I don't own Harry Potter. Our Lovely Queen Jk Rowling owns the wizarding world. J

I arrived at Grimmauld place at the end of July, wondering how my friends' summer had been so far. Mum dropped me off at the park that was a couple blocks away, where Mrs. Weasley and Fred came to meet me.

"Have a great rest of your summer, dear. Don't forget to write! Oh, and have a wonderful year, darling." My mum said as she hugged me goodbye.

"I will mum, I'll see you later. I love you." I told her as I grabbed my stuff and started to walk away.

"I love you too, darling." Mum called to me as she got back into our car and drove away.

I was wondering what my parents did while I was away. Did they have a good time in each other's company? Did they have enough things to do while I was away for school? I missed them terribly while I was away at school, but there was no way I would give up the chance to learn to use my magic. At first, I had been worried that I would be homesick almost constantly, and so my mum made sure to send me letters and packages from home every week. It had made me feel better to know they understood that there was no way I would ever be able to leave Hogwarts, and that they supported me in my decision.

"Hermione! Oh, it's wonderful to see you, dear! You're looking a bit peaky; lunch is ready and waiting for us at headquarters." Mrs. Weasley said as she pulled me in for a hug also effectively pulling me out of my thoughts. I loved that about Mrs. Weasley, she was a hugger and her hugs were so motherly and comforting.

When she pulled back, I gave her a smile and told her; "Thank you for letting me come stay, Mrs. Weasley. Has Harry came to stay yet? I really hope he gets to be here for his birthday."

"It is not a problem dear. We absolutely love having you here. Even Freddie here hasn't shut up about you coming all summer. And no, Harry isn't here yet. No matter how much I complain to Albus he insists that Harry needs to stay with his atrocious relatives for a while longer. That man is infuriating." She smiled at me and after making sure there were no muggles around, she shrank my stuff, and I put it all in my pocket.

"So, Fred, you missed me this summer, eh?" I smirked at him as I gave him a hug.

"Let's just say it's more fun to pick on you than it is to pick on my family. I mean, I have been around them my whole life, and you're…" he stopped talking and started blushing profusely. I wonder what that's all about. Fred never blushes about anything.

"I'm what?" I asked.

"You're more fun to pick on seeing as you tend to be a goody goody—for the most part." He winked at me as he said that last part.

I blushed remembering our firewhiskey adventure. "Being a good student isn't a bad thing. So I like learning, and rules." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"oh really, Granger? So juvenile, guess I'll have to challenge you to a race then to see which one of us is more mature. We start here and the first one to the house is more mature! Ready? GO!" he started running.

"No fair! I don't even know where the house is, you jerk!" I started running after him.

"Too bad! I guess I will just end up being the more mature one!" Fred retorted.

"Just go until you get to number 11, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley called after me.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley!" I called back to her as I all out ran. I was only four feet behind Fred. Then two feet. Then we were running next to each other. We stayed at the same pace for a while, laughing, and trying to catch our breath as we ran. Then suddenly, Fred was gone. It's like he apparated. Oh! That jerk! I kept running until I reached my goal, and there was Fred, being scolded by Mrs. Weasley.

"You lose, Fred! You cheated! How could you do that to Herminie, this just proves that you're less mature!" Mrs. Weasley was saying.

"No one ever told me I couldn't apparate. The way I see it, it's totally fair." He responded.

"He's right, Mrs. Weasley. We never said he couldn't apparate, so he won in getting here, but by apparating when we were in a tied position proves that he is less mature because he is willing to use an ability I don't have to achieve his win." I stuck my tongue out at Fred again. He then stuck his tongue out at me.

"You two are just so cute," Mrs. Weasley said (Fred and I both blushed) "Now, Hermione dear, read this piece of parchment and you will be able to see headquarters." She handed me a piece of parchment with Number 12 Grimmauld Place written on it. As I read it, a house began to show itself between number 11 and 13. It was like the muggles who lived on this street never noticed that number 12 was missing, or that it would randomly appear in the middle of the street. It was odd to watch the building stretch itself into existence.

"Alright, dears, let's get inside." Mrs. Weasley began to usher us through the front door. "Oh, and be very quiet as we go inside, try not to knock anything over."

I was curious. Why did we need to be quiet? Was there something in the house that was horrible? Oh, there was. I wasn't paying attention, and I knocked over an umbrella stand that looked like a troll's leg. As it crashed to the ground and screeching scream came from a portrait of the most hideous woman I have ever seen.

"MUDBLOODS! FILTH! BLOOD-TRAITORS! BESMEERING THE MOST NOBLE AND ANCITNT HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW I MUST BE ROLLING IN MY GRAVE HAVING THESE IMBECILES IN MY HOME!" the portrait screamed.

"SHUT UP, you miserable old hag!" a man yelled as he shot a spell at the portrait causing the curtains to cover it again.

"Sorry about that, Hermione, My mother was always a rude old hag." The man said as he turned to face me.

"Sirius! Oh! It's wonderful to see you! How have you been?" I said as I ran forward to give him a hug.

"I've been alright. Just bored being cooped up in this old dump." He replied as we walked to the kitchen.

"Professor Lupin! Oh my goodness, it's great to see you! What are you doing here?" I said as I walked into the kitchen and saw my old defense teacher.

"It's great to see you, too, Hermione. And call me Remus, or at the very least just Lupin or moony. Cause I'm not a professor any more. And I'm just here to keep Padfoot here in line. Plus, I'm working for the order." Remus replied.

"What's the Ord—" I started asking when Fred interrupted me.

"Wait a second. Moony.. Padfoot.. are you…oh sweet merlin.. you have to be.. Are the two of you half of the Marauders? The most amazing Pranking hero's of all time?" Fred asked with his eyes wide and hopeful.

Sirius and Remus started laughing and Sirius finally was able to choke out, "Yep. That's us."

I swear, Fred just about fainted. He got down on his knees and started bowing at their feet. "I'm not worthy to be in your presence, but, by god would I be honored if you could teach me and George some of your amazingness. I would be forever in your debt."

"Moony, should we help him?"

"I don't know, Padfoot, he is a good prankster, I have seen a lot of his pranks. He and his brother may be worthy of learning some of our secrets."

"Sounds good to me. I'll go get the book." Sirius then ran out of the kitchen.

"Oh, wow. Boys. I swear, do you guys just never grow up?" I asked Remus.

"Now, what in the blazes would be the fun of growing up, Hermione?" Remus smiled at me as I shook my head and headed out of the kitchen to find Ginny and Ron.