Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter Universe all other claimants to anything to do with the H.P. story are simply hangers on to her glory. I thank her for allowing us mere mortals to play in her world and I promise that while I have Harry in my care nothing too bad will happen to him. I will leave that to J.K.R. herself the last book.

Authors Note: I asked the question of my Yahoo Group as to which day would be the best for me to post this story; we didn't really reach any real consensus so, being as Freya is the Norse Goddess of Love and Beauty and she is also a Warrior Goddess, I have decided that Friday should be the day.

Return of the Valkyrie.

Chapter 02 Myrtle!

It is still - Sunday 22nd June 1997

It was just after ten on Sunday morning and Hermione was being awakened from a wonderful dream of a green-eyed boy and she was polishing his magnificent broomstick, 'there it was again' something was tapping on her window. Frustrated she reluctantly cracked open one eye and saw Hedwig, so she shook herself and sat up, then after a few seconds she went to open the window for the beautiful owl.

"Have you lost your letter girl?" she asked, the owl hooted quietly at her as the telephone rang.

Her parents were at church; they had had 'a discussion' about it the previous evening, so she answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hermione, thank goodness." Needless to say it was Harry.

"What's the matter, you sound panicky?"

"I'm ok, they came and I am at the place, I was prepared and I only lost my clothes, the Dursleys had gone on holiday but I don't know where Hedwig is."

"Don't panic about Hedwig she is here and sod the Dursleys, so you only have the clothes you were wearing?" She asked with an embarrassed giggle.

"In a manner of speaking yes, I was in the shower and I am only wearing a towel. Oh and please tell Hedwig where I am."

So soon after her dream of Harry's wonderful broomstick and here was Harry talking to her wearing just a towel her face was a good match for Ginny's hair, "So you need some clothes then?" how she managed to say this so casually she would never know.

"You could say that although Tonks doesn't seem to think so, she keeps trying to 'Accio' my towel but after her second try I've tied a good strong knot."

Suddenly she wanted to curse the young Auror into the middle of next week, although she didn't really blame her, "You had better go and try to find yourself some clothes, there has to be something that will fit you in that house somewhere."

"Alright then, you keep everything you want to bring right beside you and tell your parents because you know I couldn't stand it if anything should happen to you."

There it was again and her blush was even worse, "I will, bye Harry."

"Bye Hermione." Click.

Her mother was on the landing with her father just as she was saying, "Harry is at headquarters Hedwig, do you want to go and find him there?"

"So, talking to dumb animals now as well?" her mother said in a slightly mocking tone, it had been a rather heated discussion.

Hermione saw red, "The pair of you can sod off and do just what you want." Her parents looked shocked but before they could issue any kind of reprimand she carried on, "Harry's house was attacked at ten this morning and he is wearing a towel, all, that is 'all' of his clothes are gone, he had to get out quickly. Hedwig is not stupid, she is Harry's post owl, I was just telling her where to find Harry and she understood every word I said because she listened which is more than can be said for the so called intelligentsia." She slammed her bedroom door in her parents' shocked faces.

Half an hour later there was a small knock on Hermione's bedroom door and her parents came in, her mother apologised sincerely and handed her crying daughter a tray with three croissants and a large mug of sugar free hot chocolate.

Quietly, through her sobs Hermione said, "If an evil megalomaniac murders your parents and tries to kill you when you are only one year old and then gets himself reanimated using your blood a dozen or so years later. So he immediately starts to hunt you down again, trying to kill you at every turn, after a few years of this you tend not to make too many jokes about death threats because they are just too personal.

"They did Harry's house at ten this morning, I…no our house will probably be next and they will likely come here in the middle of the night so this evening make sure that you set all of the house alarms and motion sensors in the garden; front and back. If the alarms go off then we leave, there will be no time for any 'I just have to…anything', it would probably be 'I just have to go and get myself killed'.

"Tonight we will sleep in the same room and I suggest pyjamas, Harry arrived…and I am not even sure that he was even wearing a towel, he'd been in the shower." She giggled but Dan and Emma Granger now understood that this was not some computer game they were playing.

Her mother saw that she had to do something for her highly intelligent but distraught daughter so she said, "Eat your breakfast then get dressed, I have some catalogues from Harrods and a few other shops like that, you can have a look to see if there is anything you think will suit him."

She kissed her mum who hugged her back and then Hermione started getting ready for her day.

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Back to 10am at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Dong…Dong…Dong…

"Incoming in the Hall!" Remus shouted, "House stop the gong."

Tonks had moved like lightning and shouted, "Harry's here!"

Harry shouted, "The Dursleys have left, don't bother looking for them."

It seemed like a dozen pops came from the kitchen and Tonks said, "There was an order meeting and your ward alarm went off…so…uh…you're looking good Harry."

He turned scarlet as he realised that he was sat on the hall floor with no clothes on, he quickly covered himself with the towel he was holding and then stood up wrapping the towel around himself.

"There's…um…tea made in the kitchen do you want some?" Tonks asked innocently, "Accio towel!"

"Tonks behave!" Harry's seeker reflexes saved his modesty.

She tried to look innocent, "But I am behaving. 'Accio towel'… Badly."

Again his seeker reflexes saved him and so he tied a very secure knot in the towel.

Tonks looked disappointed, however they had reached the kitchen and she poured him a cup of tea.

He sat by the telephone that he had asked Remus to have installed and said, "I must call Hermione."

He dialled her number, bur-bur…bur-bur…bur-bur…bur-…'click', "Hello?"

"Hermione, thank goodness."

"What's the matter, you sound panicky?"

"I'm ok, they came and I am at the place, I was prepared and I only lost my clothes, the Dursleys had gone on holiday but I don't know where Hedwig is." He was quite worried about his owl.

"Don't panic about Hedwig she is here and sod the Dursleys, so you only have the clothes you were wearing?"

He was relieved for Hedwig but why was she giggling? "In a manner of speaking yes, I was in the shower and I am only wearing a towel. Oh and please tell Hedwig where I am."

"So you need some clothes then?" she didn't seem very worried that he had lost all of his clothes.

Maybe she thinks that I needed some new ones anyway, "You could say that although Tonks doesn't seem to think so, she keeps trying to 'Accio' my towel but I've tied a good strong knot."

"You had better go and try to find yourself some clothes, there has to be something that will fit you in that house somewhere."

She did sound quite upset that he had lost his things, "Alright then, you keep everything you want to bring right beside you and tell your parents because you know I couldn't stand it if anything should happen to you."

"I will, bye Harry."

"Bye Hermione." Click.

"The kitchen looks better, doesn't it Harry?" Tonks was trying to distract him from what she had been doing earlier.

He let her think that she had succeeded for the moment, "Yes the Hall looked better as well, I'm glad that paint stripper cured that old hag Mrs Black…permanently."

"Remus had never heard of it, but we started on her mouth to shut her up and worked out from there. But by the time we had removed all of her head the frame with the rest of the picture just fell of the wall, as did all of the other paintings and a lot of other things all over the house." Tonks continued, "The House Elves couldn't do it because she kept ordering them to stop and the way she was carrying on it was badly confusing them, of course she didn't care that it would eventually drive the elves mad. Evil old cow."

"Where are the elves now?" Harry asked.

"They're still working around the house somewhere, the last time I looked the cellar had not been touched and this was the only room they had done in the basement. The ground and first floors are basically finished although they will need some furniture as well as some bits and pieces of electrical stuff, that's all been left for you to choose. Remus told you that the Master Study and the Library on the first floor were being left but they have been wired, cleaned and dusted.

"The whole house was re-plumbed when it was wired with electricity. Something called an optic cable has been brought in for the telephone and if you want television, you have an option for up to ten lines for the telephone or the Internet. We had one of the wizard squib companies supply the elves that did all of the internal wiring, so we had no security worries on that front.

"Various colours have been used for the twelve bedrooms and eight bathrooms on the second and third floors, be careful the one to the left at the top of the stairs on the second floor is such brilliant orange that it hurts your eyes, apparently Ron likes the colour. We told you that four of the larger bedrooms now have their own en-suite's the other eight bedrooms share their bathrooms in pairs.

"Your master suite on the second floor is finished in red and gold as you asked, Remus and I are sharing his on the third floor, ours is done in blue with pale yellow. We found another similar set of rooms on the forth floor and Remus has forced the elves to have that one, although it was quite a struggle and I suggest that you go and check sometime, make sure that they have in fact made it habitable.

"The rest of the forth floor has two loos, a large storeroom and a huge open room that could be used for training if you wanted although we would have to put up a lot of wards and things. The last time that I looked in the attic it was like everybody else's attic, a junkyard, mind you if you took a lot of the stuff to an antique fair the dealers would bite your hand off trying to buy it."

"Thanks for the rundown Tonks, 'Dobby'!" he called.

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There were stereo pops and he was engulfed in a pair of cuddles from two very happy elves, then straight away Winky scolded him, "Harry Potter wheres is yous clothes, yous is in the kitchen and yous should haves clotheses?"

"Miss Winky yous is not to speaks toos Mr Harry Potter Sir likes that, hees is yous master now." Dobby turned to Harry and added, "But yous shoulds haves clothes Mr Harry Potter Sir. I's is very happy to bees here."

Harry spoke kindly to the elves, "Earlier the Death Eaters attacked the house I was staying in and I had to leave very quickly and I was having a shower so I didn't have time to get my clothes."

If possible Winky's eyes went even larger than usual, "Mr Harry Potter has no clothes…Winky will find yous some." Pop.

"Dobby wills makes yous a bacon sandwich for lunch."

Pop, "Theres is clotheses in yours room now, yous go puts them on." Winky had only been thirty seconds and Harry didn't notice that Tonks looked disappointed.

As Harry was leaving the kitchen dobby said, "I's will brings your sandwich up to yous."

Harry made his way up three levels to the second floor where his bedroom was, he was thinking that the house was looking a world better but it was still on eight levels, it was nearly as bad as Hogwarts, at least it would keep you a bit fit. He had never been in either the cellar or the attic and he had only been to the fourth floor to visit Buckbeak, when Sirius was keeping the friendly Hippogriff there.

Eventually he reached his bedroom, he was seeing it for the first time and it looked really…well grand, he had been told that it was forty foot by twenty…grand seemed to be the only word that would actually fit; it was nearly as big as the Dursleys ground floor.

The canopied bed was over to the right and it looked to be about ten foot square, there were a pair of silk sleeping shorts folded on the pillows. In a sort of 'L' there was a sitting area with a desk off to the right, what looked like a stationary cupboard and three tall bookcases. There was also a fireplace around which were grouped two sofas, four armchairs and a coffee table then to the left were two doors, both of which were slightly ajar. The sofas and armchairs were the large comfortable variety they would easily seat ten, or sixteen if you were friendly and squeezed up a little bit.

He put his trunk on the floor beside the desk and expanded it back to full size; he opened it and put the cigarette packet on the desk along with all of Dudley's books about training with weights and his moneybag. He would look around the rest of the house but it sounded like the big room on the fourth floor would be the right place for the exercise equipment.

Entering the first room he discovered that it was a dressing room, a barren fifteen-foot by ten dressing room; on the dressing table there was a fresh bacon sandwich, so he started to eat it. He found half a dozen pairs of various coloured boxers, so he put on a red pair, thank goodness there were no grey ones, grey underwear would forever remind him of Snape.

There were a couple of robes or Muggle clothes…decisions…he pulled on a pair of pale blue jeans, one of two pairs the other's were black then he slid his wand into a special side pocket and added a black leather belt.

All of the clothes were new, where had they come from? He would have to ask Winky.

He found a pile of 'T' shirts and some tops so he pulled on a loose, white cotton, crew necked jumper, next socks…socks, did all House Elves have a thing about horrendously, mismatched, gaudy socks? It did not matter, they would be hidden under the black dragon-hide boots.

He had finished his sandwich.

Deciding to look at himself in the mirror he thought that he looked ok but there was a clatter on the dressing table as the mirror said, "Hair?" in a sort of familiar female voice.

His body had dried but he realised that his hair was still quite damp, the clattering on the dressing table had been various combs and brushes so he picked the towel up off the floor and towelled his hair almost dry, then he combed it.

Happily he was making his way towards the door when the mirror said, "Let me see the hair." He went and looked in the mirror again and sounding really frustrated the mirror said, "Not another one, what's your name?"

He almost recognised the voice, "My name's Harry, so what's your name and what do you mean by 'Not another one'?" he asked.

"My name is Myrtle and if your name is Harry Potter then it was your mother who made and named me after a ghost at Hogwarts who fancied your father. Oh and he couldn't do anything with his hair either." He went through and flopped into a chair in his lounge area, needless to say he was slightly gob smacked.

Suddenly an alarm started ringing and he dashed out of his room then rushed down stairs, he had to go as far as the kitchen before he found anyone else, "Can't you stop the alarm? What's it for?"

Remus said, "Harry you are the only one who can tell it to stop."

Looking slightly confused he said, "Alarm stop." He sighed in relief and repeated his other question, "What was it for?"

"It's a long story," Remus said, "why don't you sit down?"

Harry sat as did the others and Arthur asked, "Shouldn't he go and let them out first?"

"They are safe there and they were warned." Remus responded, "It's only Fred and George trying to prank Harry, so don't worry. So first the most important question is how are you after your earlier adventure?"

"Actually I am fine, I never saw a Death Eater I just heard the wards come down and left instantly, the Dursleys had left at six-thirty so there was no need to hang around."

"Where did they go?" Molly asked.

"Need to know and you don't all need to know, but I will tell those it concerns." Harry received several strange looks from around the table but he ignored them and asked again, "So Remus what was the alarm for? And where did the mirror in my room come from?"

Grinning he answered, "Well the mirror was about the only thing left from Godric's Hollow, your father was sometimes a bit full of himself, so your mum charmed this mirror to be like an overly possessive Moaning Myrtle, she really fancied him, do you know who she is?" when Harry indicated that he did Remus continued, "It used to drive your dad mad, I hope that you don't mind me putting it there?"

Having assures Remus that he didn't mind the mirror Mooney continued, "The alarm was all Sirius's doing, he was getting bored stuck in here all the time so he decided to animate the house and he went around making it safe for when you came to live here. You must have done something in your room that alerted the house to your presence and all of the safety devices will therefore become active, very few spells will be permitted in most of the house. All of the Order has been informed so if they land in a cell it will be their own fault, oh and you can give people either temporary or semi permanent permission to override them as well, ok."

"Sounds good to me, 'House I hereby give Remus Lupin permission to turn off the alarm bell permanently,' is that correct?"

"Did you feel the surge of magic?" Remus asked.

"Yes I did," he answered smiling, "let's go and find the twins."

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The pair made their way down into the cellar Harry saw that there was a large open space with what looked like a solid concrete floor he was reconsidering where to put the exercise weights; Dudley had often sounded like he was coming through the ceiling. He saw that the twins were in two cells separated by two unoccupied cells, "Can I give you permission to do this?" When Remus nodded Harry said, "House I hereby give Remus Lupin permission to open these cells permanently."

Remus smiled, "Right you two let me warn you again, if you find yourself incarcerated here three times, that is another twice then the house will ban your entry. Quite simply that means that you will not be permitted entry to the house and if one of you is doing something and the other is keeping lookout or you both plotted it then you are both guilty. 'Cells one and four release your prisoners'."

The twins came out looking quite worried and one of them, Harry wasn't quite certain which, asked him, "Is he serious?"

With a grin he answered, "No he's Remus it was Sirius who fixed the protection wards and the penalties."

Remus grimaced at Harry's pathetic pun and as they were going back up to the kitchen he decided to add more joy to the twins' day, "It is also possible for Harry to give someone, like say Ginny, permission to prank you without you being able to prank her back."

"Bugger!" said the twins together.

"Fred and George mind your language." It was their mother.

"But have you heard these rules?" one twin asked, horrified.

"I have read all of the rules and the rational behind them and they have been available for you to read for months, if you haven't bothered it is your problem. I must say that I am in complete agreement with them." Molly said with a look of smug satisfaction.

"What was the rational Sirius used?" Harry asked.

"His thought Harry," Remus said, "was that the twins were no longer amateur pranksters and as professionals they were fair game and us poor amateurs needed protecting from them. Also he frowned on them pranking non professionals so he decided to level the score, all in all I think that he did a pretty good job."

"House I hereby give Remus Lupin permission to prank the twins whenever he wants to."

From the expression on their faces it was obvious that the twins knew they were in trouble.

"So what was the state of Privet Drive?" asked Harry.

Immediately Molly's demeanour changed and she said bossily, "I am afraid that is need to know information Harry and you are not a member of the Order so you will have to leave whilst we discuss it."

The Headmistress had a slight smile on her face; she seemed to anticipate what was coming.

"Photographs of Privet Drive will probably be plastered all over the front of tomorrows 'Surrey Gazette' however secret you might want to keep it and I am not interested in the orders little games." Harry was just getting started, "I was simply wondering if there was anything left but don't worry I have other ways of finding out. If you want an order meeting then you had better go to the dining room, you will not lock everybody else out of the kitchen whilst you have your chin wag."

Molly was now steaming, "Who do you think you are? We have always met in…"

"Silence!" This was not magic, it was command, Harry had silenced her with a word, "This is my house and therefore where the Order meet's in it is up to me; in future all order meetings will be held in what is now the dining room. The kitchen will not be locked off by you or anyone else, but you are all welcome in here and if you are talking in here then the discussion is open to everyone in the house.

"As to who do I think I am? I am the one who has spent the last year hunting Voldemort with Professor Dumbledore. I am the one who will spend however long it takes, with those who themselves choose to come and I accept to come with me hunting Voldemort until either I kill him or he kills me.

"How the hell do you bunch of ninnies expect to fight Voldemort when you can't even stand the name? A history lesson given to me by Voldemort himself one of the times I met and survived Voldemort and if I remember correctly I also killed a seventy-foot Basilisk on that occasion."

Harry was deliberately repeating Voldemort's name to upset most of the order.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle had a Muggle father but his mother who was a witch was the last heir of Salazar Slytherin, he was born in an orphanage in London, his mother died in childbirth. He was Head Boy of Hogwarts in 1944/45 I believe, it doesn't really matter. His mother was quite ugly and she trapped his handsome Muggle father using a love potion, when she became pregnant she let the potion laps and Tom Riddle, the father, went back to his Muggle parents in what is known as 'the Riddle House,' in Little Hangleton."

With his wand Harry drew the name, 'Tom Marvolo Riddle,' in the air, he had practiced for this moment, he flicked his wand and the letters rearranged themselves into 'I am Lord Voldemort', there was a gasp around the room.

"What does it feel like to be afraid of a sodding half blood anagram?"

He turned to his elves and asked very pleasantly, "Please what time is dinner Dobby?"

"It will be about three quarters of an hour Mr Harry Potter sir, I will calls you."

Harry thanked the elves and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the door wide open; he went up the stairs and stopped on the ground floor landing just out of sight then he listened.

He was pretty certain that Mad Eye was watching him when he said loudly, "You really screwed that one up Molly and I don't know about you lot but I learned a few things."

"Was he telling the truth?" that sounded like Kingsley's voice.

"I believe so, he was with Dumbledore out of the castle quite a few times last year and he probably knows more about you-k…Vol…Voldemort than anyone other than the evil beast itself." That was McGonagall, she said Voldemort well done.

"So what are we going to do to help him?" that was definitely Tonks, she was forgiven for her earlier unladylike behaviour.

"Help him? Why should we help him to chase after that monster? We should lock him up and keep him safe." Molly would either have to let up or she would have to go, she was just too stifling.

"I know what you mean dear, so we will ask Harry to stay at home and be safe, I am sure he won't mind, so who is going to fight Voldemort?" Arthur, always the voice of reason.

"There is a large room at the top of the house, with the addition of some protection charms it could be used for training him and those who are going to be with him." Remus.

"I'll help!" Professor Flitwick sounded eager.

"And Me." Four voices together sounded like the Headmistress, Tonks, Kingsley and Mad Eye. Harry left as they were still carrying on and he went on up the stairs to his room; his outburst had had the desired effect.

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"Winky." He called.

"Yes what is it Mr Harry."

"Did you put all of the things away out of my trunk and buy these very nice clothes?"

"Yes Mr Harry, I's dids it and I's was using the moneys in the houses jar but their wasn'ts very muches left."

Holding his moneybag upside down over the desk he said, "One thousand Galleons." A thousand gold coins dropped onto the desk and he continued, "Can you put these in the house jar please and tell me when you need some more? I will ask you if I need some more clothes, I am glad that you didn't get me any grey boxers, I do not like grey underwear and thank you Winky."

"I's is yous elf so's yous don't needs to thanks me. Buts it is nice." The smiling little elf said as she picked up the money in the fold of her apron and disappeared.

He put his money bag into his pocket then he picked up the cigarette packet and the training manuals; he went back down stairs and walked around the order members in the kitchen then down to the cellar, where he put the cigarette packet on the floor on top of the pile of books.

When he tried to transfigure an old rug into a large gymnastic mat it wouldn't respond so he checked it thoroughly and decided that it was probably a magic carpet; so he rolled it up carefully and put it out of the way in a corner.

Looking around he found the room where Remus went at the full moon, the wine cellar as well as an old sheet and some pieces of wood and a couple of bricks, this was more like what he was looking for.

But before he could do anything with them Dobby came and called him for dinner.

When he came up into the kitchen most of the order had left, McGonagall, Tonks, Flitwick and Remus were the only ones who remained and he joined them at the table.

Whilst they were eating their dinner Remus asked quietly, "Was all of that true?"

"Well," he said with a small smile, "I never took a time out to actually measure the Basilisk so that was only a guess, but all of that crap about Voldemort is true and I know a load more, but it depresses me."

"What can we do to help?" the Headmistress asked. "Oh and by the way there is basically nothing left of the house in Privet Drive."

"Houses don't really matter, I will have it rebuilt when Voldemort is gone. Who's going to lead the Order now?" he asked.

"It looks like that honour has fallen on to our beloved Headmistress." Professor Flitwick replied.

"For your information Dursley has gone to work for one of my concerns in central South America, if anyone need to know exactly where just ask. Molly shouldn't ask questions like that, she was in a room full of people some of whom I have very little knowledge of, I trust her but I cannot tell the room in general that I do not trust some of the people in it, especially when it is only because I don't know them.

"Enough ranting, we are going to need training, probably in all kinds of things, Occlumency is fairly urgent, besides that offensive magic springs to mind, but as to other things it might be best to await the awakening of the Headmaster." He continued, "But at the moment I wouldn't mind some help in the cellar?"

"Who do we know and trust that can teach them Occlumency?" Remus asked.

Professor Flitwick pondered, "Why don't you try Griselda Marchbanks wasn't she the president of the Occlumens Registration Committee for about eighty years, do you think that she would teach them? She is absolutely trustworthy."

Smiling the Headmistress said, "What a very good idea Filius, actually I think that it was nearer ninety years she was their president. I will ask her as soon as I can, I believe that I have a meeting with her in two days and don't worry Harry I will have a firm word with Molly in private."

The five of them had finished their dinner so they trooped down to the cellar and Tonks said, "So you've taken up smoking then?"

With a smile Harry answered, "All will be revealed soon, I was thinking of making part of this into an exercise room but when I tried to transfigure this," he showed them the carpet, "I couldn't change it at all. Is it a magic carpet? I know that they are illegal now but the Blacks could have had one for years."

The tiny Professor cast a charm on the carpet causing it to it glow blue, this seemed to get him excited and he cast a whole series of other charms on it getting more and more animated but suddenly he looked disappointed and told them, "It has a password protected owners lock on it, if we try to remove it, it will loose all of its magic and it is a very good carpet, it has both invisibility and passenger shielding charms."

Harry managed to get the first question in, "What is a passenger shielding charm?"

"It creates a kind of a bubble around the carpet so the passengers don't get blown away or drowned by the weather." The professor seemed delighted.

Remus said, "I have seen the instructions on a scroll somewhere with the password, I will try to find them again tomorrow and it is not illegal to own one although it is illegal to use, buy or sell them in this country."

"So what about this exercise area?" Tonks asked.

"I thought about having it at this end," Harry said picking up the cigarette packet, "but it should be walled off and it would definitely need more light." He put the miniaturised pieces on the floor and expanded them to a tenth of their full size, so that it was easier too see just what equipment they already had.

"How did you do that?" asked Professor Flitwick.

Harry looked blank, "Do what?"

"Partially expand miniaturised objects, we don't even teach that in seventh year."

He grinned, "If you suggest to Hermione that you want to learn how to shrink and expand things, you learn how to shrink and expand things." Then he did a passable imitation of her voice, "This book was in the library Harry it's much better than the sixth or seventh year text books, do you want to learn this as well Ron?" Then in a deeper Ron type voice, "I'd love to Hermione, but I've got to read up on these Quidditch plays for the match against Slytherin."

Back in his own voice he continued, "I was then treated to a whispered diatribe about her being perfectly well aware that we had played Slytherin two weeks previously, being Hermione she was absolutely correct and I wouldn't have her any other way. She's a godsend."

Whilst everyone was laughing at Harry's impersonations Tonks had expanded the pile of books, "I've found a book here called 'Organizing Your Home Exercise Room,' and it has some pictures and diagrams, we've got acres of space."

With the skills on tap the exercise room was soon completed, a major surprise to Harry was when Remus called Dobby and the little elf did the lighting for them.

It was practically midnight and Harry was leading the five of them up the stairs out of the cellar when a chime sounded…

Dong…Dong…Dong…

"Incoming in the Hall!" Remus shouted.

Remus hadn't even finished speaking before Harry had his wand out and was going up the stairs as quickly as he could shouting, "Chime stop".

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