It also served as brilliant company to their former Dark Arts professor. Being muggle born, it was better for Hermione to keep her new wizarding job separate from her muggle home life. Harry was usually away during a quidditch season and, after talking it over with Remus, invited Hermione to move into Grimmauld Place, as well. One year later, all of Harry’s closest friends, including the Order members, came to see him at the World Cup. Quiddich was something Harry was always good at and after seeing him win the house cup his seventh year at school, the team’s scout couldn’t resist taking on such an established and popular player. Harry, on the other hand, had been offered a job of a lifetime with the Chudley Cannon’s as their new seeker. He based it on his excellent judge of character, and not because they joined the secret society of the Order. Both Hermione and Ron had been offered jobs with the ministry as Aurors, thanks to Arthur Weasley’s word. The house remained a meeting place for the Order and after school when Hermione, Harry and Ron graduated, things changed again. Remus was elated with the invitation and was able to keep an eye on Harry at the same time by doing so acting as a mentor during dark times and final growing pains. Over the summer of Harry’s seventh year, the summer he turned a legal adult, he moved into number twelve Grimmauld Place and invited Remus Lupin to live with him. The house had already been put to good use, aside from hiding Sirius, a then convicted killer, as a meeting place for the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius was the eldest remaining of the Black family and therefore, left it to the hands of good, rather than into the hands of bad, his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. The house had fallen into Harry’s possession, having been left the house by his late godfather, Sirius Black. The old tapestries had been taken down and had been replaced with fine collectables and quidditch trophies. Harry and Remus had done their best at giving the house a thorough clean disposing of anything dark or evil that may have created a special vibe that offset the entire house. The house, even after living in it for two years, still gave Hermione an unsettling chill. Bobbing her tea bag up and down in her cup, she listened as the quiet threatening storm began to tap raindrops on the window like a music conductor beginning the first few notes of a powerful orchestra. She replaced the kettle to the stove, so it would be there ready for the morning brew. Hermione quietly padded across the cold stone floor to pour the hot water into her readied cup. Hermione Granger quickly tapped the kettle with her wand to put a silencing charm over it, so as to be a little bit considerate of the upstairs dreamer. Down the old set of stairs leading to the kitchen, a kettle steamed from the stove, indicating that the water was now ready to brew tea. As consistent lighting illuminated the curtains of the house, a quiet rumbling was heard in the distance that a storm was coming. The house creaked here and there, showing its age and the grandfather clock in the parlor chimed its two o’clock dong. The occupants had long since retired to bed, the portraits had been wished a good evening, the left-overs from dinner had been packaged and the magical self-propelled knitting set had put itself away. On Halloween night, number twelve Grimmauld Place was settling in. The question in our minds now may ask if we have the ability to turn back time, believe in the power of divination or to follow a prophecy. The time now, is not something that was written in a book, nor planned, nor seen as clearly as a moving picture. Generation after generation has sought higher education in distant countries to find answers to ancient questions. I hope you enjoy the new ride I take you all on! You’ll see a few subtle, grammatical changes, but mostly I just wanted to get it out there. If you’ve read this before, please take the time to maybe read it again. This is the *revised* version of this chapter, since it’s already been posted for quite sometime now. A note from Serade Black: Here we go again! I’m nearly done with the outline to this story, thanks to Tatiana422, the Narcissa to my Bellatrix.
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