Here's Chapter Three! Thanks for the reviews! They're helpful =) I'll try and go back and edit Chapter 2 later so that it makes sense, I know I made some stupid mistakes grammatically. Anywho, enjoy =)!

Ron paced back and forth in his room at Grimmauld Place, while Hermione stared at him anxiously and bit her nails. The two were worried about their best friend, Harry, who was currently residing with his belligerent aunt and uncle, and judging by the tone of his letters, he was beginning to get antsy.

"I'm afraid he's going to do something rash, Hermione,"

"Well, yes, we both know that Harry can act without thinking sometimes, but how far do you think he will get before whoever is tailing him catches him?"

"Well, Harry hasn't always had the best of luck now has he?"

"Yes, but like Sirius said, these people are Aurors, they know what they're up against. Harry isn't going anywhere, Ron."

"I hope so. I just have a bad feeling about leaving him cooped up with those people for so long. I mean, since when has being surrounded by authority ever stopped us? Let's take a look, shall we? First year, we get past a three headed dog and every other foul that lived on the third floor. Second year, we manage to get past patrolling teachers and prefects into the most dangerous sewer on this planet and we nearly die there. Third year, we turn back time and go gallivanting around at night in the forbidden forest. Last year, someone tries to kill him by means of an insane tournament! What other proof do you need, Hermione?

"Ron, look-"

There was a knock at the door, and Hermione got up to get it. Sirius was standing there with a plate of sandwiches.

"I noticed you two didn't come to dinner."

"No, Ron and I didn't really feel like eating. Actually, Sirius, do you know who is watching over Harry tonight?"

Sirius shifted uneasily. Ron and Hermione didn't look well. In fact, they looked like they had just finished arguing. Ron's face was as read as his hair, and Hermione's cheeks were pink.

"Um, is something bothering you two? And Dung was on Harry duty tonight." Sirius carefully watched their reactions. Ron's face didn't change to much, but Hermione's face fell.

"Well, Ron was a bit worried about Harry because he reckons that leaving Harry at the Dursleys for so long will result in him doing something reckless. I told him that…I told him that Harry would be fine as long as he is being tailed."

Sirius regarded Hermione very closely. She had been looking at him as she started talking, but towards the end, she faltered in a very un-Hermioneish way. His mind went back to the old days, back when the Marauders were at Hogwarts. Ron was akin to, well, himself, and Harry, of course, was the likeness of his father, minus the adolescent, arrogant attitude that James Potter exhibited in his first years at Hogwarts. However, Hermione was very much like Remus, responsible and always looking at the situation from a mature point of view; yet, something was off with the way she had been talking.

"Sirius?"

"Oh, sorry, zoned out a bit. Yes, well, Ron, Hermione is right. It would be very difficult for Harry to do anything with the members of the Order watching him so closely."

Ron finally resigned, sat on the bed, and picked up a sandwich.

"Wew, owkay Siwius. I gwess yow right."

Sirius took in the look of Ron trying to talk with his mouth full and Hermione giving him a look of deep disgust and laughed. He was counting down the days until those two ended up together. He walked to the door and went downstairs.

Ron swallowed, walked to the door, and put his ear to it for two minutes, to make sure Sirius had truly left. Then he rounded on Hermione.

"So, what are you really thinking?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ronald,"

"Oh, come on. You've been my best friend for almost five years. I know when you're lying. When you were talking to Sirius you looked down at your hands towards the last part and then when you finally looked up, you had that same look on your face that you had in first year, when you told McGonagall that you had gone looking for that mountain troll."

Hermione looked up, slightly bemused. So he did pay attention to her. Good to know.

"Well, I dunno. I felt confident about what I told you, right before Sirius said Mundungus was watching Harry. I don't trust him, Ron. He seems sketchy, and a bit…well, a bit irresponsible if you ask me. Your mum doesn't like him."

Ron laughed. "Is that it? Well, Dung's alright, I guess. Talks to Fred and George a lot, but I'm sure that he is more than capable of-

They were interrupted by hooting. Hedwig had just flown onto the windowsill.