I jolted awake, hearing yelling.

"AMI! JOHN, CAMILLA, AND I ARE GOING TO GO OUT, YOU'LL STAY HERE!"

Great, I get left here

"YEAH! I'LL BE FINE!" I yelled back.

I sighed and laid back down. Can't get any rest around here, I wondered what they were going out for, and why Camilla always looked so worried every time she saw me. Probably mommy told her about me and my little 'school for special children'

For years, Sarah told John and Camilla that I was going to 'St. Josephine's school for troubled girls' when actually, I went to Hogwarts. Camilla always held it against me, 'How's your special school, Ami? Do they make the work easy? Or have they stepped up to your alphabet yet?' She would laugh. Uh-huh, keep laughing when I give you an appearance to match that ugly personality.

But now, Camilla actually seemed scared of me, I figured Sarah told her about Hogwarts, and her being a Squib. I smiled at the thought of 'Mommy's little darling' realizing that she lived with someone who could turn her into a mop any time she wished.

Again, I just cleared my thoughts and relaxed….

Too soon, I heard a 'thump' and sat up.

WHAT NOW?!?!?!

I grabbed my wand and opened the door, peeking out to see what it could be. I was met by a smiling, red-haired face.

"Ginny?!? What?!" I exclaimed, jumping back. She smiled, almost laughing at my surprised face.

"Yeah, Mom and I are here to spring you!" She jumped up and down, smiling.

"Awesome! Let me get my stuff!!!" I ran into my room and grabbed my trunk, broom, and Ophelia's cage. "I've been ready for days! Let's go!"

We raced down the stairs, to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was busy writing a note by hand.

"Ami Dear!" she cried, racing up and hugging me.

"Good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley." I smiled.

"I was just writing a note to your family, so they don't worry."

"Oh they won't, Camilla will most likely throw a party, and Julius will just wonder why it was so easy to get rid of me in the first place." I laughed, thinking about my wonderful 'siblings'

"Okay, enough chatting! Let's go!" Ginny cried. "We have to Floo to our house, and then we will tell you everything there!"

"Okay! Ginny! Calm down!" I said, smiling, happy to have my bubbly friend back.

"K." She walked over to the fireplace, and held up the floo powder.

I rolled my eyes as Ginny flooed back to her house. I stepped in after her, took some powder, and clearly spoke…" The Burrow!"

I was soon whisked to the Burrow, and as I stepped out of the fireplace, Ginny took me aside. "Okay, up to my room, we have to talk." I nodded and we ran upstairs.

"We'll be in my room!" Ginny yelled as Mrs. Weasley stepped out of the brick fireplace.

Once in her room, Ginny shut the door sat on the floor, giving me her bed, I put my stuff on the floor and sat. "Let me explain, Hermione, Ron, Fred," She looked at me meaningfully. "George, and about 10 others, the best Order members, more of my family, etc. Left here an hour ago and headed for Harry's place. Their plan is to safely escort him here, and Mom, you, and me are on 'Watch and make sure everyone gets back safely' duty."

"Wait, why can't I go help? Harry's my brother!" I said, a little irked.

"Yeah, but you're not of age yet, everyone else is so…." She looked at me sadly.

"So I get carted aside, great."

"WE get carted aside. Anyways, let's talk, anything you want to know? Besides what happens tonight?" She raised her eyebrows meaningfully.

"Yes, As usual, has he said anything about me? How is he doing? And how has Ron been acting? Last year, well, I'm expecting he'll show some kind of sign that he realizes-"

"Okay! Whoa, Ami! Too many questions! Well, he always ties Harry or Hermione in somewhere, like he'll say…'so when are Harry and Ami getting here?' or....'Have you been writing to Hermione and Ami, are they alright?' So he obviously thinks about you. He's doing fine, although I bet it's hard to run a business in Diagon Alley with all this war stuff going on. And then Ron, he spends more time looking out the window and sighing, AND he asks' When are they getting here?' By 'they' he means…."

"Hermione." I answered, and we laughed.

Ginny always makes you feel better… I thought, smiling.

A/N Like? I know it's short too, but I have something long planned next chapter, and it HAS to stop here.