Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you really think I'd be writing fanfics? Didn't think so. I'd be hiding because there are so many plot holes and I've killed off the most interesting characters aside from Luna. If I owned Sherlock Holmes would I be writing fanfics? Nope, again. I'd be busy with Lestrade and yeah, you don't need the details. If I owned The Librarian would I be writing fanfics? Yeah, probably but only because Flynn would drive me nuts. Summation: They aren't mine.

A/N: So here we are again. The epic silly fic for my bestest best friend Becca. So far it's still making her and everyone else laugh. I'm still enjoying it so it will continue until we're not. Though if you're not you can just stop reading. Do let me know though. By the way, the Topsy Turvy room is from an actual story I read once. I don't remember the name of the book it was in and it wasn't a room. It was a story about someone who fell through a mirror and on the other side everyone walked on their hands. If you've read it and know the name of the book with that story in it I'd appreciate a heads up. On with the story.

The Invitation

Chapter Summary: After talking doors and sword fights Mrs. Weasley finally gets to invite Harry and the gang for dinner.

"Harry!" Molly Weasley yelled out as she reached the parts of 12 Grimmauld Place that she knew she should recognize. "Where are you, young man?" She stared up the staircase to the next floor and wondered if it was even safe to climb those stairs. Who knew what she'd find on the next floor.

"In here, Mrs. Weasley," Harry's voice called from behind her. Hadn't she passed those rooms already?

Molly whirled around and stalked towards the room where the voice had come from. This door too had been painted since the last time she'd been to Harry's house. It was now a rusty sunset color. She strode into the room and took in the new decorations.

The floor was a light blue color with puffy white rugs seemingly thrown randomly around the room. The walls started with the same light blue color near the floor and it gradually got darker the closer it got to the ceiling until it bled into a grassy green color that matched the ceiling. The furniture was all wooden and seemed be green and strangely bushy on the bottom with dark wood closer to the top of the chairs and tables. Molly notice that all the books in the bookcases were upside down. The whole room gave one the feeling of walking on the sky with the ground above you.

"What in the…?" Molly exclaimed. She shook off the disorientation and glared at Harry and Luna. "What is the meaning of this?" She asked harshly.

Harry calmly settled back against the leafy (Wait leafy? Were those chairs actually trees? Molly gawked) back of his armchair. "Meaning of what, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Why is this room upside down and a picture of outside?" Molly bit out and put a hand on the wall to steady herself from the feeling of vertigo.

"The room isn't upside down," the dark haired man scoffed at her. "Only your perception of it."

"What?" Molly barked and squeezed her eyes shut. "Who are you?"

"Fascinating," another voice said. "I never expected this room's composition to so disorient someone to this extent. I wonder if it affects all magical…no it wouldn't be. None of you are bothered."

"I suspect it's the fact that everyone in this house is completely comfortable in the Non-Magical world," the dark haired man said.

"Is there a spell to assist her with her perception?"

"No," Molly heard Luna behind her. "Altering a witch or wizard's perception of reality is a very dangerous undertaking and takes a great deal of time to accomplish. We shall simply have to move to another room."

"We can use the one across the hall, Lunalove," Harry's voice was closer and there was a hand holding Molly's elbow and gently leading her from the room.

"But Master Harry," Winky's voice protested. "We's hasn't decorated that one yet! Is still all ugly and bare."

"I'm sure it will be all right," Harry said and helped Molly to settle into a chair. "You can open your eyes now Mrs. Weasley. This room is normal. Boring but normal."

Molly carefully blinked her eyes open and found herself in a bland room with only a few sturdy chairs and a few small, low tables. "Why in the name of Merlin would you have a room like that, Harry? Luna, you should really stop taking advantage of Harry's good nature and need to make you happy like that." She scowled at them both.

Luna gave her a dreamy smile and handed her a cup of tea. Harry scowled back. "The Topsy Turvy room was my idea. It's from a book I read a very long time ago," he told her.

"Harry," Molly said with a sigh. "You cannot allow the fantasies of your childhood to rule your adulthood. Besides the book you read was Muggle was it not?"

"Does it matter whether it was non-magical or not," the taller blond man that was sitting beside Draco Malfoy asked.

"Who are you?" Molly spat out. "Of course it matters!"

Harry settled into one of the chairs with Luna ensconced on his lap which earned them a disapproving look from Molly. "Guess introductions are in order then," he smiled. "That's Flynn Carson. He's just moved here from America. He lives downstairs from Sherlock and John and has become one of our good friends." He gestured to the taller blond who waved a hand to her. "That's Sherlock Holmes the world's only consulting detective and a very good friend of Luna's and mine." He pointed out the dark haired man who merely rolled his eyes. "And lastly that's Dr. John Watson. He's Remus' older brother who was adopted by non-magicals. He's Sherlock's roommate and blogger and another very good friend of ours." The short blond man lifted his tea cup to her in greeting. "You have met Draco on a few occasions, haven't you?"

Molly frowned at them all and took a sip of her tea. The taste washed through her mouth and she quickly gagged and spit it back into the cup. She knew that it was terrible manners but she simply couldn't stomach something so very disgusting. "What is this?" She quickly grabbed a biscuit to try and get rid of the taste of the tea. One bite of it had her gagging even more but she swallowed it anyway.

"Peach tea from Georgia in the United States and Winky's mint cookies," Harry replied. "I gather you don't like them?"

"No," she choked out. "It's not that, dear, I simply am not used to the taste." Winky handed her a glass of water. "Thank you," she said gratefully. The little elf simply frowned and popped away.

"I like the peach tea," Sherlock announced. "And the mint biscuits that Winky spent three hours making and I like the Topsy Turvy room. It's very relaxing and it helps me think."

John took his hand and quietly hushed him while he poured a few drops of something from a potions vial into his own tea.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry called her attention back to him. "Was there a reason behind today's visit or did you only come to criticize my decorating, choice of refreshment and child-raising?"

"I'm not trying to criticize you, Harry dear." Molly admonished. "I'm the closest thing you have ever had to a mother and I'm trying to teach you the things a mother should. Now, I've come to invite you and…" she swallowed but plunged on. "Your friends to dinner tomorrow night."

A silent conversation flew around the room leaving Molly baffled and a bit irritated. "We thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Weasley," Draco told her politely. "But Flynn and I have a prior engagement. Perhaps another time?"

Molly gave him a gracious smile and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy. You will be made welcome the next time." Inwardly she grinned in glee. That was one less bad influence on Harry to ruin her family dinner.

"John and I will be there," Sherlock confirmed. "Unless we get a case and then we'll be off to solve it."

Molly smiled tightly at him and nodded her acceptance. She turned to look over at Harry and Luna. "We should be able to make it," Harry nodded to her.

"Unless Sherlock and John get a case," Luna piped up. "Then we'll be off helping them," she pouted at Sherlock's sudden look of objection. "You promised we could help on the next case."

Molly fumed silently but nodded anyway. "And what of Andromeda and little Teddy? Will they-?"

Kreature popped into the room right in front of Molly's chair and she couldn't stop the slightly startled yelp she emitted. "Mrs. Gran Andi and Little Master Teddy will be present at the dinner at the Wheezies."

"Well then, I'll be on my way," Molly said with another tight smile around the room. She set her tea cup down and hoisted herself to her feet. "I shall see you tomorrow, Harry dear."

"Show Mrs. Weasley the way to the door, please, Kreature," Harry asked.

"Harry dear, I believe I know where the door in this house is," Molly protested.

"Ever since we got rid of all the dark stuff in here the house seems to have grown a personality," Harry told her. "A mischievous one at that. Some days the stairs go in circles and the doors open to the roof or the garden or the loo. The front door likes to hide on Thursdays so you'll need Kreature to lead the way or you'll be hopelessly lost."

Molly shook her head in consternation and then followed the elf down the hall. She paid very little attention to where she was going as she tried to make sense of this insane visit. The door's parting comment of "Next time floo ahead like a normal witch!" only reminded her she hadn't talked to the boy about the door.

She turned around and stared up at the house. There was something very wrong with that group. They were all corrupting her little boy and she knew she had to find a way to stop them. She didn't know how to deal with Muggles though. She would need to speak to her daughter-in-law to be. Hermione would know how to fix this.

Filled with renewed determination she turned, strode into the alley and apparated home to marshal her forces so they could return Harry to the fold.