Reunited

"Hermione we're here!" Ron yelled up the spiral staircase at Hermione. He dragged Harry to the dinning room, propping his still body up in front of a plate of roast beef and a frothing glass of butter beer.

"Coming!" Hermione yelled from upstairs.

The steps and floorboards of 1041 Stonewich Drive creaked as she skipped down to where she had heard Ron's voice.

"Hello Harry! Why, you're looking rather-"

"RON, what did you DO?"

"Well, uh, uh-" Ron stuttered. "It wasn't really what I did, it's probably more of what I didn't do."

"Oh come on Ronald!" Hermione scolded again, noticing Harry's swollen arm, twisted when he fell on the nightbus. "You couldn't even get him an ice pack!"

"This is what I warned you about Hermione!" a cheery voice echoed from the kitchen, making Ron groan.

"Mom!"

Mrs. Weasley was soon seen scurrying out of the kitchen, ice in hand.

"Well it is true dear, you're really a fool when it comes to high pressure situations."

Ron's face was cherry red, ashamed to admit to himself that he still needed his mother after all he'd been through. Initially, he had protested adamantly against the idea of buying a house in London with his parents, but Hermione had persuaded him that it might be a good thing, and he saw the perks of it himself almost immediately after he caved. Nothing could beat the cooking of Mrs. Weasley's steady wand.

Harry slowly began to come around as the ice was applied to his sensitive arm, groggy and slow to react.

"Wha, what's happening?"

"Nothing to worry about dear," Mrs. Weasley soothed him. "We have Arthur watching all the kids at your house. Just us four here."

"Here, here where?"

"Well I suppose you could call us what's left of the Order of the Phoenix," Hermione said. "After everyone else retired or decided they weren't needed or-"

"Well it's just us now. But this is our new headquarters. 1042 Stonewich Drive. We thought the name was sort of fitting."

Looking around, Harry smiled, "It's perfect."

The inside of the house was almost an exact replica of the Burrow and Grimmauld Place, combined together in one chaotic but beautiful collage of furniture, color schemes, and relics of a time gone by. A couple details here and there weren't spot on, but it was better that way - it meant this didn't all happen by magic. It was just hard work and memory.

Now that Harry was fully alert, Ron cleared his throat. "Well, hey, it's good to see you mate."

"Yes, I think we've already reacquainted ourselves quite nicely," said Harry, in remembrance of Ron's heroic, yet somewhat flawed plan to rescue him from his would-be assailant.

And then they hugged. The three of them - plus Mrs. Weasley of course - were finally back again.

Hermione had to force tears back, fanning her eyes with her hands. "It's great to see you again Harry."