Where we stayin'

DISCLAIMER: DON"T OWN JACK, not even the song.

Harry walked into Gryffindor Tower and sat down. He was returning from a press conference explaining the Voldemort fight and wether or not he was going to do anything about the recent murders around Ottery St. Catchpole. Harry never gave a straight answer to this question. He did however get around to thinking about the fact that he hadn't seen Ron around lately and each witness mentioned a glimpse of red hair was seen. Arthur was under fire at the Ministry over this. Hermione was sitting down next to him obviously thinking about the murders as she said,

"Harry I just thought of something. Ron hasn't been around for a long time, And a couple weeks before Voldemorts death I had seen him reading a dark arts book. It was obvious he was trying to be discreet about it as he had it hidden inside Snapes potions book and always had parchment by him taking down notes. Then I saw him in a class room with a frog forcing it to do all sorts of things. As if..."

"It was under the imperious curse" Harry finished.

"Well yeah. Harry I know you probably don't want to think of this but, I mean I know he's your best friend and all but what if it's him"

"Hermione I understand what you mean, Ron's changed I've noticed that. You must have as well ever since Riku and Ginny started dating he's hasn't said a word to either of them. He barely says anything to either of us and he has had this angry streak ever since he claims I stole you. And adding to that is the fact that all of these murders are around Ottery St. Catchpole."

"It's gotta be him. Who else could it be." Hermione concluded.

"I dunno, but onto another happier note, have you decided between the two names you were debating on." Harry said changing the subject.

"Yeah if its a girl, Amanda Lilianne Potter. And if it's a boy Derek Kingsley Potter" Hermione replied immediatly.

"Works for me, I mean hell, anythings better than what you had thought of naming it if it was male, I mean King Snoopdog Lips. That's brutal 'Mione, And if it were female Dee Dee Desire?"

It was a month later Hermione had a bundle of blankets in a carseat next to her on the Hogwarts Express.Anne Lili Potter was a mere week old. She was sleeping peacefully while Hermione and Harry discussed how they were going to accomplish the next year, they didn't have a house other than Grimmauld Place and Harry shot that down. Ginny spoke up interrupting their conversations.

"Harry Hermione, Dumbledore needs to speak to you."

Harry picked up his daughter and he and Hermione walked out hand in hand. They looked in on multiple compartments before finding Dumbledore in a compartment with the company of Minerva, Snape, and Flitwick. "Yes Albus?" They asked in unison.

"Well we have recently came to an agreement, while it may have to be temporary since you have no place to go other than the Weasley's whose hospitality we ask to no longer impose on. That you may for the next year or so stay at Hogwarts to take up the Defense Post and Hermione to continue under tutorship of Minverva."

"Thank you sir, but what about Remus?" Harry asked not exerting his happiness about not leaving Hogwarts.

"Remus has requested to be your assisstant." Minerva answered before Dumbledore had the chance to.

Thanking the staff they exited and went to their original compartment in which they found it enlarged a little to fit the accomodations of the now present Riku, Ginny, Erica, Andy, Draco, and Jamie were all sitting and Harry sat down with Amanda in his arms and Hermione sat down beside him now occupying the only seats remaining. Riku knowing that the the baby wouldn't wake picked up his guitar as he had experimented with this as soon as it was asleep the first time. Picked at the guitar.

She said "It's just a woman thing" and pulled out of the drive
I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy
I've heard that when you love someone you gotta let 'em go
She hollered "When I find myself you'll be the first to know"
Ooh no news

I learned to do the laundry, feed the cat, and clean the house
I promised to be patient while she worked her problems out
When she packed her bags, her destination wasn't clear
But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere
Ooh no news

She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code
I'd prefer a bad excuse to no news

Her mama's been a little vague as to her whereabouts
Her sister says "I'm certain your romance is headed south"
I don't have a single doubt that she's still in love
My level of anxiety is just a product of
Ooh no news

She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code
I'd prefer a bad excuse

She missed her bus, missed her plane, surely this can be explained
Lost her car at the mall, got locked in a bathroom stall
Joined the cult, joined the klan, on the road with Pearl Jam
Buried with The Grateful Dead, came back as a Parrot Head
Got derailed, got de-iced, offered as a sacrifice
FBI, CIA, if they've seen her they ain't saying
No news
Still no news

He finished and the rest of the train ride went without incident.