t was early in the morning. It was so early the sun was just beginning to rise, sending a warm, red light through the room. It tickled Hermione at the end of her nose, warmed her and finally woke her up. Ginny, who lied in the bet next to her was still asleep. Since July, actually since school had ended, she, the Weasley’s (or what was left of them: Ron, Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley) lived at Mrs Figg’s. After Dumbledore’s dead the Order had definite left the old house of the Blacks’ and lived now sparse over the whole country.