A/N: This one's dedicated to LordoftheRingsandHarryPotterGirl for giving me this song. Read on!

Chapter Seven:

Lies at Grimmald Place

'Hide Away'

Hiding Away
Losing the day
As if it doesn't really matter
Saying Goodbye
Scared to say why
Afraid it will shatter our world
Show me some faith now
Trust me somehow

Why are we keeping our secrets
Why are we hiding ourselves away
Anyway we can hide away
I don't wanna fake it
I wanna make you believe, what I say
I wont let you...hide away

Where do we go
How do we know
What we're ever really after
Sometimes it's clear
When you are here
Nothing can shatter our world
I need some faith now
To trust you somehow

Why are we keeping our secrets
Why are we hiding ourselves away
Anyway we can hide away
I don't wanna fake it
I wanna make you believe, what I say
I wont let you...hide away

Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I'm losin'
And maybe I, maybe I, maybe I'm okay
We turn around, look around, go around in circles
Dont run away, drift away, dont hide away

Why are we keeping our secrets
Why are we hiding ourselves away
Anyway we can hide away
I don't wanna fake it
I wanna make you believe what I say
Ohh What I say, believe what I say

I won't let you hide away, hide away

Hiding away, losin' the day
As if it doesn't really matter

By Hilary Duff

"God, I've missed this place," Hermione whispered as she stood up.

"Yeah, me too," Ginny said.

"Hello? Who's there?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came.

"Hannah, dye your hair blonde. She might recognize you!" Ron hissed, and then called back to his mother, "Hey Mom! It's just us! Ron, Ginny, and a couple of friends."

Mrs. Weasley appeared at the door, and gasped. "What are you two doing here? Together?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, this is Mark Evans. He works at the Australian Ministry of Magic, but is transferring here, and working with me. They want me to show him around before he makes his final decision. And this is his fiancée, Hannah Green. She's here accompanying him. There isn't enough room at our apartment, so we were wondering if we could stay here for the next week," Ron said. He even sounded rehearsed.

"Then why is Ginny here?" Mrs. Weasley asked suspiciously.

"Well, Ginny and I are pen-pals, and we've been for about six months now. I came to visit her, as Mark was coming anyway. Ron went with us too. Ginny said she'd hang out with me while Mark and Ron are at the Ministry," Hermione said.

"Yeah, so Ron and I decided to put aside our differences, and help them," Ginny finished.

"Okay, that'll be just fine. Will July be staying here too?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Ginny nodded. "Okay, you must all be hungry, so I'll go make you some breakfast. Ron, will you go wake up the twins. They want to have an early start at the shop this morning. Something about meeting Lee Jordan and perfecting a new invention."

"Sure Mom!" Ron said, then ran upstairs to complete his task.

Luckily, they had been able to get a hold of July to inform her of Ginny's 'pen-pal'. While Ron and Mark were at the Ministry, Ginny and Hermione went upstairs to the drawing room, starting to gain control of their weapons.

"Hannah, can I borrow your ring? I want to try to talk to my phoenix," Ginny asked.

"Sure, but I'm not sure if it'll work," Hermione said, placing her bow on the table and wiggling her ring off, passing it to Ginny.

"It's worth a try." She turned to her phoenix, and said, "Hi, my name is Ginny, what's your's?"

To her great surprise, the phoenix answered, "Hello Ginny, I'm Jewel."

"Well Jewel, I need your help. You see, there is this battle coming up and I need your help. I was given to you by Helga Hufflepuff, I am her kin. I hope that you find me trustworthy, and are willing to help me."

"Very well Ginny. You seem loyal enough. I will help you. Now, I believe you are using your friends ring to speak to me."

"Yes I am. Will I always need it to talk to you?"

"No, I can understand English, but cannot speak it. I will do whatever you want me to, as long as you ask. However, you will not be able to understand what I am saying."

"That's good enough for me. I have to give the ring back now, but I'll stay with you. Unless, of course, you want to go hunting or something."

"Yes, I think I will. I will see you later Ginny."

She took the ring off and handed it back to Hermione as she said, "Bye Jewel."

"So, will she help us?" Hermione asked urgently.

"Yes. How is the bow and arrow coming along?"

"Good enough. I still have to work on my aim. I mean, the 1 of it I need, I can't muster up."

"Well, leave it. You can work on it later. Work on summoning it now. Here, I'll hold it, and you can try to get it from me."

They had been working on summoning it for only ten minutes before Hermione got it. Then, Harry's face popped out of Ginny's ring. "Hello? Gin? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm right here. What do you need?"

"Rowena and I have figured out something about the battle from the prophecy. When it says you have to join forces, it doesn't mean you will be working side-by-side. You will work as a team, doing different things that come easiest to each of you. You will be healing, as you have training and a phoenix. What did you name her?"

"Jewel. Actually, she named herself. I was talking to her with Hermione's ring and she told me that she will help us."

"Good. Now, what I need you and Hermione to do is to find a witch or wizard's house in Godric's Hollow that they will be willing to use as a safe house for us. Go to the Ministry and get Ron to find some files for you. Then talk to the person. If you have to, tell them a half-truth of our predicament. You'll need to get Horace Slughorn to brew you some potions as cures for curses and things that he thinks that Voldemort will be using, then set up some protections over the safe house. Stuff that was on Grimmald Place, and such. Do you have that?"

"Yes, I do Harry. Thanks. We'll go right now."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." Harry's face disappeared and Ginny turned to Hermione saying, "So are you ready to go?"

"I had absolutely no idea what you were saying, Ginny. You were speaking badger, I suppose."

"Wow, I was? But I didn't even realize it! Anyway, let me brief you, then we'll leave." She explained their job to her, then the two of them went downstairs, telling Mrs. Weasley that they were going to Diagon Alley. Instead, they apparated to the Ministry.

"Hey Ron, Mark," Ginny greeted them. They were both in Ron's office, talking in low voices. "Look, we haven't come here to chat. We need information on all the witches, wizards, and squibs in Godric's Hollow." Mark looked for some as Ginny and Hermione explained their mission.

"Okay, there are two, an Arthur Figg, and Thomas Nott," He told them.

"Hey, is the Figg related to Mrs. Figg, Harry' neighbor?" Ron asked.

"Might be. We'll go there first. We can't do Nott, he's in Voldemort's Inner Circle. Let's go Ginny," Hermione said.

They apparated to Mrs. Figg's front door and knocked. Mrs. Figg answered, and immediately recognized Ginny. "Ginerva!" She exclaimed, "What a surprise! Who's this with you?"

"This is my friend from Australia, Hannah Green. Do you mind if we come in?" Ginny answered, using all her might not to scowl at the use of her full name.

"Of course, of course. What brings you to the area?"

"Well, we have gotten information about the final battle." Mrs. Figg gasped. "It's going to be taking place at Godric's Hollow, the Potter's lot. We want to set up a safe house, for us to apparate into and set up a mini-hospital. We need to use a house of someone magical, and we found two in the area. Thomas Nott, and Arthur Figg, whom we are supposing is your brother."

"Yes, he is. Well, I'm sure he would. He's not in the Order, but always stood behind Dumbledore."

"Would you be able to accompany us to his house?" Hermione asked, "I'm sure he wouldn't feel as apprehensive to agreeing with us, if he knows you trust us."

"Of course. Come over to the fire place, we'll floo over there."

She stepped into emerald green flames after she threw a pinch of floo powder into it. "Arthur Figg's: Number 28, Godric's Hollow," She yelled, then disappeared. Ginny and Hermione followed suit and landed in a clean living room. Mrs. Figg gestured for them to follow her and they went into the kitchen. A man, a women, and two children were sitting at a table, eating.

"Auntie Arabella!" One of the children cried, which caused the rest of the family to turn their heads towards the door.

"Bella! What brings you here?" The man asked cheerfully.

"Not good news, I'm afraid. Would you mind coming into the living room. These young ladies want a word," Arabella said.

Mr. Figg followed them and once the door was closed, he asked, "What happened?"

"What's about to happen," Ginny said, "My name's Ginny Weasley, and this is Hannah Green. We have heard information about the final battle. It is to take place at the Potter's lot, on Tuesday. We need your help. We want to make a safe house nearby, to have Order members and Aurors apparate into, as well as have a mini-hospital in. I will be in charge of it, and will be bringing all of my own supplies here to heal. Now, if you are not about to fight, I'll need you and the rest of your family to stay upstairs, for the safety of you and others. Would you be able to do that?"

"Why yes. I'll fight, of course, and my wife would most likely be willing to help you. She's a Healer at St. Mungo's. Do you want me to call her in here?" Mr. Figg said.

"Sure."

"Claire! Will you come in?"

Mrs. Figg entered and said gravely, "What happened?"

"Nothing yet. Mrs. Figg, we need your help. The final battle will be taking place next Tuesday, at the Potter's lot. Your husband has graciously let us use your house to play as a safe house. Ginny here will be healing, and we were wondering if you would be willing to help her," Hermione said.

"Of course, but, what about the children?" Mrs. Figg said.

"They'll most likely stay upstairs," Ginny said, "Could you both come to the next Order meeting. It's tomorrow night, in Professor McGonagall's office."

"Sure, we'll be there," Mr. Figg.

"Now, not meaning to be rude or anything, but we have to leave," Hermione said urgently, "Good-bye and thank-you!"

The three Figgs all bid them farewell, and the girls apparated back to Ron's office.

"Ron! Mark! We've found a snag! What are we to do with the children? The ones who's parents are fighting," Hermione cried as soon as she spotted them.

"Er-I dunno. Should we ask Harry?" Ron answered.

"We can't contact him. Only him to us," Ginny said.

"Harry! If you can hear us, use one of the rings to contact us!" Mark yelled, "We need your help!"

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked.

Mark answered, "Well, Harry said that he knew what we were doing. So, most likely he will be able to hear us and will contact us."

Sure enough, Harry's face appeared out of Ron's ring. In parseltongue, he said, "Hello Ron, I'm guessing you need my help."

"Yes," Ron answered, hissing, "We need to know what to do with the children who's parents are fighting."

"The best solution is to bring everything out into the open at the Order meeting. Professor McGonagall will most likely suggest having them at Hogwarts."

"Okay, sounds good. We'll talk to you later then."

"Good-bye." Harry's face disappeared.

"He wants us to tell the Order at the meeting tomorrow night. McGonagall will have a solution."

"Okay. We should have the meeting at Grimmald then. We don't want anyone listening. Even Impurtable Charms can be broken," Ginny said, "I found that out."

"Then it's decided. Contact McGonagall. She'll contact everyone else," Hermione said.