This is the prologue. I know it's short, but I hope you enjoy it. I am not JKR, I own nothing :) Xoxo

"I suppose you've been having a real laugh haven't you, all holed up here together?"

"No, honest!"

Well. That was subject to opinion. The way Ron remembered, he'd had a bit more fun than he'd let on...

"So, this is it?" Ron said, screwing up his nose in disgust, sounding wholly unimpressed.

"Well, it will take a bit of cleaning," Mrs. Weasley started, looking around with a slight grimace and setting down her bags with a quiet thud, "but don't complain, Sirius has kindly let us all stay here."

"I think it's lovely," Hermione said, faking a pleasant smile, "really homey." She too putting down her bags.

"You don't have to lie, Hermione." A deep, gruff voiced figure appeared at the only open doorway. "It's a bloody mess. But do remember to keep your voices down. If you don't, my dear old mother might hear you. Old hag." Sirius stepped into the hallway, and walked down to greet them at the front door.

"Now, quickly inside. We don't want to get noticed." Mrs. Weasley bustled, chaperoning her children and Hermione into the creaky hallway. "And be quiet, Fred!" Fred was busy laughing at the Troll's foot coat stand. The hallway was dark, dank and unattractive. Much like you would imagine of a haunted house, yet much more uneventful. Tattered curtains covered things that might be doors, but the workings of this house were not yet clear. A thick layer of dust covered most objects, leaving them dull and unappealing. "Take all of your things upstairs, and we'll sort out rooms for everyone."

They obediently climbed the rickety stairs, observing the mounted House Elf heads that were placed upon the wall. Fred and George in mild amusement, Ron in confusion, Hermione in horror and despair, and Ginny with fear. Molly and Arthur ignored them, obviously having been here before. Ginny and Hermione were allotted a small room on the first floor, as was Ron. Fred and George were placed up in one of the attic rooms, with the discreet intention of keeping them well out of the way of trouble.

Ron sat down on his creaky bed, and shoved his bags in the small space beneath the frame; swearing he heard a small squeak as he did so. Hermione did the same, then walked casually to Ron's doorway. She stood there, framed in the rotting wood. Ron looked up, and flashed back to the first time they had met.

Hermione had been standing in their doorway then, too. Except then she was several inches taller, and much more of a girl than a young woman. Things had changed since then. Why had everything become so serious? He was fifteen, and he wanted to have some light hearted fun in his life – not just helping Harry uncover You Know Who's latest escapades.

Hermione stared bleakly out of the window, trying to hide her disappointment. Of course, it was a beautiful old house, and if they would be cleaning it up there would certainly be some riveting things to find, but it was still a pretty shabby place to be spending the holidays. At least she and Ron would be going through it together... she was sure that that would make things better. What more could you ask for but a good friend by your side?

"Well, this is going to be fun, isn't it?" Hermione sighed.

Hey readers, how was that... was it ok? I'll be posting chapter 1 now, simply because I've written the first two chapters already. I think that those two chapters are just about enough to cover the story, and I think the second chapter finishes in a nice place. We'll see. If you want me to continue, review and tell me. If enough people want it, I will try to continue it. :) Love to all, Xoxo