When I had run out of things to think about I noticed the silence. Turning around I saw the twins asleep, leaning on each other. Smiling, I squeezed myself in between them and fell asleep to the sound of the cracking flames and the soft snore of their breathing.

CHAPTER 11: REMEMBERING

"I see," Dumbledore said, pressing his fingers together and staring at the ground.

I stood nervously, afraid of what he was going to say. It was the next night, seeing as the meeting had taken all night and the Order members had slept all day. Fred and George had not been allowed to it because of their young age.

Dumbledore took a full five minutes to think, during which time the twins and I fidgeted nervously.

"This obviously means you can no longer be our spy," Dumbledore said at last. My heart sunk, though I expected nothing less. "If Voldemort-" the twins shuddered, "believes you dead, it'd be a horrible mistake to send you off to Death Eater meetings."

"I will inform the Order that the Dark Lord believes you to be dead. It's extremely important that you do not leave this house.

"But there are many things you may do for the Order here. You could help Molly cook, entertain Misters Fred and George Weasley as I see you three have formed something of a companionship. Perhaps you may attend a few meetings."

I nodded sadly. "In other words, I'm useless to you now."

"No, no, Jenna, quite the contrary."

I sighed. "Well, is that all?"

Dumbledore said nothing. He just merely looked at me.

"Well then, I'll be off."

I turned and walked out the door, Fred and George following me from the drawing room. As soon as the door shut behind us I turned to them.

"How unfair is that! Now I can't even be in the Order I bet, all because of You-Know-Who and all of his stupid ideas! I mean, who is he to order innocent underage children to kill their own cousins?"

Fred and George just looked at me sadly.

"Ugh!" I yelled.

I stormed away then, heading to the twins' room so I could pet Draco in peace. Thankfully they seemed to know I wanted to be alone and they didn't follow me.

When I got into their room, I fell onto the floor next to Draco's nest and began to pet his feathers. Tears of frustration began to fall down my cheeks. I stood up, grabbed one a pillow off one of the beds, and screamed all my anger into it.

More tears fell as I sat on the wooden floor and thought about everything. What I wouldn't give to write to Liz and Jessie…

Just then I looked at Draco.

Racing over the twins' writing desk, I grabbed a quill, an ink bottle, and two pieces of parchment. I addressed one to Liz and the other to Jessie.

Dear Liz,

This is top secret information and if you tell anyone I might be killed.

I won't be coming back to Hogwarts after break. You-Know-Who is after me and thinks I'm dead. Draco think I'm dead too. Don't say anything about my being alive. Don't write back. I love you and you are my best friend.

With love and hugs,

JP

I wrote something similar to Jessie. Once I was finished I picked Draco up and held him by the window. He'd been flying around Fred and George's room lately and I knew he was dying to get out.

"Hey buddy," I said, scratching him under the chin as he purred with pleasure, "I need you to do me a favor. Take this to Jessie Anderson and Elizabeth Wright, ok?"

I tied the letters to his leg and smirked when I pictured Jessie and Liz's faces when they saw a dragon flying toward them with a letter attached to its leg.

After making sure the letters were secure, I opened up the window and coaxed Draco out. I watched him soar away, looking as happy as could be. He flew in loops, trying to catch his tail and it looked like he even tried to chase a few birds, though it was hard to tell in the dark of night. Seeing him happy and free made me somewhat jealous inside.

In the end, I turned away from the window with a smile on my face.

I sat on the edge of Fred's bed, thinking once again. Faces flashed in front of my eyes and brought back a million memories. I remembered when Draco and I used to play outside in the backyard, young and carefree.

I thought of the time Liz and Jessie came to Malfoy Manor and we played Quidditch with Draco. All of us laughed that day. Back when Draco used to laugh…

I thought of my parents' faces. I was so young when they died… They had lived at Malfoy Manor when the accident happened. Or at least, Aunt Cissa called it an accident. My parents had been in hiding from the Dark Lord, much like I was now. They had displeased him in some way. Aunt Cissa would never tell me how.

One day a few loyal Death Eaters cornered my parents while they were at home alone. There was a big struggle; the inside of the house was a wreck when I got home. In the end, it was discovered that the Death Eaters tortured and killed my parents. I was the one who found their mangled bodies.

A cold shiver ran up my spine and I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts.

It's over now, I told myself. That was a long, long time ago.

An hour or so later, my eyes began to become heavy with sleep. I curled up on Fred's bed and snuggled with his pillow under the blankets. Within minutes, I was asleep.

"Good morning, princess," George teased as he shook me awake, "time for breakfast."

"And who knows," Fred began, "You might even get to see Remykins!"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Not funny, Fred."

"Oh, I highly disagree. I think it's extremely funny. Isn't that right, George?"

"Indeed, Fred."

I got out of bed none the less, though rolling my eyes at them. "Thanks for letting me steal your bed last night, Fred. It won't happen again though, promise."

"Anytime, love," he said, winking at me.

I walked to my room to get ready. How I wished I could've used magic to untangle my horrible rats nest of a head of hair…

"You look awful!" The mirror said when I looked at my reflection.

I glared at it. "You're one to talk."

I heard the mirror gasp and give an irritated "humph!" of displeasure. Smiling to myself, I continued getting ready.

Mrs. Weasley was busy making breakfast downstairs.

"Morning, Jenna dear. Have a good rest?"

"Mhm," I said, taking in the scent of bacon and eggs.

"Have a seat, have a seat!" She bustled over to the table, clearing off stacks of papers to make room for me to eat. "No one knows how to pick up after themselves in this place!"

In a few minutes breakfast was done, and the twins Apparated into the kitchen.

"Would it kill you to walk down a few flights of stairs?" Mrs. Weasley asked the boys, annoyed.

Fred and George looked at each other. "Yes."

Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath and continued serving the food. Remus came down shortly and sat in his usual spot next to me.

The food was brilliant as usual. I cherished every bite of it.

"Thank you for another fabulous meal, Mrs. Weasley," I said once I finished two helpings.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all dearie. I'm glad you liked it."

I smiled at her before heading into the living room. I glanced at the fireplace and screamed in surprise, causing Mrs. Black to awaken.

"FLITHY HALF-BLOODS INFILTRATING THE PURE HOUSE OF BLACK- MUDBLOODS- TRATIORS OF THE-"

"Mrs. Weasley! Remus! My aunt's face is in the fireplace!"