"Hermione will be in tonight," Ginny says as I braid the red stands of her hair. Sister bonding something that neither of us got to enjoy. I never realized how much I wish I had a sister or well honestly still had Micheal. Being an only child now was weird. And I've been pretty messed up since the whole dementor thing. But being with the Weasleys really helped. Plus spending time with Draco.

   "Really?" I ask excitedly. I missed Hermione. And unlike the others I stayed at the burrow all summer. This actually being because Molly was my godmother. And she became my guardian completely when Micheal died. The alternative to being here was being at the empty Cultven manor. I hadn't been since Micheal died. And I didn't trust myself going alone. Plus I loved the Weasley's they were always like a second family to me. 

  "Yeah," Ginny says, "and Harry might be coming tomorrow." She was blushing. As much as she didn't want to admit it. We all could see that she was so into Harry. Well except Harry and Ron. Since they are ridiculously oblivious.  

"Fantastic," I say, "that means Ron can stop trying to pull me into some stupid plan to kidnap Harry."

"Finally," She chuckles. 

"Y/n!" I hear two voices yell as they near us. After a couple seconds identical figures burst into the room. The twins hung over us. Their evil grins stretching from ear to ear.

"Ginny we need to borrow her," Fred says as he steps forward from his twin. 

"Is she okay with that?" Ginny asks. I finsh her hair as she moves to sit on the bed with me.

"Yeah," I say looking over at her, "I'm fine with it."  The twins share a look then Fred approaches me smirking. He scopes me up in his arms and throws me over his shoulders. "Fred!" I squeal loudly. 

"Stop fussing and lets go," George says.

"You heard him," Fred says as he carries me out of the room. My squeals and cries for help filling the house. There are 9 other people in this damn house and not a single person can help me!

"BOys!" I exclaim while they just laugh at me. Once we reach Ron's bedroom and get inside Fred finally places me down on the bed. They sit across from me on one of the three new beds in the room. The twins had been moved in here with Ron because of the fact Bill and Charlie had decided to stay at the burrow for the World Cup. "What was that for?!" I yell.

"We have a plan," George says, "and we need your help for it."

"And if you refuse we'll tell Draco you and I have been snogging all summer." Fred threatens.

"That never happened!" I exclaim. They share another look and Fred moves closer to me.

"But he'll believe it," Fred says.

"Your fault for dating a prideful bastard," George adds.

"He's not that bad!" I say trying to defend Draco. They both just laugh.

"Oh he is," George says. "and he'll flip if we say anything."

"Whatever," I groan, "I'll help. But not because you're attempting to bribe me."

"Good," Fred says, "now we are planning to slip Harry's fat cousin one of our candies. Something that'll spook him."

"Spook him?" I ask not completely convinced.

"Lightly scar him," George corrects.

"Oh then I'm in," I say, "I heard he's an asshole anyways."

"Good," George says. Fred hops onto the bed with me and smirks.

"You know we can actually snog if you want," Fred adds. I shove him back and he chuckles.

"Maybe," I tease. He nods.

"Wasn't a no," he says.

"Wasn't a yes," I inform him. 

"Freddie here is just too dumb to realize you aren't into him," George teases, "just into Dragon boy."

"Don't call him that you git," I say.

******

 "Come on kids!" I hear Mr. Weasley yell from down stairs, "we have to get Harry quickly!" I hop up from Ginny's desk and tie the letter to Draco around Lunar's foot.

"To Draco," I tell her, "Draco. Okay Lunar?" I open the window and she flies out quickly. Bored of being in the house all day. I walk out of the room to head downstairs. But a certian redhead was blocking the stairs. "Fred?"

"Yeah," He says standing still.

"Are you going to go down the stairs?" I ask. Without bothering to turn around he chuckles.

"Nope," He says.

"Fred come on move," I beg.

"Nah," He says.

"Please," I beg. 

"No," He says now holding onto the railings so I couldn't move him.

"Fine," I say. I grab one of the boys' abandoned school chests and move it to the side of him. I climb on top of it them jump onto his back.

"Bloody hell!" He screams in surprise. I wrap my arms around his neck so I don't fall. Then my legs around his waist.

"Should have moved," I say, "now carry me Weasley." He huffs and adjusts me to make it easier for him to carry me. He carries me down the steps causing laughs as we enter the group. "I win," I say to Ginny as Fred stops in front of her, "I've played all of my cards right."

"Not if I drop you," He teases.

"You will do no such thing," I say, "or so help me I will end you Fred Weasley." He pretends to drop me. And I tighten my grip on him. "Fred!" I squeal loudly.

"Not winning now are you?" He asks.

"Is that how you're traveling?" George asks.

"I wouldn't put it past her," Ron sneers. I flip him off and look over at George. 

"Its an expert means of traveling," I say, "and Can I?" Fred turns to his dad who was chuckling at us.

"Can she?" Fred asks.

"I suppose she can," Mr. Weasley says, "but I would say she probably shouldn't."

"Lame," I say as I slid off of Fred's back and hit the ground. Automatically shrinking a foot. I fold my arms over my chest and huff. "Damn now I'm short again."

"Even shorter than Ron," George says to piss off his younger brother.

"She always was!" He says defensively, I scoff and hit his arm.

"Liar!" I yell. Molly looks over at us and sighs.

"Y/n I thought you were better than them," Molly says.

"I am," I tell her, "I swear."

"You're one of us," Fred says to my, "no better than us." I nod. I wasn't. I constantly helped the twins out with reckless pranks and products. Helped them kidnap Harry. And now I was helping them sneak candy to Dudley. I was just as bad as them. 

  "Alright let's go," Mr. Weasley says. He lines us children up then steps inside the fire place. "4 Pivet Drive." He puffs away and I shove Fred up. He goes then George. I step and and look over at Ron who was stuffing his face on some food his mother had out.

"Such a pig," I groan, "4 Pivet Drive!" I disappear in the green flames. Only to reappear in darkness.

 "Ow Y/n!" George yells.

"Sorry," I mumble moving away from him. Immediately bumping into a tall slim figure.

"Maybe Harry can hear us dad- maybe he'll be able to let us out," Fred says from behind me. We all start to pound on the wall in attempt to bring attention to us.

"Harry can you hear us?!" Mr. Weasley asks.

"Whats going on?" An angry voice yells. 

"They- they've tried to get here by floo powder," Harry says, "they can travel by fire. Only you've blocked the fire place. Mr. Weasley can you hear me?"

 "Harry get us out of here please!" I scream as elbows hit my side. There was barely any room to move. It was barely enough to just stand there actually. 

  "Shh Children!" Mr. Weasley says hushing us. 

"Mr. Weasley its Harry... the fire place has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through," Harry tells us.

 "Well thats lame," I huff.

"Damn!" Mr. Weasley says, "What on earth did they do that for?" I feel an elbow hit my rib cage and I hiss in pain.

"Ow Fred thats my rib cage!" I exclaim.

"Well thats my foot!" George yells. I move my foot off of his and sigh.

"They've got an electric fire," Harry says.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley asks, "Eclectric? You say with a plug? I must see that." I feel someone land on my foot and I wince.

"Ow Ron," I whine.

"Sorry," He mumbles, "what are we doing here? Did something go wrong?"

"Oh no Ron," Fred says sarcastically, "No this is exactly where we wanted to end up."

"Yeah we are having the time of our lives here," George says.

"I would spend the rest of my life right here if I could," I mock. 

"Stop bickering," Mr. Weasley demands, "now what to do?... Yes.... It's the only way... Stand back Harry." Mr. Weasley pulls out his wand and clears his throat. 

"What exactly are you doing?!" An angry voice asks. But it was useless. A loud bang rang through the room. Blowing up the wall separating the two groups following by us tumbling out. Now I could see his family. An old fat man with a dumb mustache, and an older woman who looked like she had just caught a whift of something bad. "Er- um sorry," Mr Weasley says, "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out the other end."

  "Sorry about that," I say as I bow. I stand back up and grab the one of each twins hands and pull them away from the rubble. 

  "I had your fire place connected to the floo network, you see- just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected. Strictly speaking, but I've got a useful contact at the Floo regulation panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right back in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the kids back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I disappear." Awkward tension settles as the muggles stare into our souls, until Mr. Weasley looks to Harry. "Hello Harry." 

"Harry!" I say as I run up to him pulling him into a hug. His family glaring daggers into me and Harry. Probably thinking I'm a hoe. "Hello!"

"Hey Y/n," He says hugging me back. I pull away and rejoin the twins.

"Got your trunk ready?" Mr. Weasley asks him.

"It's upstairs," Harry says.

"We'll get it," Fred says.

"Come on Y/n!" George says as he pulls me up the stairs with them. The twins looking around every corner for Dudley. All I've heard about him is that he's an ass. As e get to Harry's room I fall behind the twins. Watching from behind as they grab Harry's stuff.

"Come on princess Cultven," Fred teases, "help us with the trunk."

"You two are big strong guys," I tell them, "I think you can handle a school chest." George's eyes flash towards me with a smirk. 

"You think were 'big strong guys'?" He asks.

"Whatever gets you two to move that chest with out me," I admit with a shrug. They both grabbed and end and headed down the stairs rejoining everyone. Although once reaching the living room we could see a fat kid now clutching his bum in fear. That must be Dudley. The boys and I share and evil grin. And Fred hands off the chest to George.  

  "Alright better get cracking then," Mr. Weasley says, "Fred you go first." 

"Coming," Fred says. He walks towards the fireplace and trips himself and spills the brightly covered toffees all over the floor. "Oh no," Fred says, he collects the majority but leaves a few behind. He waved politely to the Durseley's  and hopped inside the fireplace. "The Burrow!" He says then winks at George and I before he disappears into the flames. 

  "Right then George," Mr. Weasley says, "you and the trunk." Harry helps George move the trunk into the fireplace.

  "The Burrow!" He yells as he disappears.

"See you," Ron says to the Durseleys as I motion him forwards. The Dursleys' weren't really having it with us. They quite honestly looked scared. And stupid Dudley hadn't got a candy yet. "The Burrow."

"Come on now Y/n," Mr. Weasley says as I spot one of the purple toffees. I kick it slyly towards Dudley.

 "If I must," I say stepping inside, "Goodbye. Dursleys. Have a nice night." The lady scoffs as I walk into the fireplace. Oh man I hope that stupid pig finds the toffee or else I'm going to commit murder. "The Burrow." As I disappears from the green flames to the family sight of the Burrow. Joining the boys.

"So?" The twins ask immediately.

"Your dad made me leave before anything happened," I say, "on top of that I don't even know if he saw it. You didn't drop it close enough to him. So I had to kick it to him."

 "Good work," George say high-fiving me.

"He didn't even look interested in it," I huff.

"Stupid oaf," Fred says.

"I know!" I exclaim. I plop down on the couch in frustration. But as the green flashes again I jump up and see Harry.

"Did he eat it?" Fred asks excitedly. I help Harry up and he nods. 

"Yeah," He says, "what was it?"

"Ton- tongue toffee,"  Fred says brightly, :George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer." We all erupted into laughter as I leave to go to the other Weasley.

"Bill!" I scream, "Charlie! It worked!"

"It didn't," Bill says.

"5 galleons," Charlie says. Bill scoffs and hands over the gold coins.

"Ha," I chuckle.

"How ya doing Harry?" Charlie asks the boy was joining us. He shakes Harry's hand and sigh. 

"That wasn't funny Fred!" Mr. Weasley yells as he joins us. He was fuming. His face bright red. "What on earth did you give that muggle boy!" I gulp. This is it. Our time has come. Its been a nice 14 years.