Disclaimer: I do NOT own these very realistic characters of J.K.R.'s creation. Although I wish I did.
Harry clambered out of the Night Bus, feeling rather dizzy.With a loud bang the bus disapeared and he was left standing alone in front of the Burrow.
It looked different somehow, but Harry just couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was. He would have to ask Ron later he thought, as he crossed the space between himself and the Burrow and knocked on the door.
Movement could be heard throughout the kitchen. Then an oddly familar voice called "Who iz it?"
"Harry Potter." he replied; he had completly forgotten that Fluer was still there.
"How do I know it iz not ze eville Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters, hmm?"
"Because I saved your sister 3 years ago on the second level of the Triwizard Tournament, your getting married to Bill Weasley in one week, and that you work at Gringotts with your beloved fiance'. Is that good enough?"
"Yes, yes! Come in! Come in! I am so happy to zee you!"
Harry entered the kitchen after Fleur had half choked him with a hug, only to be choked once more by another hug, this time from Mrs. Weasley. It felt so good to be home.
"Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are all upstairs in Ron's room waiting for you. Better go see them before they have a heart attack. I think Ron has been up all night waiting. I found three coffee mugs in his room this morning, and he usually doesn't drink that much."
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. And it's good to be home."
Mrs. Weasley beamed at Harry as he ascended the stairs to the very top. He could hear Hermione fussing at Ron as he stood outside the door to Ron's room, listening.
"How many cups did you drink, exactly?"
" About 5 or 6, why?"
"Because you're running around the room like a little 4 year old who's had too much candy!Calm down this instant, Ronald!"
"No! I feel good."
"I'll give you 5 seconds to calm down before I come in, okay?" said Harry.
"Harry! You're here!"
"Yes, but you better calm down or I'm not coming in. You ready?"
Harry opened the door and burst out laughing. Ron was sitting on the bed fidgeting, trying to control himself. Hermione was half hidden by Ron's closet door, and Ginny was standing on the dresser.
Ron's bedroom floor was messy as usual, but it looked like a tornado had taken the usual mess and torn it to pieces.Harry knew Ron couldn't hold in too much caffeine, so wasn't surprised that he had become hyper active after 5 cups of coffee. He may have been a 17 year old but right now he was acting like a 4 year old. Ron's eyes were wide opened and blood shot, so obviously the combination of caffeine and no sleep didn't work too well.
"I want you to go to bed and we'll talk later. Okay?"
"No 'buts'. Go to bed."
Ron lay back and in 5 seconds flat he was sound asleep; snoring his head off.
"I think we might want to get out while we have a chance."
"Good idea, Hermione. Let's go." Ginny added.
As Ginny walked through the door, she glanced up at Harry. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. They seemed to be asking Harry ' Why did you do this to me? I thought you loved me. I think you still do, even if you don't realize it yet.' What her eyes told him was the truth. He still loved her. But he couldn't be with her. He was not going to let Voldemort get her, like he had
everyone else. She was to special for him to lose. Harry walked out last, closing the door silently behind them. Surprisingly, Hermione walked straight to Fred and George's bedroom.
"Why are we going in there?" Harry asked.
"To get something." Hermione answered.
She opened the door and found Fred and George leaning over their bed,
feeding their new breed of pygmy puffs.
" Hey Fred, George. How's business?" Harry asked.
" You know. The usual. We've been expecting you." Fred answered.
" Hasn't everyone?" Harry replied.
"What do they do?" Harry wondered out loud.
"They blow fire when they get mad, agitated, grumpy, or in a bad mood, they can change colours at will, and this little buddy right here," Fred pointed to a dark purple pygmy puff, "can become mutant. He grows fangs and changes from his original colour to black and his eyes turn red. He is very special."
"How much you want for him?" Harry asked.
"How much? He sells for 5 galleons at the least, but since you loaned us all that money to start off our little business, he's yours for 2 galleons." said George.
"And he comes complete with fireproof, bite-proof, venom-proof cage, food, and grooming kit." said Fred.
"Wow. I'll give you 3 galleons for him."
"Done!" The twins said at once.
"Okay. Here you go," George took the pygmy puff out and handed him to Harry." At least we know he'll be taken care of. "
"And we've already trained him, so he won't go mutant on you or nothing, unless you neglect him. We taught him to say a say a few words and all." Fred handed him a journal. "This is what we've recorded so far. You might want to add anything new."
Harry opened the book and found that the first 2 pages were covered. His pygmy puff climbed to his shoulder and changed to a light purple. There was a small squeak of contentment from him.
"Aww. He likes you."
"What are you going to name him?" Hermione asked.
Harry thought for a second.
"Hmm...I think I'll name him Twilight. Twi for short."
" Twi Twi!" The pygmy puff shrieked. He obviously liked his name.
"Aww. He's adorable!" Ginny said.
"You've got Arnold. But you can hold him. I guess."
Twilight rolled down Harry's arm and into Ginny's palm. He immediately started making a purring sound when Ginny petted him.
"I guess he likes you too." George said.
"Fred, that's not the reason I came in here." Hermione said. "I need one of your Decaffinators. Your brother is hyped up. On 5 cups of coffee. Or more. Nobody knows exactly how much."
"Ouch! Nobody wants to see him that way. Trust me." George reached into his box and pulled out a bright green candy square. "Just give him this. He'll get confused and think its candy."
They all walked out of the door, Harry carrying a cage, pygmy puff food, and Twilight, who had jumped back to him when they got out of the door. Harry would never have thought that one day he would own a pygmy puff, but there was just something special about this one. When they got back to Ron's room, they woke Ron up and tricked him into eating
the Decaffinator. Ron finally calmed down.
"Okay, guys, I have something to tell you." Harry announced.
A/N: So, how was it? Thanx for taking the time to read my story! And thanx to all my wonderful reviewers! Special thanks to my beta person; you know who you are.