Thanks for your reviews, guys, I really appreciate it. Ginnyblack, thank you! I had to write the summary very quick (and I'm bad at them anyway). They wont be outside very much, though. TheGenkiGirl, thank you too. Truth be told, I don't really know the genre yet, either…read this chapter to answer your question about this being Harry/Cho. Thank you too, Cornette. Actually, Headquarters' is based on a place I know in RL, just 'magicked' up a bit, y'know? Headmaster Cromwell, I'm definitely continuing. Cho isn't really a decent person, she's just scared. At least that's what I think. I cant seem to get to your RPG at the moment, but I'll keep trying. Kit Kat, thank you. I'll try write longer chapters. Same as above for Harry/Cho. No-body famous, thank you too. Well, Cho may never get to say what she wanted to…And Alex, thank you also.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the other characters.

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Cho looked slightly taken aback at this comment. How was her summer? After what she'd just told him?

"Rotten," she replied, "Harry…I'm really sorry about…about everything! About Marietta telling about the DA and about our date."

Harry looked away, "Yeah. It's ok."

"And…I was wondering, on our next Hogsmeade weekend, do you want to…go back to that coffee shop? Just to kind of redo what went wrong last time…" Cho asked, blushing furiously and turning away.

Harry shook his head, "Cho…" he began awkwardly, "I…um…I don't think it'd work. You still miss Cedric too much."

He was lying, but what could he do? Tell Cho he didn't want to date her?

"Oh…ok, I understand." Cho said, blushing harder than every, "Well…I'll see you around then. Goodbye."

With that, she carried Fawks to his perch and broke into a run for the door. Harry sighed and sat down. An orangy colored cat wandered through the door that Cho had left open and over to him. It rubbed against his leg.

"Hello there," he said to the cat, "I haven't seen you before."

It meowed and jumped onto his lap.

"Who do you belong to, then?" he continued.

It gazed up at him from its pale blue eyes. Then it jumped back down and darted out of the door again, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.

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Harry stayed in the Pet Room for hours. Only when Lupin came ushering him up to bed did he go. He was, again, sharing a room with Ron. It wasn't a match to the other rooms, though. This one was dark purple with a white carpet and white ceiling. There was a light on the ceiling, though it wasn't a chandelier. It was possibly a illusion of the moon, though Harry did not know. There were two beds it in it, one beside the door and one under the window. One had a medium purple cover and the other a silver one. There was a white wardrobe at the foot of the purple covered bed (which was beside the door). There was a painting beside the window. The face was one he knew from Dumbledore's office.

"Hiya, Harry." Ron's voice came from behind him, "I only just got here today, too."

"Good," Harry grinned, "Because I call the purple bed. I don't fancy talking all night to a painting."

Ron groaned, "Fine."

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The next morning they had a long sleep. No one woke them up until they woke up themselves. They got dressed and went downstairs. Ron showed Harry to the kitchen; a large, green room with a black table in the middle. The chairs around the table were black with green cushions on them. There were no windows in the kitchen at all. There was a door leading to a smaller room with smells of bacon and toast wafting through. Harry supposed that was where Mrs. Weasly was cooking.

"Hi, Harry." Said a bright voice.

Tonks and Kingsley Shaklebolt were sitting at the table. Harry knew he hadn't known Tonks all that long, but it seemed to him that she didn't look as happy as last year. Well, she wouldn't, Harry reminded himself, her mother and Sirius were cousins.

Ron and Harry took seats at the end of the table and shortly, Mrs. Weasly came out to them.

"What would you like for breakfast, boys?" she asked happily, "Toast, bacon, eggs, cereal-"

"Toast, please." Ron and Harry said at the same time.

"Ok, I'll be right back." Mrs. Weasly beamed and dashed off and back into the other room.

"Who else is here, anyway?" Harry asked Ron.

"Well, as I told you last night, I'm only here a few hours more than you are," Ron replied, "But Bill and Charlie are here, and so is Cho Chang, Ginny and Hermione. Plus Tonks and Kingsley drop in often. I think Lupin stays here, too. Dumbledore's been here most of the time I have. I saw Mc Gonagall here yesterday, too."

Hermione, Ginny and Cho appeared at the door and walked in together talking.

"Morning." Harry said to them.

"Hi," Ginny said, grinning widely.

Harry noticed Tonks and Kingsley had started talking quickly in an undertone.

"Anyone have an extendable ear?" he whispered.

Ron grinned, "Always." He whispered back and handed Harry one.

Harry listened through it.

"It's unbelievable-she's not plussed by it at all, its like she doesn't care." Tonks was murmuring.

"But she's definitely doing a good job?" Kingsley replied.

"Dumbledore is proud of it." Nodded Tonks, "He says she's doing a better job than Dung."

"Possible-they were both dragged into it kicking and screaming." Chuckled Kingsley.

"But I just have a weird feeling. I mean, I know when-" Tonks began, but Kingsley held up a hand to silence her.

Kingsley turned his head slightly and caught sight of the extendable ear. He winked at Harry.

"Doubt you heard much, mate." Kingsley told Harry, "You wouldn't understand it anyway. Well, c'mon." he said, turning to Tonks, "If we're gonna be overheard here we better get going."

Tonks nodded and followed Kingsley out.

"What were they talking about?" mused Hermione, "Who's doing a good enough job?"

"You got me," Ron shrugged, "Maybe it's one of you three. What are you hiding?"

The three girls looked blankly at Ron. He glared at them, almost as though expecting one of them to turn into Malfoy.

"Ron, we don't know anymore than you do, you idiot." Ginny snapped, "Now let me get some breakfast."

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After breakfast, Harry was told that Ginny, Cho and Hermione were sharing the attic room. Harry was amazed by the amount of rooms there were in this house-apparently, a new one appeared everytime a new person entered the house so they were never short. Around lunch time, they were sitting on the stairs talking.

"Harry, can I have a word with you?" Hermione asked, then noticing Ron, Ginny and Cho, Hermione added, "In private."

"Ok," Harry replied and followed Hermione to the kitchen, which was deserted.

"Harry," Hermione said, turning to him, "Cho isn't a bad person. Really."

"Your point?" sighed Harry.

"Why don't you give her a chance?" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

"Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt." Harry snapped stubbornly, "And I though she was going out with whats his name? Michael Corner or something."

"She dumped him." Hermione told him, "She really likes you, Harry."

"Well, I don't really like her." Harry replied, still stubborn, "I already told you what happened last time. She started crying about Cedric."

Hermione rolled her eyes again and let out an annoyed frustrated noise. She stormed out of the room.

Harry shrugged and murmured to a white cat which was sitting on the floor, watching him intently,

"Whats her problem?"

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Phew! That one was hard to write…well, does that answer your question about this being a Harry/Cho fic? I hope so! Please review!