A/N: This is gonna be long so here it is. This is my first ever fan fic so I can assure you I'm gonna mess up somewhere along the way. I'm kinda test running this to see how well I do. I've had this idea in my head ever since I read the books so now I'm rolling with it. So please be patient with me, I'm still trying to figure all this out. Also, this is the first chapter and is focused around the beginning of the second book. So if it seems sorta… repetitive to the book, I promise the future chapters branch away from it and focus more on Fred and George. Please review and give me your comments and concerns cause they're the only way I'm gonna get better. Also review and let me know if you wanna see anything happen in future chapters. I can always use some ideas for filler chapters. Just give me the idea and I'll write about it. Oh yeah, this is based mostly off the books but I added a couple parts from the movie along the way that are not included in the books =)

I do not own the Original Harry Potter Characters, only the one's I have added in to help push along my story including characters mentioned in this chapter: Michelle, Raven, Amanda, and Brittany Collins. This is based off J.K.R's book and follows the original plot only with a different point of view.

"Ron, how did – what the –"Harry said in shock. I leaned over George to see Harry staring in complete bewilderment. The Weasley's and I might've… sorta… stolen the car when everyone at the Burrow had fallen asleep, but didn't know which was the important thing.

"All right Harry?" asked George from the front passenger seat. Fred drove and I squeezed between the two of them in the front seat.

"What's been going on? -" I asked.

"Why haven't you been answering my letters?" demanded Ron, sounding hurt. "I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles –"

"It wasn't me – and how did he know?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"He works for the ministry." I answered.

"You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school –"said Ron.

"You should talk." He said, indicating the floating car.

"Oh, this doesn't count." Ron shrugged.

"We're only borrowing this." I grinned mischievously.

"It's Dad's –"

"we didn't enchant it."

"But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with –"

"tsk tsk, Harry." I scolded playfully.

"I told you, I didn't—"Harry tried explaining. "— but it'll take too long to explain now – look can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursley's have locked me up and won't let me comeback, and obviously I can't magic myself out because the ministry'll think that's the second spell I've done in three days, so –"

"Stop gibbering," I said, rolling my eyes which he probably couldn't see.

"We've come to take you home with us." Ron grinned.

"But you can't magic me out either –"

"We don't need to," Ron grinned and jerked his head back to the three of us in the front seat. "You forget who I've got with me."

"Tie that around the bars." Fred instructed as I passed back some rope to Harry.

"I knew that rope would come in handy eventually." I smirked.

"If the Dursley's wake up, I'm dead." Harry said, tying the rope tightly to the bars. Fred revved the car.

"Don't worry –"Fred said.

"And stand back" and I warned.

I watched Harry move away from the window and signaled to Fred to go. He revved the car, louder and louder, until there was a crunching noise from behind us. We drove straight into the air with the bars no longer in the window, but dangling below us. George and Ron hoisted them into the back seat of the car as Harry reappeared at the bar-less window. I tried to help a little but the boys made it clear I was just getting in the way so I quickly let them handle it. When the bars were safely in the backseat next to a panting Ron, Fred reversed as close as possible to Harry's window.

"You know you wanna admit that was pretty awesome." I grinned.

"Get in." Ron said.

"But all my Hogwart's stuff – my wand – my broomstick –"

"Where is it?" I asked.

"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room –"

"No problem." I smiled.

George was already climbing out of the car. "Out of the way Harry."

The three of us climbed through the window into Harry's room. I handed George one of my hair pins and he started to pick the lock.

"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sorta Muggle trick," Fred said. "But we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow."

"You can thank me for that." I winked. I taught the twins a bunch of old Muggle tricks, including how to pick a lock, after I taught myself back in my Muggle days; before I knew I was a witch. One of the benefits of being Muggle born, you never know when their little tricks will come in handy.

There was a small click, and the door opened.

"So – we'll get your trunk – you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron." George whispered.

We crept out onto the landing, hearing Harry whisper "Watch out for the bottom stair – it creaks."

We crept silently down the stairs, George and Fred went first. They stepped over the last step but I was too short so I had to jump it. They caught me before my feet landed on the wood flooring, which would have made a huge racket.

We tiptoed around the side of the staircase, feeling along it until we felt the crack to the door leading to a small cupboard under the stairs. George picked the lock silently as me and Fred kept our ears alert for any small noise. After a couple slow seconds the lock clicked and the door creaked open to reveal a tiny room that I couldn't even stand in, and that was saying something. 'To think, Harry grew up in this little room' I thought to myself. I grabbed Harry's broomstick, a Nimbus Two Thousand; the same model as mine, and helped the twins steer the large trunk out of the cupboard, towards the stairs.

I crept up the stairs first, while Fred and George heaved the trunk behind me. Thankfully I was able to skip the bottom stair going up, so I needn't worry about giving the twins the trouble of dropping the trunk just to lift me up over first step.

I brushed by Harry on my way up the stairs while he crept down the steps to help Fred and George heave his trunk the rest of the way up the stairs. I sneaked back into Harry's bedroom and passed the broom out to Ron. As the boys reentered the room, I heard a cough.

Fred climbed back into the car while Ron helped pull the trunk through the window. Finally after a couple of minutes of relentless pushing and tugging, the trunk slid from the room, through the window, into the back seat of the car, under the bars, leaving all of us panting for breath. There was another cough.

"Okay, let's go." George said, climbing through the window, back into the passenger seat.

"After you Harry." I smiled at the younger boy. Harry stood up onto the window sill, about to leap into the backseat of the car, until there was a loud, shrill shriek from behind us, and then an even louder, but deeper, scream from another room "That Ruddy Owl!"

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry gasped and jumped back from the window, tearing across the room and grabbed the owl's cage. I stepped back as he rushed past me and was passing her cage out to Ron when there was a hammering on the door and it crashed open.

"Go!" I shouted, as Harry's uncle's shocked expression was quickly replaced by fury. He charged towards Harry and pushed me out of the way into the wall. The back of my head smacked hard off the wall and I slid onto the floor, dazed. Looking up, I saw the rather large man grabbing Harry by the ankle, trying to pull him out of the car, while the Weasley boys tightly held onto him. I jumped up and threw myself into him, taking him by surprise and loosening his grip on Harry. Sensing that, Harry quickly shook the hand off his ankle and was pulled all the way into the car. I jumped onto the windowsill and tried to leap across to the car but the man quickly grabbed the back of my shirt, trying to pull me back through the window.

"Help!" I screamed. George opened his door and leaned out of the car towards me

"Grab my hand!" he yelled, reaching out for me. I grabbed onto his hand for dear life while the man continued to try to pull me through the window. His big meaty arms were too big to kick off.

'I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.' I said as I closed my eyes, refusing to look down.

"Put your foot down Fred!" shouted Ron.

Fred pressed hesitantly down on the accelerator and the car revved a little from the window. I felt my feet leave the windowsill but the man refused to let go. I was dragged into the air being pulled by George and the car from one side and the large meaty man from the other.

"Michelle, don't let go!" George yelled. "Fred, just go! I have a good grip."

Fred put more pressure onto the accelerator and pulled me farther away from the window, the man still stubbornly hanging on to my shirt. He was now leaning out of the bedroom window, leaning out farther and farther and – CRASH!

The man lurched out of the window, held onto me for one last second as we were both airborne. I threw my other hand out to George, digging our nails into each other, trying to keep a good grip, until at last, the man couldn't hang on any longer and let go, falling back into the hedges below the window.

George pulled my shaking body into the car and I was never so glad to be back onto something solid. The back of my shirt was completely stretched out and parts of it had started to rip. My wrist was slightly bleeding from where George's nails had dug into, desperate not to let go.

I was still shaking like crazy as George helped move me between him and his twin and they each put an arm around me, telling me I was alright and making sure I was okay. After they made sure I wasn't going to have a breakdown, Fred moved the car through the night sky, towards the Burrow, and we shifted our attention back to Harry.

"Let Hedwig out." Harry said, happy to be free. "She can fly behind us. She hasn't had a chance to stretch her wings for ages."

George handed my hair pin back to Ron and after a couple of moments Hedwig soared out of the window and glided alongside the car.

"So what's the story Harry?" asked Ron impatiently.

"Yeah, what's been happening?" I asked.

Harry told us all about a house elf named Dobby and a warning he gave Harry about not returning to Hogwarts and stealing all of his letters. Then Dobby dropped pudding during an important business dinner and Harry was blamed and locked in his room. There was a long silence after he finished describing what happened.

"Very fishy." Fred said at last.

"Definitely dodgy." I agreed.

"So he wouldn't even tell you who's supposed to be plotting all this stuff?" asked George.

"I don't think he could." Harry said, thinking. "I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall."

"I know how he feels." I said, rubbing the back of my head, where my head had connected with the wall. Harry shot me an apologetic look. The twins though shared exchanged a look at what Harry said.

"What, you think he was lying to me?" Harry asked, noticing the look the twins gave each other.

"Well," Fred said thinking. "Put it this way – house elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they can't usually use it without their Masters permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you from coming back to Hogwarts."

"Someone's idea of a joke." I added.

"Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you?"

"Yes." Said Harry and Ron together.

"Draco Malfoy. He hates me."

"Draco Malfoy?" George asked, raising his eyebrows. He and I turned around in curiosity now. "Not Lucius Malfoy's son?"

"Must be. It's not a very common name, is it?" Harry said "Why?"

"I've heard Dad talking about him." George answered.

"He was a huge supporter of You-Know-Who." I said grimly.

"And when You-Know-Who disappeared," Fred said, now turning his head back to look at Harry, "Lucius Malfoy came back saying he'd never meant any of it. Load of dung. – Dad reckons he was right in You-Know-Who's inner circle."

"I don't know whether the Malfoy's own a house elf…." Harry said thoughtfully.

"Bet you he does." I scoffed.

"Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich." Fred said.

"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house elf to do the ironing," George said. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden.

"House elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that." I said.

"You wouldn't catch one in our house…." George finished glumly.

"You're driving too far West Fred." I said pointing to the compass on the dashboard and Fred evened out the steering wheel.

"So does your Dad know you've got the car?" Harry asked.

"Er, no." Ron said. "He had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it."

"What does your Dad do at the Ministry of Magic anyway?"

"He works in the most boring department." Ron answered. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

"The what?"

"It's all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a Muggle shop or house." I said, and described one of the daily scenario's had to go through in his job.

"But your dad – this car –"

Me and the twins laughed. "Yeah, Dad's crazy about anything to do with Muggles; our shed's full of Muggle stuff." Fred chuckled.

"He takes it apart, puts spells on it and puts it back together again." I giggled

"If he raided our house, he'd have to put himself under arrest. It drives Mum mad."

"Ahh." Harry said amused. "So Michelle, what are you doing here anyway?"

"Didn't ya know, me and my sisters usually stay over the Weasley's during summer break. Much better than staying home where my bitch of a sister Brittany may be lurking around. This is going to be your first time there, right?"

"Yeah." Harry said nervously.

"Don't worry, their family is amazing. Me and my sisters –you remember Raven right? -stay with Ginny in her room. I'm guessing you'll most likely be in Ron's room." I smiled, and Ron nodded his head. "Excellent. By the end of the summer we'll all be one nice and cozy family. Once you're there once, you never wanna leave."

"That's the main road." George said peering out through the windshield. "We'll be there in ten minutes….. Just as well, it's getting light…" it was then I noticed the horizon was beginning to turn into a light shade of pink.

"Oh yeah..." Harry said, awkwardly. "I'm sorry for my uncle earlier Michelle. He's a tad mad."

"It's all good, no real harm done." I smiled. I had gotten over the whole ordeal and my legs had finally stopped shaking.

"We're a little way outside the village." George said as we got closer. "Ottery ."

The car started flying lower and lower towards the Burrow and the sun was now drifting above the trees.

"Touchdown!" I cheered as Fred landed the car with a couple of bumps. We landed next to the run down looking garage and watched curiously as Harry inspected the burrow for the first time.

"It's not much." Ron said waiting for Harry's opinion.

"It's wonderful." He said happily as we piled out of the car.

"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly." Said Fred "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast."

"Then Ron," I said, taking over. "You come bounding downstairs going 'Mum, look who turned up last night!'"

"And she'll be all pleased to see us and no one need ever know we flew the car."

I had to admit, it sounded like an okay plan. It had its holes but I was convinced we could pull it off.

"Right." Ron agreed. "Come on Harry, I sleep at the – at the top –"

I saw Ron stutter and his face blanched. I spun around with the others to see what he was looking at.

"Ah" Fred said.

"Well then –"I started, trying to think.

"Oh dear." Said George.

was marching towards us with a look of complete rage etched on her face.

She stopped in front of us, hands on her hips, staring us down one by one as we all shifted guiltily under her gaze.

"So." She said sternly.

"Morning Mum." George said in his most charming, winning voice.

"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" whispered, but her voice seemed to echo around us.

"Sorry Mum, but see, we had to – "

All the boys were taller than but even the tall twins cowered under her gaze.

"Bed's empty! No note! Car gone – could have crashed – out of my mind with worry – did you care? – Never as long as I've lived - you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy –"

"Perfect Percy." Fred muttered under his breath.

"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" screamed, prodding her son's chest with her index finger. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job –"she screamed. I shifted my feel guiltily as she looked to me.

"And you Michelle - I can understand my son's, but seeing you go along with even this scheme of yours – I thought you were smarter than this." She said, looking at me with sad, disappointed eyes. I wish she had screamed at me, I couldn't stand hearing the disappointment in her voice. I hung my head in shame.

"Please Mum." Fred said, noticing my distress. "We talked her into it. She didn't want to come originally but we pestered her until she agreed to come. It was my fault."

I sneaked my eyes over to him. I couldn't believe he was lying to his Mum for me. I was excited when the twin's had mentioned their plan to me and I agreed immediately.

"Yeah, it was our fault she was with us." George quickly said, following his brother's lead.

"Whatever the case may be –" said, looking between me and the twins. It was then she noticed the back of my shirt. "Goodness gracious dear, what happened to your shirt?"

"Got it caught in the door and didn't realize it." I said quickly, while Fred and George drew blank cards trying to think of an excuse to what really happened.

"Well you better change after breakfast." She said, looking over the shirt carefully. "Give it to me and I'll fix it good as new."

"Thank you very much ." I said with a small smile, glad that we had changed the subject.

She gave me a quick smile and looked towards Harry. "I'm very pleased to see you Harry dear," she said, giving him a sweet, warm smile. "Come in and have some breakfast."

She walked back into the house and we cautiously followed, not wanting to set her off again.

We all squeezed into the cramped kitchen and took our seats around the kitchen table. I quietly slipped into my chair between the twins and watched their mother make breakfast.

By the smell of it, was making sausage. Every now and then she sent her sons dirty looks muttering "Don't know what you were thinking of" and "never would have believed it."

"I don't blame you dear." She smiled to Harry as she tipped sausages onto our plates. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too. Just last night we were saying we'd come get you ourselves if you hadn't written Ron back by Friday. But really," she continued, serving us fried eggs. I rationed them onto Fred and George's plates when she turned back to the oven, I hated eggs. "Flying an illegal car halfway across the country – anyone could have seen you –"

"It was cloudy Mum!" Fred protested with a mouthful of sausage.

"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" his mother snapped.

"They were starving him Mum!" joined in George.

"And you!" she yelled, but her expression softened some and started buttering some bread for Harry.

Just then, Ginny came walking into the kitchen, looking for . The second she saw Harry though, she squealed and ran from the room, her face as red as her hair. Me and the twins bit our tongues back from laughing.

"Ginny." Ron said quietly to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph Harry." I smirked, but quickly became fascinated with my plate when turned and gave me a sharp, disapproving look.

Mrs. Weasley loved me like one of her own, which unfortunately meant that she scolded me just as much as the twins when we got into mischief. Nothing more was said between us as we all finished eating and soon our dishes were cleared and cleaned.

"Blimey, I'm tired." Fred said through a yawn.

"I think I'll go to bed and –"I said, trying to sneak us away.

"Dad's home!" exclaimed George. We all quickly turned around hearing the sharp pop of apparating into the kitchen.

was sat at the kitchen chair, slouching back with his glasses off. He looked completely exhausted. He poured himself a cup of tea and described his night to us and we listened intently, asking questions here and there. I wasn't really too interested in it all but I decided to be polite and try my best to look interested at what was saying now.

"…But the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe –"

"LIKE CARS FOR INSTANCE?"

was back, she was holding a long poker, staring her husband down. looked guilty and shifted in his seat.

"C-cars, Molly dear?"

"Yes Arthur, cars." 's eyes flashed. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."

"Well dear." blinked. "I think you'll find he was quite within the law to do that, even if – er – he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth… There's a loophole in the law you'll find… As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't –"

"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!" shouted. "Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!"

"Harry? Harry who?" asked confused and jumped when he saw Harry.

"Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about –"

"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!" yelled. "What have you got to say about that, eh?"

"Did you really?" asked excited. "Did it go alright? I- I mean," he faltered as gave him a murderous glare. "That – that was very wrong boys – very wrong indeed…"

"Let's leave them to it." Ron muttered to Harry and they both excused themselves from the table, disappearing in the direction to Ron's room.

"They have the right idea." Fred mumbled to me and his twin and the three of us quickly excused ourselves from the kitchen. We climbed the staircase towards the twin's room but I stopped outside of the room me and my sisters shared with Ginny and told them I would meet them in a moment. They mumbled Okays and I quickly entered into our room where my sister Raven was, snoring lightly under a mass of blankets on her bed.

"Raven." I said to my little sister of two years, walking over to her bed. "It's time to wake up; you're going to miss breakfast."

She rolled onto her side, her long brown hair covering half of her face. She swept it messily back with a hand and opened her slate gray eyes.

"Alrighty." She yawned, swinging her lets off the bed and pushing herself to sit up.

"Where's Amanda?" I asked, looking at my younger sister's empty bed.

"I think she's outside looking for any gnomes. You know how she loves them." Ginny said, sitting down in her bed opening a book. For some reason my sister Amanda, who would be a first year this year, was in love with anything that reminded her of potatoes.

"Where were you last night?" Raven asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Never you mind, now off to breakfast, it's gonna get cold." I scolded, avoiding any questions that would lead to discussing last night. The less my sisters knew about it the better. I didn't want them following my example, or worse, telling our parents.

'I'm turning into my Mum and Dad 'I sighed.

I quickly closed the door behind me as I left the room and continued up the stairs to Fred and George's room.

"Morning." I yawned, pushing open their door and flopping down next to Fred on his bed.

"Morning Shellybell." Fred smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Always a pleasure Shell-la-la." George said, leaning back onto his bed.

I smiled and curled up next to Fred's pillow.

"Don't even think about falling asleep and hogging my pillow." Fred growled.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I laughed, sticking my tongue out at him. George winked at me from across the room.

We talked a little as George came and joined us on Fred's bed and the twins started playing a game of wizard's chess. I was sitting up, watching the match, feeling more and more sleepy. I leaned against Fred's arm as he concentrated intently on his match and didn't even seem to notice. After a minute I felt myself slowly lurch backwards and for a second I felt myself slide off the bed. Fred noticed and shot an arm out behind me and pushed me back up onto the bed next to him.

"Don't fall." George chuckled as Fred laid me down on the bed and threw a blanket over me.

"Get some sleep." He said gently, helping me wrap the blanket around myself. "Nighty night shell."

"ni..ya..nite…" I mumbled and was engulfed by sleep before I could finish my sentence.