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Chapter 2-Shocking Discovery

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The two boys trudged upstairs, still having after-laughs.

"Where were you two?!" asked Hermione, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Go clean the guest bedroom; it's filthy!"

"You sound just like my mum," Ron mumbled so only Harry could hear him.

"Well? What are waiting for? Go!" Hermione screamed, growing impatient.

They walked in the spare guest room, only to find Mrs. Weasley standing in the middle of the room.

"Um...mum?" asked Ron.

"Oh excellent, now you boys can clean the room! I want this room perfectly neat, not a speck of dust anywhere! And no magic!" Mrs. Weasley waltzed out of the room, leaving the two boys a disgusting room to clean on their own.

Ron swiped his fingertip on the top of a table. His fingertip was a solid grey color from the dust. "God, this place is filthy! We'd better get started if we want to finish before we're thirty." He said.

Harry laughed, and started scrubbing the table.

"What a way to spend your break, huh? I thought we were getting a vacation!" Ron grumbled, dusting the bed.

"Don't worry, I've had worse," Harry said. "I'd rather be here cleaning then doing nothing with those muggles anyway."

"I don't know why Hermione is being so bossy though. I mean, she's always been bossy, but did you see her? She was like, screaming at us!" Ron complained.

"Yeah, I noticed that too. Who knows, maybe she has PMS or something," Harry said, shrugging.

Ron had finished dusting the bed, and was now dusting the blue side table. "Yeah," he said laughing, "and you ever mentioned that to her, she'd kill you."

"True," Harry smiled.

"Geez, this table was once light blue! Now it's like...grey!" Ron said. "This is gross, why couldn't everyone else just do it by magic?"

"No idea," Harry said. "I feel like Cinderella."

"Cinder-whata?!" Ron asked, giving him a strange look.

"Cinderella. She was this girl, who was forced to clean by her evil stepsisters. Then, a fairy godmother came, turned her rags into a ball gown and pumpkin into a fancy carriage. So she went to the ball, found her prince charming, got married and lived happily ever after. I've always been able to relate to her. You know, minus the fairy godmother, fancy gown, carriage, Prince Charming, and happily ever after. And you know, I'm not a girl," Harry explained.

Ron nodded, understanding. "So muggles make up these stories?" he asked.

"Yeah. They're called fairy tales. Usually something about a beautiful princess, something bad happening to them, a ball, then finding they're Prince Charming. I have no idea why they're entertaining," Harry explained more.

"Wicked," Ron said, smiling.

"Look! I can do magic without a wand! I have magically turned the table...blue!" Ron said.

Harry laughed. "Now you get to do the drawer."

"Oh, crap." Ron said with a sour look his face.

He opened the drawer, and a cloud of dust flew out. He started coughing, and didn't even notice Hermione walked into he room.

"Are you alright Ron?" she asked.

"Oh...just suffocating...no big deal," he replied, still coughing from the dust.

"Suffocating is not a laughing matter, Ron" Hermione said sternly. "Are you alright Harry?"

"Fine...dirty, but fine. Why?" he asked.

"Oh, just wondering." She replied nonchalantly.

"She wants to make sure you're not going to kill yourself," Ron said. All summer she's been reading this psychology book. She thinks you're going to go on mad killing spree or lock yourself in your room or something."

"I am not! I just want to make sure his troubled adolescent soul is surviving the tremendous amount of grief life has brought him! Of course, someone wouldn't care; he only cares if his best friend can play Quidditch!" she yelled at him.

"That's not true! Harry, I swear that's not true! I was worried, but didn't think you'd go killing people!" He screamed back at her.

"It's okay guys, really. Ron, I believe you. Hermione, I'm fine, really, I'm not going to kill myself. Honestly." Harry said, smiling. It was good to know that while the wizarding world was in danger, his two best friends hadn't changed.

"Well...I came in here for a reason. I wanted to talk to you about something," Hermione said seriously.

"Shoot," Ron said.

"Lupin. He seems awfully lonely. Think about it: his two best friends are dead, and his other friend turned out to be a traitor. He's always around your happily married parents, Ron. Now it seems like everyone else in the Order has a boyfriend or girlfriend. Sirius was the only other single man. Lupin looks so pale and stressed out lately. I think we should do something." Hermione stated quietly.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances. "Hermione..." Harry began gently. "We know you mean well but...I don't think Lupin likes you in that way. Plus, he could be your dad," Harry finished.

Hermione looked shocked "Ew! I don't mean me! I mean we should at least spend more time with him, or find some other friends for him"

"Oh, okay." Ron said, sounding relieved, but before he could say anything else, there was a loud crash downstairs, followed by "Sorry!"

"Tonks," the three said in unison.

"Mrs. Weasley told me to tell you that you guys could come down when that blue table was clean. She likes that table," Hermione said, leaving the room.

"Great" Ron said sarcastically. He looked in the drawer. "Hey, come here! There's pictures!" he said to Harry, who came running over.

"Look, it's Sirius! Who's he with?" Ron asked.

The picture was, in fact Sirius. He looked about sixteen, and was dancing with some blonde chick. "Don't know," Harry said. "Lupin told me he had a new girlfriend every week."

"Here's another...this time, with a brunette. Another, an Asian girl. Geez, how many are there?"

"My parents..."Harry said softly. Underneath the many pictures of Sirius and his girlfriends was a picture of Lily and James. They looked about 17, which meant they were in their 7th year at Hogwarts. James was dipping Lily toward the ground, and she was giggling and laughing with delight. They looked too happy for something so awful to happen to them.

"Keep it. I know Sirius would want you to have it," Ron insisted. "Let's see, any more? Sirius...Sirius...Sirius...Ooh, look a picture of Snape standing alone on the side. I guess they were having some kind of ball, and Snape couldn't get a date...Sirius...Whoa, check it out!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry glanced over Ron's shoulder. Ron blew the dust off the picture. It was yet another of a dancing couple. But this one wasn't Sirius or James.

"It's Lupin! Who's he dancing with?" Ron said.

The girl had straight brown hair, and suddenly it changed to curly and red. She and Lupin were laughing, and then the girl changed to spiky, pink hair.

"Tonks," the two said in unison.

"This is exactly what Hermione was talking about!" Harry exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, looking confused once again.

"I mean, we should get Lupin and Tonks back together! Harry exclaimed with a mischievous glint in his green eye.

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