okaay, sorry for the hold up, but here is chapter number seven!

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Chapter Seven - Doxy Fumigation

"Indie. Indie! INDIE!"
"Huh, what?" Indie mumbled, sitting up dazed.
Standing beside her, was Tonks, her hands on Indie's shoulders.
Tonks laughed and sat down on the end of the bed.
"Everyone's been up for a couple of hours," she said, "but they need your help upstairs."
Indie leaned back on her pillows and groaned, rubbing her eyes.
"I don't want to get up," Indie sighed, looking out the door as Hermione wandered past.
Tonks laughed again, pulling back Indie's blankets, exposing her purple monkey boxers and Quidditch World Cup shirt.
"Well, too bad you have too!" Tonks said, before looking at Indie's boxers, "Nice boxers by the way."
Indie and Tonks laughed, before Indie pointed at the door.
"Okay then, leave while I get changed," she said, sitting up, spinning around and stretching again.
Tonks stood up and headed toward the door. "Gladly my dear," she said, "your boxers are pretty but your knickers might be a sight!" She quickly poked her tongue out at Indie before heading out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

Emerging about five minutes later in blue jeans and a purple t-shirt, Indie tied her long hair into a ponytail as she headed upstairs. She could hear them banging and laughing just above her, so she wandered up.
Indie walked into the room just as Hermione let out a scream. Eyes wide, Indie gazed over at her, and saw small fairy-like creatures with four legs and completely black bodies.
Doxies Indie thought, as she dived behind a dusty old armchair.
“Ouch!”
“Whoa!”
Indie looked, and realised she’d dived straight onto Harry. Blushing, Indie sat up and let Harry rub the new bruise on his thigh, caused by her elbow.
“Sorry Harry,” she said, “I didn’t see you there. I saw Doxies and ran!”
Harry laughed lightly, grabbing what appeared to be –
A plastic spray bottle?
“It’s okay,” he said, “but here’s the Doxy Repellent. They’re putting up a fight.”
Indie nodded, a small smile on her lips as she peered carefully over the top of the chair they were hiding behind. From here, she could see Fred and Ginny, back to back spraying anything and everything, while George was using an old photo album to bat a few Doxies out of Hermione’s hair. Ron and Mrs Weasley appeared to be fighting solo for the moment.
“I suppose we better go and help them,” Indie said, looking down at Harry, who momentarily joined her kneeling. He shrugged, as a couple of the small winged creatures finally noticed they were hiding.
Indie gasped and raised her spray bottle in defence.
“Incoming!” she cried, as she pulled the trigger, spraying the Doxy with a dark colored liquid. The horrid thing dropped instantly, and lay like a dead cockroach on the floor.
Harry also did the same, taking two down in one spray. After several moments, and lots of panting, all of the Doxies were exterminated on the floor.
“That was….” Indie searched for the right word, “interesting!” Her sarcasm could not be disguised as she threw her spray bottle down and lay backward, sighing.
Harry laughed quietly, while the others simply smiled, still panting from the Doxy encounter.
“Anyway,” Mrs Weasley started, brushing her hands on the apron she wore, “let’s sweep the room up, put all the furniture straight and maybe give it a good dust. We’ll move on to another room after lunch.”
There was a collective groan of disapproval, at which Mrs Weasley defiantly put her hands to her hips.
“You lot might get to go to Hogwarts in a few days, but the rest of us need to live here for some time!” she exclaimed, “While we’ve got the help, we’re taking advantage of it.”
“But Mum!” the Weasleys chorused, being met with a pointed finger.
“No buts!” she cried, “you’ll help clean up, or you won’t get any lunch!”
There was a moment of awkward silence.
“Well, I’m sold,” Indie said, sitting up quickly before standing.
“Where’s the broom?”