Harry Potter is not mine, nor will he ever be so. I you cannot get this by the seventh chapter, then I must be doing something wrong. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Seven.

What Happens in Harry's House

This is in Hermione's point of view.

There was a stunned silence in which I did not know whither to laugh or cry. Yes, those inferable twins were like that sometimes. One moment they would be funny, cracking their jokes right and left, but then they have to go and get serious on you. And then you would not know what to do about them. This moment seems to be a mixture of the two.

"So, Hermione? Do you know what are we going to be doing today?"

Ron's voice had broken through the silence.

I glared at him.

"Why do you have to ask such stupid questions? Ronald? We are going to clean."

"Do we all have to clean? What about Harry? Does he have to clean as well?"

"Everyone has to clean Ron. And yes, even Harry has to."

Lupin looks rather weary when he said that, I thought to myself. Maybe Ron and my arguments were getting on his nerves. And Tonks had not said a single thing since we had come here, or knocked a single thing over for that matter. That was defiantly strange.

There was a collection of sighs and groans from the group, the biggest ones coming from Ron and Tonks, who both clearly did not like to clean anything if it could not be helped. Ron, in particular did not like to clean because he was underage and was not allowed to use magic, while Tonks was so clumsy, she just made a bigger mess, magic or no magic. I laughed to myself at that thought.

"But," Lupin continued, "Since we have removed most of the dangerous items, not including some of the books in the library Hermione, it should be much more fun, and easier to complete. We will just be cleaning the overall house… cleansing the house of all this filth that has been gathering up for who know how long."

"Cleaning? Fun? How the bloody hell can cleaning be fun?"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! What would your mother say?"

"She would probably tell him to watch his bloody language," Muttered Fred.

"I heard that Fred." Ron gritted out. "And if I am not mistaken, mum has used that line plenty of times with you and George, so watch it!"

"Keep me out of it you two." George put in good-naturedly.

"But how can cleaning be fun? It never was before, and I do not think it will be now."

"Ron! Do not complain! It is not supposed to be fun."

"Why does he have to say that sort of thing? Complaining that cleaning is not fun. It is not suppose to be fun! Honestly, Ron really irritates me at time."

I kept on ranting to myself until I heard my name being called.

"Hermione."

I looked up to see Lupin looking intently at me.

"Oh! I am sorry Professor! I was not listening! I do not know what is coming over me, I am not myself today!"

"That is just fine. Now, Hermione, this cleaning might be more fun then you might realize, you know. With many of the dangerous objects gone, we should have an interesting time with some of the safer items. If you would like, you could work I the library, maybe there is a book that Harry could lend you."

Lupin then turned to Fred and George, who were staring off into space, bored by the conversation that was going on at the moment.

"You two." The twins jumped. "I believe that I may be able to find several of the Marauders products, as well as booklets of many of the spells they used for pranks. If I remember correctly, there are several copies of each of their books, somewhere in the library. I believe that they are called," here Lupin stopped to think, "Oh yes, Moony's Remedies, Padfoot's Properties of Pranks and Jokes, Prong's Guide to Amusing Concoctions, and Wormtail's Collection of Useful Spells and Potions."

"You are not kidding us, now are you Lupin?"

"For if you are…"

"We will know."

"Fred, George, of course I am not pulling your legs." Lupin spoke up with laughter in his voice to Fred and George's excited gabber.

"Its as true as the hair on your head is red."

With several more laughs, we all got se to clean. I still did not believe that cleaning could be fun. At least, not in the way Professor Lupin was speaking about. How very wrong I was. Soon after that, we were to be found cleaning some of the many rooms in the vast surroundings of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Ron and Harry had decided to work on several of the spare bedrooms on the forth floor. I believe that they might have thought that they could find some sort of treasure hidden up there. I snorted when I thought again about their enthusiasm in going into those rooms. How could there be anything of interest up there? Meanwhile, Tonks and Proffeso—I mean Lupin are somewhere in on the second floor, supposedly cleaning. But knowing Tonks, they might as well be doing something more time worthy, as she was so terrible with the household spells. I knew that they were having problems with this because occasionally, her voice could be heard voicing some very colorful language, which made me cringe, and the twins, who were helping Ginny and I, glow with a mild sense of pride.

"Ginny? Could you hand me those books over there?" I asked suddenly.

As we were working in the library, Ginny and I had been organizing some of the books, with the twins cleaning several of them with magic. (It could not be done any other way, and besides, they were legally considered adults, although they rarely acted that way.)

I had just taken the small pile of old and musty books, all on a complex form of blood magic and bonding from Ginny when something nearly made me drop them, in spite of myself.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Ron's terrified scream burst through the sudden silent house. And he kept on yelling…

"Almost like a girl would," I mused to myself, before setting down the books on one of the tables near me, and turning to Ginny.

"I wonder what is going on with him."

To Ginny's bemused look, I asked another question.

"Does Ron always scream like that?"

Still a bit bemused, Ginny answered.

"He has not screamed like that in a very long time. He only does that when he sees something terrifying… like a spider or an imaginary monster."

"Well, lets go find out what is scaring our little Ronniekins now."

Fred and George were grinning madly, clearly plotting something drastic.

"Well…" I mused, "I also would love to see what is making him scream like that. But, you two, nothing too nasty, ok?"

"We would not dream of doing that Hermione," Was the twins' reply. They sounded like their birthday had come early.

Well, lets just go and find out.

What we found totally surprised us all.

Ron was holding and staring transfixed at what looked to be a very dusty crystal orb, apparently terrified by what he saw.