A/N: Okay, my idea bunny is back now with a brand new idea. I don't own Harry Potter, boohiss. (:

Hermione sat, surrounded by books. So much to do, so little time. After all, it was nearly the second week of the summer holidays and she hadn't done nearly as much homework as she would have liked to. Her bedroom had already been swamped in books and she was sitting cross-legging on her rug, balancing book after book around her, researching, reading up and finding out.

Suddenly, there was a flutter of feathers at the window.

"Fawkes?" Hermione said, squinting up at the window, trying to make the bird out against the darkness of the night.

She clambered up, stepped over her piles of books and opened the window.

"Fawkes, it is you," Hermione said, as the phoenix swooped in and landed on the back of her chair.

There was a roll of parchment attached to his leg. Hermione carefully untied it and unrolled it.

Miss Granger, it read.

Due to last minute complications, we ask for your hospitality for one of the wounded wizards from the front line.

Please send your reply as soon as possible.

Yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"I guess I could have someone here," Hermione said to no one in particular, looking around the room.

She bit her lip and looked back to the parchment. Picking out a route through her piles of books, she made her way to the door, still holding the letter. She ran down the stairs and almost straight into her mother, who was standing in the kitchen, buttering toast.

"Slow down, Hermione dear," her mother said, not looking up from her toast.

"Mum, Dumbledore just send me this letter," Hermione said, handing Mrs Granger the parchment.

Mrs Granger read it and reread it.

"Well, if it's an emergency case, I suppose we could have someone here," she said at last. "They'd have to sleep in your room, though, Hermione, there's no other space."

"I'll go and send my reply, then," Hermione said, taking the parchment back and rolling it up again.

She raced back up to her room, scrabbled around for some more parchment and a quill and quickly wrote a reply.

Professor Dumbledore, she wrote.

It would be fine for someone to stay here. How long would they be here for?

Yours,

Hermione Granger

She tied it back to Fawkes's leg and let him back out of the window. Before she had time to settle herself back in her pile of books, he was back.

Miss Granger,

Thank you for your hospitality. The "evacuee" will be arriving at midnight on August 6th and should be staying until September 1st, as they attend Hogwarts.

Yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"August 6th?" Hermione mumbled, looking up from the letter. "Today's the 5th… Oh heck, that's tomorrow!"

She ran back downstairs.

"Mum! Mum, they'll be coming at midnight tomorrow," she said, thrusting the letter to her mother.

"Well I suggest you tidy your bedroom up, with visitors staying," Mrs Granger replied after reading the letter.

Hermione ran back upstairs and pulled her trunk out. All the books fitted in when she brought them home from school, why shouldn't they fit now? She picked armfuls of books up and flung them into the trunk, not caring for order. Once the floor was clear and the trunk was packed full of books, she straightened her whole room up, tweaking at the curtains, adjusting the books and paper on her shelves, straightening her bed covers.

"I wonder who would be on the front line from Hogwarts?" Hermione wondered to herself as she pulled the camping bed out from under her own bed and began to set it up on the floor.

She spent the rest of that night cleaning her room and making the bed for the "evacuee".