Traveling for the Order
Ginny's pov
Traveling had never calmed me down. It only made me more nervous as to why we had to leave in the first place.
According to mum, we were heading to somewhere called Number 12, Grimmuld Place. It was the new headquarters to what they had reffered to as the Order of the Phoenix. i had just assumed that it was necessary due to what had happened last term. From all that Harry said, my mind had only processed one thing; Voldemort has returned. Of all the horrible, mortifying things that could have occured, it was this. As I waited in line in front of our old fireplace, prepared to use floo-powder to reach our new home,
I tried to sort it all out inside my head. Many nights I still awoke, cold sweat dripping off my forehead as I returned to the present from the same nerve-racking nightmares. In some ways I had gotten over that vividly painful night three years ago, but I would forever remember that chamber. My only comfort before was that Voldemort was long gone. These days I was amazed that my body could relax enough each night to fall asleep.
"Ginny!", someone shouted so suddenly that I jumped.
"What?", I replied, staring into the worried face of my mother.
"It's your turn now.", she said, "We've been waiting for five minutes."
I hastily snatched a handful of glittering powder out of the anchient flowerpot. Tossing it into the blazing fire, I shouted "Number 12, Grimmuld Place", and stepped in.