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Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and post Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 in an hour or so probably. Don't expect to get four chapters a day normally (if you even care or read this story). The only reason I'm doing that is because I have them written and I'm going away till Thursday, so I thought I'd be nice and put them up so maybe you have enough to quench the necessity for more (again, if you even have that necessity).

My A/Ns are always so long! On to the chapter!


Within the next few days, Ginny became positive that Draco had always intended to be mean. Besides, she was kidding herself to think that Harry's murdered wouldn't be attempted. After all, Voldemort was back. And he was going to try to kill Harry. Anyone would know that. It didn't make her feel any less scared, but it relaxed her, knowing Draco wasn't trying to be nice. That would be the hardest thing to deal with of anything.

So, relaxed to the truth, Ginny had started her summer. On most mornings, she would wake up, eat breakfast, then go back into her room and wait for Ron or one of the twins to come hammering on her door to hurry up so they could play Quidditch. Occasionally, they didn't play. Fred and George disappeared then, but Mrs. Weasley said they'd gone again to flirt with the muggle girls in town. On those mornings, Ginny usually snuck one of the twin's Cleansweep Fives out of the broom shed and flew around. She was getting really good, and when she got an acceptable broom she did much better then Ron.

On one of these mornings, as Ginny was flying around, she heard voices coming close to the Quidditch field. Sure it was Fred and George, she landed quickly and shoved George's broom into some bushes.

"Hello!" she shouted in as innocent a voice as she could manage. "Fred? George?"

They hurried onto the field, but didn't look joking. "Ginny, come home, Mum has to talk to everyone."

Ginny glanced at the bushes containing the broom. She needed to get it back in the broom shed. But this seemed important. Making a mental note to return it that evening, she hurried after Fred and George to the house.

Mrs. Weasley was sitting in the living room with Mr. Weasley. The whole family and Hermione were standing inside.

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed. "When did you get here?"

Hermione smiled, but she looked a bit nervous. "Just now," she said. "Ron owled me, it's important."

Ginny nodded but fell silent. If it was that important, she needed to listen. "I'm ready, Mum," she said, noticing Mrs. Weasley watching her. "What's happened?"

"Nothing has happened exactly," Mr. Weasley said, answering for his wife. "But we're going to change our location. We've got the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix set up at Sirius's old house, and we're all going to move there. There's quite a bit to be done for everyone, and the Order needs to start planning."

If Ginny wanted to make a comment, she couldn't. She was speechless. "We're leaving home?" she asked. It wasn't that absurd, exactly, but they always had summers at home. Summer was supposed to be carefree and fun. Of course, she'd never say that out loud. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She knew Voldemort was back. She understood the necessity.

Everybody seemed to be feeling similarly to her. Only the twins seemed to be pretty accepting. "When are we going?" Fred asked, voicing the question that was in everybody's minds.

"Today," Mr. Weasley said solemnly. "Everybody go now and gather your things. We'll leave really soon."

Ginny felt a feeling of panic. Now? Of course, she knew she was being stupid and superficial, but what about George's broom? "Can we go right now and pack?" she asked. She could get the broom in before anybody noticed anything.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Yes, go right now. You're all dismissed."

Ginny sprinted out of the living room, into the kitchen, and out the kitchen door. She reached the field in less then a minute, tore across it, and pulled the broomstick out of the bushes.

Except that she didn't. It wasn't there. Panicking, she searched frantically through the entire length of bushes for it, but didn't find it. What had happened to it?

After a minute, she resigned herself to the fact that it was gone. She would have to explain it to George, and be killed. Maybe he'd forgive her and try to buy a new one. She'd give him all of her gold, though she didn't have much, to go to replacing the broom.

She walked slowly back to the house. Just as she was approaching the door, Fred's voice called her back. "What were you doing?" he asked.

She spun around. Fred and George were getting their brooms out of the broom closet. Any second now, George was going to realize his broom wasn't there and-

Ginny took a deep breath, preparing herself. Any second now. Anytime.

And then Fred and George were walking back to the house, both holding their brooms! Ginny almost passed out. "George!" she exclaimed before she could stop herself.

"Yeah?" he said, turning around. They were very calm about the fact they were going away. "Hurry up and pack, Ginny."

"I-know," she said, gasping for breath. "I just meant-nothing. I didn't mean anything."

Ignoring the twins curious stares, she ran into the house and to her bedroom. How did his broom get there?

Ginny didn't even bother to fold her clothes as she threw them in her trunk. In a minute she was ready. Pulling on her shoes, she ran out of her room again.

But as she waited, she started to remember why she was packing. They were going away. To the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. To meet about fighting Voldemort. Who was back. Who was going to be just like he was last time. But she didn't know what he was like last time. She was two months old at the time.

"Ready, Ginny?" Hermione had come down the stairs. She looked fairly calm, too. She had probably already guessed this was going to happen. Besides, she wasn't leaving her house.

"Um, yeah," Ginny said, nodding. She felt like she wanted to cry, though she didn't know why. Or she did. A little bit.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked gently, watching Ginny.

Suddenly, Ginny was angry at Hermione. Okay? She was leaving. It was murder! Of course she wasn't! "No!" she shouted angrily. "You don't get what it's like to leave your house for some place to fight You-Know-Who!"

Hermione leapt back. Ginny turned red. "I'm sorry, Hermione," she said quickly. "That was stupid. I didn't mean it!"

Hermione smiled weakly and nodded. "I know," she said. "It's okay."

Ginny smiled back. Maybe it was. She suddenly felt kind of excited to be going. Then she wasn't. Maybe it was too hot today, she was going crazy.


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I love reviews, and I don't have any yet. After spending time writing four chapters, two of which contain more then a thousand words (this one and 4 both do, you'll see 4 in a while), I'd like to please get some reviews?

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I'm trying to stick to what the books revealed and then just sort of uncovering things that the books didn't, but follow the story until close to the end. Like when Ginny wasn't there, where was she? What happened at Grimmauld Place before Harry got there? How'd they get there?

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