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Grimmauld Place-July 20th-11:00pm

Goodness it has been too long, hasn't it Gloria? Again, I've been very busy with cleaning and such. Thankfully I have another activity to keep me busy; finding places to snog Fred when no one is looking. It's so wonderful, finally being with him. He makes me feel like I can be more than I am...you know what I mean?

Anyway, Hogwarts letters came today and guess what?? I made Prefect!! I was so excited! My parents are going to be thrilled. This is one of the only things I won't have to explain to them. The other Gryffindor Prefect is Ron. Can you believe that? I mean, don't get me wrong or anything, Ron's great and all, but... I honestly thought it would have been Harry. Then again, I suppose Harry's got enough going on right now. With all the rubbish that the Prophet has been spewing out about him and Dumbledore. It's horrible what they are saying.

Harry, Ron, and I were in their room when the letter's came along with Mrs. Weasley Daily Prophet subscription.

"Letters are here!" Announced Fred as he, George and Ginny entered the room.

"Bit early, isn't it?" Ron asked, taking his letter from Fred.

Fred just shrugged as we all opened our envelopes.

"Hmmm, usual book list." Mumbled George. "Nothing special."

I, however, gasped as a badge fell out along with my letter. "I made Prefect." I said.

"Congratulations, Hermione!" Ginny cried, giving me a hug.

"Not really surprising." Harry grinned as he embraced me.

"From bookworm to Prefect." George said, holding his hand over his heart. "Where did we go wrong with her, Brother?" He asked Fred.

Fred snorted. "Dumbledore just hasn't seen her evil side. You'll be Hogwarts first evil Prefect Granger. Congrats."

"Oh I think I know of another evil Prefect." I said giving Harry a knowing smile.

He grinned at me, both of us thinking about Tom Riddle.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Ginny asked.

We all turned to look at him holding a badge in his hand, an expression of shock on his face.

"Prefect?!" George asked, astounded. "They made you a Prefect?!"

"Oi!" Ron said, finally snapping out of his own shock. "What's wrong with that?"

"Well, nothing." Fred said. "Except for the fact that this proves Dumbledore has gone 'round the twist. Looks like the Prophet was right." He said while holding up the latest edition.

"Oh honestly. That's all rubbish, Fred. And you know it." I snapped. "Ron being a Prefect is great! Dumbledore is not crazy."

He looked at me as if I had just announced I was becoming a Death Eater.

"Yeah, you guys." Ginny put in. "It is great! Congratulations, Ron." She told him happily.

"Good on you mate." Harry said, slapping him on the back.

"Er...thanks. I think." He muttered.

The Twins sighed sufferingly. "That's three Prefects in the family. What a shame." Fred said sadly.

"Four, if you count Granger." George said with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "She's practically family now."

My eyes widened. He knew!

Well, of course he knows. I told myself. He's Fred's twin. They tell each other everything.

Still I blushed and looked down as Fred coughed something to his twin that sounded like a threat of bodily harm.

"You know, Forge." Fred said, quickly getting away from the subject. "Having these two as Prefects might not be so terrible after all."

"Ah yes. They could be-

"On out side. Maybe even-

"Go easy on us-

"For old times sake?" Fred finished.

"I don't think so!" I said, snapping out of it. "We can't give you special treatment! That wouldn't be fair to everyone else."

"Well, Granger." Fred said putting his arm around my waist as George put his around my shoulder. "Didn't anyone ever tell you?"

"Life isn't fair." George told me.

"Honestly." I huffed. "You two are insufferable."

"Ah, but ya still love us. Right, Granger?" George asked, winking.

I snorted. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I told him, shrugging off his arm, as everyone else laughed.

Suddenly, Harry made a noise of outrage.

"What's up, mate?" Ron asked.

"The Prophet!! It says that not only is Dumbledore lying, but so am I! They say I'm only looking for attention. That being The-Boy-Who-Lived," He spat the name out, "Just isn't enough for me anymore!"

I sighed. "It's not surprising that they're doing this."

Everyone looked at me like I was mad. I sighed. "No one wants to believe that Voldemort- oh for God's sake Ronald! Grow a pair would you? It's just a name." I snapped at him for he winced and shivered at the mention of his name.

"That's the first time I've heard you use his name." Harry said. "Why did you say it?"

"It's just a name. Why should I be afraid of it? People are scared of that jumped up, white faced codger enough. Fearing his name is just giving him more power over us."

Harry looked at me with more pride and respect than he ever has before. "Smartest witch of her age." He said fondly.

I blushed. "Thanks. Anyway, like I was saying no one wants to believe that Voldemort is back. It will cause panic and terror that the Wizarding World hasn't seen for almost 14 years. I'll bet Fudge is leaning on the Prophet to make it look like everything is fine and that you and Dumbledore are just trying to stir up trouble."

"But-but...that ridiculous!" Harry yelled. "People need to be warned. They have to know, so they can protect themselves."

"I know, Harry. But fear does strange things to people. That's why we have the Order. So, until people smarten up, the Order will have to protect them."

Harry sighed in a defeated tone. "I guess that's all we can do for now. Doesn't seem like much though."

"It's better than nothing." I told him.

Suddenly, we heard Mrs. Weasley shouting at us to come downstairs.

"Hey, Fred?" Ginny asked, as we made our way out of the room. "Why do you still have your arm around Hermione?"

Fred and I blushed slightly as he quickly retracted his arm from around my waist.

Ginny looked at me funny, but thankfully, let the subject drop.

Fred and I need to be more careful I guess. Though, I suppose it wouldn't be bad if Ginny knew. I mean it would be nice to have another girl to talk to about this. I'll have to ask Fred about it later. Though I might not have time. We're all going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. That's what Mrs. Weasley wanted to tell us.

Anyway, Allison, I better head to bed. I have a feeling I'm gonna have a looong day tomorrow.

Good night and sweet dreams!