Harry P.O.V.
I was still in a bad mood from the meeting we overheard, so when Mrs. Weasley called for dinner, I wasn't really in the mood to go. I thought for a long time on my bed, wondering what was happening to those people - kids, really – Muggles. They probably had no idea what was going on. They were alone, in the same house as the most evil person in the wizarding world. That would be terrifying for anyone, but for two people unprepared and unaware of the circumstances who knew nothing about wizards…
There was a knock on the door. I sat up, still feeling nauseous from my train of thought. "Yes?" I asked.
"Suppertime, Harry. Come on," Ginny said. Hearing her voice was enough to make me smile lately. But my smile disappeared when I thought about that boy who looked like me. Maybe the girl he was with could make him smile just by talking to him. My stomach twisted into knots. We had to get them out. Soon, before it was too late.
I climbed out of bed and started toward the many staircases that would lead me down to the kitchen. As I plodded down the stairs, I thought about how to bring it up with the Order. I walked in the doorway to find almost everyone else already there, setting the table and putting food out with magic. Everyone started sitting down, so I sat next to Ron and across from Hermione. Everyone passed around food, chatting and laughing, Fred and George trying to pull some sort of prank. Hermione was telling Ron to slow down, and he was defiantly eating faster. I picked at my food, mostly pushing it around on my plate.
Mrs. Weasley noticed first. "What's wrong, Harry?" she asked. She looked concerned, and I never could lie to Mrs. Weasely when she was looking at me like that; no one could. I took a deep breath and let it out.
"What are we doing about those two people that Voldemort has?" I asked. All conversation at the table stopped. Everyone turned and looked at me, but I stood my ground, so to speak.
"How did you know about that, Harry?" Lupin asked slowly.
"You all don't talk particularly quietly; I was just walking past the door," I said. I would have told them the truth, but then I might not be able to listen again and then I wouldn't know about more things like this. "So what are we going to do?"
"We've already sent Tonks to fetch them tonight," Mr. Weasely said. "In fact, they should be back any minute now. I'm sorry we didn't tell you, Harry. We just…didn't think you needed any more problems."
He was right, I didn't need any more problems, but I had to disagree with their decision to leave me in the dark. Who needs more problems anyway? That doesn't mean that problems don't exist and have to be solved. "You can still tell me; I still want to know," I said, knowing the real reason they didn't want to tell me. They didn't want me to feel guilty, which meant that they thought I would, which meant that I probably should be guilty. That was harder to take than just telling me in the first place.
"Like I said Harry, they'll be back soon. It just wasn't something that we urgently needed to tell you. You didn't need to get mixed up in this one. It's not worth the risk," Mr. Weasely continued.
"Fine. Great, actually. Splendid. When are they due back exactly?" I asked.
Mr. Weasley looked down at his watch. "If everything went smoothly, then right about…" We heard a loud crash in the other room, the sound of a table splintering. "Now," Mr. Weasley finished, before pushing out his chair and walking with Remus, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George into the living room.
