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Feeding The House With Weasleys

Harry had spent the week cleaning Grim Auld Place and it seemed that despite cleaning for almost as long as at the Dursley's, minus breaks for food,

"So, we're at Grim Auld Place? Why would someone name their house The Grim Old Place in the first place?" joked Harry.

"No idea, mate. Guess this place has always felt so... lifeless."

"Who would want to buy a place that felt like this?"

Ron's shoulders moved with his shrug.

"I don't know, mate. If it were up to me, maybe only for hiding in."

"Hold up," started Hermione, "Think, Harry. I know that you have got to have read books that the Dursleys didn't allow just in your school curriculum or wandering into the library. I would imagine that the house would be both a positive and a negative with an ambience like this. With how many different wars that the magical world have been fighting, I imagine that it would be a big help against invaders. Just think, if you were going to invade a house like this, not this one, you feel antsy, and then you come in and the house pushes down on you. Doesn't that sound like the start of any proper muggle horror story with all invaders dying mysteriously in various ways, not just from the owners but the items in the house."

The three of them were holed up in Ron and Harry's room. All three of them were on the floor between the beds. Harry was leaning back against the mattress, while Hermione was resting her chin on her knee, and Ron was twiddling with the edge of his shirt between them.

"Yeah, that makes sense," thought Harry, "I mean, wasn't your mom, Ron, attacked by a pair of animated pajamas of all things this week?"

"The screeching portrait really helps make you feel unwelcomed," huffed Ron. Then his eyes widened, "Wait... you don't mean?"

"When did things start attacking?"

"I don't know, when we started cleaning and clearing out things? It felt off when we first arrived."

"You think the house feels attacked, Hermione?"

"Have you ever wondered how the stairs in Hogwarts move, Harry? The castle is a little bit sentient. Maybe Grim Auld Place has been trying to drive out its inhabitants since... I don't know when, we arrived?"

"Huh. I don't that it's the cleaning. I mean the dust layers are not over decades old and Sirius couldn't have grown up here without any type of cleaning being able to be done. I doubt it's the cleaning. Huh. Ron, what's you mom thrown out or Mundungus stolen that has the house decided we're it's enemy?"

"Wait, the boggarts and everything could be being drawn here by the house and that's why we keep finding more in places we've already cleaned? No wonder we can't get the house done in a week."

"I guess, tell Sirius? I mean, he owns the house. Maybe he could find out easier because he used to live here?"

"Probably. It's been years with dementors, but I guess it's worth a try?"

The three got up, and going quietly by the door where Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were talking over their days to each other, went and knocked on Sirius's door. He greeted them lazily, leaning one shoulder where it wasn't seen on the inside of the door frame.

"Hey, pups, what's up?"

"Sirius, growing up, did your parents ever mention this place being somewhat sentient? Hermione mentioned something about it being a somewhat cliche horror trope where the house is somewhat sentient and tries to drive out inhabitants using anything it has inside. It reminded me of the pajamas that attacked Mum and how we are constantly finding doxies in cleaned rooms, as well as the boggarts, and just how dark the house feels."

"What does the muggles say about houses like this one, Hermione? I haven't a clue about what will help, nothing that isn't dark magic, and this house doesn't need any more of that; it's dark enough in here as it is."

"We need to placate the house."

The raised eyebrows of the wizard before them told them there was something that they were missing. Hermione soldiered on anyway.

"It's bringing in nastier stuff all the time, and Mrs. Weasley, while intending to do the right thing, is getting rid of a lot of antiques that are part of the house. Maybe she threw something into the trash that is fundamental to letting us stay here by the house? We think we need to find it if so and give it back to the house."

"And if it's a blood offering that is required?"

"We have to give it in some way, or the house will take it anyway. There's this famous house down in the United States that will eat an animal or person every few years. Of course, those without magic, or as Uncle calls them, normal people are those that are in the area. It doesn't keep people from trying to live in it, but it keeps killing its owners. It's been decades since a wizard has lived in that one. This one has been without people for thirteen. We don't want to die because we didn't give the house it's yearly chicken or something."

Sirius laughed grimly.

"Nah, kid, it won't just be a chicken. This is Grim Auld Place, the place where the grim dwells. What is a grim a symbol of? Death. Death of a human. It won't be just a chicken."

"Well, we're not it's owners, so could it just take a chicken as a substitute from us kids or something?"

"Go ahead and try, but I'm not about to perform blood magic to keep the house alive."

"Wait, it is alive?" burst Hermione, "How can you do such a thing! I mean, starving the poor thing..."

She drifted off with a disappointed look in the direction of the adult, and Harry decided to help her.

"Come on, Hermione," he said as he grabbed Hermione's elbow, "Maybe we can go ask Mrs. Weasley for one of this year's roosters. She probably will let us have the one that kept attacking Ron after he flew near the garden."

"Maybe," she sighed as she calmed as she moved away from the confrontation, "It would probably end up in the soup pot soon anyway given how even Ginny's complaining about it."

"Basement or attic?"

"Most likely basement, as it is closer to the foundation. Hey, maybe that's where we should be putting the black bags of stuff that Molly's gathering? Keep the house from attacking more, hopefully?"

"Yeah, and if any of it's cursed, we get Bill to do it?"

"How? It's not cheap, seeing as the bank's probably the only place rich enough to employ curse breakers full time."

"I don't know."

"I guess we're keeping cursed stuff in the attic or the basement then, just until we know we haven't thrown something important to the house away."

They came to the doorway, where Hermione poked her head in.

"Mrs. Weasley, could I have the young rooster that keeps attacking people that go by the garden? I'm going to feed my hypogriff."

"Oh..."

Harry stepped to the door way.

"We'll pay you for the chicken. We just want to see if it will chase it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"No, no, don't call me Ma'am, call me Molly, dears," she tutted, "I'll be happy to help. Fred, George, get that young rooster that has taken over the garden, please. Harry would like it alive if you can."

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"I was thinking of just releasing it and seeing what would happen."

"That's really a good idea."

"Something we could watch, little bro?"

Harry wanted to sigh. Sometimes saying things generally came back to bite him in the foot. He wanted to say "no", but he didn't think he could with what he implied.

Seeing his hesitation, the twins grabbed the two of them by the door, and pulled them lightly to their room. Upon reaching it, they unlatched the door, made sure it was clear, and closed the door and locked it.

"So, what's going on?"

"We think that your mom has somehow upset the house."

"What?"

"How is such a thing possible?"

"Apparently, the muggles figured that one out, and now they have a man eating house. However, sinch your mom has started cleaning out a lot of the old stuff, your mom has been attacked and doxies keep coming back. We thought that since this one seems angry, and living somehow, we should feed it so it stops going after us."

"That's strange."

"It's better to see if it will attack the rooster than attacking us."

"Another thought was that something was tossed that kept the house from attacking us."

"Sounds like..."

"An idea of keeping a mouth propped open to prevent it from closing?"

"Crazy Blacks."

"Indubitably."

"Huh, wonder what it was."

"So our plan is to release the chicken into the basement and see what happens."

"That is an idea. However, you will let us come with you."

"Alright."

"Anyway, it lends credence to your statement."

"I concur, I concur," stated Fred.