morning."

"Fine," I say, "I'll meet you in the garden in five mintues."

"Great," Ron says. I walk out of the room and to Ginny's where I had been staying. I was in pajamas and I wasn't leaving in these. I switch into my stereotypical muggle wear. A pair of jeans and a black jumper then I pull on a pair of black sneakers. I walk outside the room to see Fred standing there waiting for me. I had gotten pretty good at telling them apart. Hardly ever mixed them up anymore.

"Come on doll," Fred says.

"I told you that if you want to live you shouldn't call me that," I say to him. 

"I like it," He says, "it suites you."

"Creep," I say as I walk down the stairs with out him. Once at the bottom I see Ron. He waves me over to the door and we both walk out. I see the car and George sitting on the hood. "Who's driving?" I ask.

"Not you," Ron says, "you'll kill us."

"Only if I want to," I say.

"I am," George says*. 

(* To be fair I don't know which on actually was driving so play along.)

"And you don't think he will kill us?" I ask as I climb into the back seat. Ron and George climb into the front. 

"For Merlin's sake Fred," George says as we wait for his twin. Soon Fred is running out the door and he jumps in the back with me.

"Jeez Fred," Ron says, "were already short on time."

"Oh shove it," Fred says. George starts the car and we fly up. The boys start talking about quidditch and school. While I was dozing off. Fred noticed this and wrapped his arm around me. Letting me lay on his chest. I hear him chuckle but I don't care. I was tired and I wanted to sleep.

*****

"Y/n," Fred says shaking, "we're almost there get ready." I rub my eyes and sit up and yawn.

"See how boring you guys are," I say, "you put me to sleep." George chuckles as he pulls up to Harry's window.

"Hiya, Harry," Ron says.

"Ron.  Y/n. Fred. George. What are you all doing here?" Harry asks.

"Rescuing you, of course," Ron says, "Now, come on, get your trunk." I hand Ron the rope and he hooks it to Harry's window.

"You better stand back," I warn.

"Let's go," Ron says to George. He turns the Car and drives forward quickly ripping the bars off the window with a loud crash. We back up and Harry quickly shoves his chest into the trunk and slams it. 

"Go. Go. Go," I say. George moves to where Fred and I can pull in Harry.

"- Come on," Ron yells grabbing Hedwig.

"- Come on, Harry, hurry up," George yells.

"- I've got you, Harry," I say clutching his hand. Fred had the other on and we pull him.

"-Come here!" The fat old man yells.

"-Let go of me!" Harry says.

"-No, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere," He says. All but Harry's leg was in now.

 "-Get off!" Harry yells.

"- Drive!" I scream.

"-Right," George yells. He drives forward pulling the old man out of the house and on to the ground. Harry slams the door closed and I scoot over allowing him some room. Although this made me close to Fred.

"Hello Harry!" I say side hugging him.

"How are you here?" He asks.

"For the last week of the vacation I stayed over at Ron's with his little sister Ginny. She's a sweet hart," I say, "then these lunatics roped me into doing this."

"You agreed!" Ron says.

"Yeah to help Harry," I say, "honestly."

"By the way, Harry, happy birthday," Ron says.

"Oh yeah Happy Birthday Harry!" I exclaim.

******

  "Y/n honestly drooling over me?" I hear Fred say. I sit up and wipe my face to see I had in fact been drooling. 

"Oh sorry," I say my cheeks turning red. 

"Leave the girl alone Fred," Ron says, "we're here."

"Great," I say. I get out of the car and follow as George leads us into the house.

"Come on," He whispers. I follow behind him closely, "Okay, come on. Okay, come on."

"-Think it'd be all right if we had some?" Ron asks as he passes a dish on the counter.

"Yeah, Mum will never know," Fred says taking some. Harry looks around in awe of everything.

"It's not much, but it's home," Ron says.

"I think it's brilliant," Harry says.

"Where have you been?!" Molly yells as she appears in front of us. I duck back behind Fred in fear.

"Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear," She says, "Beds empty. No note. Car gone. You could have died!  You could have been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear."

"They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window," Ron says.

"Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!" Molly says. I look up at Fred who was a good bit taller then me then over at George.

"Lets make a run for it," I whisper.

"No use," George says.

"She'll find us," Fred finishes.

"Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast," Molly says leading us all to the table. "Here we are, Harry. Now, tuck in. That's it. There we go." Loud footsteps come down the staircase until the young Ginny Weasley was visible.

"- Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" Ginny asks.

"-Yes, dear, it was on the cat," Molly says. Ginny turns to the table to see us and Harry.

"Hello," Harry says. Her eyes go wide and she runs back up the steps, "What did I do?" Oh so naive.

"Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying, really," Ron says.

"Just like young Y/n hear drooling over the sight of me," Fred teases. I smack his arm.

"Oh shut up!" I say, "I was asleep. Not drooling over you."

"Sure," George says teaming up against me.

"Oh come on!" I say.

"-Morning, Weasleys," Mr. Weasley says as he walks in.

"Morning, Dad," The kids rang out and I just wave.

"-What a night. Nine raids. Nine!" He says.

"Raids?" Harry asks.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating," Ron says. Mr. Weasley sits down at the head of the table and looks at Harry.

"Well, now. And who are you?" He asks.

"Sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter," Harry says. Cue the 'oh Harry the great' amazement speeches.

"Good Lord. Are you really? Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?" Mr. Weasley asks.

"This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night," Molly says.

"Did you really? How did it go?" Mr. Weasley asks. Molly hits his shoulder, "I mean... That was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

"Well, that'll be Errol with the post," Molly says, "Fetch it, will you, Percy, please?" The owl slams agaisnt the glass window.

"Errol. He's always doing that," Ron whines.

"Look, it's our Hogwarts letters. They've sent us Harry's and Y/n's as well," Percy says.

"Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man," Mr. Weasley says.

"No," 

"This lot won't come cheap," George says.

"The spell books alone are expensive," Fred finishes.

"We'll manage," Molly says.

"There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley," Molly says.