"Okay, okay," I gave in to Ginny's demand. I opened up my new journal and flipped through the pages. I had given mine to Harry last year when I left for the Department of Mysteries, thinking I would never see him again. I never got around to asking for it back, and I didn't really feel a need to. I didn't mind him keeping a little memento from me. I still wore the necklace he gave me at the Yule Ball and now he has my journal. It made me feel closer to him even though he was in Surrey.

"This one I wrote at the end of last year, after the battle at the Department of Mysteries," I looked down, shifting my guitar on my knee.

"When did you know that nothing was right?

Were you just happy to hide?

Behind dreams and broken lies

There's a crack in your perfect smile

That's been growing a while

Did you think you'd go out in style?

With all that you know

How long did you know?

You took me for granted

I don't understand it

Went looking for answers

I came up empty handed

But don't worry about me

Cause I'm stronger then you think

And I know it's a blessing

I came up empty handed

Can you be whoever you like

You just turn off the lights

And find yourself a different disguise

So you hide the scars you built over time-"

I stopped when Ebony announced her presence with a screech before landing on the windowsill. Ginny's head turned at the new arrival while I practically dropped my guitar and sprinted at the owl. Believing the note to be from Harry, I opened it eagerly. What I saw was not what I expected.

"Jenny?" Ginny asked, standing up, "what is it?"

"It's Dumbledore- he's coming here"

Ginny knew it was risky right now. With all of the disasters and chaos being caused by dark wizards lately, Mrs. Weasley was under the impression Hogwarts was no longer the safest place for her children. Mr. Weasley was being followed, all of us were. We had to be careful.

"Don't tell her"

"What is it he wants?" she asked, obviously debating whether or not she should betray her allegiance to me now or later. I understood, of course, that her mother would be furious if she found out her daughter was lying to her about something she felt so strongly about.

I pursed my lips, "I can't tell you"

Not knowing whether or not Ginny would tell or how soon, I grabbed my mokeskin pouch and slipped my guitar into it. There was no telling how long it would be until I returned. I pulled my broom out and opened the window completely. I turned to look at Ginny, having a sense of déjà vu. I kicked off and soared outside. I spotted Dumbledore right away, since he was just ahead of me in the driveway. I landed a few feet from him, holding my broom at my side.

"There's no need to fly, Jenny. Take my arm," he held his arm out, "oh, and could you put this in your pouch?" He held out a sword. A sword. I curled my fingers around its hilt and slid it in my purse, bemused at the funny object and its purpose. I put my broom in after and hesitantly placed my hand over his arm. Suddenly, my world was thrown askew. Reality had twisted and churned like warped tunnel. As soon as it came, it went.

I felt nauseous.

We were now standing before 12 Grimuald Place.

"You're most impressive, most people vomit the first time"

"Can't imagine why," I said sarcastically, trying to pull myself together.

"Come inside," Dumbledore spoke bluntly, moving towards the brick wall to reveal the building hidden behind a veil of magic. I followed him in, skeptical to what we were going to do. "I'm not sure if you know, Jenny, but Sirius left this place to Harry"

"And Harry gave it to the Order to be used as headquarters"

Dumbledore turned to me, "well, you seem well informed. I assume you've kept in touch with Harry, then?" I nodded, following him inside. "His most prized possessions remain in his bedroom upstairs"

I looked up the stairs in the direction of Sirius' room. When I looked back I found that Dumbledore had disappeared. Knowing Dumbledore, I went ahead and started up the stairs. Sirius' door was open, and I walked in slowly. It was weird to be at his home without seeing him. I could feel his lingering presence in his room, however. Perhaps it was that the room smelled of Sirius. It smelled distinctly of wet dog, maybe even so far as saying it smelled like a drain. It wasn't particularly pleasant, but it was a familiar scent that made me mournful.

I wandered around the room, my heart taking a blow when I saw a layer of dust had been spread thickly over the dresser. I picked up a picture frame, blowing dust off of it. It was Sirius and James, Harry's dad, laughing, clad in Hogwarts robes. I smiled and reached to set it back in its place, feeling it was only right to leave it where it had been. I stopped when I saw a key sitting where the picture had been. It had been hidden behind it.

I took the key into my hands. It was small and gold, adorned with intricate designs.

"There you are, Jenny. I'm assuming you're curious about the letter I sent you," Dumbledore sauntered into the room.

"Now that you mention it, yeah"