I stood outside the kitchen door. Placing a sweet smile on my face. I tied my thick brown hair up high, knowing that that was how my mom liked it. I dusted my jeans and looked in the mirror next to me. I was presentable, at least as much as I could be. That was difficult with the amount of curly hair that was on my head. I opened the stained glass door. "Mom?" I looked around the room until my eyes found her, "Dad?" I gestured for him to come into the kitchen. He sat down on the chair opposite mine. Waiting for me to say why was calling a family meeting. This didn't happen often, so everyone knew that a family meeting was important. I examined my surroundings trying to look as innocent as possible.

Hermione entered the room, I would need her. She was much more convincing then I was. She sat down next to me, being the only one who knew what I was about to say. My parents looked at me patiently. Both still in their work clothes, I knew this was a good time to ask them, they loved their jobs. My mom undid the bun that only she could perfect as I was getting ready to start my speech. "Me and Herm-" I got slightly flustered and started over. "Hermione and I would like to go to Grimmauld Place for the rest of the holidays," my voice was firm. They looked slightly confused, I started drumming my fingers on the table as I started to explain what and where Grimmauld Place was "It's Sirius Black's house," This got their attention, they both gave me a stern look, which I ignored. "You don't have to take us, the Weasley's will," however I knew that the was the least of their worries. I started biting my nails, the habit I hated, but once you start, it's impossible to stop.

"The mass murderer?" my dad asked sceptically. He and my mom exchanged looks of worry. I had forgotten that Sirius was on the Muggle news too. I had told them countless of times that he was innocent. I started scratching on my jeans nervously, I shouldn't have told them whose house we were going to, I tried to salvage what was left of my dialogue.

"Yes, but-" I looked to my younger sister. My speech wasn't going as well as I had hoped. I stopped smiling, there was no point. Hermione gave me a reassuring smile. She would take it from here, she always knew what to say to my parents at times like this. I looked at her as a sign to continue. She flashed a smile at them and straitened her back "He's innocent, trust me. I would be the last person to be staying with him if he was a murderer," I could see my parents get a little less tense.

They looked to me, being the oldest, to see if she was right. They still looked slightly sceptical. "I promise" I finished. They still looked slightly upset. I knew why, being at Hogwarts, Hermione and I didn't see our parents much and now that we are going to Grimmauld Place, they would see us even less. "We'll owl you all the time," They looked much more relaxed and looked at each other for a few seconds and nodded. They didn't say a word. It was like parents had a way of communicating with each other, without speaking out loud. I could do the same thing with Hermione, maybe it was just a Granger thing.

I gave Hermione a look that suggested she leave. I needed to talk about the next problem to my parents in private. She slowly walked out the room, and closed the door behind her. However I could see her shadow lingering outside. "There's something else," I said, fiddling with my hair until I was ready to speak again. "Now that I'm seventeen, I'm allowed to use magic outside of school" They nodded, they knew all this information. It was explained when Professor McGonagall came to the house to deliver my Hogwarts letter seven years ago. "Well, because Voldemort's back, Dumbledore started this..." What was it? I couldn't say army, that would scare them "Secret society to oppose Voldemort and his followers," I stopped speaking for a while, collecting my thoughts "If it's alright with you, I'd like to join" I didn't say the real danger of joining the Order. The danger of being killed or tortured. My parents didn't know much of the Wizarding world, but liked to be kept updated on any major events. I told them of Voldemort, but underemphasised his power.

I looked at the clock, counting the seconds in my head on how long it would take them to answer. A whole minute had gone by until my dad finally spoke. "Honey," I knew that tone. Whenever my dad said 'honey' it meant I wouldn't get whatever it was I wanted. They knew that it was risky, but I made sure to tell them, that nothing serious had happened yet. I hated lying to my parents, but it was for their own safety. The less they knew, the more they could be protected.

"Please Dad!" I pleaded, even though I was young, I knew I could fight. "I really want to do this. It's important to me!" I knew that saying that would change his mind. He was soft, it was my mother I needed to convince.

"Well?" He said to my mom. She smiled and nodded her head. I wasn't expecting this, I was sure she wouldn't let me be apart of the Order "You can join"

"But only if you keep your grades up," my mom added, however she didn't know that if the Voldemort kept on gaining power, my grades wouldn't matter.

A huge smile appeared on my face. I gave them each a big hug and proceeded out the door. I walked right into my sister but I was too happy to care. "Hermione, they said I could join" She looked nervous and scared. She was the only one who knew the real danger of me becoming a member of the Order.

"Evangeline" She gave me a look that only Hermione could pull off. I knew she was very mature for her age, maybe even more so than me, but she would always be my baby sister "please be careful" She looked at me anxiously and started walking up the wooden stairs.

I stopped her halfway up and smiled at her brazenly. "Aren't I always?" I said cheekily, as she proceeded up the staircase.