A/N: I'm really sorry about that mess up with chaps. 4 and 5 being the same! I changed chap four back to what it's supposed to be so.... You should read it!

Justblue24: Thanks for catching that for me! And, I'm sorry that you were disappointed in chapter five, but it was named "The Meeting" because of the dinner with the Order, not because of Harry and Jax. Harry and Jax's meeting comes in chap. Eight so... just keep reading! (Chapter eight will be up on Sunday)

Jax woke up a couple of hours later, only to look out the window and see darkness. She looked at her watch.

"Twelve thirty? Dammit! I wished I had paid more attention when Dumbledore put that sleeping charm on me."

Jax carefully climbed out of bed, trying not to make a sound. She walked over to her trunk, which Lupin had brought up before she went to bed, and opened it. She took out one of her magazines and went back to the bed. She buried herself in the covers, trying to stay warm. It was awfully cold in her room.

She opened up the magazine, quickly scanning it to see if there was anything worth reading. She flipped it closed and rested her head on the wall. She then remembered what Mrs. Weasley had said earlier that day.

Jax leaned in to the wall, pressing her ear against it. Sure enough, she could hear two voices coming from the next room.

"Harry, have you noticed how odd everybody has been acting around here?"

Jax recognized the voice of Mrs. Weasley's son, Ron.

"Ron, please. You can't go anywhere in the wizarding world without anybody acting weird."

Jax heard Harry laugh and smiled. She liked her brother's laugh.

"I know that, Harry, but everyone has been acting extra weird. Like there's something to hide."

Jax was intrigued by Ron's statement, and pressed her ear up closer.

"I don't know, Ron. What do you think it could be? Another attempt on my life? That's nothing to hide."

Jax's brow furrowed, dismayed by what Harry said.

'Another attempt on his life?' Jax thought. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

"That's not funny, Harry. And you know it. You shouldn't make jokes like that."

"It wasn't a joke, Ron."

"So, what else? Tell me more about your summer. Does dear old Duddykins still quake in fear of you?"

Ron tried to quickly change the subject.

"Yeah, but it's not as much fun anymore. Now that they know I'm not allowed to do magic outside of school, they're not as intimidated. But Moody sure scares the heck out of 'em."

Ron laughed, and Jax joined silently. Moody could scare the heck out of anyone!

"Um, Harry?"

Jax noticed a tone of nervousness in Ron's voice.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Hermione? Like, like her like her?"

"No WAY! Hermione's definitely not my type."

There was a quick pause, and then Harry continued.

"Why? Do you like her?"

There was no answer, at least from Jax's side. She pressed her ear up even closer, trying her hardest to hear what was happening.

"Uh... kinda?"

Jax heard a loud bang, as if someone had just jumped on the floor very, very hard.

"You're not SERIOUS, are you?"

"Um, well.... Yeah."

Jax yet again felt pieces of plaster from the ceiling falling on her head. The dust slowly trickled down into her nostrils, and Jax started to breath heavily, trying to hold back the sneeze that was dying to emerge.

"ACHOO!"

Every dust particle escaped Jax's nose, and although she felt much better, she dreaded what came next.

"Harry, what was that?" Ron asked.

Jax heard Harry, or Ron, cross the room. Then she heard loud steps banging along the hallway.

"Harry! Ron! WHO SNEEZED?"

Jax didn't recognize the voice, but she took a wild guess.

"Hermione, honestly, it wasn't us."

"Oh, you lie, Harry Potter! It wasn't Ginny or I, so who could it have been? Fred and George are in Romania visiting Charlie!"

Jax heard Ron join the conversation.

"Hermione, it was just a sneeze. You don't have to get so heated!"

"Get so HEATED? Ron Weasley, do you realize what time of night it is? It's one o'clock, for heaven's sake!"

"Hermione, if they say it wasn't them, it wasn't them. We should believe them."

Jax heard a second voice she didn't recognize. It sounded like a female Ron.

"Ginny, stay out of this!"

"Hermione, I swear it wasn't us! I'm sorry you were woken up- but it wasn't us!"

"Well, Ron Weasley, who was it, if it wasn't you two?"

Jax felt her body start to sweat. What if they found her?

"Hermione, do you know what is in that room?" asked Ginny.

She pointed to the door beside Ron and Harry's.

"I wouldn't know. Ron? Harry?"

"We don't have a clue. At least, I don't. Harry?"

Harry grew an interested look on his face. He put his hand up to his scar and started to rub it.

"Now that you mention it..."

Jax heard footsteps coming closer to her door. She looked around the room for a place to hide- there was nowhere. She bunched behind her bed, trying to hide as much as she could.

The doorknob started to jiggle, Jax could hear it.

"Dammit... it's locked," Harry muttered.

He ran back into his room and picked his wand up from the nightstand. He came back, pointing it at the keyhole.

"Harry! What are you doing??"

Jax heard Hermione tell Harry off.

"I'm trying to unlock the damn door! Now move back."

"Well, what you're going to do is get yourself right back at the ministry, just like you did last summer! We're only sixth years, Harry. You know we can't do magic outside of school!"

"Shut UP, Hermione! Just let him do it! I know you're just as eager to see what's behind the door," exclaimed Ron.

Harry put his wand down by his side. He knew that Hermione was right. He shouldn't; couldn't do it.

"No, Ron. She's right. It doesn't matter; we'll ask Dumbledore in the morning. It's not worth the risk."

Jax relaxed, relieved that they weren't even going to try to get in. She knew that special locks had been placed on her door, but she still didn't want any trouble.

"Good for you, Harry," Ginny praised.

"But we still don't know who sneezed!"

Ron stomped his foot on the floor.

"Ron, it doesn't matter! We've probably woken up the rest of the house already! Just go to bed!"

Ginny pushed her brother in the direction of his bedroom.

"You women are just... just... IMPOSSIBLE!"

Ron stomped the short three feet to the door.

"He's probably not gonna sleep now, knowing him," Ginny explained.

"Oh well. It's just as good," Harry said.

"How so?" asked Hermione.

"I usually never sleep at night, so it's just as good that Ron doesn't so we can talk. It's better than staring at the ceiling."

Jax smiled, now sitting on her bed. She and her brother did the exact same thing when they had nothing better to do. Stare at the ceiling.

"I'm gonna go try to get back to sleep- Professor Moody promised he'd help me tomorrow with my Potions essay- I'm doing it on Vertiaserum. If there was anyone in the Order who could help me with that, it'd be him."

"Hermione, classes don't start for another week! You're already staring your summer essays?"

Hermione looked taken aback.

"I started in early July! And I would have started earlier if they had sent out the requirements list sooner."

Harry put a hand to his head, and started to rub the area between his eyebrows.

"Look, Hermione, can I just go to bed? I really don't want to talk about homework right now."

"But you said you weren't going to be able to sleep anyways. Why not?"

"Because it's HOMEWORK, Hermione. For the length that you've known me, since when have I enjoyed homework?"

"Well, there's-"

"And Lupin doesn't count."

Nothing came out of Hermione's mouth.

"That's what I thought. Now go to bed, please?"

Hermione just stared at Harry and then turned her back, and walked to her bedroom door, Ginny following close behind. Harry took one last look at the keyhole, dying to know what was behind it. He then turned the opposite direction, and walked into his own room.

As Jax heard Harry's door close, she got up onto her bed and sighed deeply. This was going to be harder than she thought.

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