Harry Potter and the Order of the Chronic

Moving Day

I don't own any of the characters, all JKR, no profit to be made.

Hermione stood outside Harry's bedroom door in Grimmauld Place listening to the rather disturbing sounds coming from his room. There would be a couple of furious grunts followed by heavy thuds and the occasional sounds of glass objects breaking.

Slowly Hermione raised her hand and gave a few light raps against the door. "Harry? Are you ok in there?" She asked quietly to the shut door.

"What?" Harry's shout sounded through the door.

"I asked if you were ok?" Hermione said a bit louder. "Mrs. Weasley told me to get you for breakfast."

The door to Harry's room flung open wildly and there stood Harry in boxers and drenched in sweat. "What was that Hermione? You gotta speak up."

Hermione just stared at Harry a few moments admiring him before she shook herself free of her daze. "Uh… What were you doing in there?" Hermione asked even though she meant to tell Harry about breakfast.

"Oh, well I was practicing a new spell I found out. Takes quite a lot of physical energy to wield it, but in the end it is rather epic. I call it the bacchetta di morte. It is sort of a transfiguration of the wand and it becomes well… never mind." Harry said thinking it was better to not discuss it, especially with Hermione.

"A new spell? Most people go their whole lives trying to come up with a new spell and you just came upon one? You have to show me!" Hermione said practically begging, as her eyes were agleam with curiosity and wonder.

Harry resigned himself to a sigh.

"Fine Hermione, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Yeesh. I don't see why mom yells at us. Hermione said she'd get Harry." Ron muttered as he, Fred, and George trudged up the stairs towards Harry's room.

"Probably thinks Harry misses his old glasses." Fred muttered.

"Probably correct dear brother." George said with a nod.

"Glasses? What are you two on about?" Ron questioned completely confused.

"Nothing, nothing ickle Ronnie." Fred commented.

"You don't think mother might have noticed that it is taking Hermione an extremely long time to get back?" George said offhandedly with a slight grin.

"So?" Ron barked.

"And I'm sure our dear mother has noticed Harry's interest in the fairer sex has grown quite a bit…" Fred said his voice trailing off in the end.

Ron seemed to ponder this for a bit as they walked before he grasped what the Twins were saying and darted ahead in a run, much to the enjoyment of the Twins as they chortled with laughter.

Ron was closing in fast to Harry's bedroom door, but came to an abrupt halt as Hermione stepped out with a rather disgusted look on her face.

"I hardly call that epic new magic! That is, that is, that is just disturbing!" Hermione shouted. Hermione proceeded to march past Ron and the Twins who just arrived with quizzical looks.

"You just don't understand good magic Hermione!" Harry shouted after Hermione as he appeared in the doorway.

"Oh hey guys what's up?" Harry said with a sheepish grin. Ron and the Twins stared at Harry or what was clutched in his hands.

"What the hell is that?"

"Is that the new magic she was babbling about?"

"Epic."

Hermione gave one look back as the Twins and Ron disappeared into Harry's room chatting adamantly with one another. Hermione gave a disgusted grunt and muttered "Boys."

"Beats the hell out of a rubber chicken. C'mon Fred lets go try this out."

"Right behind you George. Time is galleons."

And with that the Twins vanished in a crack as they apparated to their own room. Ron just sat on the edge of Harry's bed his jaw seemed slack as he seemed to stare off into the distance.

"Uh, Ron something I could help you with?" Harry muttered slightly perplexed.

Ron seemingly shook himself from his fun.

"Wha… no, no. That was insane was that really a…?"

"Yes indeed it was. Epic." Harry said with a smirk as he lit up a smoke.

"So anything else? Cause I was kind of hoping to have a shower." Harry said taking a drag.

"No. Oh wait. Uh… mom said breakfast is ready… of course that was a while ago now, but she sent us to get you." Ron said rising from the bed heading to the door. "Don't worry though I'm sure mom will save you something."

"Tell her not to worry, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Heading over to Fleur's new place. You know move in day and all. Not to mention got to make a stop on the way." Harry said putting out his smoke.

"Wait, you were serious about leaving! Even after Dumbledore forbid you?" Ron asked in a scrutinous manner.

"Of course. Sirius and Remus said they had a plan." Harry replied with a laugh as though Ron were being silly.

"But what if they are wrong and you are caught? Dumbledore will go stark raving mad. Besides I'm sure mom won't just let you walk out the front door." Ron said earnestly.

"Dumbledore… psshhh I've got an Order of Merlin First Class and Ministry backing. He is as harmless as a pussycat. And I know your mom. Why do you think I had Dobby come do the cleaning? She will be watching over him like a hawk."

A few hours later and a few knocks on an apartment door near Diagon Alley.

"Babe!"

"Harry!"

Fleur practically dove into Harry's arms as the two embraced in many deep, long, and passionate kisses. Harry began trailing kisses down Fleur's neck as she giggled.

"Did you miss me Harry?"

"You have no idea babe." Harry mumbled as he let his hands roam around to Fleur's backside.

"I can tell." Fleur said with a giggle as she brought Harry's face up to hers and kissed him again.

"I thought you were going to help me move?" Fleur said in a sultry manner as she finally broke away from Harry's embrace.

"Place looks great." Harry mumbled.

Fleur raised an eyebrow in question. "I haven't even unpacked yet."

"Uh, yeah. I meant it will look great after we've unpacked." Harry muttered as he looked around the apartment. His eyes rested on one lowly looking box.

"Babe? Is this all you brought?" Harry said meandering over to the box.

Fleur nodded. "Why did I need more?"

"Well… I mean generally when one moves they bring… you know their life kind of with them." Harry muttered.

Fleur flashed Harry a grin, pulled out her wand and with a wave the box top flipped open and after a few more waves various objects and furniture began flying out of the box. Dishes filled kitchen cabinets and furniture landed in well-placed locations and then expanded in size. After about five minutes the job of unpacking was done.

"Well… I can see I was needed for this." Harry muttered grumpily as he sat down on a sofa.

"Aww. Don't feel bad Harry." Fleur cooed as she sat down next to him running her hands through his messy hair.

"I can move a bit of furniture out of place for you to move if it makes you feel more manly." Fleur said in a joking manner as she leaned in for a kiss, however Harry had become distracted as Fleur's lips touched the side of his cheek and not his lips.

"Actually babe, I am needed for this." Harry said softly as his vision darted around the room.

"I bet you are." Fleur muttered about to clamber onto Harry, but he abruptly rose from the sofa.

"Babe… you don't have a television… nor a PC… no consoles… not even a DVD player!" Harry said dashing towards the bedroom just to make sure he was correct.

"Your point?" Fleur asked somewhat confused.

Harry shot her a slick grin. "Point is… time to go shopping."

A few hours later as the sun began to go down over London Harry and Fleur were on their way back to her apartment. Fleur was studying her new cell phone and asking Harry how it worked, while Harry himself was carry several bags filled with many shrunken purchases ranging from a top of the line laptop computer to numerous DVD's for the large flat screen televisions.

"Babe." Harry muttered with a shake of his head. "I still can't believe you bought that piece of crap."

"Pipe down you." Fleur said giving Harry a playful slap.

"I'm serious! High School Musical? I mean c'mon." Harry said disdainfully. "Couldn't get me to watch that worthless piece of shit in a million years."

"Really?" Fleur said stepping in front of Harry wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

"How about now?" Fleur said coyly.

Harry paused for a moment with a grin as they began to walk again. "Ok, mayb…" Harry fell silent as they rounded a corner of the hallway they were walking in. There at the end of the hall in front of Fleur's apartment were members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry recognized two of the members right away. Bill Weasley and Mad-Eye Moody, the other he wasn't so sure about.

"Harry isn't that Bill… and that horrible teacher!" Fleur whispered in a hushed voice.

"Yeah that is them. They want to take me away from you. The old codger thinks it isn't safe for me to be away."

"I thought you said You-Know-Who wasn't back? So why are they looking for you?" Fleur whispered curiously as they slowly came closer and closer.

"Because they believe anything that old fool tells them." Harry grunted as they came in speaking rang with the Order members.

"What brings you guys here?" Harry said moving in front of Fleur.

"Take you back to headquarters of course Potter." Moody sneered.

"Running off like that took some pills, but in the end you knew we would find you. Now don't make a scene." The man Harry didn't know said.

"Harry…" Fleur whispered nervously.

"Don't worry babe I have a plan… I think." Harry muttered quietly.

"Don't involve her Harry. Far to beautiful to be put into harms way. Moody and Podmore can take you back and I'll get Fleur's bags." Bill said with a smirk.

What happened next Harry barely could comprehend it happened so quickly. Fleur's apartment door opened and next thing Harry knew Moody's peg leg was swept out from under him and careening down the hallway as the old man toppled over. Podmore had a nightstick cracked into the side of his head knocking him down to the ground unconscious and then Bill was pinned against the wall by the same nightstick around the throat.

Harry just stood there in awe for a few moments as handcuffs were slapped onto all three Order members.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your Uncles helped me out of a bad spot. Was about to be transferred from the London Force to some small dump of a town. Did me a bit of a favor and made that transfer order disappear." The man replied.

"You're a cop!" Harry said startled not sure whether to run or stay put.

"Angel, Sergeant Nicholas Angel."

"Yeah, it worked Sirius. I still can't believe you were working with a cop?" Harry said into his cell phone as Fleur popped in none other than High School Musical.

"I don't even know how it worked. I mean shouldn't Moody have been able to see through a wooden door?" Harry asked.

After a few moments of listening to Sirius Harry scrunched up his face. "Always knew that guy was a pervert. Look through people's clothes, but can't see through a wooden door."

Sirius began muttering a few things back to Harry, but Fleur had clicked the lights and rolled her way into bed and was slowly undressing in front of him.

"Uh, what was that? You know what Sirius never mind I'm busy call you later." Harry muttered hanging up the phone without waiting for a goodbye. He tossed the phone to the other side of the room.

"Fleur, you are so evil."

A few hours later Harry snuggled closer to Fleur as she rested her head on Harry's shoulder. He glanced at the screen of the flat screen they had put up, which was showing the introduction screen to the horrid movie they just watched. Harry grunted in disgust and slowly unraveled himself from Fleur's grip.

He dug through one of the shopping bags from earlier then paused as he came to a particular DVD.

"Babe!"

Fleur shot up looking around "What is it Harry?"

"I need to borrow your owl." Harry said cracking open the DVD and popping it in the player.

"Why?" Fleur asked in a groggy confusion.

"I need to write to some friends at Hogwarts before we go see Chaz tomorrow." Harry said with a grin as Poltergeist popped up on the television screen.

The officer strummed his fingers on his desk as he stared at the three strange individuals brought in by Sergeant Angel hours earlier.

"Well… are you just going to stare at it or are you going to make a phone call?" The officer snarled at Bill, Moody, and Podmore.

Moody looked to Bill, Bill looked to Podmore, Podmore shrugged. Bill looked back to Moody and shrugged, Moody hung his head and sighed. The officer stared at all three in disbelief.

"You can't tell me you wankers don't even know how to use a telephone?"

End Chapter

Fleur still has an accent I have just given up on typing it. Since I was apparently doing a pretty bad job. Yes it all seems meaningless, but in the end it all has meaning… if I remember it.