After coming out of the Ministry of Magic, Harry took a moment to get his bearings, then walked into a nearby alley. A few turns later, he arrived outside a very inconspicuous café.
He pushed the door open and went inside. Two identical red-haired boys were watching the entrance expectantly. When they saw Harry come in, they hurriedly waved him over. These were, of course, the Weasley family's twins, Fred and George.
As soon as Harry came over, Fred asked, his face tense and expectant, "Well? Did you get it sorted?"
Today, the twins were wearing sweaters Mrs. Weasley had knitted, with letters embroidered on them that let Harry tell who was who-Harry suspected that Mrs. Weasley had put the letters on their clothes partly for that purpose, though he had no proof.
It was a Weasley family tradition. Mrs. Weasley knitted them every year.
Harry had received one last year, and this year, barring any surprises, Hermione and Neville should both get one too.
In response to the twins' question, Harry chuckled and pulled a rolled-up sheet of paper from his pocket, waving it at them. "Of course I got it sorted!"
"What are we waiting for, then? Let's hurry over!" George's face flushed bright red with excitement.
"Um... shall we?" Harry looked at the fireplace a short distance away, hesitating just a little. After his trip to Knockturn Alley, he still felt somewhat uneasy about Floo Powder.
That experience had hardly been pleasant.
"Come on, come on, come on." Neither Fred nor George noticed Harry's little misgivings, and they stood up grinning. Fred stepped into the nearby fireplace first, grabbed some Floo Powder, and called out clearly, "Godric's Hollow!"
Fred vanished in the flames.
"You first, Harry," George said with a grin. "If you end up somewhere strange