Still no takers on the drawing thing? sighs Well if you do, I'll still be looking for them after the story is finished! And for my other fic too!

Anyways, this is a bit of a filler chapter, but like I've stated previously, chapters will be super frequent now, so you won't have to wait long.

Chapter 21

Harry stood in awe, his face unreadable. I watched as a grin broke out across it.

"We figured that if you ever feel lonely in that house that you come visit. You're always welcome." The twins grinned.

"Wow."

Harry looked at us—we had made our way behind him—and then back at the door.

"Well," said Fred, "Open it up."

He approached the door slowly, his fingers trembling, and I took a swift peek at Ginny who was standing beside me. She had turned a flush color of pink. I quickly returned my eyes to Harry, who had disappeared through the doorway.

We followed him in, and a very masculine room met me. Dark furniture lined the octagonal shaped room. A window bench was at the far side, looking onto a grove of trees. Harry's bed was also of mahogany, and sat on the far wall, a picture of a dragon above it breathing fire with malice.

The walls were a cream white, although the trim that followed the hardwood floors was a banner of red and gold, glittering and moving. The built in cabinets that matched the bed, had open shelves on the top, revealing, much like the kitchen, knick-knacks and an assortment of goodies. A picture of Hermione, Ron, and Harry sitting by a lake met me, Ron snoring gently, his back against a tree, and Hermione studiously looking over some books. Harry however, seemed lost in his own world, his hands running through his hair repeatedly. A picture of two people, one looking very much like Harry, twirled in a circle one picture over. The lady was quite sophisticated looking although she was wearing only a shabby trench coat, and her red hair hung loosely over her shoulders.

Harry walked over to the wall, his face in shock.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"Erm… it's not really important Harry," said Fred.

"Where?" he said again, his voice harder and a little more urgent sounding.

"Well," said George cautiously, "When we had to clean out Hagrid's cabin for the new groundskeeper we found it sitting on his shelf. Hagrid would've wanted you to have it Harry."

Harry picked it up off the shelf and gazed at it silently for a few minutes. The room went silent and someone gave my shoulder a pull. Bill pointed to the doorway and I followed him out, clutching my upper body from the shudder that was coming on. I had suddenly gotten cold. It felt as though my body had frozen over. We shuffled out of the room, Harry still looking at the picture.

"I didn't know," Fred muttered after closing the door behind him. "I thought maybe it would cheer him up…"

"Who were they?" I asked. My teeth made a funny chattering sound.

"His parents. He has this album of them, but I don't think he looks at it often… hey are you okay?" George looked at me curiously.

"Fine." My teeth made a funny noise as they clashed together. "A little cold…"

"You're cold?" said Bill. "It's boiling up here. You know, the whole heat rises thing. You should be sweating."

"I'm good." I rubbed my arms over top the goose bumps. I was freezing.

"You're blue!" Hermione exclaimed. I was finding it hard to breath. Was it a spell? I was confused as to what was going on. No one had cursed me I was sure, but how else could I suddenly change modes from boiling to freezing in a matter of seconds? I started to gasp for breath.

Mrs. Weasley hustled forward and waved her wand a few times over me. My breathing became audibly better, and I wasn't as cold.

"It's the after affect of many spells cast in a short period of time upon a person. Fred and George always had it," she said with a frown. "It'll go away in a minute. Were you on the receiving end of any spells lately dear?" she questioned.

"I… I… I had a duel with my Father, you know, out of fun. I had a couple fun ones. You know…" I stuttered over my words. Mrs. Weasley's brow puckered, but she didn't say anything.

The door behind me creaked and we whipped around. Harry's eyes were slightly puffy, but he smiled.

"Thank you so much."

Behind me Percy let out a little cough and elbowed Fred.

"No problem whatsoever." Fred said with sincerity. "Besides, there is more." Harry cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "After lunch of course," George added.

Everyone laughed and we fumbled downstairs. I rubbed my upper body again, chills still running down my spine. I watched Hermione's head bob at the front of the group, Ron's following closely. The two had been obviously closer since the ball, and quite enviously I watched their affection for each other increase.

We made our way to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley immediately started to rummage through cupboards revealing brand new pots and pans and all sorts of different utensils. She made conversation all the while, perfectly content in her new house and obviously comfortable. All the while she kept shooting me sideways glances, concern evident in her face.

"Well, our cake is actually at the other house, so I'm just going to whip this up and then I'll go back and get it… Beth, would you come with me?"

I nodded my head.

"Excellent. And don't chew on your hair dear, it's a bad habit and gives you split ends." I instantly pulled the strand of hair I had been gnawing on out of my mouth.

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Compared to the Weasley's new house, I found Grimmauld Place to be dark, dingy and unwelcoming. I followed Mrs. Weasley along as she opened up a top cupboard to reveal an extremely large box.

"Now, I'm going to hand this to you, and then we can shrink it. It's like a piece of cake!" She laughed. "Pardon the pun dear," she said smiling. I didn't say anything, but acknowledged that I was listening with a small smirk.

"Now, why don't you tell me how you got around to dueling with your Father while I get this down Beth," she smiled and pointed her wand at it. "Reducio!"

"It was nothing really," I stammered. "I used to do it with him all the time when I was younger you see… my Father was a professor, so I was home schooled. It's like routine."

"Really?" Mrs. Weasley said picking up the now tiny package. "That is strange. I've never heard of home schooling for magic. It's interesting. You should invite your Father over for tea with us. It'd be interesting for us to learn about you before the war!" She smiled genuinely although I realized she was prying—although she was very good at going about it discreetly.

"He's quiet. We were on the light side of course," I assured her stricken face, "It's just that I'm gaining bits of my memory still, and I still don't remember how I ended up in the battlefield…. My Father is a quiet man. We haven't really talked about it yet." I lied through my teeth. I knew exactly what happened, but that was my business.

"Well, invite him over anyways. We like to get to know the parents and such," said Mrs. Weasley, walking towards the den, tiny package in hand. "I actually didn't meet him. Remus let him in, and the two of you were out of here before I could bat an eye!"

She took a pinch of floo powder from the mantle on the fireplace and threw it in. "Just follow dear," she said smiling. I caught her eyeing my face before she got in. "The Burrow!" she yelled, and then she twirled into nothingness.

I sighed and looked around the room briefly before throwing floo powder in before me. It was bound to happen. They would get curious, but they wouldn't understand I was sure. I wasn't even sure I did. How could I tell people if I couldn't even convince myself it was right?