**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.
Da and I apparated on the front step of Number 12, Grimmuald Place. I put my hand to the door, ready to knock. My leather woven bracelet dangled from my wrist, a small diamond heart hung from it.
When Da had noticed it and raised a curious eyebrow at it, I'd had to explain. Cedric had given it to me. The heart was to represent him. The strong leather cord represented the connection that held him to me. At first I had thought it excessive and cheesy, but the longer I wore it, the more connection I felt to it and the meaning behind it.
Da grabbed my hand and stopped me from knocking. He looked at me expectantly.
"What? I have to go in invisible? What about all my stuff?" I questioned, annoyed.
"Yes. I've put your stuff in the closet in Sirius's brother's old room. You can also sleep there as well. The room isn't used by anyone. This is our home base for the Order but mostly just Sirius and the Weasleys occupying it. Hermione and Harry of course will be joining the household closer to school start." He explained. I sighed and invisified. Footsteps could be heard from within. Da opened the door and we stepped in. Mrs. Weasley was standing in the hallway with Ginny. Ginny held a mop and broom, for cleaning, in her hands. They both looked up as we entered.
"Albus! How nice to see you." Mrs. Weasley greeted with a warm, genuine smile. Ginny smiled meekly in greeting before her mother ushered her to continue on her way, without her.
"Hello Molly. It's good to see you as well." Da replied. "I see you are getting some cleaning done on the place. I'm sure Sirius appreciates that." Mrs. Weasley scoffed and laughed. The noise caused a curtain to burst open and shrieking curses and derogatory names ensued. Mrs. Weasley hurried to close the curtains and silence the vulgar racket.
"Sorry about that." Mrs. Weasley said. "Let's go on into the kitchen to continue talking. Sirius, Arthur, and Remus are in there having a late supper. I don't suppose you are hungry as well? Made a delicious snoggle stew and there's fresh baked pumpkin bread as well." Mrs. Weasley yammered on as she led the way to the kitchen. WHAT IS SNOGGLE STEW? I thought, making a grossed out face.
"That's alright. I've already eaten. I've just come bearing some good news, is all." Da replied as we entered the kitchen.
"Albus! So good to see you!" Mr. Weasley greeted from the table. Sirius and Remus smiled in greeting before cautiously taking bites of their stew.
"What brings you to our humble abode?" Sirius asked with a smile.
"He has brought good news!" Mrs. Weasley cheerily interjected. Da smiled at her.
"Yes, I have come to deliver good news. We have been able to secure extra aurors for Hogwarts this year and I've brought a little extra security to help keep an eye on things here til school starts." They all seemed slightly confused on the last part and looked to each other to see if maybe someone understood.
"Um, Albus, what kind of extra security did you bring for us?" Molly asked slowly.
"Well, that's not for you to worry about. If you're lucky you might encounter this extra security but don't get your hopes up. It usually only turns up if something is wrong. Anyways, I've installed it into Sirius's brother's old room, so it's best to stay out of there." Da explained.
"Um, Albus, what—" Molly tried to ask more but Da held up his hand silencing her. She looked slightly affronted but stayed quiet.
"The security is mostly for our younger generation inhabitants. It'll keep an extra watch on what they may or may not be up to. Anyways, I really must be off. Have a wonderful evening and until next time; dribble when you can and not, when you ought not." He turned with a flourish and made his way out of the house. As we heard the door close shut, they all looked around at each other in bewilderment.
"Well, that was interesting." Mr. Weasley finally said, breaking the silence. They finished their supper, chatting about various things. I found a dark corner and settled myself to the floor. Time to get used to the hollow aching feeling of loneliness that my invisibility casts upon me once more.
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The house was busy, day and night. Mrs. Weasley practically ran a 24 hour Bed and Breakfast for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. The first full day I was there, I stayed in the kitchen the whole day. That's the thing about eating, people always talk. It's the easiest way to find out any information you are after. I found out quickly that the Order was keeping guard on a prophecy, which had to do with Voldemort, within the Ministry of Magic. They would each take turns keeping watch to make sure he didn't try to break in and steal it. The super early morning members headed off to work before the Weasley crew poured in.
Ginny was the first to mosey in for breakfast. She had just set down when Ron, grumpily mumbling, shoved through the door and plopped himself down at the table next to her. His weight jostled the table, causing her to spill the milk she was pouring. She looked at him sharply but he ignored her and they both continued on with breakfast in silence.
A few moments later, with a loud "POP!", Fred and George apparated into the room for breakfast.
"We're here! The meal may commence!" They said in unison as if everyone were waiting on them to arrive. Ron and Ginny ignored them completely, continuing to eat. Mrs. Weasley, however, turned to them with her hands on her hips.
"Boys! You don't need to use magic for everything. Just because you're of age to do so doesn't mean you should use it at every turn. This is getting ridiculous." She scolded before turning back to the stove. They looked to each other with grins and shrugged their shoulders at each other.
"Oh but Mother, we Are quite ridiculous. We like it that way." Fred replied with a smile.
"No Fred. Bogarts are ridiculous, we're just plain bizarre." George corrected with a wink. I could barely hold in my laughter and a small giggle escaped me. George turned and looked in my direction but he was the only one who had noticed. My heart stuttered looking at him standing there. I had missed him. I hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye to him and I hadn't been allowed to send any owls to anyone from the Diggorys'. Fred sat down at the table to eat but George remained standing, looking in my direction. I could tell by the way he was scanning the area, that he suspected I was there somewhere. Fred looked at George, noticing his distraction. He shoved George playfully, knocking him slightly off balance.
"Whatcha doing? Ron's going to eat all the biscuits if you don't hurry." Fred said with a mouthful of food. Ron moved his arms over his plate, protectively; as if afraid they'd start stealing the food off his plate. Knowing the twins, I wouldn't rule it out as plausible. George just glared at Fred.
"I thought I heard something." He explained himself. Fred followed the direction of his gaze into the corner, where I sat.
"Probably just that ugly elf." Fred dismissed and turned back to his food.
"Don't let Hermione hear ya say that." Ron warned quietly before shoving a strip of bacon into his mouth. Fred rolled his eyes.
"Hermione isn't here yet and I don't care what she says about the stupid bloody elf. He's awful. He doesn't deserve her sticking up for him." Fred replied. George continued to stare at my corner through this conversation but finally gave up and turned to sit down to eat. He didn't give up completely though. Throughout the meal he kept glancing in my direction. He was even leaning slightly towards where I was, as if hoping that by leaning he might hear any noise from that direction easier. The meal ended and everyone went on their way. Mrs. Weasley assigned chores to everyone, receiving grumbles in return.
"This house HAS to be spic and span and it's not going to do it on its own." Mrs. Weasley commented. "…and its actually fighting back to stay dirty. Tooth and nail…tooth and nail…" She added quietly, irritated, mumbling to herself. The twins grinned at each other. This was definitely only a sign of trouble. George lingered behind though, when Fred apparated away. He looked towards the corner where I was again and casually made his way towards me. My heart fluttered wildly. His red hair was messy and slightly shorter than I remembered. So handsome, so sexy… I blushed and smiled to myself. I backed up behind the cabinet that was nearby. As George moved closer, I made myself go visible. He didn't see me there at first but when his eyes finally spotted me in the dark, dusty corner, the happiness that washed over his face gave me a wonderful warm feeling. He rushed to me, pushing me further into the small space so that we would both fit and be hidden.
"Where have you been?" He whispered so close to my face. His immediate demand for answers making guilt settle heavy in my gut.
"It's good to see you too." I greeted sarcastically. A short moment followed, both of us just staring at each other. I let out a sigh and smiled in apology. "Sorry I disappeared for so long, I was…ill. Then I was ordered to stay in hiding…" I explained. Worry crossed his face and he bit his lip nervously.
"You barely tell me anything about yourself, and then disappear for most of the summer. Then you show back up and tell me you were sick and in hiding… I'm only going to be able to handle so much more of this mysteriousness before I go bloody mad." He said, exasperated. He smiled to soften the tone of what he just said to me. I couldn't help but to smile back. Another moment stretched between us, his eyes roaming my face as if trying to ingrain the image into his mind with perfect clarity. He reached out his hand and brushed my hair away from my face. Goosebumps prickled all over my body. "I missed chasing my ghost around." He said softly with a wink. I quietly giggled in response. We stood there for a while more, just staring at each other, grins plastered on our faces. George shuffled his feet some and somehow caught his foot on something causing him to fall against me, crushing me against the wall. He regained his balance but didn't move away. He looked down at me, his smile gone. Our eyes met and suddenly his face was moving towards mine. My heart thrummed so fast and violently, I was sure he could hear it. Just as our lips were about to meet, a loud pop behind us interrupted.
"GEORGE? Where the bloody hell did he go?" Fred demanded loudly. George pulled away and sighed, the moment broken. Stupid Fred! Gah! Disappointment filled me with sadness and I invisified before George could see it and protest.
"Dee!" He whispered, calling for me. But I ignored it and decided to go settle into my new bedroom before the next meal began.
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