A Weasley Surprise
The twins surprised everyone and appeared around seven at night, which was right after dinner. They then rushed up into their old shared room without a word. It startled everyone because there was no urgent need for Fred and George to be back, or go back upstairs for that matter, since everything had been moved out. Nonetheless, the pair came darting down the windy steps.
"Harry!" Fred and George yelled simultaneously, with George holding something behind his back.
"As our parting gift," Fred spoke, "we'd like to give you a gift. Come to the living room with us." That was the spot no one else resided at the moment.
Harry sat down on the couch between the twins. He noticed the object that George had been hiding; it looked like a journal of some sort. He cleared his throat and spoke up. "What— What is that, exactly?"
"It's a diary—“ George replied.
"—that we found—“ Fred cut in.
"—behind one of the pillars on the Quidditch Pitch." George gave the diary to the shorter male.
The cover's color was Forest Green and the interior pages looked rusted. The silver lock on it had been broken and discolored. Harry was about to ask where the key was, but it seems like the younger ginger beside him read his mind. "The key's never been found, so it's outright lucky that the diary's lock came broken."
Harry opened the diary, expecting to see loads of secrets. "The pages are.. empty." His voice dripped with disappointment.
"That's why we're giving it to you!" Fred chuckled and patted the brunette roughly on the back. It practically made him choke on his own spit. "Maybe you can make some use of it,"
"We certainly can't." George finished and stood up from the couch, as did Fred. The twins then walked away, said their goodbyes to their family, and floo'd back to Diagon Alley.
Harry was left alone with the diary and his thoughts. It was an awfully nice gesture of the red-headed twins, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do with this. Perhaps journal his time in sixth year? With Voldemort and his followers on the loose, there was bound to be something extreme to document. In years time, he could look back and recollect these written with his future family. Family--he shivered at the thought. No way in these conditions could Harry think about having a family, a miniature him. No; not until the war was over at least.