The denial of Voldemort's return only grew as the days past. There were articles in the Daily Prophet almost every day, and, of course, were full of rubbish.
I continued to get subscriptions from the Daily Prophet to keep up with the Wizarding world. But at this point, I was to stay at number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Black house, until the beginning of the school year with the Weasleys. This was the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix, which is a group of wizards who support Dumbledore and are keeping up with Voldemort's where abouts.

I stepped up between numbers 11 and 13 Grimmauld place, but saw no number 12. This was a Muggle neighborhood, so I didn't know why or how the Order would meet at 12 Grimmauld Place when it wasn't even there.
I stood in the warm summer night for a few minutes, looking around for 12 Grimmauld Place when I heard a voice.

"Here we go." Mr Weasley's friendly voice showed up, and close behind him followed his red headed family, well, most of them.

"Hello, Hermione," Mrs Weasley said kindly, emerging from behind Mr Weasley, "I'm so glad you made it."

"I am too." And behind Mrs Weasley approached a smirking George, who had grown at least an inch since I had last seen him.

I smiled slightly before hearing a swoosh, and I turned around and there it was, number 12 Grimmauld Place, I didn't know how it randomly showed up, but it was there.

"It needed to be disguised." Mr Weasley assured me, "just try not to be seen, there are Muggles around."

I nodded before sneaking quietly onto the house, that looked both old and run down, with many panelings above the door were about to fall off of their hinges. And beside that, there was a window that had broken pieces of glass, and the summer air was swooshing into it and blew the dirty and ripped curtain behind the broken window. Each area of the house looked as though it hasn't been cleaned in at least twenty years. The plants and grass in front of the house were grown up to be almost as tall as Ginny. And behind the plants was mold on the front of the house. It most definitely not pleasing to the eye.

"Hope we don't die of disgust in here." Ron muttered, gagging at the sight of the house.

"Ron, don't be rude," Mrs Weasley said frankly, "no one has lived in here for years, of course it's not going to look as nice as most places."

Mr Weasley knocked rhythmically on the door, and the door creaked, and a wild eye approached behind it.

"Who is it?" Croaked the voice, his eye swiveling all around.

"It's Arthur, Alastor," Mr Weasley said quietly, trying to not disturb the neighbors.

The door shut and I heard a clinging of the chain that had been keeping the door closed, and it swung open. And as it did so, I noticed a round man with disheveled grey hair that touched his shoulder, a regular eye as well as a wild one, that circles around in its socket, scars on his cheek, and one of his legs wasn't a real leg, but a wooden one. As I looked at him carefully I noticed him as Mad-Eye Moody, only I had never met him, I met the one impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr., the real one was locked in a trunk in Crouch's office, but obviously wasn't anymore.

"You're Mad-Eye Moody. The real one," Ron exclaimed as he stepped through the door, nearly missing a hole that was right in front of him.

"That's right, no Death Eater is pretending to be me anymore. And I must say, it's nice to be out of that trunk, it was quite uncomfortable," Moody said with a couple soft chuckles from Ron and Ginny.

Moody looked out the door to make sure that no one was looking. And once he saw that the coast was clear, he shut the door.

I stood there, looking around, and the inside wasn't any better than the outside, with a few places where the wall paper was peeling off. And down the hall were... Elf heads!

I gave a quick gasp, "That's awful!" I screamed, looking utterly disgusted.

"Yeah, the Blacks weren't the nicest people," Moody stated in his grouchy voice.

"Well, not all of them," said a familiar voice, who emerged from the shadow.

He had a sunken face and looked quite tired, but he was smirking. His hair was dark, messy and long, less tidy than Moody's hair. His clothes looked slightly dirty and wrinkly, but it was better than a prisoner's outfit. It was Sirius Black.

"Is this your house, Sirius?" Ron asked questionably.

"Well, it was, until I was kicked out when I was sixteen for being a blood traitor," he muttered with a soft sigh, leaning against the dirty wall.

"Why? What happened?" Ginny asked eagerly.

"Well, you see, my family was pure-blood, and they all were sorted into Slytherin, where I was sorted into Gryffindor. I never agreed with them anyway. They hated mud-bloods," Sirius said, looking sidewards at me, making me kind of nervous, "but I didn't. And when I was sixteen they had had enough of me, so, they kicked me out."

"What happened then?" Fred asked, interested.

"The Potters opened their home to me. Nice folks, they were," He said smiling, "Anyway, let me show you to your rooms."

We all followed Sirius down a long, dark hall, and as we stepped through, and ear-piercing scream emerged from a portrait of an old witch and everyone plugged their ears almost instantly.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!" Yelled the portrait.

"I would like you all to meet my mum," Sirius said, but most didn't hear him what with the yells, "you must always be quiet around her. She's not very friendly."

"YOU BLOOD TRAITOR-" she stopped yelling as he covered her portrait with a maroon sheet.

"Shall we?" He said with a quick smile before starting to walk again.

"Remus! That's impossible, you know. Dementors in-" yelled a woman's voice, but it was stopped as we stepped through the door and into what looked like a kitchen.

We looked at the girl who had pink spiky hair, and her mouth was still open, for she was in mid conversation before we interrupted her.

"Guys, this is Nymphadora-" Sirius started before she quickly interrupted.

"Don't call me Nymphadora! It's Tonks," she corrected.

"She only goes by her surname," Sirius explained.

"Nice to meet you," she said, shaking our hands vigorously, one at a time. And when she did, her hair turned purple.

"Whoa..." Ron said, looking in awe at her hair.

"You're a metamorphmagus?" I asked, uncertain.

"Yep! Can change my appearance any time I please. Which is good for when I'm having a bad hair day," she said kindly.

"Wicked. How do you become one of those?" Fred asked.

"You don't," she replied, Fred looking dissapointed.

"So like a werewolf kind of thing?" Fred asked.

"Not exactly," said a voice from the other side of the kitchen, "people are born metamorphmagus, unlike werewolves who are bitten and stuck that way."

"Remus is always a stickler," muttered Tonks with a smile.

"Professor Lupin?" I asked with a smile as I noticed him

"That's right Miss Granger," he said with a friendly smile.

And his tall, lean self appeared, but he, like Sirius, looked very tired and worn out.

"Are you staying here too?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Yep, we're not the only ones, you have the whole Order staying," Tonks said.

"The whole Order is staying in this place?" Ron asked, looking at the water dripping from the ceiling.

Sirius gave Ron a hurt look and said, "I tried my best to clean it up around here, but Kreacher isn't exactly a big help."

"Who's Kreacher?" Ginny asked.

"Our house-elf," Sirius told her, and ironically as he finished, a long nosed, hairy eared, barely clothed, old looking house elf appeared from behind us, muttering to himself.

"He doesn't like me very much. He believes in a blood traitor as well as most of my family," Sirius explained, looking disgusted at the old house elf as he left the room, continuing to mutter insults under his breath.

"He's not very attractive, is he?" Ron asked, watching Kreacher leave the room as I nudged him.

"Er-Sirius?" Tonks whispered in his ear.

"Yeah?" Sirius asked quietly at the fiery-haired girl.

"We have a situation- a big one, it's really urgent, we need to talk as soon as possible," she explained quietly.

Sirius nodded before saying, "Uh, Hermione, Ginny, you will be staying on the second floor, first room to the right. And Ron, you'll be staying on the room to the left," He explained, "Fred and George, you'll be staying on the third floor, straight ahead and it's the first door you see. Try to ignore the snoring, that's Mundungus... Or Tonks."

"I don't snore!" Tonks yelled at Sirius, who nodded with a smile before mouthing to Fred and George, "Yes, she does."

"Why do we have to leave?" Ron asked, grabbing the handle of his luggage.

"Because we have a meeting that you lot don't need to be listening to. Now, go on!" Mrs Weasley said, moving us out of the door before shutting it behind us, Ron muttering something under his breathe.

"Too bad we don't share a room, Granger," George said quietly as we sneaked by the witch's portrait.

I gave him an evil look before saying, "Yeah, I would hate to miss out on your sleep talking about me," I said with a small smirk.

George instantly turned his head to Fred and looked at him with a deathly glare, "You told her!" He yelled, grabbing Fred's collar, and Fred threw his hands into the air innocently.

"I didn't tell her anything!" He yelled, afraid.

The both of them looked at me suspiciously and I just smirked wider.

"You two are too easy," I said smartly before walking in front of them proudly.

Ginny and I walked up the stairs and into our bedroom on the right as Fred and George apparated to the top floor. They had been enjoying the ability to use magic ever since they became of age.

Ginny and I walked into the room and we could instantly tell that it was better kept than the rest of the house. There were a few places where the wallpaper was peeling, but not as bad as downstairs. I think Sirius and Kreacher paid more attention into taking care of the bedrooms since people were sleeping in them, and nobody wants to sleep in a dirty bed.
I rolled my trunk to the side of the bed nearest the window. The bed had a quilted blanket with one small coffee stain, but by how it smelled, it had been cleaned. More or less.

"I guess we better unpack." Ginny said before I agreed.
We opened our trunks and began to unpack.

George's POV:

Fred and I apparated up to our room, only he had forgotten his bag, so with a snap and a flash, he was gone. And with another, he returned.
We walked straight forward to a brown and white door (the door had been dirty) and opened the door with a squeak.

"Wow," Fred muttered as we stepped inside the bedroom.

There were two queen sized beds that had surprisingly been cleaned, or at least looked like they were. There was a big window to the right of the room, and to the left was a wardrobe. The wallpaper was an ugly shade of green, and had some light spots to where they had been cleaned. Some of the paper was peeling, but most was not.

"Sweet. At least it doesn't look like the rest of the house," I said with a small laugh as I muttered Wingardium Leviosa and my clothes started to fly out of the trunk.
Fred, who was to my right muttered Alohomora and the wardrobe opened as I carefully placed my clothes into it.

"Isn't it great, Freddie? To be able to use magic?" I asked, leaning with my arms behind my head and onto my bed.

"Yes it is, Georgie. Now let's use it for fun," As he said this, we exchanged smirks and snapped.

And as I disappeared, I reappeared on a bed a floor below. And I felt the springs bounce as I said to the girl who was sitting in front of me,

"Hey beautiful,"

She jumped up off the bed and screamed.

"George! Don't do that!" She said, breathing fast.

I sat up on the bed, "Nah, you'll get used to it."

I looked over at Ginny, who was glaring at me.

"You may be able to use magic outside of school now, but that doesn't mean you can just apparate in our room any time you want," She yelled loudly.

"Granger loves it," I said, smiling at Hermione.

She paused for a minute, looking at me before she said, "You're mental. Why would I possibly want to jump every time I breathe because you suddenly pop up out of nowhere?" She asked, folding her clothes and placing them in the wardrobe.

"You want help?" I asked, jumping off her bed, "Too bad you can't use magic. Well, you can-"

"I'm not going to break the rules and get thrown into Azkaban, or worse expelled," she said, quickly folding now.

"You need to get your facts straight, Hermione," I said, grabbing one of her shirts.

"That's what I've always said!" Ron said as he walked into the room.

"Ronald!" She yelled.

I grabbed the last thing in the trunk and I was delighted. It was the jacket I had given her last year when we were in a fight.

"You kept this?" I asked as she turned around quickly and looked at the jacket that I was holding up.

"Of course I did, what do you think I was going to do with it?" She asked, placing the last item of clothes that she had folded inside a drawer.

I smelled the jacket, and it smelled brand new.

"You cleaned it?" I asked, trying to put it on, but it was too tight, "And shrunk it."

"That wasn't intentional, I liked it being too big, because then it reminded me of the fact that it was yours," she said, blushing slightly, "but once it shrinked, it fit me fine. So I kept it."

She took the jacket from me and tried it on. It looked like it fit quite well. And as she twirled around to show off the jacket on her body, all I could do was smile.

"Okay..." Ron said awkwardly, "So, what do you think they're talking about?"

"Harry, obviously," Said Ginny as she closed to door to her wardrobe.

"Well, yeah, but what? I know he hasn't been able to hear anything about You-Know-Who because of Dumbledore making us swear to secrecy, but what could it be about?" Ron asked, sitting on Ginny's bed beside Fred.

"I don't know, just don't worry about it," Hermione said, taking her pillow with the initials HG stitched on it and putting it beside her other pillows.

"I wish we could tell what they were saying," Ginny said as she took a seat on Hermione's bed next to me.

"Hey, why don't I get to sit on my bed?" Hermione asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh, sorry. Do you want to sit on my lap?" I asked jokingly.

She took the big pillow on her bed and hit me right in the face.

"Just like the old days, eh, Granger?" I asked, leaning back and smiling at her holding the pillow.

Just then, Fred came from behind and pushed her right on top of me.

"Hello," I said, looking down at her. She was bright red as she raised her head up, and she was obviously quite embarrassed.

"There is a way we can eavesdrop-"

"Fred! I am going to kill you," she said, starting on to pounce him, but I grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the room.

"Getting comfortable, were we?" I asked with a sly grin before she smiled and smacked me across the face.

"Ow! Hermione! Stop slapping me," I said, rubbing my cheek.

"Sorry," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

I was utterly confused...

... To be continued...