And once again, I own nothing.

The Stuff Legends are made of

By WriterL

Put that in your fireplace and smoke it

Many miles away from Surrey on a lone street a mansion stood. Its broken down form held no life and passerbyers looked from one house to the next almost as if the deserted place didn't exist.

But exist it did, and to say it was deserted wasn't quite true. It had been for many years but now the walls with in Grimwald Place held life to a select few. These few were the members and family of the Order of the Phoenix: fighters and warriors of the light.

Currently these fearless souls were a formidable foe deep in a fierce battle against the annoying pests, dust and frightening soap scum that plagued th walls they lived in. The sounds of the battle raged thru the walls.

"Ronald Weasley put that mop down this instant!"

Hermione Granger had been at the Order's HQ for a few weeks already this summer and since then had grown a deep hatred for dust bunnies. Her partners in cleaning on the other hand….

Still hated it as much as she did.

And to show their dislike Rona, Ginny, and the twins were all protesting by ganging up on the bushy haired bookworm with mops and cleaning supplies, ready to unleash their wrath.

"Eat soap scum, Hermione!" Yelled the twins in unison as they sprung at the defenseless girl, wielding their cleaning bars. Ron followed with his mop; twirling it around his head in an impressive matter, until it slipped from his grasp and landed on his head.

"That's what you get, oh dense brother of mine." Ginny laughed out at her relation who was currently sitting dazed on the floor.

The remaining four warriors for cleanliness stood two against two since Ginny had sided with Hermione stating that "Boys simply do not make good team mates, especially her brothers. Slow as slow the whole lot of them."

"It seems we have come to an impass." Said twin one, stroking his chin in a scholarly type fashion.

"Indeed we have, oh wise one." Mimicked the other.

"An impass we have reached."

"Reached one we have."

"An impass."

"Oh whatever shall we do?" they sighed in mock defeat.

"Uh, help me up?" Piqued a voice from the ground.

All occupants of the room looked from one another and shrugged.

"Nah!"

And then they tossed aside their weapons, I mean cleaning supplies and left to go take a well deserved break in the kitchen.

Meanwhile in the kitchen….

It was in the kitchen and dining room where most of the adults currently were. They had just gotten out of a particularly wonderful meeting discussing what their new plans for the war were, and now were about ready to set the table for dinner.

Mrs. Weasley, everyone's favorite maternal influence, was finishing up her stew and was about ready to call everyone to the table when a large crash echoed throughout the house.

"Ronald Weasley you put down that broom this instant or by George I'm going to…"

"Hey did I hear someone say my name?" One of the twin interjected.

Molly could only chucked to herself when she heard Hermione scream in frustration. It was good to know children could still be children, even in such dire circumstances.

"Well the stew's done, bread cooked. It's time for dinner!" The women left the kitchen and on her way to inform the occupants of the house that dinner was ready passed by the fireplace.

The strangely lit and green fireplace.

And without anymore warnings it flared up and a body fell from its flames. Molly took one look at it and ran.

The stew lay forgotten as she did. It was very important to let the other order members know, you see. The man that was very important to many here. His clothes were rags, and his body dirty and hair matted. But there was no mistaking him.

Sirius Black had returned.