Disclaimer : I own nothing; it all belongs to J.K.Rowling.
I’m just borrowing the characters to play with for a while. This is for
pleasure only, no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement
Harry awoke feeling slightly dazed and
confused. His head pounded, and he groggily tried to piece together
what had happened during the night. Rubbing his temple, he tried to
remember why he felt so lethargic. He’d had a dream…Voldemort was
planning something with Bellatrix. The details were fuzzy, and he
seemed to lose them as soon as he was close enough to remember. There
was something important there…something just on the tip of his
consciousness, but try as he might, he couldn’t grasp it. The dream had
morphed into one of his standard nightmares, and that’s when Uncle
Vernon had arrived.
Harry rubbed his hand tenderly along his
throat; the Silencing Charm on his door must have finally worn off. He
was going to have to get Bill to put a new one on before this happened
again. Bill! He had to get over to Mrs. Figg’s before Bill came over to
the Dursleys’. That way, he could stall Dobby from telling Bill
anything about what had happened. A little more time and distance might
help diffuse the situation.
He put on his glasses and crept
to the bathroom as silently as he could. There were no sounds of
stirring, and he hoped to be done with his shower and out the door
before any of the Dursleys awoke.
Staring at himself in the
bathroom mirror, he could see the vivid bruises in the shape of Uncle
Vernon’s hand around his throat. He’d have to make certain his T-shirt
covered that. Great .
Harry sighed as he stepped into
the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water spraying over him. He
stood there for a while, easing the tension in his muscles. He probably
should let Professor Dumbledore know about his dream, but he felt
foolish writing just to say he’d had one, when he couldn’t remember any
of the details. He thought perhaps he’d just tell Bill about it and see
what he thought.
Getting out of the shower before he woke
Uncle Vernon and got shouted at for using too much water, he put his
new clothes back on and headed out the door. It was already fairly
sticky outside, and he found himself wishing he’d kept a pair of shorts
with him, as well. As he crossed over to Wysteria Walk, he again had
the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching him. Looking around
apprehensively, he clutched his wand in his hand and hurried his pace.
he arrived at Mrs. Figg’s, the front door was open, and he could hear
voices through the screen. Recognizing the voice as one of the twins,
he called inside. “Hello.”
Bill came around the corner and swung the door open wide. “Harry, good morning. You’re up bright and early today.”
thought maybe we could work over here for a change,” he said, watching
as Fred and George both entered the room from the kitchen.
“Harry, mate, smashing good to see you,” Fred said.
“Hello, old boy. How goes the battle?” asked George.
Harry looked at the two of them warily. “What’s going on, and what don’t you want me to know about?” he asked.
“Harry, you make me feel like you don’t trust us,” Fred said, holding his hands to his heart.
Harry arched his eyebrow and glared at the three brothers.
right, all right. It’s nothing, really,” Bill said. “Dumbledore has
everyone on heightened alert. Snape says there is something afoot, but
they haven’t included him in any of the planning. As far as he knows,
Voldemort is still not at full strength, so whatever this is, more than
likely it’s only the Death Eaters who are involved.”
stilled, thinking a moment. Something from his dream tickled his
awareness yet again, but he couldn’t get the memory to form. Shaking
his head, he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Everything all right on Privet Drive, Harry?” Bill asked quickly. He’d become far too adept at reading Harry’s moods.
Harry replied, looking up into his eyes and having an internal debate
on how much to tell. “Only, I had a dream last night…well, it started
as a vision.”
The smiles slipped from both Fred and George’s faces. “What happened?” Bill asked, leaning in slightly.
don’t know,” Harry burst out. “I can’t remember any of the details;
I’ve tried. He was talking with Bellatrix Lestrange; they were plotting
something…but that’s all I can remember.”
Bill sighed, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Are you certain there isn’t anything else? Try and concentrate.”
have been concentrating,” Harry shouted. “I’ve tried all morning to
remember, but I can’t. It was very brief and then transformed into a
regular nightmare. If it were something urgent, I would have sent
Hedwig to Dumbledore.”
Bill put his hands up in a defensive
posture. “Okay, okay. Sorry, Harry, I know you would. It just doesn’t
give us anything more to go on, and it’s frustrating.”
Harry took a deep, calming breath. “Sorry for shouting,” he mumbled. “I’m frustrated, too.”
of nightmares, Fred and George brought this from Remus,” Bill said,
holding up a phial of what Harry assumed was a Dreamless Sleep Potion.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Harry took the phial and shoved it in his pocket, averting his eyes from Bill’s probing gaze.
“Come on, Bill,” George said. “You know Harry better than that. The only thing he ever says about himself is that he’s fine.”
Fred said. “I bet he could be bleeding all over the floor and not want
to put anyone through the trouble of having to wipe it up.”
desperately wanted to steer the conversation in another direction. “You
said Professor Dumbledore has everyone on alert. What does that mean?”
“Means a lot of extra shifts and double guards on you,” Fred answered.
“Why is he wasting people on me? I’m not going anywhere, and this is supposedly safe for me,” Harry demanded angrily.
mate, you’ll have to ask Dumbledore that. We’re just doing what we’re
told – for the first time in our lives, I might add. It just happens to
have the added benefit of playing some pranks on you,” George said,
grinning. “What about that load of a cousin of yours? Any chance we’ll
be seeing him today?”
Harry smiled reluctantly. “I don’t think so. Dudley hasn’t been so bad this year; we’ve even had a conversation.”
“No,” Fred said, looking aghast. “What is the world coming to?”
“Well, that puts a damper on our plans,” said George, looking sadly at his sack of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes.
right, you lot,” Bill said. “I need to get to work; I’ll join you for
lunch.” He turned and headed back upstairs to the room where he was
“So,” George said, removing several cats before he
could sit on an overstuffed couch. “You know, Harry, when you started
dating Ginny last term, you really put a crimp in our style.”
“How do you mean?” Harry asked, staring back and forth between the two of them in confusion.
we’d been testing a lot of our products on that Corner bloke she’d been
dating when we were still at Hogwarts,” Fred said, lowering his voice
“Er…Harry…this is just between us blokes,
right?” George asked, his expression slightly concerned. Fred, too,
knitted his brow in concern.
“You were testing this stuff on
Corner, and Ginny didn’t catch you?” Harry asked, finding that hard to
believe. Ginny always managed to keep one step ahead of him .
well…she did catch us once, but I think she was mad at him at the time
so she let it go,” George said. “Anyway, we thought we could always use
her boyfriends as unofficial guinea pigs, kind of an initiation by
fire, to show them what they were in for. But when she started dating
you, we couldn’t really do that, could we? It would be like pranking
one of our own, never mind our chief investor.”
grinned, their words filling his heart with warmth. Hearing them say he
was like one of their own pleased him more than they would ever know.
“You can still try and prank me if you want, but now that I know what
you’re up to, I’ll tell Ginny on you.”
“What’s this? Famous Harry Potter hiding behind his girlfriend’s skirt?” Fred asked in mock horror.
“Yep. Have you seen what her Bat Bogey looks like?” Harry replied smugly.
Fred and George gulped audibly and nodded, wearing solemn expressions
that looked out of place on their usually jovial faces.
three spent an enjoyable day together and after lunch even got Bill to
join them in the playpark. They again brought the football along and
commenced an impromptu match. Harry was tired but happy as he trudged
along back to th