A/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday, this updating everyday thing (since I have a lot of time on my hands at the moment) seemed easy... that was when I had six chapters backed up... I couldn't post yesterday, cause my mum had a friend round for the first half, and i had to entertain my 7 year old sister...

Then I spent 4 SOLID hours in a boiling hot room with no fan, drawing HP fanart... Why?... I still dont know...

At least i now have 9 fanarts instead of 2. I don't normally feel in the mood to draw, so i had to grab the chance while i could...

So that left me mentally drained, (it takes a lot of concentration).

Anyway, enough of me rambling, ON WITH THE STORY!

Enjoy ;-)

Chapter 22 – The Concept of Trust

It was three days after Christmas, and the joy of it, was still subsiding. They had nine days left of the decorations, before they had to come down, (it was in the Black's blood to be superstitious.) But Fred and George, would still occasionally charm some piece of furniture to sing Christmas carols. The Weasleys were leaving today, and they were collecting all of their belongings, which had somehow scattered themselves around the house, in the few days that they had been their.

Ron and Hermione were bickering, as usual, and Fred and George, were annoying Molly, by using magic for every thing and anything that they could.

'Fred, bring Ginny's bag down, will you?' Arthur asked. Fred apparated upstairs, and unfortunately, apparated back down with the overnight bag, just as Molly walked in.

'FRED! How many times must I tell you? Just because you can use magic, doesn't mean that you have to use it for everything!' Molly shouted at him.

'Crookshanks,' Hermione called, scanning the room for her cat. Larissa came hurtling down the stairs, holding a fat ginger cat in her arms, and thrust him at Hermione.

'What happened to your hair?' Hermione asked

'That cat did.' Larissa replied, turning on her heel, and dashing back up the stairs to fix it.

'Why is Ginny's h-AAAGGHHH!' Larissa screamed, as Hermione's cat leapt onto her head from on top of the bookshelf.

She prized the cat off of her head, and looked into the mirror. She glared at Crookshanks, before picking him up and running down stairs.

Larissa picked up her brush, and brushed out her hair, so it was like it was before Crookshanks messed it up. She then picked up Ginny's hairbrush, that she had been about to pick up, and went down to return it to her.

Soon, the Weasleys and Hermione were all ready to go, and every ones overnight bags were in the car, that Arthur had borrowed from the Ministry, did they actually leave. Once every one had said their good byes, Larissa and Harry watched, as the car drove into the distance.

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The next evening, there was an Order meeting, Larissa dragged Harry along, to wait in the hall with her, for every one to arrive, so they sat there for twenty minuets before Moody arrived.

'Hello Potter, Black,'

'Hello,' Larissa said shyly, although she loved the Order meetings because every one came, the only person she was close to was Tonks, and she had known her, her whole life. The other person, that she had gotten to know quite well was Kingsley.

'Hello Kingsley,' she said, as he came in

'Hello Larissa, Harry.'

They said hello to a few more people, and then they waited. Tonks was the only person that hadn't arrived yet, she wasn't usually late. In fact, she usually made a point of getting there early, so she wasn't late, and to chat with Larissa, and the Order members.

'Hey Tonks,' She said

'Hey,' Tonks replied, her hair wasn't its usual bubble gum pink; it was brown, and straggly.

She walked into the dining room, and Larissa and Harry waited outside to try and hear something.

'Sorry, I'm late,' Tonks said

'You're here now,' Moody said 'So that's all that matters.'

'Hello Tonks,' Remus said

'Remus,' She replied unusually coldly, that was most unlike her. She was normally a bubbly, friendly person, who could sometimes accidentally be over-friendly, she didn't usually speak coldly, to anyone.

'What's up with her?' Larissa mouthed at Harry. Harry shrugged, they listened at the door more, but they couldn't hear anything. Moody must have put a silencing charm on the door.

'They don't trust us at all.' Larissa complained, once they were up in her bedroom.

'Well,' Harry said, 'If they did, we would be down there listening, wouldn't we?'

'Yes... well... that's not the point!'

They talked for a while, and started to plan the next few DA lessons, and then the meeting was over and they had to go to bed.

A/N: I hope you liked it, I'll try and do another chapter today to make up for it, but no promises okay?

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-Lissa XD