Author's Notes: Second chapter in one day doo da doo da. Alright I finally figured out how to get things to become .txt or .doc documents and so i can post like mad, get this at least four chapters today! HUZZAH!

To Grimmauld Place

Well, we're about two weeks into summer holiday. And our holiday is not what I expected at all. It's creepy, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mum woke me up real early this morning, I could already hear the rest of them moving around downstairs.

"Ron, you need to pack your clothes, for the holiday. We're leaving soon."

"Mmmm...Mum... this early? The sun isn't even up yet," I said, falling out of bed. Literally.

"I know Ron, but the Ord-I mean Dumbledore and Moody think we need to leave secretly, and quietly, so no one sees us," she said, pulling my robes out of the wardrobe and laying the on my bed. I pulled on some clothes and pulled out my trunk.

Yeah, secretly, that's why Dumbledore and Moody know, isn't it?

After I packed my clothes and Hogwarts stuff, I headed downstairs where Ginny was whispering to Fred and George. I still don't know what they were talking about, I just hope it doesn't involve me in any way, shape or form. We had a bit of breakfast, Mum and Dad weren't talking at all, Percy was gone of course, the great swot, Ginny kept whispering with Fred, and George kept trying to distract me from listening to them. He resorted to knocking over the syrup pitcher onto my plate, but that's not really a bad thing. I believe pancakes are only an excuse to have a plate full of syrup anyways.

Right after breakfast, Mum levitated all our trunks downstairs and Dad, Fred and George Apparated them one at a time to the place we're going. We flew here. While Dad was taking our trunks, Moody, and a bunch of other real Aurors came! Nymphadora Tonks, her name is so incredibly wierd, Kingley Shacklebolt, this really tough looking black guy, Hestia Jones, Dedalus Diggle, Dad complains about him all the time, how he isn't ever careful about Muggles, and this other guy, I can't remember his name. So anyway they came and kind of escorted us to this really dodgy place near London and Moody handed us each a little slip of paper and we had to memorize it. I actually did.

Then we thought about it and this house just kind of grew out of nowhere. It was really cool. So Tonks runs up and bangs on the door with this snakey doorknocker, and the others yelled and shook their heads and I didn't know why.

Now I know why.

This ancient picture hanging on the wall with this old lady in it started screaming bloody murder about scum and filth and her child being a blood traitor.

Turns out that that old witch is Sirius' mum.

And I thought my Mum was bad.

So now I'm in this dark room, it's got two dusty old beds (when I sat on mine a cloud of dust poofed up), an empty picture frame and I think I heard something moving around just now. Merlin, I hope it isn't spiders.

Mum and Dad filled us in as best they could, they kept looking at each other while we asked question that they then wouldn't answer. When Mum was showing us our rooms, which are on different bloody floors of this huge house, we kept bugging her about why we were there and when I finally complained, "What sort of bloody holiday is this?" She turned on me and goes, "Ronald Weasley, do not use that language or that tone with me, young man," and gives me her evil eye. Her evil eye is the symbol of all that is bad, it might even be on Voldemort's flag.

Except that eye wouldn't be my Mum's of course, probably Voldemort's Mum. She probably never hugged him. Poor Dark Lord.

Pfft! Yeah, right.

So now, like I said, I'm sitting on the bed, which at some point must have housed a dust mop. Anytime I move little dust clouds fly up.

It's also the middle of the night. And Pig is hooting at me.

I've just thrown a book at his cage, nearly knocked the thing over. I think Pig's had a heart attack.

Hoot hoot!

Nope.

-Ron.

A/N: The hoot hoot thing, Ron heard that and thought about it so the book put it down. Yay fuzzy logic! And I apologize for the inconvience of four emails that may or may not go out to you today if you have put me on your email list. Thank you everyone who reviewed and thank you to my HP buddy, Passley for getting me started again. And another note for those of you who remembered that Voldemort's mum died in childbirth, Ron doesn't know that. Ron doesn't know about Voldemort's half-bloodedness and so on, he's just kind of ignorant.

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