TW: none for this chapter (that I am aware of. Tell me if somethings needs adding)

Two loud cracks made Hermione and Harry jump as Fred and George appeared out of thin air and stood grinning in the middle of the room.
"Please stop doing that," said Hermione, exasperated.
They ignored her. "Hello Harry. We thought we heard you come in," said George.
"It's a good thing you let your anger out like that. Think of what would happen if you left it to fester. Nasty stuff that," said Fred.
"I'm glad to see you passed your Apparation tests," Harry said, grumpy.
"With distinction. Anyways, Harry, can you keep it down? We're trying to listen in on the meeting."
"It won't work," said Ginny, leaning up against the doorway. "Hi, Harry."
"Hello."
"Why won't it work?" asked Fred, looking like someone had taken away his favorite sweets.
"Mum's put an Imperturbable charm on the door. There's no chance the Extendable Ears are going to make it past."
"How do you know?" asked George.
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked into the room. "It's good to see you Harry. I'm glad you're finally here."
"Thanks Ginny," Harry sat down on the bed, still scowling. A few lines had disappeared from his face when he looked back up, "Ok, tell me everything."
They told him about Bill's and Charlie's jpbs in the Order, that Percy had picked the Ministry over his family, and that the Prophet had been slipping in side remarks about his mental state throughout the paper.
"Mum's coming," said Fred, tugging hard on the Extendable Ear, and the twins disapparated with another crack.
Mrs. Weasley popped her head around the door. "The meeting's over and dinner's ready. Ginny, wash your hands, they're filthy. Don't forget to keep your voices down in the hall."
Ginny sighed and went to wash. Hermione and Harry looked at Harry's slumped figure on the bed.
Hermione glanced at Ron, worried. "We knew you'd be angry, Harry, we don't blame you. You've just got to understand that we really did try and convince Dumbledore."
"Yeah, I know," he said shortly. There was another too-long pause. "Who's the house elf who lives here?" he asked with a weak smile.
"Kreacher. He's a nutter," said Ron.
"He's not a nutter!"
"His life's dream is to get his head mounted on a plaque like his dear old mum. That's not normal."
"If he's a little strange, it's not his fault."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione still hasn't given up on SPEW."
"It's not SPEW. It's the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare, and I'm not giving up until house elves have the same rights as wixes. Dumbledore said everyone should be nicer to Kreacher too."
"Oh Merlin, Solomon, and Hecate, can you stop it with the wix thing? You can just say wizards."
"No," said Hermione, flatly. She turned back to Harry, and tilted her head, confused. He was smiling at them.
"What?" she asked.
"I missed you two," he said.
"You missed us bickering?" she asked, unbelieving.
"Yeah. Now let's go eat."
The trio tiptoed through the hall. Hermione waved at Tonks as they passed her sealing the main door with spells.
She smiled and waved back, then tripped over the umbrella stand.
A ferocious wailing came from the portrait on the wall behind them as the curtains sprang open, revealing a drooling old woman with yellowed skin and eyes rolling back in her head.
Mrs. Weasley came flying out of the kitchen and saw Tonks on the floor. "Oh Tonks, again?"
She ran over to the portrait and tried to tug the curtains closed. The old woman screamed even louder and then started shouting profanities. Hermione flinched and covered her ears.
"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers -"
A black-haired man barreled down the hall and took over wrestling with one of the curtains.
"Yoooou!" the woman's eyes popped at the sight of him. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame on my flesh!"
"Shut UP!" yelled the man. With a huge effort he and Mrs. Weasley managed to heave the curtains closed and her screeching died away.
The man turned. "Hello Harry," said Sirius. "I see you've met my mother."