Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They Belong to J.K. Rowling (as everyone knows)
This is the Summer that is before the Seventh and final year of Harry's schooling at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione are at The Burrow, in preparation of Bill and Fleur's wedding.
Harry, Ron and Hermione are sitting in the kitchen, reminiscing about days gone past, just for fun.
"Ron, remember that first year, when I found the Mirror of Erised? I was all excited for you to see my mum and dad, but all you could see was being a big shot." Harry laughed at the memory.
"You're not gonna let me forget that, are you mate. The Mirror of Erised was spelled backwards. Erised is desire, and the mirror showed us our deepest desires." This cleverness from Ron surprised them for a moment.
"Who remembers Romilda Vane?" Hermione asked in a singsong voice, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Harry and Ron started muttering darkly at this. Chocolates, poison, train, and annoying were words that were heard above others.
"How 'bout when we saved Sirius from the ministry?" Ron got a rebellious gleam in his eyes. "That was well funny, seeing Fudge angry." Harry smiled weakly, the pang of hearing Sirius's name still lingered.
"And the time when Cormac McLaggen shot off in the wrong direction?" Ron continued. "That was well shameful mate."
"Err, Ron, that was because I confounded him, remember? Or did you choose to forget." Hermione chided him.
"I chose to forget" Ron added in an undertone. They went on like this for about an hour, until they heard Fleur screaming.
"Bloody hell, Harry, I forgot. It the full moon tonight and Bill…" Ron trailed off.
"God Ron, Bill doesn't have full transformations, just mild hair growth and fangs. Nothing is happening to your beloved Fleur." Hermione said exasperatly. Harry snickered, and they ran outside to see the commotion.
"Crookshanks! Bad Bill, let GO of Crookshanks." Bill let go, but Crookshanks was left without an ear, and a leg, and was also bleeding profusely from different areas. Hermione burst out into tears. Oh, Crooksy, its alright."
Mrs. Weasley came outside, and gasped at the sight of Bill with blood on his face and Crookshanks with missing limbs.
"Come on dear, we'll take him to St. Mungo's. Perhaps we can get the leg back on…" she trailed of as she saw Hermione shaking her head with despair.
"He's…eaten it Mrs. Weasley."
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Coming back, Hermione looked like a child given a lollipop.
"Well as luck had it, they had extra Cat Legs just hanging around. They were so glad to have gotten rid of one." Hermione gushed. Harry looked closer at Crookshanks and saw that indeed, he now had a black leg, amidst his ginger fur.
"Well I'm heading up to bed," Ron said, looking a bit green.
"I'll come too," Harry offered, wanting to be there if Ron tossed the pumpkin juice. When they finally reached the landing, they walked in to see that their room was…well, not their room.
"Ron, er, are you positive that this floor is your room?"
"Are you saying I don't know what floor my room is on?" He snapped.
"No…I just never knew you had a toilet in your room. Wait… and a shower to go with it."
"Well you don't have to be so smug about it, I guess that Fred and-"
"Glad you could figure out who it was little brother." Said Fred, apparating from thin air, "George'll be here in a minute. It was his idea to do this one."
"Hello mates, Ron. Like it? We read the spell in mum's Witch Weekly magazine. It can move furniture around. But, we couldn't find one that puts them back where they were. So…this'll be your problem mates." George said, just as he was apparating away. Ron led Harry up more landings.
"Great. This is well bad. And I'm guessing that our room is…" He opened a door and sighed. "Yup. Where the old bathroom was. Great."