I finally got around to writing in this story. My other story is reaching the end, so I've been working on it almost nonstop as to get the story out. You probably have a vague idea as to how gripping a story can be and you finish a chapter and want to start the next one.

Anyway, I got nice reviews and I decided that the George chapter will come in a chapter or two. This one just came to me. The view point is solely Ginny's. There is almost no time between this and the last chapter.

Enter Ginny…

I walked up the front steps and opened the creaky door. The door was screaming again, and I soon found out why as I stepped into the entryway. I had to cover my ears to block out the screams of one, Mrs. Black.

Harry was standing back using a cutlery knife to pry the picture off the wall. I stood there staring at his foolishness for several minutes until he saw me, and let the picture hang where it was. He came up to me and gave me a rather warm hug, seeing as he was trying his hardest efforts to peel it off in the dead of summer.

He pulled out of the hug and returned to his work. Apparently, Kreacher had been summoned by Harry. I didn't understand why. He face appeared and he saw me, but chose to ignore me. He walked up to Harry, offering him a glass of water, which Harry drank gratefully, gave back to Kreacher, muttered a thanks, and went back to his task.

He obviously remembered me standing there watching him, and he stopped his work. "Kreacher," Harry said, turning to the elf. "This is Ginny. Make her comfortable, and if she wishes, you may assign her a job that doesn't require too much labor."

Harry turned back to his work as if nothing happened. Kreacher, obviously too happy to serve Harry, turned to me, motioned me into the kitchen, and disappeared through the door way.

Harry, not looking up from his work, said, "Make yourself at home, and you can trust Kreacher now."

"Thanks, Harry," I said, smiling. "Would you mind some help with the picture?"

"I think I'm fine," Harry began, "but as soon as this is done, I'll have some tea with you, unless of course you wish to work somewhere else."

"I think some tea will work, and then I'll ask Kreacher what there is to do." I walked toward the kitchen, wondering why he had had spoken to me so casually. He usually spoke up about things to me, but I figured that he had been immersed in his task, and we would talk later.

As I finished this thought process, I had emerged into the stuffy kitchen where Kreacher sat tending the fire. He pulled out a chair for me to sit down in, which I did, not wanting to offend Kreacher.

Within minutes, I was sipping on the tea, and Kreacher had taken out a list from a cupboard and said, "Miss, there is a list of things that need to be done in the kitchen, and I would much like your help with some of them." He finished, and went to dust a cupboard. I stood up to help him, thinking that I would just sip the tea.

We both worked around the kitchen for a half hour when Harry said, "Well, it's done, but there isn't a wall. I'll need some wood to fix it. She flat out refused to come off the wall, so I took the wall with me."

Kreacher immediately made some tea for Harry and made me another cup, as mine had been finished in the time that I had been cleaning.

Time to switch…

I thought that this vignette where Ginny thought that Harry needed some help, so she went against his wishes to help him. Her help was appreciated, but why did Harry let her work?

I thought this was a good place to end it with Ginny's view point, and go to Harry's view point from there.