(A/N) This is part two! I couldn't fit it all into one chapter, so instead of being an original one-shot, I had to turn it into a two-shot! Well, enjoy it anyway…this is still the result of brother-sister teamwork, so R&R! Let me know what you think and, if you think it should be better.
A couple months after Harry was let out of St. Mungos and got rid of the toilet seat, he moved to his parent's old house, which was deserted and the perfect place to get some peace and quiet. Harry couldn't bear to be a hero crowded with such strange members of the wizarding world.Harry was sitting in a dusty chair in the corner of the shabby living room. He had secured the open part of the house with protective spells that would keep out unwanted visitors. Outside the house, Ron and Hermione walked up to the front gate, which was swinging open. After pausing for a few moments to contemplate how to approach the nervous wreck inside, they advanced to the door and knocked.
Inside, Harry heard noises coming from the attic and upper part of the house. Then, there was a knocking at the door. He grabbed his wand and slowly walked over to it, shaking in fear. A phoenix entered through a crack in the door as Ron and Hermione walked in.
"How did you get in here?" Harry asked in astonishment, almost certain his spells were unbreakable. "Well, the problem upstairs is that there is a weak spot in the spell you put on the attic." Hermione explained as the two walked inside before closing the door partially. "And a huge crowd is up there trying to get down." Ron continued.
"But how did you get in here?" Harry asked them, looking up towards the attic above him, half expecting the ceiling to fall in. "We got past the spells you put on the house because of that problem." Ron shrugged. "And so did the other people." Hermione told him. Just then, a large portion of the ceiling caved in and the crowd of people stood there, staring blankly.
"Get out!" Harry yelled at them, "Get out of my house!" He chased them towards the door waving his wand in the air. The people darted towards the door for fear of being jinxed. As soon as all the people had gone, Harry crouched in a small corner of the room where the ceiling hadn't collapsed. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then at the damage done to the ceiling, and finally at Harry, who was still shaking.
They slowly closed the door and tried to approach Harry, but stopped when they saw him writing in the same organizer that Hermione had given him two years before. Harry had once tried to burn it, but had been unable to break the protective spells Hermione had placed on it.
He looked down at the paper as he wrote, Repair ceiling. "Harry…" Hermione said gently, but concerned, "put the book down, okay?" Harry looked up at them from the page. "Yeah, it's not like this is abnormal." Ron tried to console, "I mean, people's ceilings' fall through all the time, spells often don't last, wizards' wands stop working, and people get depressed. This is nothing out of the ordinary."
Harry continued to write in his book, Fix spell on house, seal house, get new wand, get new schedule book, GET A LIFE! "Ron, you made it worse." Hermione muttered in Ron's ear. "What?" Ron asked her, "He's better than he was a month ago, when we last saw him." Hermione glared at him and walked over to Harry.
"Harry." She stated quietly, moving slowly towards him trying not to scare him, "Give me the book. It's all right." Harry looked up at her and snapped the book shut. He clutched it to his chest and refused to let it go. "Hand it to me Harry." Hermione pleaded. "Come on, buddy. Do what she tells you and she won't have to get nasty." Ron advised.
Instead, Harry shook his head violently and backed even further into the corner. "I didn't want to have to do this, but…" Hermione began, before lunging forward and grabbing the book, "I'll have to get it from you one way or another." "Give it back." Harry pleaded pulling back on it, "I need it. Without it, I'll shrivel up and die!" "No – you – won't!" Hermione stated as Harry's grip tightened.
There was a sudden noise from outside and Harry flinched, loosening his grip just long enough for Hermione to yank the book free from his grasp and throw it into a bookshelf. She released the protective bindings and it disintegrated.
Harry fell to the floor quivering and twitching. Ron used a spell to clear the mess away as he stared pitifully at his friend. Hermione was pushed back, to where Ron was standing, by some invisible force. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Hmm…" Ron pondered, "I have an idea." He walked forward and held his hand out. Ron started to lean on an invisible wall. "This is no time to play mime." Hermione told him, figuring it was an act. "Well, I'm not." Ron told her standing up straight, "Harry's suffering from build up of stress."
"As if we couldn't tell." Hermione stated sarcastically. "It's true." Ron said. "I'll believe that one when I see it." Hermione replied angrily. "Go ahead and doubt it, but we wouldn't be floating right now if I were lying." Ron told her as a matter-of-factly.
Hermione looked down and, indeed, they were floating towards the hole in the ceiling. "It's something all really stressed wizards go through when they reach a certain stage in devastation." Ron continued to explain happy that, for once, he knew something Hermione did not, "And, right now, we're making him even more stressed…hence, the massive build-up of stress on which we are currently riding."
"All right, then." Hermione stated as they floated through the ceiling, "How do we stop it?" "We could try making him laugh." Ron suggested with a shrug. "That's easy." Hermione said with a smile. Out of nowhere, she made a flock of canaries appear and descend upon Ron, who cowered in fear.
"Hermione!" he yelled, "It's not funny! Make them go away!" "Why don't you?" Hermione asked him. "Because, I was never good at that part of the process." Ron explained as the flock continued to peck at his head. They started to sink back down to the ground.
"It's working!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "Great, now could you call off the birds?" Ron screamed. "No." Hermione said calmly, clearly pleased with herself, "Not until Harry is happier again." "Oh, you better appreciate this Harry!" Ron called as they descended into the living room again, "The things I do for you!"
When they were safe on the ground, the canaries started to dive bomb Ron, who screamed in fright. "Hermione!" he yelled. Just before they could hit him, Hermione made them disappear, much to Ron's relief. Harry sat up where he was and laughed slightly. It reminded him of all the funny things he'd gotten himself into with his friends; his two best friends.
"No more birds." Ron muttered as he continued to shake, "I hate canaries." Hermione laughed at him and helped Harry up. "Well, do you feel better now?" she asked him. Harry mumbled something she couldn't hear, but she noticed him nod his head. "That's better." Hermione sighed in relief, "Now, all we have to do is get Ron to stop sulking."
In another corner of the room, Ron crouched in a fetal position muttering to himself. "Cheer up, Ron!" Harry told him, "This sort of stuff happens all the time. People get attacked by flocks of birds everyday on the street." "No – more – birds." Ron muttered looking up at them and shivering in fear.
"Now, who's feeling stressed?" Hermione asked him. "Who wants to bet it's Ron?" Harry teased, suddenly feeling much better. "The only question is how do we get him out of it?" Hermione pondered. "Well, this happens to be made of some invisible gelatin based magic." Harry explained.
"Why don't we use a shovel?" Hermione asked, not believing him. "It won't work." Harry tried to tell her, "It's just like gelatin." "Sure." Hermione said rolling her eyes. She summoned a shovel and attempted to jab it into the area where the invisible wall was. "It's only going to absorb it." Harry warned.
The two stared as the shovel was sucked out of Hermione's hands and hovered inches above Ron's head. "Don't say anything." Hermione said through gritted teeth, staring in disbelief. "I told you so." Harry muttered under his breath so only him and Ron could hear it.
Ron started to smile slightly, but still remained shivering. "How about using a needle to pop it?" Harry suggested. "I thought you said it was like gelatin." Hermione barked back, "If the shovel worked, then why do you think a needle will pop it?"
Harry smiled at her and shook his head. "Because I have experience with this sort of thing." He told her. "Oh, so now you know everything. Am I right?" she asked with anger in her voice. "Yes." He reassured her and summoned a needle.
"Do you want to bet against my better judgment?" Harry asked, pausing while waiting for Hermione's answer. She looked at him with narrowed eyes. "No." she muttered. "Wise choice." He answered and proceeded to push the needle closer to where the shovel had been absorbed.
The moment the sharp point touched the invisible wall, the shovel dropped to the floor. "What do you know? Needles pop gelatin." Hermione gasped. "Not gelatin…bubbles." Harry corrected, "It turns into a bubble after the person's spirits are raised."
Hermione grouched and sat down in the armchair in the center of the living room, glaring at them as Harry helped Ron get to his feet and walk over to the couch. Harry sat next to Ron, who remained shaking. This time, a part of the ceiling collapsed right above where Hermione was.
She screamed as she quickly cast a spell to protect her. The bits of the ceiling froze above her head and she redirected it to the corner of the room and got up from the chair. The next thing she saw as she looked up through the whole in the ceiling was Crookshanks, her cat.
He leaped down into her arms and stared at him in shock as he cuddled up on her shoulder. Ron was still shaking except, this time, it was from laughter. "Hey, that was not funny." Hermione stated calmly. "Was too." Ron laughed. Harry started to laugh as well.
"You should have seen your face, Hermione." Harry told her. "Yeah, it was priceless." Ron agreed. Hermione dropped her cat onto the armchair, faced the guys, who barely noticed her slight movement toward the pocket of her cloak.
"You think that was funny?" she asked calmly with a false smile. "Yeah." The guys responded. Crookshanks growled in response. "Well, you'll love this." She smiled at them for real as the thrust her wand in front of her.
The guys immediately stopped laughing and looked at each other worriedly. "Run?" Harry asked. "Run." Ron confirmed as the two jumped up from the couch and ran up the stairs. "Get back here and take it like real wizards!" Hermione yelled at them, as she chased after them, shooting jinxes at them.
"What makes you think we'll do that?" Ron screamed back at her and she growled in frustration. Crookshanks curled up on the armchair and went to sleep, as Hermione proceeded to chase the other two around the house. The cat let out a sigh of relief and began to purr.
(A/N 2) Well, that's the end. I realize that it's kind of not that well put together, but I'm still pretty proud of it. After all, it is my first Harry Potter fic. Let me know what you think and if you feel that I should write more Harry Potter fics…or if I should stick to High School Musical and Disney Channel. R&R!