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"Wow! Now that that is taken care of, let's go get your stuff Serena." Tonks said trying to get the image of angry Dursleys out of her head.

"It's all packed! I just need to get it out of my room!" Serena smileing more than Harry had ever seen her smile in the five years he was at Hogwarts.

"Harry! You're here!" Hermione came squealing down the stairs of Number 12 Grimmuald place. "How was your summer?" Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth when the words finished slipping off her tongue.

"Oddly amusing." Was his answer.

"Harry dear! Thank goodness you made it! I was beginning to worry about you!" Mrs. Weasley came running up to them, pushing Hermione out of the way to give Harry an even bigger hug than the one he had just received.

"We have already done all our school shopping," Mrs. Weasley started to explain, "and I used Ron's' list to buy all your supplies. I didn't know your robe size or anything like that so just send me an owl when you get to Hogwarts if you need anything."

Ron came up behind his mother. "Mum! He hasn't been here even five minutes and your talking his ear off!" Harry could tell that his hair was getting longer "Hey Harry! Who is that?" Ron gestured towards Serena.

"Finally somebody noticed! Anyway, didn't you know she was coming?" Harry turned to look at Serena who had turned beet red.

"Mum has been keeping us out of all the Order business again" Ron whispered rolling his eyes.

"Serena! I'm so happy your here!" Mrs. Weasley walked over and gave Serena giant hug too.

"Help...me!" Serena whispered to Ron, gasping for breath.

"Mum! MUM! That's enough!"

After being at Grimmauld Place, the first day of school finally rolled around. Serena had been entranced with her father's old home. Spending the mornings trying to communicate with her grandmother's portrait, and the afternoons just walking around the house until she knew like she had grown up there herself. The one thing that boggled Harry's mind though was that she would lock herself up in the room she, Hermione and Ginny were sharing and wouldn't come out until a few hours later. Harry once asked Hermione what she thought Serena was doing up there and all she could say was that she must be sad or something because this house used to be her fathers.

It was only four in the morning when Harry woke up with something sitting on his chest.

"Kreacher! Get off me!" Harry shot right up, pushing Kreacher off of him and then turning over, his back facing the house elf.

"Harry Potter! Get up! Kreacher says get up!" Harry heard little feet running around the bed to the side where Harry was facing.

"Go away Kreacher! I don't want to speak with you!"

"Kreacher has something important! If you hurt Mistress Serena in any way, I have permission from Mistress Black to hurt you worse!" Kreacher leaned over and stared into Harry's eyes.

"Oh, I'm so scared! What could you do to me?" Harry's words were dripping with sarcasm. Harry rolled to the other side.

"Don't under estimate me Mr. Potter! I do have orders!"

Harry couldn't fall asleep at all after Kreacher left. Could he really be telling the truth? He thought to himself, The last time I believed him, It cost Sirius' life.

"Harry! Harry! Are you awake?" Ron threw a pillow over at Harry.

"Of course I'm awake! I was awoken by that stupid house elf, Kreacher!"

"Kreacher?" Ron had a look of disgust clearly strewn across his face. "What did that little scum ball want with you?"

"He said that if I hurt Serena that he would hurt me back! Like that would ever happen! The thing is, you can never tell with Kreacher. He may be serious!"

This chapter really sucked, but oh well, I'm gonna keep on writing this story!

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