Harry had only spent a few short days at the Weasleys, as much as he had enjoyed being there. They house was as he remembered. Charlie alternated between staying at the house and staying with Bill. The Twins had their own flat as well, but it looked like they too were sticking around the Burrow to help.

No sooner had he arrived than he had been crushed in Mrs. Weasleys embrace, having only caught a glimpse of Ron. Ron had been snacking is the kitchen, no doubt waiting for Harry to arrive, and deciding on the best way to occupy himself until Harry's arrival.

"Hey Mate."

"Ron." It was good to see Ron- they had kept their letters short and brief.

"Harry dear, sit down while I fix you something. Ron, you didn't eat all the..." Mrs. Weasley bustled into the pantry and Harry turned to Ron.

"What about Hermione?"

"She's coming tomorrow. Apparently she had a bit of trouble with her parents, I don't know what exactly."

"Well, maybe they are tired of not seeing her? I mean, she is gone so much of the year..."

"Yeah maybe." Ron lowered his voice, "did you figure out a way to, you know?"

Harry sighed, "All I have so far is a promise to let us in Grimmauld Place, which I made Lu- Remus confirm again when they came back for the whole Secret Keeper thing..." Remus, Tonks, and Moody had stopped by and performed the secret keeper ritual, and then had him write down the address, a few days after Remus' initial visit.

Ron looked like something had been confirmed, and nodded, "I thought that looked like your handwriting, but they wouldn't confirm it. Like I wouldn't know my best mate's handwriting!"

That was when Ginny came in from outside, flushed, in her Quiddich gear. "Harry!"

Apparently she had come inside to get some water.

"Gin." Harry stared at her, before looking away awkwardly.

Ron looked back and forth between them.

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Grimmauld Place with a bit brighter- apparently Tonks had had a fit about the place and had made an attempt to fix it up. The place now sported colorful banners on it's dismal walls, and phoenix door handles. It just didn't match up with the rest of the decor.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione had been in Grimmauld place for three days now, digging around every room. They had not told the Order what they were looking for, despite several attempts by Order members to find out.

Hermione started sneezing, breaking the silence as they searched the room the Order usually met in these days, and they all froze for a few tense moments.

It was rare that no one was about, even in the early hours. The Order had taken in a few new people as order members, and just to put under protection. This had made the trio's job a bit harder.

For instance, a few days ago...

"We are not getting anywhere," Ron pointed out, his red hair messed up, and expressive of his frustration.

"Well, we need to at least search the whole house," Harry said, understanding Ron's frustration. They were in one of the old rooms, where things had been tossed out of the way.

Hermione spoke up, "Look, we know we found the locket once. The Order probably put all the dangerous objects they found somewhere. It might not be in this house, but, there is a good chance that it is. Where else could they be sure it wouldn't fall into bad hands?"

"Maybe..." Harry said, running a hand though his hair.

"...But there is also Hogwarts," Ron said.

"That is a school, Ron, they are not going to deliberately take dangerous things there."

Ron shot her an annoyed look, "Oh really? Because-"

"-look, we need to search places they might have put those things, here, before we do anything else. I'm betting the meeting room downstairs is a good place to-" Harry broke off as the door opened and a blond witch wandered into the room.

She was an older lady, who always seemed to wear yellow. As much as the trio could find out, she and her son had developed a way to counteract when of Voldemort's favorite spells, something he had taught to the Death Eaters. Her son had died in the first war, and now the Order had her here to consult with, and, just in case...

Hermione looked completely innocent, whereas Ron looked slightly guilty. "Hello Mrs. Tarbert, can we help you with something?"

"Oh, don't mind me, I just get turned around sometimes. You will still help me with that potion we discussed, won't you dear? You are really quite bright.."

The incident reminded them that they didn't have the free space they had hoped for.

Now they were poking around the room, using their wands as dim flashlights, trying to keep the light as low as possible. Ron spoke from where he was pulling as a wooden drawer, "Hermione, I can't get it open- I think it needs a different unlocking spell."

Hermione silently moved over to Ron, and Harry stood nearby to give them space. After a few whispered tries, a click could be heard, and Hermione cautiously pulled the drawer open.

"Well?" Ron asked.

"Just papers," she said, sticking her wand in the drawer and brightening her wand light a bit. "Looks like information about the ministry... and suspected Death Eaters..." She paused,"...we probably should not be looking at these."

"Guys," Harry said, pushing down his curiosity. It wasn't easy. "We need to keep looking."

Neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to want to leave the papers alone, but Hermione placed them gently back in, closed the drawer, and whispered something.

Harry leaned in, "How did you know which spell?"

She whispered back "It's a semi-permanent charm. You can activate and deactivate it when you need to. Seventh year stuff..."

Harry decided he was going to have to keep up on his studies.

"Potter." An unexpected voice spoke, not more than a minute later, and they jumped. "What exactly are you doing?" The voice was McGonagal's, and it was thick with disapproval.

They exchanged glances as the lights went on, and Harry spoke up, "Professor. We were looking for something."

"You are aware that this is the Order's private meeting room?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Sit down." The Headmistress gestured for them to sit.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron remained standing. McGonagall pursed her lips. She was not dressed for sleep.

"I've asked you to put your trust in me. Surely you can understand that we need to work together." McGonagall gave them a hard look. "You may be legal adults now, but you can't do everything yourselves."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances as Harry surprised them. "Alright." He paused, obviously deciding what information to give out. The three had been arguing about what they should tell the Order, or just who they should tell, and what exactly they should say.

Hermione saved Harry the trouble, "What can you tell us about what was done with the dangerous objects we found here, back when we were cleaning the place up?"

The stern woman in front of them narrowed her eyes, obviously wondering where this was leading. "Ms. Granger, we contrived a way to turn them over to the ministry. No doubt they were destroyed."

"What if they could not be destroyed?" Ron asked.

"Could not? Well, any such object would have been turned over to the Department of Mysteries."

Harry's heart sunk. That place. Where Sirius was lost behind that veil.

"Thank you Professor," Hermione said, "We will probably leave for the Weasleys tomorrow."

"If you wish. Is there anything else?"

"Yes," Ron said, puzzling Harry. "We would like to talk to the Order, next meeting." He looked at Harry trying to convey his meaning. Harry nodded.

"Very well. There is a meeting you could briefly attend in just over two weeks." McGonagal pierced each of them with a stare. "I expect you to respect the Order's areas unless you have good reason."

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A/N Again, haven't read the books in a while. Feel free to slam me on details.