A.N. This one happens some point after Harry gets to Grimmauld Place.
Harriet lay on her bed, in the large bedroom that she was sharing with Hermione and Ron's younger sister Ginny. She had been unable to sleep. Voldemort was creating an army. The Ministry were complete and utter fools. And there was the fact that Voldemort was after something. Something valuable - something that could help him.
It had to be powerful, Harriet was sure of that. It was like Voldemort was addicted to it, the more power he held the more he wanted. And he would do anything to get it. That was another thing Harriet was sure of. Voldemort had proven that much, considering the lengths in which he had gone to, to make sure Harriet got through the Triwizard tournament tasks.
"Harriet, you awake?" Hermione whispered into the dark.
"Yeah, I'm awake," Harriet replied, she heard Hermione turn herself over and Harriet followed suit, turning herself to the direction to where her other best friends bed was.
"I know you're really angry, with us, and you have the right to be -"
"It's OK, Hermione," Harriet said.
"But unless we talk about it, then you might feel like you can't trust us, and I really don't-"
"Hermione, you think too much," Harriet said, "This is why Ron and I have rules. Even though it felt like our rule number three had been broken." Rule three was a good one as far as Harriet was concerned; nothing important was kept from her. "I know it must have been more complicated then that for you both, so what's done is done. Let's just get on with the cleaning tomorrow."
"Don't let mum hear you sound that happy about it, Harriet," Ginny whispered. "She'll give us more."
Harry laughed. "OK, I'll contain my excitement in front of your mother."
"I've missed this." Ginny said softly, "the three of us."
"Me too," Harriet replied, and she meant it, there was nothing better to take away the blues, frustrations and everything else then a good girly chat. "So is there anything I've missed out on?" Now this question was not actually about all that been going on at head quarters, but things in general.
"George's got a crush."
"No way!" Harriet said disbelievingly.
"Umm umm." Hermione said. "He's been a lot quieter."
"And when he thinks no one is looking, he has a stupid grin on his face."
"That's not a lot to go on, you can hardly say that he has a crush from that." Harry said.
"We can." Ginny said, "Because Fred teases him about it, when he catches him."
Harriet giggled. It didn't matter who this mystery girl was to her, as long as she was nice. The thing about George was that no matter how much, he and his brother Fred like to mess around and do pranks. George could be sweet and thoughtful, or he was at least to Harriet, Hermione and Ginny of course. The twins were good looking, they did not have the lanky height like Bill, Percy and Ron had. They had a muscular build to them, and Harriet liked the fact that at least some of the members of her favourite family did not tower over her. Harriet had been able to tell them apart from her very first-year, a feat few could do, Harriet shook her head, it would do her no favours thinking of George in admiration, it would be disastrous. And there was rule number nine. But while she was on that trail of thought, she might as well see if anything else had happened.
"And what about Ron, Hermione," Harriet asked as calmly as she could master, "You've been here all this time with him, any news there?"
"Not really," Hermione said, "though we've been here, it's hardly like we get time alone, with the twins popping up when ever they can. But he has been a lot politer and more thoughtful towards me."
"He's even manages to swallow his food before he talks," Ginny said, "I swear you're the only one that understands him, when he does that anyway."
Harriet shook her head, she most probably was. Didn't mean she agreed with the disgusting behaviour. "Many years of growing up with Dudley Dursley, be grateful that it wasn't him you had to put up with all these years Ginny. Dudley's a lot worse, more so then Crabbe and Goyle."
"Eww." Ginny said, "I thought it couldn't get worse then Crabbe and Goyle. I'd take Ron's behaviour over that any day."