An hour or so later, Blaise and I were standing in a cul-de-sac. Blaise said it wouldn't have taken so long if we hadn't of had to scurry along and hide in between buildings and behind dumpsters. Blaise reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, scanning it quickly. He handed it to me and said, "Memorize it and think about it."

Of course I had questions but I kept them to myself. 12 Grimmuald Place.

I watched amazed as a house squeezed itself between 11 and 13, pushing aside the houses as if it owned the place. Blaise tugged on my hand to make me move, pulling me towards the door where he knocked softly. "You have to be really quiet here or the pictures will get angry," he explained, though it hardly made any sense.

The door opened quietly and Blaise pulled me inside where I was immediately ambushed by someone with incredibly bushy hair.

"Oh, Rea!" she whispered. "We were so worried about you. We thought you were dead when the Order went to your house and found the Death Mark and . . . Oh, I'm just so happy to see you!"

"Hermione let her breath," I heard someone say. "Let's go into the kitchen where we can talk more freely."

Hermione grabbed my hand, a huge smile on my face, pulling me out of the foyer and into a brightly lit kitchen. It was then that I remembered this place from fifth year, at the very back of my mind. Sirius had been alive then. . . .

A lot of people were there that I knew when I came in. Harry, Ron, Hermione, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Remus Lupin. I felt like I was fifteen again.

It seemed to take forever to get all the hugs in considering Mrs. Weasley held onto me forever, crying loudly. When I finally got to sit down Mrs. Weasley hopped up and began bustling around the kitchen, getting food for Blaise and me. Harry, Hermione, and Ron started to explain things to me all at once, but it was hard to listen because the warm kitchen was making me sleepy.

Long story short, Blaise and I ate and then went upstairs to get some sleep, Blaise holding onto my hand the whole time, well most of the time. We fell asleep in different rooms of course, seeing as how Mrs. Weasley kept her ever watchful eye on us the whole time. Not that we were going to do anything (cough, cough).

A/N: Sorry this was so short I had serious writer's block so this is mostly just a filler. The next chapter will probably be more promising.