Harry sat in the corner by himself, overcome with his memories of years ago when he and a few others had cleaned this room, trying to make the house more livable. He started thinkng about Sirius again and the night at the Ministry of Magic and it reminded him why, in the present, they were all at Grimmauld Place. It was because of Harry. Because someone was targeting him and his happiness. And it all boiled down to the same person...
Harry's face was starting to show little red splotches of anger. He looked towards Ginny, who was across the room.... She seemed to be trying to get on Elizabeth's good side? Well, good for her, Harry thought. He wanted to go to sleep now, no matter what time it was. So, without caring what anyone else thought or said, he settled into his sleeping bag and stared moodily at the wall.
Hermione had been in the drawing room before the others started to arrive. She had lit a fire in the fireplace and set her sleeping bag and pillow near a wall. She hadn't bothered to change, feeling both lazy and that it was quite fine to sleep in your clothes for once, considering everything was packed away in your trunk in another part of the house.
Hermione spotted George and decided to go talk to him. He looked like he could do with someone to talk to, so she walked over to him. "Hello, George," She said, trying to sound upbeat, "How are you doing?"
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