Ginny looked out the window longingly as Fred and George whizzed by on their broomsticks. She would kill to be playing Quidditch right now--or, honestly, to be doing anything other than waiting for the impending doom that would soon arrive in the shape of none other but her former idol.

She winced as the sound of loud stomping echoed from the stairway. Harry hadn't seemed angry when she had last spoken to him, and even when he was angry, he was not the type to stomp. She supposed, then, that it should have been no suprise to her that the person who entered her room was not Harry.

"You don't mind if I stay here a while, do you?" Hermione asked. Her face was quite red and she looked a bit out of sorts.

Ginny shook her head, turning away from the window to face Hermione. "No, it's fine. I don't mind," she said, but she was pretty sure Harry would. "Is everything all right?"

Hermione sat on the bed, frowning. She looked up and opened her mouth slightly, as though she wanted to say something.

"Ron didn't say anything weird to you, did he?" Ginny prompted, already becoming annoyed with her older brother.

"No," Hermione said, "no... he didn't." She seemed like she had more to say, but whatever else there was to be said was quickly silenced by the sound of pounding on the window. Hermione and Ginny jumped, surprised.

Fred and George peered into the window with huge grins.

"Oy!" Fred said, "Open up, will you?" The sound of his voice was significantly muffled through the glass, but it was still just barely understandable. Ginny opened the window, rolling her eyes.

"I thought you were getting breakfast!" Hermione said, frowning, "And how on earth did you get outside and on your brooms so quickly?"

Fred and George shrugged. "Curious, aren't you?" George teased.

Fred laughed loudly, and dropped a rolled-up piece of parchment through the window. "This from anyone you know?" He asked.

Ginny picked up the parchment, unrolling it with deep suspicion. There was no name.

"They're coming tonight. Be careful."

The terse message was spilled across the parchment in sloppy cursive. It seemed to have been written in quite a hurry.

"Did you write this?"

Ginny looked up at the twins, making her best attempt to glare. It had to be a joke. Had to be...

The smiles fell off of Fred and George's faces promplty. They looked troubled. "We found it in the yard. An owl prob'ly dropped it," George said, hesitantly.

A long silence followed. Hermione looked worried.

"What's it say?" Fred finally asked. He flung his hand through the window, trying to grab for the letter. "Is it a love letter?" He joked, but he didn't look amused.

Instead of handing it to them, however, Ginny handed it to Hermione. Best to let her see it first, she figured.

Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion, probably unsure as to why she had been given the letter. She looked down at the letter and pursed her lips.

"We've got to tell your parents," she said, "No, the Order. We've got to tell the Order, Ginny. This could be serious."

The twins exchanged worried glances, and Ginny became painfully aware that the letter was clearly no joke. But what could it mean? And most important: who would have sent it?

***

Arthur and Molly Weasley paced the living room anxiously. Harry kept trying to meet Ginny's gaze, but she tried with utmost care to avoid his. It was awkward enough that they had not had the chance to talk, like Harry had wanted to, but what good would eye contact do? Deliberate eye contact was a thing of lovers, which she and Harry were no longer. And, perhaps, never had been at all--unless empty vows and teenage lust counted for love.

Fleur and Tonks were the first to arrive, flooing in from the fireplace. Ginny was surprised to see them together: her favorite woman and least favorite woman. And where were Bill and Lupin?

"Hullo, Ginny!" Tonks said brightly, upon seeing her.

"Hello Tonks," Ginny said, smiling. Fleur sneered. "And hello, Phlem," Ginny continued, under her breath. Tonks frowned a little, apparently having heard Ginny's greeting to Fleur.

The rest of the Order apparated to the Burrow. Sirius and Snape were--for obvious reasons-- absent. One was dead, and the other had turned out to be a traitor. Ginny wasn't surprised about the latter.

Harry seemed quite distressed by the absenses. Though, whom he was grieving the loss of, Ginny did not know. Anyone else would have immediately said "Sirius," but Snape's betrayal had seemed to take a surprisingly emotional toll on Harry. She couldn't help wondering, sometimes, if Harry had been in love with him. She had voiced this thought to Hermione once, but Hermione had laughed it off without even a second thought.

"I'm assuming you are all aware of why we called you here?" Arthur Weasley began. "We have received a letter, as you know, possibly informing us of an attack tonight. It is possible that the letter is a false alarm, but after all that's happened, we can't afford to take warnings for jokes."

A strong wind sounded outside, and Ginny cringed as a sickening pale green light flooded the windows.

"Wasn't a joke then, I guess," Harry said darkly.

A/N: I hope this isn't too fast-paced. I feel like I'm rushing things. I've never written anything nearly as long as this is going to be, though, so I'm not really sure if I'm doing things properly. There's no Snarry in this, just a bit of paranoid!Ginny haha. I've decided to do different chapters in different perspectives. Let me know if it doesn't seem to be working out, please.