Disclaimer: Still don't get it? *Points to herself* I'm not thirty-something, I'm not married to a guy named Neil, and I don't have two children named Jessica and David, so don't sue me!

Author's Note: Yeah, I know, I should floo myself to St. Mungo's, but the fireplace can be so messy…no, don't worry, I'm not a distant third cousin five times removed to Narcissa…or at least I think I'm not *shudders* Anyways, please review, and tell me what you think.

Pureblood---Chapter Three

Ronald Weasley was tossing and turning in his tiny twin bed. He opened one eye and looked down at Harry who was sleeping on the floor of his orange clad room. Ron hadn't been able to relax since his Dad was called in to an emergency meeting for the Order. His Mum had decided to stay home and watch the kids and everyone had become anxious. Staring at his orange Chudley Cannon clock, Ron could see that it was already one in the morning and his Dad still hadn't come home yet.

Ron threw back his orange comforter and sat up, the whole situation was nerve-wrecking. He quietly walked over to the door of his room so as not to wake Harry.

"Ron?" said a tired voice.

"Oh, sorry mate, I didn't mean to wake you," Ron said sheepishly.

Harry sat up and grinned, "If you thought I was asleep then you must not know me as much as I thought."

Ron looked down at his feet, "I'm worried," he finally admitted.

"Me too," Harry reached over for his glasses and put them on.

"He's still not home."

"Maybe they lost track of time?" Harry said with a hopeful voice.

Ron looked at him, they both knew that was untrue, it was an emergency meeting, time was of the essence.

"Maybe," said Ron grimly.

And then before Harry could say anything, there was a loud yet hushed, "Arthur!" coming from somewhere in the house.

Harry and Ron rushed out of the room and saw Hermione, anxious and standing at the other end of the hallway. When they came over to her she handed a flesh-coloured string to each of them.

"Extendable ears, I stole them from Fred and George a couple of days ago, thought they might come in handy," she said to them.

Ron grinned at her, "You are the smart one for a reason."

Hermione blushed, and smiled weakly at him. Harry looked at them both and said, "Come on."

All three of them laid down by the banister of the staircase, they were out of site but could still hear all that was going on in the living room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thanks to the extendable ears.

"Arthur," Mrs. Weasley whispered, "I was worried sick…what happened?"

"Oh Molly," Arthur grabbed his wife's hand and sat on the couch, "you should sit down."

Mrs. Weasley began to pale and sat down next to her husband, "It's that bad Arthur?"

"Molly, Molly," Arthur rubbed his forehead, "it's…it's…I don't even know where to start."

Mrs. Weasley grabbed his hand in her's, "What did Severus say?" she whispered.

Mr. Weasley looked up in to his wife's eyes, "Horrible, horrible things Molly."

"Oh dear Merlin," Mrs. Weasley gasped as quiet tears streamed down her face, "just tell me Arthur, we've been through everything, I know what You-know-who is capable of."

Mr. Weasley closed his eyes and then opened them again, he was trying to hold himself together for the sake of his wife, but it was hard, "I thought so too Molly, but now I don't even know if I know anything about You-know-who at all."

"Oh Arthur," she said softly, "you're killing me, just tell me what happened, please."

"Alright dear, but promise me you'll hold yourself together a bit better than I did."

"Why? What happened?"

"I fainted."

Mrs. Weasley bit her lip and looked away, Mr. Weasley cupped her chin and brought her face to his, he kissed her forehead and said, "Molly."

"Alright Arthur, now tell me."

Mr. Weasley looked at her apprehensively, and then began to retell what had happened in the meeting and what Snape had said during it. Mrs. Weasley gasped and grimaced through the whole thing, but when Mr. Weasley had finally finished and gotten to the part about Ginny, she turned bright red. And then, after a few seconds her face crinkled and she began to sob uncontrollably.

"O-oh my baby Arthur, my baby," she cried.

Mr. Weasley grabbed her in his arms and held her tightly, "Ssh, ssh, you don't want to wake the others," he said calmly and rocked her.

"S-she's too y-young, what are they thinking Arthur?"

"I have no idea dear, but I promise, I won't let them get my little girl, she's my princess, and they'll have to go through me before they can get to her."

"Oh Arthur, how will we tell her?"

"We can't tell her Molly."

"But why Arthur? She must know, we have to warn her!"

"We can't warn her Molly, Dumbledore said not to, or else they'll know, and then everything's ruined with the Order."

"But Arthur! Screw the Order! She's my baby!"

"Molly, he said that he would protect her, as long as she's in Hogwarts, she's safe. And I trust him, she's my princess, and I wouldn't put her in wrong hands, you know that."

"I know, I know Arthur, I'm just scared for her."

"I am too Molly, I am too."

~*~*~*~

Ron had paled, "They are sick. You-know-who is sick… all of them are."

Harry looked at Ron and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, "Come on guys," he said to Ron and Hermione, "let's go in Ron's room."

Hermione nodded and she and Harry got up, "Come on Ron," she whispered and held a hand out for him.

He looked at her and then took it, they all went in to Ron's room, and Harry closed the door quietly behind them.

Ron sat on his bed and Hermione sat on to it next to him, Harry took a seat on an orange chair that was in the room.

Ron shook his head, "I can't believe this."

Harry looked away, "How can we not tell Ginny?"

Hermione looked at him and said seriously, "We can't Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want her to know, so we can't tell her."

Ron looked at the both of them and then whispered, "She's right Harry."

"I know," Harry looked at both of them, and then said, "is what I'm feeling right now…is that what the both of you felt two years ago?"

"That you know this huge secret that you must keep or else someone you love dearly may get hurt, and all of your instincts are telling you to tell that person anyways?" said Hermione.

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

Ron crossed his arms in front of him and leaned against his bed post, "Welcome to our world Harry," he said softly.

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