In complete darkness, surrounded by boxes full of unnecessary junk accumulating dust, Ginny sat on a rickety wooden chair, hugging her knees to her chest, in the corner of the attic, pondering what was on the agenda for the Order of the Phoenix meeting. With the ghoul groaning softly on the other side of the room, the tears began to fall slowly down Ginny’s face, leaving her to hastily wipe them away. She would not be seen crying because the Order was being so clandestine.
Sliding off the chair, Ginny stumbled over to the entrance of the attic, climbed down the ladder, and locked herself in her bedroom.
“I call this meeting to Order.” The room was filled with an instant silence, then gathering volume as people discussed whatever they had spotted on the streets that seemed suspicious or the workings of the Ministry. “Silence! We have more important matters to discuss, for example Ginny Weasley’s involvement in the Order of the Phoenix. As suspected, she is not quite of age and will not be able to participate in a considerable amount of the Order’s plan of action. However, there are certain situations where Ginny could be very informative and, she has previously been involved, not in the Order, but in the fighting that has occurred, with a group named Dumbledore’s Army.”
“What are you suggesting Kinsley?” Mr. Weasley questioned with curiosity.
“This is only a suggestion, Arthur, Molly, but there is always the possibility of sending Ginny back to Hogwarts.” Mrs. Weasley was outraged.
“I will not send our daughter back to that school!” Mr. Weasley thoughtfully considered the proposal as Mrs. Weasley ranted on. “Molly, maybe we should.” This caught Mrs. Weasley off guard. “Excuse me?”
“She’s upset Molly, at least this way, she won’t feel so excluded. What’s the other alternative, leaving her locked up here, while we all do whatever we’re assigned?”
“I don’t care if she feels excluded if it threatens her safety!”
“Can we please take this into the kitchen Molly?” Mrs. Weasley stormed off.
“Excuse us.” There was an awkward semi-silence in which Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s arguing drifted into the dining room.
“Kingsley, if Molly and Arthur come to an agreement and allow Ginny to go, what will follow?”
“Ginny, will go to Hogwarts via the Hogwarts Express with the other students, and try her best to have a successful Sixth Year. If there is ever strife, we will be ready, or if there is anything suspicious, she will inform us.”
“A successful sixth year for Ginny is illogical. You-Know-Who is bound to cause strife; after all has he ever not disrupted a year at Hogwarts, whilst we were there? The Philosopher’s Stone Year One, Chamber of Secrets Year Two, Year Three, everyone thought Sirius was a mass murderer allowing Peter Pettigrew to return as his servant. In the Fourth Year he used the Tri-Wizard Tournament to return and try to kill Harry. The Prophecy and Department of Mysteries in Year Five, and there was Dumbledore’s death in Year Six. There has never been a normal year at Hogwarts, and there never will be whilst all this is going on. The sooner that everyone accepts that, the sooner we can come to a conclusion on the matter.” Hermione commented.
“She can be protected if she is here, at home, she can not be guaranteed safety is she returns to Hogwarts.”
“Ron, we appreciate your brotherly concern, but what will Ginny do here? She is likely to run away out of boredom and will end up causing more trouble than if she were there.”
Sitting bored at her desk, Ginny tried to amuse herself by doodling on a spare bit of parchment she had found lying on the floor. Dipping her quill in her ink, she stabbed at her page, releasing some of the anger that had been building up all summer. She scrunched up her page, throwing it in the bin beside her. Walking to the bathroom to wash off the remaining ink on her hands, she heard the familiar creak of the stairs. Walking back to her room, Ginny discovered yet another person hurriedly placing something on her bed.
“Will you excuse me?” Harry stood, leaving the table. He watched as Ginny left her room. Harry rushed upstairs to her empty bedroom, clutching something in his hand. He heard the patter of her footsteps on the landing as she returned, leaving him no time to escape from her bedroom. “Gotcha.” She whispered. “What’re you doing Harry?” Harry passed her some parchment. “What is this?”
“It’s a letter I wrote to you, before I left, except I kind of updated it a little. Just promise you won’t open it ‘till I leave?” Harry said.
“Okay,” Ginny murmured, confused. “How’s the meeting going?”
Glancing in her direction, Harry replied, “It’s fine.”
“I’m assuming you won’t tell what it is you’re talking about.”
“You’ll find out soon… well soonish.” He answered.
“Worth a shot.” Lifting his arms to hold onto her shoulders, Harry spoke,
“Ginny, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t wish to be older just so you can be part of whatever this is. I know not being of age may seem like the worst thing in the world right now, but trust me when I say I’d trade places any day.” She remained silent. He turned to leave, “Ginny, the meeting’s nearly finished, dinner will be ready soon.”
Whilst Harry was returning to the Order meeting, in which Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had come to a decision on the matter they were currently discussing, Ginny lay on her bed, anxiously unfolding the letter.