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Chapter 7

Making a House…

Harry slowly emerged from the darkness of a dreamless sleep. He instinctively yawned into the pillow held tightly to his face. His arms had a death grip on the pillow, the tip if his wand just peeking out from under it. He was still sprawled face down on the bed in exactly the same position he had fallen asleep. He hadn't even managed to get under the covers. Slowly his muscles began to twitch, stiff with inactivity. His toes were first followed by his feet. When his legs came around he drearily kicked off his sneakers. A few moments later his arms reached out to stretch and were forced to the sides when they hit the solid oak headboard.

Pulling them back to his sides he began to push away from the mattress with his elbows. Using a monumental amount of effort he slowly rolled over and flopped onto his back. It took several more moments before he could muster the will to open his eyes. Blinking several times he finally set his wand down next to his body and rubbed them clear. Instinctively his hand reached out for his glasses and found then sitting on a nearby chair. Slipping them on he blinked again, still not fully awake. Stretching his legs again he stared at the ceiling for several moments. A grin crossed his face at the thought it was his ceiling. His room. His head rolled one way and judged it to be mid morning by the light streaming through the window.

"Good morning." His head rolled the other way and found Ginny sitting on the far edge of the bed near the footboard. Her back was to him and she was paging through a book. Her hair was braided tightly down her back over a blue shirt and jeans. Had it been anybody else, even Ron or Hermione, he was sure he would have bolted upright in surprise. But there was something about her voice that calmed him and let him relax. His smile broadened considerably. He quickly quashed the few less gentlemanly ideas that arose involving her and his bed.

"Good morning. What time is it?"

"10 am. Two days later. You slept all day yesterday."

"Did I miss anything?" She slowly closed the book and set it aside. Bouncing a little she moved up the bed and stretched out next to him, lying on her side.

"Me."

"That I did. And a cruel loss it was. Alas, you are here now." She leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Wait…are you here? Now? With your family I mean?"

"Yeah. Mum spent the day packing up the Burrow yesterday. We came by this morning to look around and double check with you before we brought our stuff over."

"Oh…well then…I'd best get up and say hi." Pushing off with his hands he rose to a sitting position and looked around. The large room was still rather barren and all of the furniture had yet to be unpacked. Only a pile of his things sat just off the foot of the bed. With a start he realized Hedwig would have been locked up for two days. Scrambling to his feet he raced to her cage. Reaching the stack he found the cage empty and the snowy owl gone.

"I let her out yesterday. She was getting a little nippy." He glanced back to see Ginny pointing to an open window on one end of the room. "Don't worry; I waited until it was nearly dark."

"Oh. Thank you." She rose from the bed and joined him near the pile. Glancing over the stack she came across the open case of furniture. Picking up the desk she looked it over. "Nice isn't it? Hand carved. Never would have expected to find that in Diagon Alley."

"Little small for you isn't it?"

"No, it's just shrunk." He relayed the story of the furniture shop he had found. "Watch." Looking around the room he found the perfect place for the desk and set it on the floor. Grabbing his wand from the bed he pointed at it. "Restorus." The desk instantly grew to normal size against the wall. It was a dark oak that perfectly matched the bed frame in both tone and color. Though relatively simple it had a high backed shelf along the top over a number of drawers and a good sized writing surface. Deep drawers supported the rest on either side of the open space for a chair. There was a very little bit of carving depicting a golden snitch over the rounded back, a motif carried into the bed's headboard. "What do you think?"

"Nice. It fits you." She glanced back into the case and noticed the quantity of remaining pieces. "Wow…that should fill the room up."

"Yeah. It was sort of fun to pick things out, but now I'm not entirely sure where to put them." She picked up the shrunken wardrobe and turned it over in her hand. Standing it upright she held it out and drew her own wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa." The miniature piece of furniture floated off her palm and hovered. Directing it with her wand she wafted it over to one of the walls and let it glide to the ground. "Restorus." The wardrobe followed the desk's lead and grew back to its normal size. Again the Snitch motif was emblazoned very lightly on the top door panels and in the center of each of the three drawers. She glanced back to him. "Well, I'll make you a deal. You…really…need a shower, if nothing else then to get some sort of order in to your hair. While you're doing that, I'll get this set up. Deal?" He glanced around before nodding.

"I've been trying to get order in my hair for ten years; somehow I doubt a shower is going to do it. But, since you insist… Have fun." He pulled some fresh clothes out of the trunk and headed for a door she had assumed was the closet.

"Where are you going? Bathroom's at the other end of the hall." He smiled as he reached for the door knob.

"This is the master suite. I have my own." Slipping in and locking the door he stretched once again.

Ginny cocked an eyebrow at his retreating form before turning back to the case of furniture. Looking around the room she tried to figure out what would fit where. "Okay…what mum always said, big stuff first."

It took Harry a little longer under the blazing hot water than it took Ginny and her wand to put the furniture right. When he emerged in a fresh shirt and jeans he found his room fully furnished and Ginny leaning over his trunk sending clothes to the wardrobe in the corner. Closing the trunk for the time being she left it sitting on his bed and turned around, smiling. As if giving a tour she swept an arm around to indicate the room. "So? What do you think?"

Harry looked around and took in the arrangement. Against the wall near him was the wardrobe and hamper into which he deposited his clothes. Along the next wall was the desk and chair, king sized bed flanked by nightstands, lamps and a stand holding the pensive. He had originally picked the stand as a place to play chess, but this seemed like a much better use of it. The top shelf of the desk held the box the twins had given him flanked by books on one side and the picture Hagrid had given him on the other. At the far end of the room five large comfortable chairs and a few tables were organized into a small sitting area with a wizard chess set on the center table.

Hedwig had one of the far corners all to herself and nearly direct access to the window. On either side of the door was a short book case. Though they each were empty he knew they would rapidly fill up if Hermione had her way. Each piece was the same deep rich stained oak emblazoned with little bits of Quiddich iconography. Over the relatively light aged wood floors the whole room seemed to blend perfectly. Despite the size of the bed there was still a large open area in the center of the room. He turned to find the tall clock he had selected was ticking quietly in the corner. He smiled at how perfect it was. "Excellent. I love it. Thank you."

She smiled in response and stepped up to him, looking his face over closely. "Thank you." Her hand slowly rose and tried in vain to straighten his hair a little. "Well, you look quite a bit better, though you were right about your hair." She hesitated for a moment before kissing him lightly. "I'm going to go tell mum you're awake while you get dressed. She's been worried sick you weren't eating." Slowly disengaging her hand she turned and slipped out the door. He reflexively raked a hand through his disorderly locks before giving up the hopeless battle.

Harry started for the trunk before remembering the majority of his clothes were now in the wardrobe behind him. Spinning around a slight bit of embarrassment hit him as he wondered at what point she had stopped sorting his clothing. Trying to remember what order he packed his trunk he instead opened the first drawer of the wardrobe and got his answer in the form of several pairs of boxer shorts. A slight blush ran to his cheeks though he was surprised he didn't feel weirder that Ginny had been putting away his underwear. Digging out the rest of his outfit he headed for his bed and found the book she had been leafing through. 'Little Known Charms, Spells and other Oddities.' Setting it on his desk he quickly finished dressing before Mrs. Weasley rushed upstairs to check on him.

Stepping from the room he started down the hall. The wide corridor held the doors to six other rooms. The three to his left and two to his right were other bedrooms, each good sized. The one directly ahead of him at the end of the hall lead to the main bathroom. Between the rooms to the right was the wide staircase that led down to lower floors and up to the attic that had briefly been Buckbeak's home. The second floor had been set up much the same. Racing down the stairs past it he slid to a halt in the entry way and found with satisfaction that the portrait of Mrs. Black had apparently given up screaming and was now throwing evil glares at anyone who got near. The smell of food drew him down the further flight of stairs to the basement kitchen.

Bursting through the door he found Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Arthur Weasley already eating and Mrs. Weasley just fixing up a plate for him. Ginny and Hermione sat across from Ron and Arthur. The elder Mr. Weasley was paging through the Daily prophet, frowning here and there as he read a particularly disquieting story. Ron was ripping through his breakfast with the usual tenacity while Hermione picked through hers in a far more civilized fashion while occasionally watching him. Ginny had just started and was watching Hermione watch Ron with a little grin. Ron glanced up from his food and spoke through a full mouth.

"He lives!" Harry nearly succeeded in suppressing a grin.

"Yeah Ron, it's sort of what I'm known for." Taking a seat he accepted the plate from Mrs. Weasley. She looked him over thoroughly as she leaned across the table to hand it to him.

"Harry, dear, are you feeling all right? Professor Flitwick said the Fidelus charm would have drained your energy so we thought it better to let you sleep." He could tell she was ready to send him back to bed and carry him if necessary should she think he wasn't ready.

"I'm fine. Feel pretty good in fact." She seemed less than satisfied. "Really. I'm just a little hungry." With that he turned his attention to the food and even Ron was impressed with the speed which he tore through it. Harry was surprised at his appetite but considering the day asleep it was to be expected. He was slashing through the second plate when Arthur folded the paper he had been reading and stood.

"Well, I've stayed about as long as I can. Time to get to work. Just wanted to make sure you were okay Harry. Good day everyone." With a wave for goodbye he grabbed a pinch of floo powder and disappeared into the fireplace. Harry finished his second plate at the same time Hermione finished her first and Ron his third. Smiling contentedly he leaned back for a minute as his plate rose from the table and over to Mrs. Weasley to wash. After clearing the dishes and wiping down bits of the kitchen Mrs. Weasley returned to the table.

"Well Harry, Arthur and I have decided to take you up on your offer. We figure it couldn't hurt to be close to other Order members right now. And the Burrow is protected…" Harry rose and hugged the older woman, happy that his adopted family would still be there with him.

"Glad to hear it. I was thinking the large bedroom on the end of the second floor for you two."

"Thank you. That will do nicely. And Ginny?" Harry hid a small smile as he turned to his girlfriend.

"And Ginny can have her choice of the rest of the floor." Ginny popped to her feet.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Take your pick. The rest we can use for whoever is here at the time." Without waiting for her mother Ginny shot out the door and up the stairs. Molly followed slower and turned from the door.

"Thank you Harry."

"It's the least I can do for all you've done for me."

"We'll just take the day and get moved in then." She passed through the door and followed her daughter up the stairs. Harry sat back down at the table and glanced at his friends. He could tell by the way they were both suddenly bouncing that they had something to tell him they couldn't say in front of the others. It was odd to see both of them replicating the other's mood so precisely. Almost annoying.

"What?" He looked back and forth waiting. It was Hermione who decided she could trust herself to speak first.

"While you were asleep Mrs. Weasley sent us to keep and eye on you. Obviously you weren't going anywhere so we decided to look around a bit and see what-"

"We found it!" Hermione looked just a little miffed that he had interrupted her.

"Yes, I was getting to that Ronald. As I was saying. We searched the house rather thoroughly; paying special attention to anywhere Kreacher might have stashed things. And stuffed in an old sock in the back of his little cupboard, we found this." Reaching into her pocket she drew out a golden locket and set it in front of Harry. He reached out slowly, afraid this might be a dream. His hand closed on the locket and he lifted it closer. The emblem of Slytherin was clear on the front and Harry had no doubt what he now held in his hand. A slow smile spread across his face as he looked back up at his friends. They were halfway there.

"Thank you." They nodded in response as he carefully gathered the chain and slipped the piece of Tom's soul into his pocket. He was just a little twittery with excitement. The cup, the snake, something from Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. There was something satisfying about removing the locket from that list. The problem of how to destroy it was set aside for the moment. "Now…rooms for my two 'advisors'." Hermione laughed at the title.

"Tell me you're not actually going to call us that?"

"So mate, we get our choice of the second floor to?" Ron actually looked rather hopeful that he might get his own room. Harry could hardly blame him.

"Actually, I've got other plans for you two." Hermione got her patented 'what crazy idea do you have now Potter?' look. "Trust me; you're going to like this." Rising, he lead them from the kitchen and up the stairs. They stopped on the second floor expecting to be situated there but he continued on. After a second they followed and emerged on the landing of the third floor. He turned around to face them, gesturing to the other doors. "Now, I need to ask you each a favor."

"Of course Harry."

"Anything mate."

"Excellent. I knew I could count on you. Now, I have a problem. You see, I have all these empty rooms up here. Now, I don't have the time to get them all set up by myself. So what I want each of you to do is pick one room then go to Finnegan's Furniture on Diagon Alley and choose whatever you want to fill it. I've already arranged with him to pay for everything, I just need you to pick out what you would like. As a bonus you can stay in that room while you're here." Ron looked unabashedly excited at the idea but Hermione held him back.

"Harry…we can't just let you buy us a room full of furniture, we're not going to go spend your money."

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it! I'm not buying it for you, I'm buying it for me and any future guests I may have. You two just happen to be my first guests so I think it's only fair you get to pick out the original furniture for the rooms. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable while you're here. The rooms will be yours until you two get a place of your own and then…I'll just put a permanent reservation on them should you ever want to stay for a night or two."

"But Harry, it's the same thing."

"It doesn't sound like the same thing to me. Does it sound the same to you Ron?"

"Not at all."

"See? Totally different. Now, you two go pick out your rooms. I'm going to head back to my room and look over my books for this year." He was about to turn when he noticed Hermione's confused face. "What?"

"What do you mean your books Harry? I thought we were skipping this year… That thing with McGonagall…I thought that was just to help her get others back…" Harry turned to Ron with disbelief.

"You didn't tell her?" Ron looked more than a little sheepish at having forgotten for over two days.

"Uh…sorry mate…sort of…slipped my mind…" Hermione looked back and forth between them putting the pieces together.

"Wait…so we are going back?" Ron smiled weakly in affirmation as Harry nodded firmly.

"Yeah. McGonagall made a rather convincing case and she promised some additional freedom so we could do what was necessary."

"Oh…then…I guess I'd better open this." She pulled her Hogwarts letter out of a pocket, still sealed. Ron looked at it surprises.

"You just carried it around with you?"

"Yeah. I just couldn't throw it away." She looked at it for a moment then returned it to her pocket. "I'll get to it in a minute. Right now I have a room to pick out." Turning she selected the first door and stepped in. Ron followed her leaving Harry alone. He turned and headed for his room to look through the various packages he had picked up for school.

Setting them on his bed he opened the trunk. Searching every pocket and strap he removed everything from the trunk that had faithfully served him for over six years. Glancing up he found Hedwig had returned and apparently approved of her perch since she was fast asleep. Picking through everything he sorted the contents of his case into four groups. The first was clothes that he immediately put away into the wardrobe. The second was the old books and equipment from previous classes he wouldn't need this year. These found homes on his desk of the bookshelves near the door. The sheaf of parchment he had written up using the old books he also set on the desk to review. The third pile was the things he would need for the coming year and was a rather small. It did include some key things though like the Marauder's map.

His invisibility cloak he hung from the coat rack built into the wardrobe's side to air out, knowing it would be stuffed in his pocket much of the coming year. He also came across a few other trinkets of his adventures over the past few years. There was the coin Hermione had created to contact the DA. This he added to the third pile containing the map. He also found a picture of the four Tri-wizard champions. Stepping closer to the door he made it the first picture on the bookshelves. After a moment he added the photo of his parents. He looked back and forth for a moment before stepping away. The fourth pile was trash. There was a surprising amount in the case. A few candy wrappers courtesy of the twins, old potion ingredients that had outlived their usable life, crumpled up notes to classes he was glad to know he didn't have to ever take again and more than a few bits of random paper.

Next he moved onto the boxes from his birthday and trip to Diagon Alley. Sorting through the things he had collected he packed what he could into his trunk and the rest went to his desk. Collecting the various now empty boxes and wrapping he piled it with the garbage from his trunk and dumped it all in the trash bin. Next the pile of things he would need again found their way into his trunk. Sealing the trunk for the time being, he set it aside next to the desk and glanced up at his clock. Realizing how long that had taken he decided to skip his review and go find the others. As he emerged from his room Ron dashed up to him, clearly panicked.

"Ron? What is it?"

"Hermione! She's just standing in the middle of her room, staring at her Hogwarts letter. And…she's crying…" Harry dashed after Ron and slid to a halt in front of the open door nearest the far end of the hall. Judging by the other open door Ron had chosen the room across from hers. He could see her standing dead still in the middle of the room, staring down at the sheets of paper. He could also make out the track of a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"Hermione? You okay?" He stepped in slowly followed by Ron. "Hermione?" Suddenly her head rose and they could both make out a wide grin. Harry realized they were tears of joy streaking down her face. A grin rose on Harry's face as well. "What? What is it?"

"I'm been named Head Girl."

"Excellent. I never doubted it for a moment." The grin on Harry's face paled in comparison to Ron's reaction. Rushing forward he picked Hermione clear up off the floor and span her around, both of them laughing like madmen. Spinning to a stop he pulled her close and planted what even Harry had to admit was one hell of a kiss on her lips. Though he felt like something of an intruder in the room he couldn't resist continuing. "Did Ron mention he's been named Head Boy?" At this revelation Hermione grabbed Ron and planted her own kiss on him "So…uh…are you going need two rooms?"

They rapidly broke apart blushing furiously. Ron was rendered completely speechless. Fortunately Hermione managed to speak. "Uh…yeah. We'll…we'll just be going to Diagon Alley now. Gotttgetmyschoolstufffbye!" A second later they were gone as Hermione grabbed Ron and disapperated. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the pair.

"Why don't you ever do that to me?" Harry span around to find Ginny standing in the doorway, an amused look on her face. Stepping closer he gripped her tightly and caught her lips in a deep kiss. Enjoying it immensely he pulled back when need for oxygen became great, though he would have been fine passing out that way.

"Or did you mean the spinning?" She smiled leaning against his chest.

"No, this is quite enough spinning for me." After another moment she stepped back. "So, do you have a minute for little old me?" He smiled and nodded.

"For you I have all the time in the world. What do you need?"

"I wanted to…talk."

"Sure. But let's get out of Hermione's room first." He took her hand and began to lead her out when he realized she wasn't moving. "Uh…Ginny?" She had a slightly outraged look on her face. It was look Harry had never been able to interpret fully but he knew it meant trouble. "What?"

"Hermione's Room?"

"Yeah…she needs a place to stay while she's here. Ron's is across the hall." He immediately thought he had made a mistake as the look intensified.

"Is he? Oh…I see how it is."

"How what is?" Harry felt there was a point he should be grasping here but couldn't figure out what it was.

"Your friends are up here with you while I, who am merely your girlfriend, am relegated to the down stairs with my parents." Harry opened his mouth to respond, thought better of it, and changed what he was going to say.

"Can…can we talk about this in my room?"

"Well of course Mr. Potter. Whatever you wish." Marching past him she nearly stormed down the hall and into his room taking a seat in one of the large chairs in the corner. Harry followed and took a seat as well after closing the door. "Well?"

Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts. Not trusting himself to look at her he leaned forward, elbows on knees and watched her reflection in the coffee table instead. After several more seconds he spoke.

"Ginny…your brother and Hermione have been my friends for six years. Ron was the first friend I ever had, since the first moment on the Hogwarts Express and Hermione has saved my hide….and his…more times than I can count. There is nothing we wouldn't do for each other. We would fight and die for each other if we had to. We each know it and so does everyone who's ever met us. We owe each other our lives, probably many times over and together we are virtually unstoppable. They are my closest friends and I need them close. That's one reason they're on this floor, but is nothing to do with why you're not.

"You…are so much more than just my friend or even my best friend. I would die for them, but for you, I want to live. For years I've known I'd have to face Tom at the end. And for years I've promised myself I would revenge my parent's murder even if it cost me my life. But when you came along…sometime after late last year, that idea changed. Now I promise myself I'll defeat him and live…so I can stay with you." He finally got up the courage to look at her directly and found her eyes wide; staring at him in stunned silence. "But that's still not a reason for your room assignment.

"The reason why I want you with your parents and not up here is maintain that separation in other peoples' minds. Everyone at school knows we were going out, they probably think we still are, but they haven't grouped you in with Hermione, me and your brother yet. That's our advantage. You are, for lack of a better term, our ace in the hole. As long as neither Tom nor his followers realize that you've become directly tied to the three of us, he won't be planning to take you on. You're still just seen as a member of the DA. Tom was surprised at their presence in the ministry but he dismissed them as over enthusiastic fans. Every single one of them, especially you, are strong and talented witches and wizards but he refuses to see it and dismisses them. That will be his downfall.

"I promise you won't be excluded from any meeting we have discussing our mission, the war, Voldemort or anything else. If fact…I have a very important favor to ask you." She was smiling by this point and nodded for him to continue. "Since you aren't seen as tied to the three of us, you can go places and do things here and at Hogwarts without attracting nearly as much attention as the three of us would. That is going to be of immense help. Now, the favor. I've been talking to Ron and he agrees that Hogwarts is going to come under attack at some point." Shock painted her face at the thought the school might be attacked, but acceptance also appeared. "The teachers are good and the few Aurors the already overtaxed Ministry will have stationed there are helpful, but if Tom attacks in force they are going to need help and they won't be able to wait for it to come from elsewhere." Her eyes lit up as she realized what he was saying.

"You mean…?"

"Yes. I'm restarting Dumbledore's Army. And you are going to lead them." Pure shock crossed her face at this.

"Me? But I'm no leader. I wouldn't know where to begin."

"Neither did I. You listen to your friends, look at your options, choose what seems best and don't ever give up. You will have complete freedom to shape the force as you see fit. Add new members, remove old ones, whatever. You can appoint sub commanders if you want. I'd recommend Neville and, believe it or not, Luna, but it's completely your call. If you accept. Please Ginny. I'm going to have to leave several times during the school year along with Ron and Hermione and I need to know there is someone I can trust in charge of the DA while I'm gone."

"Leave? Oh…you have to find those…"

"Horcrux."

"And I can't come with you?"

"I'd rather you didn't." As she was about to object he continued. "And not because I want to protect you and not because it's going to be extremely dangerous and I don't think you can handle it. Ron and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl. They have their own rooms so they can disappear for hours at a time and not raise suspicion. I'm famous for disappearing at all hours of the day and night and going who knows where. But if you suddenly start disappearing at the same time, people aren't going to have to work too hard to make the connection. That's why I want you to stay at the castle and also why you're the perfect person to run the DA. You'll know when and where we're going so you'll be able to keep an extra close watch on things. And there's the matter of apperating. You can't go freely yet and it's possible that whatever we have to do to get at the Horcrux will leave us unable or too weak to do side along apparitions. So…will you do it?" She only had to consider for a moment before answering. A wide grin crossed her face.

"Yes. Of course I will." Harry reached across the table and clasped her hand.

"Thank you." At his tug she rounded the table and sat across his lap leaning into his chest. "So…is that an acceptable answer?"

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

"Any other questions?"

"Just one. Who's Tom?"

"Tom? He's Tom Riddle." She looked up at him, confused.

"Wasn't he that git from the diary?"

"Yes. Tom Riddle is better known today as Lord Voldemort. His father was a muggle and his mother a witch. She cast a spell on him to fall in love with her. When it wore off he fled."

"Oh…" She nodded and hugged him a little tighter. "Wait…Voldemort is a half blood?"

"Yeah. Crazy isn't it? I think it was because of his father that he started to hate muggles."

"Wow…I wonder what Draco would think if he heard that?"

"Probably faint dead away." Harry turned his head to glance out the windows and watched the clouds. He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but he was aware a while later that she had fallen asleep against his chest. He chuckled to himself at the way his wish of a few nights ago had been answered.

"This isn't what I meant." He continued watching the clouds until Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out though the door coming from downstairs.

"GINNY! Where are you!?" Jostling her a little he waited for her to wake.

"Your mother's looking for you." Her eyes popped open and looked around huntedly. "Don't worry, she's downstairs." Ginny relaxed a little and started to stretch. With minimal help she made it to her feet. Harry stood as well and followed her to the door. "Another reason for you to be down a floor. I thought your mum might feel a little more comfortable having you closer to her rather than up here. I'll see you later." He kissed her goodbye and watched from his door as she reached the stairs and headed down. Just before she disappeared Ron and Hermione emerged from their respective rooms. Ron glanced from his sister to Harry who wore a contented grin and slightly rumpled clothes striding toward him.

"Hey, you're back."

"What happened? What were you doing?" Harry looked at him confused by the severity of his tone.

"Whatever happened is none of our business Ronald."

"The hell it isn't! That's my sister!" Harry glanced down at his clothes and put it together.

"Oh…you think…no, we were just talking…and stuff…"

"And stuff!?"

"Yeah Ron. And stuff. If you want to know you could always ask her because I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. I think she's with your mum right now." Ron grumbled at this but let it drop. "So…what did you guys get?" Hermione gestured for him to take a look. Sticking his head in he looked around. To his surprise there were only a couple book shelves though they were nearly full. It also included a large comfortable bed, a large chair, clock, a pair of wardrobes and a large desk as well as various other little pieces. He noticed what appeared to be an orange pillow sitting on the chair. After a minute he realized it was Crookshanks and suddenly wondered where the cat had hidden itself while they had been at the Burrow. Probably chasing gnomes. "Nice. I would have thought more books."

"Turns out I don't need them. The Black family Library…your library is rather extensive. I'll need a few days to even see what all is down there."

"Oh…good. How about you mate?" Harry turned and followed Ron into his room. It was much crisper than Hermione's. Instead of the comfortable furniture his was harder, sharper. A simple bed and desk as well as a small work table already holding his broom. A lone bookcase mostly holding objects and only a few books stood next to the wardrobe. A stand near the window held the currently empty little cage of Pigwidgeon. Quiddich posters already adorned an entire wall over a broom stand. "Well, it's you."

"It works for me." Returning to the hall way they headed for Harry's room and gathered around the seating area. Harry looked to both of them, chuckling a little that they had both avoided for some unknown reason the chair Ginny had used. "So…what now?"

"Well…we've got three other rooms…anything we might need?"

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