The entire group had gathered after dinner. Amelia had been most interested in the letter Harry had received from the Minister.
"This looks far more genuine than most of his memos," she pointed out, handing it back to him.
"I think you should meet with him," Bill said thoughtfully.
Arthur nodded in agreement. "Fudge could be helpful, especially in continuing to block Albus. If he's willing to listen now, and you go in with some evidence as back up. Copies, of course, not the originals," he said.
"Then I guess I'll write back," Harry said. "Meanwhile, what about the others? Do they still think I'm at Privet Hell?"
Fred snorted. "They do. Unobservant of them really. Still guarding the place and everything. George and I offered to do a turn, but apparently, they think we'll spend the whole time plotting mischief with you."
"Or terrorizing your cousin," George said. "They might not be wrong."
Harry snickered. "Probably not. Hermione still driving Ron up the wall?"
"It seems Miss Granger is quite put out that ickle Ronnikins would like to avoid his homework until the tran leaves the station," Bill said, unable to hide his amusement. "If Mum wasn't keeping them so busy with trying to clean the rooms, I'm sure they'd be arguing even more."
Sirius shook his head. "The rooms won't clean. It's the wards. If she really wants it cleaner, she has to quit trying to take over my house. Otherwise, it'll keep looking dirty and unwelcoming."
"I'll keep trying to work on her," Arthur promised. He loved his wife, but he wasn't blind to her faults.