Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in the story, J K Rowling does. Usual necessary thing. This is just honest fun?

Prologue:

Harry rubbed his eyes to the normal budding room within the Dursleys. His recurring dreams of facing the always evil Voldemort were slowly losing focus. His scar seemed to be burning less too, which meant that Voldemort was getting tired of them too.

As he flops his head back on the pillow, he remembers the unusual occurrences of last semester. Heaving a heavy sigh, he remembered looking into Cho's eyes on the train. Such determination to avoid his eyes could only mean that feeling was not lost. This memory was pushed away by the look of Sirius as he tumbled into the curtain and out of Harry's life. Nothing could bring him back.

Struggling to push his heavy blanket, he turned over to see a heavily asleep Hermoine in a tank top and pajamas. Harry struggled to put on his glasses as he tried to peace back what happened over the past days. As his brain began to think the worse, he most relieved to see a snoring Ron next to her. Hermoine spun around in a sleep nature to wrap her arm around his waist. Ron woke up startled, but realizing he was too tired to do anything about it, pushed her hand away and turned to the other side. Harry smiled as he gazed upon his two friends. But now to find out where they were…

As his pupils began to dilate, Harry's vision of the room grew clearer by the second. He faced a dull wall where there was nothing left for the imagination. It was a plain room, a very familiar room in fact. He groped his way across the room until he found himself facing a painting with a very weary looking wizard.

"You're up early," grumbled a small voice. Harry's eyes focused on a wizard who Harry finally realized as none other then Phineas Nigellus.

So I'm at Grimmauld Place!! Harry's eyes grew wide in happiness, but then faded into sadness as he remembered fondly of his lat godfather. All the while his eyebrows knotted with thought: Why am I here, and why are Hermoine, Ron, and I sleeping in the same bed? "How'd you know I was awake," Harry asked the portrait.

"Oh I'm always awake this time of the morning. It's always this time of day that I have to go wake up my worthless great great grandson."

Harry was about to object when Ron yelped. He turned around to see what the problem was.

"Why do you keep doing that?!?" shouted Ron, at a sleepy Hermoine.

"Doing what, Ron?"

"Putting your arm around me?"

"I did that?"

"You most certainly did. Blimey."

"Oh who gives a bloody hell Ron," Harry responded, attempting to direct the conversation to find out why they were all together. Unfortunately, Ron paid no attention.

"You would if you were dreaming of spiders!"

"Ugh. Not again…" Hermoine rolled her eyes and turned over to fall back asleep.

But before Ron could do the same, Harry nudged him heavily in the side. "Why are we all here?"

"Boy, you seem to have bad short term memory nowadays… But I'm so tired…"

"Just answer the stupid question."

"Fine. You-Know-Who destroyed your aunt's home when you were at school and they were on vacation, so they moved in a house in the same apartment building. Hermoine and I are with you to keep you company, but the rest of the family lives in a separate room. Luna's interview caused her to be targeted, so now her parents are dead, and she lives here with us, and You-Know-Who also got hold of Umbridge who told him about Cho who's parents are now on the run. NOW GOOD NIGHT!"

Ron turned; only to miss Harry's shocked expression as the information sank in.