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Already a new chapter, Yay!

Still no reviews though, sigh.

As you might have noticed, I'm very bad when it comes to thinking of titles, the title of the whole story sucks big time as do most chapter titles. I really couldn't think of anything this time, not even a bad title, so I went for a weird title, which might have a change of at least being slightly humorous. Maybe someone out there can think of a better title? And while you're at it, you might as well review. Right? -smiles hopeful-

5. Of missing eyeballs and pink cuddly spiders

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Harry tumbled ungracefully out of the fireplace, tripped over a loose carpet and would have fallen headfirst on a small table if Tonks hadn't grabbed his arm.

"And I thought I was bad at traveling with floo," She said jokingly while brushing away the ashes on Harry's clothes.

Mrs Figg's house still looked and smelled exactly the same, on the walls hang the same old photo's from all Mrs Figg's many cats.

"Hello Harry dear," Mrs Figg said pleasantly, "how are you doing?"

"No time for chit-chat Ara," Moody grumbled, "We need to get Potter save and sound back with those muggles, but there is someone out there under an invisibility cloak, and it ain't one of our guys. We need a distraction." He said that last bit with a meaningful look at Mrs Figg.

"Oh, no!" She snapped, "not again! The last time you used Mr Twinkles as distraction the poor dear had a cold for days!"

Moody grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "damn cat is too fat to run anyway."

"What was that?" Mrs Figg sharply demanded, but Moody handily changed the subject.

"I'll go out there and get rid of that fool, wait until my sign and than run as quick as possible to the house," he ordered Tonks, "I've only detected one but who knows how many more there are hiding, so whatever you do, your first priority is to get Potter save, is that clear?"

"Yes, Moody," Tonks sighed exasperated, "you've only said that a thousand times already."

Moody put on his invisibility cloak and disappeared out of sight.

"Tea, anyone?" Mrs Figg asked brightly.

"No thanks, Mrs Figg," Harry answered as politely as possible while feeling like ants were crawling through his stomach. Tonks seemed to notice his discomfort, "no worries, Harry," she said jovially, "Moody can handle it easily, it's probably just the one guy. We have suspected for a while now that someone was watching you, Moody will eat him alive!" She cackled maniacally and Harry forced a smile. He wasn't even thinking about whoever was hiding out there, all he could think of was Remus, his ex-teacher had refused to come, hadn't even bothered with an explanation, hadn't even wanted to see Harry at all. And it hurt, it really hurt even though he should have expected it, after all it was partly Harry's fault that Remus' best friend had died.

Mrs Figg offered Tonks a cup of tea but quickly took it back when the clumsy auror accidentally sloshed hot tea all over a cat. So Tonks started chewing gum instead, while hopping from one foot on another, her hair the usual shocking pink color. Harry absentmindedly wondered how the Dursley's would react when they heard she was going to live with them for the next couple of weeks. He was so absorbed in trying to imagine their reactions he completely missed Moody's sign, until Tonks grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.

"Come on, Harry," Tonks shouted, "hurry up!"

Harry rolled his eyes, he secretly thought she and Moody were slightly overdoing it but dutifully ran faster.

When they had nearly reached the Dursley's door Harry was suddenly roughly grabbed and pulled into a nearby bush. Flailing his arms wildly he managed to hit something firm and warm and after a startled, "ow!" was released. Harry was about to yell for help when Tonks jumped through the bushes, and he finally saw who his ambusher was.

"Merlin, Moody," Tonks panted, "don't ever do that to me again, you nearly scared me to dead!"

"Bah," Moody snarled, "you nearly got Potter killed! What if I was a death-eater, huh? You just let him grab Potter! And Potter!" He rounded on Harry, "you should have your wand ready at all times! Haven't you learned anything over all those years? You were utterly defenseless!"

Moody gave them both stern looks and when they looked properly chastened, he said, "Now help me find my eye."

Tonks blinked, only now noticing Moody only had one eye at the moment, "what happened to it?"

"Potter knocked it out of my socket when he hit me," Moody admitted chagrined, glaring when Tonks started laughing.

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"Tell me what we're looking for again?"

Ron leaned back on his bed, bored of the book he was supposed to be reading and looked at Hermione who was sitting crosslegged on the ground en was deeply absorbed in a small dusty book.

"Hermione?" He asked when she gave no response.

"Hermione," he tried again and sighed when she still didn't answer.

"OI! 'MIONE!"

Startled the girl looked up, "What? You don't have to shout."

Ron rolled his eyes, "what are you reading that is so interesting?"

Hermione colored slightly, "I... Nothing."

Ron got up and tried to grab the book from her, which she quickly hid behind her back. After a brief struggle in which Ron got slapped with a pillow several times he managed to obtain her book.

"Soulmates and how to recognize them. How to find true love." He read from the cover, he gave Hermione a disbelieving look, "you've got to be kidding me. You drag me off to the library to supposedly help Harry and now you're reading this rubbish!"

Hermione blushed hotly and quickly grabbed the book back, "it's not rubbish! It's actually very interesting, did you know...?"

"Unless it will help Harry I don't care," Ron interrupted her annoyed, "you were the one who said we needed to research everything we could find about mind control, remember? Although I can't see what we could possibly found that Dumbledore doesn't already know."

"Even professor Dumbledore doesn't know everything, he might have missed something."

"So you're finally admitting Dumbledore isn't all-knowing and perfect?"

Hermione shot him a dark look, "I neversaid he is perfect."

Ron threw himself on the bed again and changed the subject before they would start to fight again.

"I'm getting tired of spitting through these books, they're disgusting, and those pictures in it are even worse," he made a face, "they make me sick just thinking of them."

Hermione shuddered, "I know, but we only have the Black library to look through, we have no choice, not until we're back at Hogwarts."

Suddenly the door opened and a green-haired Ginny slipped in.

"Ugh, she's driving me insane!" She exclaimed, flopping down on the bed next to Ron, a scowl on her face.

"Who?" Hermione absentmindedly asked, absorbed in her book once again.

"Um, Ginny? Are you aware your hair is green?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, it's a side effect from one of those chocolates Fred and George gave me, it should wear of in a couple of hours."

"You willingly and knowingly accepted candy from them?"

"I made a deal with them, they helped me to see Harry by distracting mum if I would play guinea pig for their jokeshop."

"So it was your fault they transfigured my bed in that giant spider!" Ron exclaimed, he scowled at her, "couldn't you have thought of something else?"

Ginny shrugged, "I just asked them to cause a distraction, I didn't know what they were going to do. Besides they didn't do it right anyway, instead of a a hairy, black, flesh-eating spider it was a pink, cuddly one."

"That was even worse!" Ron shuddered, paling at the memory of a giant pink spider trying to cuddle his head.

"So who's driving you crazy?" Hermione asked again.

Ginny made a face, "who do you think? Miss airhead-Heather, I can't stand her!"

"What did she do this time?" Hermione asked, giving Ginny a sympathetic look.

Ron snorted, "you two are just jealous 'cause she's so pretty.

Hermione furiously rounded on him, "I am not jealous of a blond-haired braindead bimbo! I just don't like her!"

"And she's not that pretty anyway," Ginny added, "she just got big boobs."

"Besides, Rose doesn't like her either," Hermione said as if that settled the matter.

There was a knock on the door and a young woman looked in, "did I hear my name? Ah Ginny, here you are. Mr Merryton would like to have a word with you," she winked at Ginny, "I don't think he appreciated the chocolates you gave Heather," her grin turned devilish, "she turned into a slug and than I 'accidentally' stepped on her."

"The stupid cow deserved it," Ginny huffed while Hermione started to giggle uncontrollably.