Harry had moved away from the Dursley's as soon as his 18th birthday arrived. He'd bought a little bungalow in York with Ivy growing up the outside wall. Ron was lodging with Harry, only until things were safe to go back home, after the Hermione business had died down and his parents had forgiven him for breaking the family clock. After a while his 'good friend' Ron turned out to be a bit lazy. Harry had ended up doing everything, even coming up with cunning excuses for Ron not to go to work. Ron was hooked on the latest edition of Tony Hawks. He'd been at his bungalow for the past three months and hadn't been to work once. He heard Harry leave and then phone rang. Ron paused the game. He answered the phone. "'Ello." He said chewing noisily on cold toast. "RONALD WEASLEY!" The person on the other end yelled. "WHY HAVEN'T YOU REPLACED OUR CLOCK?" "I.umm.I errr..I'll get back to you." Ron hung up and went back his game. The phone rang again and he answered it again. "Ai, Ai!" "AND ANOTHER THING!" His mother yelled. "Why hasn't darling Harry come over lately?" "I err.. You what?" "Tell him he's always welcome! AND REPLACE MY CLOCK!" His mum hung up and Ron had an idea. He dialed in Hermione's number.