What a year. Harry lay in his bunkbed Mrs Weasley had fashioned him and Hermione in Ron's room, thinking. Thinking of Dumbledore's death; The battle of the seven Harrys; Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Fred and Dobby all narrowly escaping death; the Horcruxes and then, finally, defeating Lord Voldemort for good. The Weasleys had invited him and Hermione to stay for the summer, along with the remaining Order of the Phoenix. How long had he slept? He thought he'd better check the clock. No, the Weasley's clock didn't tell time. The Weasley's magic clock now had Harry and Hermione on it, Molly Weasley thought they were family too, and every single family member was pointed at home. Harry rummaged in his trunk for his watch. It was quarter to nine. He had been having decent night's sleeps for a while but he still had dark, shadowy circles under his eyes from that victorious defeat. Harry heard loud snoring and so he rolled over to see Ron, drooling, and sprawled in an awkward position.

"Hermione?" He whispered up the ladder, so not to disturb Ron.

"Yes, Harry?" Came a serious voice. Hermione was awake too.

"You're awake!" Harry said, a little louder, scrambling off his bed to see her.

"Yes, Harry. I know." She replied in the same tone, although Harry could see a smile peeping through her lips. Ron was still snoring away. "Anyway, what time is it?" She added. Harry checked his watch.

"Nine." He told her. Hermione tutted, rolled her eyes and looked at Ron.

"Typical Ronal-. Ron." The young adult blushed deeply. Just then, a short grunt, followed by a loud snort, then a groan came from the heap of pillow, blanket and wizard that was Ron Weasley. The lump opened up and a half-asleep Ron yawned and stretched, unaware that they were there at the moment.

"Five more Mum...just five more minutes...five minuuttt.." He mumbled.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted unexpectedly, clapping her hands. Ron awoke from his sleepy trance immediately at the sound of her voice.

"Uh, yeah, Hermione, sorry," Ron was rapidly flattening his untidy red hair, hiding his face and scarlet cheeks. The scent of sizzling, crispy bacon, jam on toast, waffles and pancakes drifted to Harry's nostrils. Harry inhaled the fragrance of the breakfast Mrs Weasley was making.

"Hey Ron! Your mum's cooking breakfast!" He told his best friend.

"I don't know about you, Herm-own-ninny, but I'm starving. Let's go downstairs." Teased Ron, throwing on some clothes and grabbing his wand. He had never really let go of Victor Krum's mispronunciation of her name, it had become a sort of nickname. Harry and Hermione dressed and then followed Ron downstairs. The radio was playing 'A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love' then a song by The Weird Sisters called 'Drunk on Amortentia'. As expected, Molly was making a delectable breakfast. All of the Weasley family were sitting along a long table: Molly was waving her wand at the food, preparing itself and Arthur was chatting animatedly with Bill and Fleur, newly married, who had taken a trip from Shell Cottage for the summer. Charlie and Percy were helping Molly and Fred and George were trying out a new product for their shop on Ginny. It was a small box titled 'Twin Tin' that shape-shifted and turned into an identical copy of its holder. The 'twin' lasts for 12 hours and would then do all the unenjoyable things that person would have to do in that time (Such as: homework, History of Magic Classes, chores...) and take on that person's personality, but with enhanced skill. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down next to the twins and Ginny (her twin was put back into a box) and then noticed there were a few spaces left at the end of the table. "There must be guests arriving today," Harry told himself. Then he noticed an extra small chair, with the same length legs.

"Mrs Weasley? Who is that little chair for?" Hermione asked politely.

"It's Molly, dear," Mrs Weasley told her for the six-millionth time. "The chair? Oh, that's for a house elf, Dibby, I think his name was." Hermione's face lit up.

"Oh that's fantastic!" She cried, beaming.

"Yes, funny old elf, he was, he disapparated right in my path in Diagon Alley and asked me if I knew Harry Potter and if I could congratulate him for what he did. He was such a sweet little thing, I just had to invite him to stay for a half a week or so.

"Oh, Dobby!" The trio all gasped. CRACK! At the sound of his name, Dobby the elf appeared.

"Harry Potter, sir, you called for Dobby and so Dobby came to rescue great Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, sir, and Miss Hermione Granger." Announced the tiny elf proudly.

"Sit down, and have some food, Dobby." Said Mrs Weasley, smiling down at him.

"Dobby has been treated with the greatest kindness, Mrs, Dobby thanks you." Dobby went to kneel down on the floor, holding out a pinched finger that could fit no more than a pea in it.

"On the chairs, with us, Dobby" called Ginny- about to test a new skiving snack-box idea, 'limping lollipops'- standing up, walking towards him, holding his tiny, shaking hand and leading him up to his chair, next to Hermione. Molly, Arthur, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Fleur served up the food and then everyone sat down to eat. Soon after they had finished, they heard an knock on the door.

"Oh! It's zat Kingsley!" Said Fleur, looking through the window. Mr Weasley winked at his wife with a sneaky smile.

"Come in Kingsley!" Shouted Charlie, unlocking the door with a lazy flick of his wand.

The door opened and in stepped Kingsley Shacklebolt, concealing something from sight under his robes.