A/N: Well, here I am. This is a very clichéd story line. Well, it wouldn't have been had I published it before HBP came out, but that's beside the point. This story won't be nearly as long as Chaos. Probly just a few chapters. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing HP descriptive. Everything vague is mine.

Chapter One

If it had been Petunia Dursley who had opened the door, she would have run screaming. As it was, it was not Mrs. Dursley who opened the door, but a young man with untidy black hair (that just happened to look like that of the previous owner) and sparkling emerald eyes (which curiously enough, were the same as the wife of the aforementioned "previous owner"). He looked to be in his late teens, about 17. The boy was laden with bags, though he kept one hand free of them, grasping in it only his wand.

Harry Potter walked into his parents' house and dropped his bags, lighting his wand as he did so. He started moving through the rooms, looking into each one. There was a room at the end of the hall that he felt drawn to. As soon as he entered, he understood why. It was his room.

Or it had been his room. He stood there for a while, just looking and thinking. He didn't know how long he had stood there when he heard it. He heard three loud cracks, followed by three whispering voices. He couldn't make what they were saying. So. Putting out his wand with a mumbled, "Nox". Harry crept silently down the hall to the foyer where he figured the voices were coming from.

"Where is he?" a girl's voice whispered.

"Maybe we beat him here." That voice had been male.

"No," said a third voice, female again, but different from the first. "His bags are here. He's probably looking around."

He recognized that last voice, as the girl hadn't whispered. It was Hermione. And he would bet his Firebolt that the other two voices belonged to Ginny and Ron. Harry sighed and walked out towards the three. It wasn't that he didn't want them there, he did. He had just thought that he would get a little alone time in his parents' house first.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked them tiredly, already knowing the answer.

Ginny chuckled, "Well, since I already know you expected us to follow, I'll just answer the underlying question. We set a ward around your room so that we would know when you left. You can't get rid of us that easily, Harry."

Harry smiled and pulled his girlfriend into a hug. As much as he had tried to convince Ginny (and himself) that it would be too dangerous for them to continue seeing each other, she countered every one of his arguments (with the same ones he had been trying to quash down inside his own head). In the end, he had stopped fighting the glaringly obvious. It was clear to everyone that they still care about each other, and that obviousness made her a target no matter what.

"We tried to give you a little time before we followed, but we didn't want to give you enough to leave here without us," Ginny explained, pulling back a little to look into Harry's face. "If you had, we wouldn't have known where you went and then we would have had to waste a lot of time looking for you."

Harry laughed and swept his hair out of his face. He looked around the room. It was barren but for a table that had a layer of dust a couple inches thick. "Are you guys tired?"

"Not really," Ginny answered immediately.

"I can manage a little while longer," Ron shrugged.

"I'm okay," came the last reply from Hermione.

"Want to help me make this place a little more inhabitable? I don't want to sleep on dust."

"Sure."

The four set about the few rooms. Ron and Hermione working in the main rooms while Harry and Ginny did the bedrooms and bathroom. Ginny went ahead into the master bedroom and waved her wand. The dust disappeared. Another wave and a bed appeared between the two side tables. A flick and two lamps appeared, already turned on. A stab and the bed was made with crimson sheets and a midnight comforter. She smiled at her handiwork. Looking to the walls as she turned, she caught sight of a few picture frames. She walked over to them. They were covered in dust and the pictures were no longer visible. Reaching a hand up, she wiped the surfaces.

"Harry?" Ginny walked out of the room still staring at the picture in her hand. She had known as soon as she saw it Harry would treasure it. She looked up as she entered the other room. Not seeing Harry at first she turned to go, then she saw him, sitting in the corner with his knees drawn up, staring into space.

She walked over to him, quietly so as not to disturb him. He didn't seem to notice her. She knelt down in front of him and he lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just being back here," he answered. He pulled his arms back from his knees and allowed his legs to fall. Ginny moved to sit beside him. "I'm starting to remember some of my life here. Not that there is much to remember. But I'm seeing snippets. Like my mum smiling or my dad laughing. The only clear memory I have is obscured by the curse," he laughed dryly. "Even that, Voldemort had to ruin."

Ginny desperately wanted him to remember happier times. She remembered the picture clutched in her hands. "I found something I know you're going to love."

He looked at her as she handed him the frame. "Where on earth did you find this?"

"In your parents' room. This is just one. There are a bunch."

Her heart lifted as she saw his smile. She leaned against him as he put his arm around her and together they looked at the picture.

"Oy! Hermione! Don't do that!"

Hermione laughed again as she shook the dusty sheet. Ron's red hair was now grey from all the dust they had stirred up. "Not doing nothing!" she cackled, in a way so remarkably similar to Peeves that Ron just looked at her for a moment before cracking up.

"You do realize that you sounded just like Peeves, right?"

"That's what I was going for!"

The chuckled slightly as they went back to work. The kitchen had been easy, just a wave of the wand to get rid of the dust. The living room was another matter. The dust was easy, but they also had to clean the windows and conjure a few things. Among the conjured objects were a couch, two chairs, a new coffee table, drapes for the windows, a TV and stereo system (entirely Hermione's idea) and a mini Quidditch pitch. Surveying their handiwork, Hermione noticed one thing missing. She gave her wand a swish and pictures appeared on the wall.

One was of Harry, Ron and Hermione. It was a collage of pictures of just the three of them from the past six years of school. Another was of the Weasley family and Harry, an honorary Weasley. A third was of Harry and Ginny. One of Sirius and Harry. A fifth of the Marauders, minus Peter, who seemed to have walked out. Occasionally, James or Sirius would flip a bird at someone out of the frame and yell something. The last one, on top of the TV was of Dumbledore.

The two slumped back on the couch and yelled, "HARRY! GINNY! WE'RE DONE!"

Harry and Ginny got up and left his old room. They walked hand in hand to find Hermione and Ron laying back on a new dark blue couch watching TV. It looked much like a muggle living room except for the Quidditch pitch and the moving pictures. Harry walked around looking at the pictures and Ginny pointed at the one of the two of them, "I like this one the best." They all laughed.

Harry walked over to a bare spot opposite the door. He looked down at the picture in his hands. Smiling he hung the picture for a final touch.

A/N: Well, there it is. Can anyone guess who the picture is of? I love reviews, especially those with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you didn't like it-keep it to yourself. If you've got a suggestion-GIMME!

Luv ya!

Kat