Disclaimer: Again, not mine. I did slightly alter the info about secret-keepers to try comply with JKR's website.

Lunaville

Harry awoke to sunlight streaming through the window. Ginny was gone, and he felt strangely bereft. He stooped to pull the sheets up over the pillows to fix the bed. "Not as neat as the house-elves do, but good enough to pass a Mrs. Weasley inspection. Except for that small lump there…" He tugged on the blankets again, trying to find the one causing the wrinkle. Finally, in frustration, he dug an arm under the sheet and triumphantly pulled out a rumpled ball of silky fabric.

"Well, well, what have we here?" He shook it and stared. Silk Snitch boxers. Grinning, he added them to the clothes he'd selected to wear for the day and proceeded to the shower.

Ginny had rapped loudly on the door to her and Hermione's room earlier, and sent messages with her watch that had urgency alarms. Now, armed with her wand, she rapped again to undo Hermione's locking spell and slowly turned the knob. "I'm coming in to get my clothes," she warned. "You'd better be decent. Or at least covered." She shielded her eyes so she could only see her own side of the room as she rummaged through her things for clean clothes. Hearing Ron snore, she automatically glanced over her shoulder, then immediately wished she hadn't. Ron was almost entirely entangled in the sheets, his back facing Ginny with one bare leg thrown over the mess of blankets. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Ginny's eyes narrowed and her lips twitched in a devious little smile. She carefully edged closer, wand at the ready, clothing clutched in her left hand. After a murmured incantation and a few swift wand slashes, she bolted. She raced for the bathroom and threw herself inside, laughing hysterically.

Harry's voice reached her from behind the shower curtain.

"You don't do much for a bloke's self-esteem, laughing at him in the shower." He peered out after shutting off the water.

Ginny had the grace to blush and cover her eyes, though she peeked between her fingers.

"Sorry Harry, I didn't know you were still in here," she giggled. "I'm not laughing at you."

"What's so funny then?" he asked suspiciously.

"Ron," she gasped, howling with unrestrained laughter again. "Tattoo."

Harry sniggered without really knowing why as he pulled his wand and clothes into the shower stall. He levitated his clothing and used a drying charm on himself. "Gin, do you see my shirt out there?" He only heard more giggling in response.

Harry emerged then, barefoot and shirtless, his hair rumpled and damp.

"Drat, I was hoping you'd be wearing just a towel again," Ginny said saucily, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "Still..." Her gaze raked him appreciatively from head to toe. "Very, very nice." Her eyes paused at the barely-visible waistband of a familiar pair of boxers. She moistened her lips as she admired his toned torso. "You're cute without glasses, too," she commented. "Makes your eyes even more green."

"How much more green can you get than 'fresh pickled toad?'" Harry squinted at her, cleaning his glasses with a soft towel. "Speaking of eyes, have you seen my shirt?" He clicked his glasses with his wand and muttered "Impervious."

Now he clearly saw what he'd missed earlier. Thoughts of pickled toads and missing shirts disappeared. Ginny was standing in front of him, brown eyes sparkling and cheeks pink from laughing. Her hands were behind her back, and her dressing gown had come untied. He could see how very little she was wearing underneath. He forced his eyes to stay focused on her face so his brain wouldn't fog up like the mirror.

"How did you get in here, anyway?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're an amateur door-locker. Remember I've had years of practice." She grinned. "My brothers could never keep me out of anything. Not even Bill, and he knows curses that keep tombs locked for ages."

"Yes, your brothers are pretty skilled with locks," Harry agreed. "And, erm, Beater bats." He winced at the thought. "I'm going to start breakfast," he said, opening the door to leave.

"Oh, Harry?"

He turned questioningly… and walked straight into the edge of the open door when she dropped her robe. "You could stay…"

She was giggling again as he swiftly exited, face flushed, swearing under his breath. "She's trying to kill me," he grumbled. "How am I supposed to concentrate on saving the wizarding world with that image in my head?"

He finished dressing and was still rubbing his head halfway down the stairs when he met Hermione on her way up, Crookshanks at her heels.

"Morning Harry," she said. "Hedwig and Pig have returned. Could you get the address for Neville and Luna? Tonks and Professor Lupin are going to go get them."

Harry frowned. "But I'm not the Ssecret-Keeper. Dumbledore was… Who is the new one? Isn't it still under the Fidelius Charm?"

"It's still under the charm, Harry, don't worry," Hermione reassured. "Professor Lupin said Dumbledore left some slips of parchment with the address. They should have been in the box McGonagall gave you with your cloak. You are the legal owner of the house, however, so you can re-do the charm with a new Secret-Keeper.

"Thanks. I'll work on that. Meanwhile, I'll go find Tonks and Lupin so they can get Neville and Luna. Would your parents want to start moving in today instead of tomorrow?"

Hermione smiled gratefully. "That would be nice, Harry, I'll ask them if they're ready."

Tonks and Lupin were in the kitchen, sipping tea. Harry gave them both slips of parchment and pulled out a frying pan, bacon and eggs. Lupin set a stack of plates, cups and flatware on the table, and Tonks offered to make toast.

Harry glanced at Lupin, who shook his head vehemently behind Tonks, his eyes wide. She whirled and he immediately assumed a look of supreme innocence, gazing at the ceiling and pretending to scratch behind his ear.

"Fleas, dear?" she growled. "I can make toast without setting fire to the kitchen, you know." Tonks pretended to sulk as she sat down and went back to her tea. "Although..." She smirked, buffing her nails. "The klutzy routine has got me out of kitchen chores for years!"

Lupin huffed as he evenly toasted sliced bread with his wand. "Are you saying you'd rather starve than clean the dishes?"

"Who needs food? We can live on love." Tonks tilted her head with her hands clasped over her heart and batted her eyes at him.

Harry snickered at her phony romantic tone. He glanced over his shoulder to check her appearance for this particular performance. Long, honey-blonde hair curled softly around her shoulders, and her eyes were huge blue orbs; wistfully soulful.

A loud scream echoed upstairs, followed by pounding footsteps. Mrs. Black's portrait screeched insults as well, adding to the cacophony.

-"FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS BESMIRCHING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!"-

"GINNY, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT!"

Shrieks accompanied curses hurled back and forth.

"Furnunculus!" CRASH

"Avis! Oppugno!" Thwack-thwack-thwack

-"VILE EXCUSES FOR WIZARDING KIND! SHOULD BE WIPED FROM THE FACE OF THE…" -

"Densaugeo!" BOOM

"Tarantallegra!" Tappity-tappity-tap

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Hermione's voice finally exploded over the incredible racket. "Finite Incantatem!"

Ginny careened down the stairs, arms over her head, pursued by a flock of canaries.

Lupin flicked his wand to Vanish the offending birds. "Whose teeth need shrinking after that Densaugeo hex? And why are you practicing your dueling in the hallway?"

Ginny started giggling. "R-Ron…. t-t-tattoo…" She slid to the floor, clutching her stomach.

Harry stared in consternation, pointing his wand at her. "Finite Incantatem!" He looked at Tonks and shrugged blankly. "Thought maybe it was a Rictusempra jinx."

Ron burst through the kitchen door then, wearing pajamas obviously pulled on in haste, inside out and backwards. His eyes were crazed and his hair stood on end. Nostrils flaring, he pointed a long, bony finger at his sister and cried ominously, "I'll get you, my pretty, and your Pygmy Puff, too!" He spun on his heel and stalked back through the door, limping slightly and gingerly rubbing the right side of his bum.

Tonks squeezed her eyes shut, turned her hair to chestnut plaits and transfigured her trainers into ruby red slippers, clicking the heels together. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home… Oh wait, I'm still here. Damn. Oh, I know! I'll be Glinda, the good witch!" She morphed her hair back to long blonde curls.

This is bizarre. Harry felt his head for lumps. He wondered if he had another concussion. He bemusedly went back to tending the bacon and eggs on the stove.

Tonks continued her Glinda impersonation, regally pointing her wand at Remus. "Wicked wizard! You have no power here! Now begone, before somebody drops a house on you!"

Lupin assumed a dueling stance. "Aguamenti!" The blast of water sent her stumbling backwards and she slipped, dropping to the floor. "Hmm." He peered at her closely. "Aren't you supposed to melt now?"

Tonks pounced on him, chortling, "Oho! I was mistaken! You are a heartless lion who needs a brain!"

Hermione walked into the kitchen. She blinked at the sight of her professor and an Auror, soaking wet and wrestling in the puddles on the floor. Ginny was laughing so hard she wasn't making any noise anymore, just convulsing with tears running down her face, trying to catch her breath. Harry was setting breakfast on the table, ignoring the surrounding insanity.

"What did Ron hit her with, anyway?" Harry inclined his head toward his hysterical girlfriend.

"Nothing," Hermione shrugged. "He missed. And here's her wand."

She turned to the adults who were still on the floor, but now wrestling in an rather different manner. "Shall I hose them with ice water? I was hoping they could get Luna and Neville soon, so they can get my parents this afternoon."

Lupin hastily pushed Tonks off of him and stood up. He dried himself, Tonks and the floor with his wand before seating themselves at the table, wearing identical guilty expressions.

"Bit reminiscent of McGonagall, isn't she?" Tonks whispered loudly.

"Think she'll give us detention?" Lupin assumed a worried expression.

Hermione shook her head. "I think everyone in this house has cabin fever. It's summer! We all need to get out and do something."

"Brilliant! Let's go swimming!" Tonks suggested.

"First things first," Lupin said. He quickly finished his breakfast, levitated his dishes to the sink and strode to the door. "I'll have Neville back here in a bit, then you can get Luna, and we'll decide how to best proceed with Hermione's parents."

Hermione turned to face Ginny, who had finally calmed down, though still prone to random bursts of giggling. "How long until your artwork wears off?"

"Artwork?" Harry raised an eyebrow, finally putting two and two together. "Hang on... You gave Ron a real tattoo?"

"Well, just a small one." Ginny grinned. "And in a very inconspicuous location."

"Do I get one too, then?" Harry asked.

"I'll do yours later."

"How long until it wears off, Ginny?" Hermione asked again, a bit less nicely.

"Not long." Ginny shrugged. "A few hours or so."

Hermione walked out of the kitchen, shaking her head and grumbling.

"So it really wears off after a few hours?" Harry asked.

"Well, it might seem to…" She gazed innocently at the ceiling.

Tonks shook her head in wonder. "You know, I went to school with Charlie, but I just never would have believed your parents capable of producing so many little evil geniuses."

Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "Some of us are more genius than others," she said haughtily.

Ron and Hermione joined them and Ron glowered at his sister who smiled brightly.

"That was such fun, Ron! We haven't done that since we were kids."

"You tattooed each other and fought with wands when you were kids?" Harry asked.

"Well, no, just the pranking, chasing and tussling part," Ginny said. "The wands do add an extra element of surprise, don't they?" She munched on a rasher of bacon.

They all piled their dishes in the sink when they were finished, and were just washing up when they heard the front door open.

"Neville!" "How are you, mate?" "Glad you're here!" The teens welcomed their friend with claps on the back and handshakes.

Neville beamed. "Hi Harry, Ron! Nice to see you Hermione, Ginny. You must be Auror Tonks. I've not met you properly. I'm Neville Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you Neville." Tonks reached for his hand, shaking it enthusiastically. "I'd best be off to get Luna then. I'll be back shortly!" Tonks left through the front door as the noise level of friends reacquainting increased.

True to her word, Tonks returned in what seemed like minutes. Luna smiled dreamily at her friends' greetings. "Hello everyone. I was glad to get your note, Hermione. Dad is going to Sweden hunting Crumple-Horned Snorkacks again this summer, but I thought this sounded more interesting."

Harry smiled wryly. Only Luna would say preparing for battle with Voldemort sounds 'interesting.'

Ron and Ginny enthusiastically took Neville and Luna on a whirlwind tour of the house. They dropped their trunks in their new rooms and went to investigate the War Room through the cabinet.

Harry and Hermione discussed afternoon plans with Tonks and Lupin.

"It's a sunny summer afternoon," Tonks implored. "Death Eaters wouldn't dare come outside. They'd get sunburned!"

"Isn't there a pond at the Burrow?" Hermione asked. "Why don't we just go there? Then you can play Quidditch if you want, too. It shouldn't take long to collect my parents."

Agreement reached, Lupin and Hermione left and Harry inquired about whether there were enough clean rooms for everyone to be comfortable. Tonks had moved into Lupin's quarters so Luna could have her room, and Neville had a room down the hall. Sirius' suite had been cleaned for the Grangers.

"There's still another whole floor of rooms we can make ready for the Weasleys, should they choose to stay here as well." Tonks shrugged. "In fact, I believe that's on our training agenda for next week. Remus thinks with all the Dark objects still in the house, it will be an excellent learning opportunity. Cleaning Mrs. Black's room won't be a picnic, that's for sure. It was pretty awful even before Buckbeak moved in. Poor thing, I'm sure he's happier now with Hagrid."

"Have you seen Hagrid lately?" Harry asked in concern. "You know, maybe we should visit him and get ingredients for the Wolfsbane potion from Professor Slughorn while we're there."

Tonks nodded agreeably. "I'll just leave a note here telling Remus where we've gone."

Hermione's parents were sipping tea at their kitchen table when Lupin and Hermione arrived. Lupin shook her father's hand while Hermione hugged her mother. She turned to assist Lupin, shrinking their belongings as quickly as possible and throwing everything haphazardly into a knapsack.

"What's the hurry, sweetheart?" Hermione's mother asked.

"I don't know, Mum, I have just have a bad feeling…" Her eyes widened as a deep gong reverberated through the house. "The wards! We have to go now!" she gasped, throwing the last of the shrunken items in the bag. She grasped her father's arm as Lupin took her mother's, and with pounding hearts, they Disapparated.

At the park near Headquarters, Lupin quickly Disillusioned Hermione and her parents. Tersely, he instructed her to make sure they were really her parents while he secured the area. Hermione asked them security questions and showed them the slip of paper with the address on it. Being Muggles, they couldn't see the exterior of the house, but Hermione assured them it was there. They gasped as they stepped into a house out of thin air.

"Let's get your things up to your rooms." Hermione smiled. "You have unpacking to do."

Kingsley dropped in at Headquarters as the group was preparing to depart for the Burrow. He confirmed that the wards at Hermione's parents' house had indeed been breached, but there had been no evidence of damage. He ordered Hermione to go back with Lupin and Tonks the next day to see if anything was missing, especially personal items like hairbrushes, as hair could be used in Polyjuice Potion.

Hermione refused to let the occurrence change their plans, so the group ate a quick lunch and Flooed to the Burrow, wearing swimming costumes under their clothes and carrying sunscreen potion and brooms.

Hermione conjured a large raft for sunbathing and watched the others playing Quidditch. She pulled her shirt over her head and slipped off her shorts, wearing a simple blue bikini. She smirked when she heard Harry yelling at Ron to keep his eyes on the game. She leaned over the side to check on Luna and Neville, who hadn't wanted to play either. They were swimming in the pond using the Bubble-head charm to investigate the flora and fauna underwater. She watched Luna enthusiastically pursuing something that looked suspiciously like a garden gnome with oddly placed fins. Neville was taking samples of various mosses and seaweeds.

"Why can't life be like this all the time?" she wondered aloud. She muttered a cushioning charm on the raft and positioned herself to catch the best rays as well as keep an eye on the progress of the Quidditch match. Ron and Bill were Keepers, Harry and Ginny played opposing Seekers, Fred and Tonks played Chaser positions for Ron's team, while George and Lupin were on Bill's. They weren't playing with Bludgers, in the interest of having an injury-free game, so no Beaters were required. Hermione noted that Tonks, who could be clumsy on the ground, was a very graceful and accomplished flyer. She watched the game for several minutes before a slow smile spread over her face.

"Induviae Perspicuus," she whispered, inconspicuously waving her wand. She slipped her wand under her towel and stretched out on her back, fingers interlaced behind her head. "What I wouldn't do for my Omnioculars right now..."

Harry, who was spending nearly as much time watching Ginny as he was looking for the Snitch, was the first to notice something odd. He caught a glimpse of something pale when Ginny spun in a tight circle, and the longer he stared, the more white he could see. Puzzled, he swooped closer. Ginny, who was enjoying her new broom, saw him coming and sped away at top speed, laughing. "Catch me if you can!"

Harry dove after her. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a metallic glint and automatically snared it out of the air, stuffing it in his pocket. "No need to advertise the catch," he thought. "The game is just getting interesting." He continued his pursuit of Ginny, who glanced back and shrieked, swerving to elude capture. Harry saw a flash of lime green.

Lupin squinted and shaded his eyes with his hand, staring intently at Tonks, who suddenly seemed to be sporting nothing but a pink bikini and a Quaffle under her arm.

Bill, who had dutifully been keeping his eyes trained on the Quaffle, suddenly lost his seat on his broom and his jaw dropped as Tonks zoomed in, tossing the Quaffle through his middle hoop. She whooped in delight and Bill edged away from Lupin, eyes averted.

Harry panted a bit as he pulled up next to his girlfriend. "Gin, you're… not wearing… anything…"

Puzzled, she slowed and glanced down. "Well, what the …" Her hand went to her stomach and she pulled invisible fabric away from her skin. "Did you turn my clothes invisible, Harry? If so, that is a bloody great spell and you better teach it to me."

Harry, who just realized his shirt had gone invisible as well, raised his eyebrows at her. "Sorry, it wasn't me. But I agree, it is a bloody great spell! Oh, I have the Snitch anyway." He reached into his pocket and held it up. "So I declare the game over and vote we go for a swim."

He handed her the Snitch, his wand and glasses, and flew out near the raft. Setting his broom on "hover," he dropped like a rock. He tucked himself in a ball, wrapping his arms around his knees and hitting the water with a great splash, drenching Hermione and making her scream. He surfaced, leaped on the raft and pushed her in. The others zoomed for the ground so they could join in.

"I'd take off my invisible shirt," Ron said to Bill as they put away their brooms. "But I'd probably never find it again."