When Ginny arrived at her parents' home, she knew something was wrong immediately. Assembled in a half moon around the fireplace she'd just flooed in was her entire family, plus Harry and minus Bill. Her mother was holding the late evening edition of the Prophet.
"I can explain," she said weakly before the yelling began.
"You lied to me Virginia," came from her mother.
From her brother Ron, "He was in cahoots with Voldemort. Probably killed thousands of people."
"His father killed Neville," said a tearful Alicia.
"He probably helped," Fred added.
"Isn't this against the laws of God and man?" Queried Harry.
"SHUT IT!"
The last was from her, and even she herself was a little surprised at the outburst. Silence rang through the room.
"I am sick and tired of your constant babbling. This is exactly why I didn't tell any of you where I was. Dra... erm... Mr. Malfoy has been kind enough to willingly volunteer his fathers dark arts paraphenalia to the Ministry. I've been assisting his extensive inventory process. I'm ashamed that none of you can see past his father's misdeeds."
The silence continued as all eyes stared at her. The only person in the room who seemed nonplussed was her father, who gave her a light hug.
"Good to have you back, Pumpkin. Tea?"
"Not right now, Arthur. Ginny can sit down and calmly explain why she was screaming, and what she's been doing." Mrs. Weasley's demeanor told Ginny that nothing she could say would possibly mullify her. Unless she was sorely mistaken, her mother had been planning to spend the evening in the attic all day.
"Mum, sod off." Turning to Harry, Ginny said "Hermione said not to wait up." She stepped into the fireplace and disappeared.