CHAPTER SEVEN
Fred and George's Suite
Everyone waited for Severus Snape to turn up in Dumbledore's office. It was only a few
minutes until he appeared.
He looked atrocious, in a way. Clumps of hair was missing. His cloak was worn everywhere.
There was mud all over his skin and he looked very tired.
"Severus... please sit," Dumbledore said nicely and offered his seat. Snape collapsed into the
cozy chair.
"I will begin quickly," Snape said. "To get some major points out of the way– Sibyll is in the
caves near Hogsmeade with Voldemort and his supporters. They claim that she can predict what they
are doing, so that is the reason they kidnaped her. We will be able to rescue her. There is virtually no
security around the cave. I DID trade off information to Arabella Figg, because I could not keep it with
me without it being discovered. She promised she would hide it somewhere safe. Unfortunately, I was
being monitored in the pub that we met in. The spy ran off to the caves and told everyone. When that
first spell flew at my head, I ran for it. I didn't have my wand to apparate. I kept running until I
reached here. By that time, I think the people after me had left to tell Voldemort what had
happened."
This was a lot to take in. You could tell by everyone's strained faces.
"Cornelius, send everyone you have to get Sibyll... Now," Dumbledore advised. Fudge nodded
and walked quickly and briskly out of the office.
"More has happened in the last twenty-four hours than I could have ever imagined," Tonks
said.
"Kiddo... you've only see the beginning," Mad-Eye joked.
Ron was escorted up to the lobby by Umbridge, who left him near the water fountain. Harry
and Hermione were sitting on a bench, not looking or talking to each other. Ron noticed them and
meandered over to them.
"I want to know what happened," Ron said sharply. Hermione looked up.
"Ron... we can explain," Harry began.
"Shut up," Ron said and pulled Hermione up and dragged her off to a corner. It was too loud
in the entrance hall to hear what they were saying. All Harry knew what that Hermione had put in a
good word about him too, because when Ron came back, he patted Harry on the shoulder.
"No more relationships with friends," Ron said and put a hand out. Harry shook his hand.
"Deal."
Hermione shook everyone's and Harry shook hers.
"Deal," they both said.
"And I really am sorry... It's just that everyone ends up acting different when one goes out
with other," Hermione stated.
"It's okay!" Ron said and laughed. "Plus we have much more important things to worry about,
like Voldemort returning."
"Yes, well, Dumbledore is somewhere talking to everyone in the Order and we don't know
where that is," Harry said frustratingly.
"That's true. Do you just want to go visit Fred and George?" Hermione asked.
"Good idea!" Ron said and jumped up. "The hotel is over this way–" A hand grabbed his
sleeve.
"Ron... buddy," a voice by the name of Percy said. "Hi Hermione, Harry."
Harry looked at Percy with a look of loathing. He did not say hello back.
"Umm... so what's going on?" Percy asked everyone.
"Sorry, Ron, I'm not aloud to friends with you," Harry said and waved Percy good-bye as he
and Hermione trotted off to the nearby hotel.
"You gave them that letter?!" Percy yelled at Ron. "THAT WAS PRIVATE! YOUR TURNING
PEOPLE AGAINST ME!"
"Correction, bighead, YOUR turning everyone against you. No wonder everyone disowns you
and treats you badly. All you care about it Fudge and noone else. Not even mom or dad."
"I've said I'm sorry to them," Percy said. "Mum only accepted. Dad just walked away."
"I don't consider you my brother that much anymore. Until you can actually act like one, you
won't be," Ron said and ran off to catch up with Harry and Hermione.
"He better think about what I said," Ron said.
"What did you say?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing, Nothing..." Ron trailed off because he didn't feel like repeating everything again and
did not want to tell his friends issues in the family. "Here we are! Ministry of Magic Hotel or, aka,
Gemodins Hotel and Luxury."
"Lemme guess, Gemodins is named after it's creator too?" Harry asked.
"No... it's just called Gemodins," Ron said. He approached the wizard in the front behind the
reception desk.
"Fred and George Weasley, please," Ron said.
"Stand together," the wizard said wearily. He took out a device and clicked a button. It
flashed. It was like a camera, but it sure didn't look like one. The wizard took out a picture that came
out of it and with his wand, made it vanish in seconds.
"Please wait," he said.
"They have to send the picture up to the room so the occupants can see if they know the
people. If they don't, then the picture gets sent back down. If they do, the picture gets sent back
down with the words OK on it.
Sure enough, the picture popped into the room out of no where.
"Okay... Room 45, 3rd floor."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took off for the lift and noticed somebody entering their room.
"Draco," Harry whispered under his breath. "Isn't his dad with Voldemort right now? I thought
they would be somewhere close by."
They entered the elevator, discussing about why Malfoy had been there. When they reached
the 3rd floor, they made their way up to the suite.
"I thought this was the top most level of the Ministry... how can it go up three more floors?"
Harry asked.
"A vanishing charm and invisibility charm combined make a combination called the Vanibility
Charm. If it's placed upon a human, you will be unseeable from anyone's vision, will be able to be
walked through, somewhat like the ghosts at Hogwarts. It comes in use. I haven't see any of the
Hogwarts ghosts now to think of it," Hermione said.
"They are probably here, somewhere at Affotts," Ron replied. They passed by many rooms.
"Room 43A, 43B, 13–"
"13?" Hermione asked.
Ron had not told them about the room he had discovered and Umbridge finding him. He would
have to sooner or later. He would do it tonight.
"I'll explain to you later," he said. "Here is 45!"
Ron knocked on the door. Mrs. Weasley answered it.
"Hi everyone!" she beamed. "Come inside, file in!"
The room was truly spectacular. Fred and George's suite was an empire. It was amazing in
size. There was a very big living room right in the center with an elegant fireplace, two sofas, and two
reclining chairs. Against the walls were two fourposters with midnight blue covers laid on them neatly
and curtains flowing down. There were windows on the eat north wall, but they were all hidden with
midnight blue curtains also. There were two walk-in closets, a few desks for their experiments and
possessions, and a kitchen that was propped up on a balcony of the sort with black, steel, rodding as
a barrier to the living room. There was a magnanimous refigerator and many of the things that were
in the new Headquarters' kitchen.
"Holy crap," Ron gaped.
"It will do," Fred said and laughed. "We've stayed at better," George jested.
"How rich ARE you?" Ron asked.
"Let's just say we have money. Were going to give some more to you guys soon."
Mrs. Weasley started to cry and hugged her boys admirably. Mr. Weasley hugged them too.
Fred and George seemed to be the best brother's Ron could ever have. There was someone else in
the room, though, that appeared from the kitchen who was cooking.
"Oh hello everyone," Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, said.
Harry saw her flowing red hair and brilliant blue eyes and fell head over heels. She was
prettier than ever before. He couldn't believe it.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled and hugged her. Hermione hugged her too. Harry walked over to her... he
didn't know whether to shake her hand or hug her. He was half-way about to lean to a hug, but
backed out and shook her hand. She looked slightly disappointed.
Fred and George's Suite
Everyone waited for Severus Snape to turn up in Dumbledore's office. It was only a few
minutes until he appeared.
He looked atrocious, in a way. Clumps of hair was missing. His cloak was worn everywhere.
There was mud all over his skin and he looked very tired.
"Severus... please sit," Dumbledore said nicely and offered his seat. Snape collapsed into the
cozy chair.
"I will begin quickly," Snape said. "To get some major points out of the way– Sibyll is in the
caves near Hogsmeade with Voldemort and his supporters. They claim that she can predict what they
are doing, so that is the reason they kidnaped her. We will be able to rescue her. There is virtually no
security around the cave. I DID trade off information to Arabella Figg, because I could not keep it with
me without it being discovered. She promised she would hide it somewhere safe. Unfortunately, I was
being monitored in the pub that we met in. The spy ran off to the caves and told everyone. When that
first spell flew at my head, I ran for it. I didn't have my wand to apparate. I kept running until I
reached here. By that time, I think the people after me had left to tell Voldemort what had
happened."
This was a lot to take in. You could tell by everyone's strained faces.
"Cornelius, send everyone you have to get Sibyll... Now," Dumbledore advised. Fudge nodded
and walked quickly and briskly out of the office.
"More has happened in the last twenty-four hours than I could have ever imagined," Tonks
said.
"Kiddo... you've only see the beginning," Mad-Eye joked.
Ron was escorted up to the lobby by Umbridge, who left him near the water fountain. Harry
and Hermione were sitting on a bench, not looking or talking to each other. Ron noticed them and
meandered over to them.
"I want to know what happened," Ron said sharply. Hermione looked up.
"Ron... we can explain," Harry began.
"Shut up," Ron said and pulled Hermione up and dragged her off to a corner. It was too loud
in the entrance hall to hear what they were saying. All Harry knew what that Hermione had put in a
good word about him too, because when Ron came back, he patted Harry on the shoulder.
"No more relationships with friends," Ron said and put a hand out. Harry shook his hand.
"Deal."
Hermione shook everyone's and Harry shook hers.
"Deal," they both said.
"And I really am sorry... It's just that everyone ends up acting different when one goes out
with other," Hermione stated.
"It's okay!" Ron said and laughed. "Plus we have much more important things to worry about,
like Voldemort returning."
"Yes, well, Dumbledore is somewhere talking to everyone in the Order and we don't know
where that is," Harry said frustratingly.
"That's true. Do you just want to go visit Fred and George?" Hermione asked.
"Good idea!" Ron said and jumped up. "The hotel is over this way–" A hand grabbed his
sleeve.
"Ron... buddy," a voice by the name of Percy said. "Hi Hermione, Harry."
Harry looked at Percy with a look of loathing. He did not say hello back.
"Umm... so what's going on?" Percy asked everyone.
"Sorry, Ron, I'm not aloud to friends with you," Harry said and waved Percy good-bye as he
and Hermione trotted off to the nearby hotel.
"You gave them that letter?!" Percy yelled at Ron. "THAT WAS PRIVATE! YOUR TURNING
PEOPLE AGAINST ME!"
"Correction, bighead, YOUR turning everyone against you. No wonder everyone disowns you
and treats you badly. All you care about it Fudge and noone else. Not even mom or dad."
"I've said I'm sorry to them," Percy said. "Mum only accepted. Dad just walked away."
"I don't consider you my brother that much anymore. Until you can actually act like one, you
won't be," Ron said and ran off to catch up with Harry and Hermione.
"He better think about what I said," Ron said.
"What did you say?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing, Nothing..." Ron trailed off because he didn't feel like repeating everything again and
did not want to tell his friends issues in the family. "Here we are! Ministry of Magic Hotel or, aka,
Gemodins Hotel and Luxury."
"Lemme guess, Gemodins is named after it's creator too?" Harry asked.
"No... it's just called Gemodins," Ron said. He approached the wizard in the front behind the
reception desk.
"Fred and George Weasley, please," Ron said.
"Stand together," the wizard said wearily. He took out a device and clicked a button. It
flashed. It was like a camera, but it sure didn't look like one. The wizard took out a picture that came
out of it and with his wand, made it vanish in seconds.
"Please wait," he said.
"They have to send the picture up to the room so the occupants can see if they know the
people. If they don't, then the picture gets sent back down. If they do, the picture gets sent back
down with the words OK on it.
Sure enough, the picture popped into the room out of no where.
"Okay... Room 45, 3rd floor."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took off for the lift and noticed somebody entering their room.
"Draco," Harry whispered under his breath. "Isn't his dad with Voldemort right now? I thought
they would be somewhere close by."
They entered the elevator, discussing about why Malfoy had been there. When they reached
the 3rd floor, they made their way up to the suite.
"I thought this was the top most level of the Ministry... how can it go up three more floors?"
Harry asked.
"A vanishing charm and invisibility charm combined make a combination called the Vanibility
Charm. If it's placed upon a human, you will be unseeable from anyone's vision, will be able to be
walked through, somewhat like the ghosts at Hogwarts. It comes in use. I haven't see any of the
Hogwarts ghosts now to think of it," Hermione said.
"They are probably here, somewhere at Affotts," Ron replied. They passed by many rooms.
"Room 43A, 43B, 13–"
"13?" Hermione asked.
Ron had not told them about the room he had discovered and Umbridge finding him. He would
have to sooner or later. He would do it tonight.
"I'll explain to you later," he said. "Here is 45!"
Ron knocked on the door. Mrs. Weasley answered it.
"Hi everyone!" she beamed. "Come inside, file in!"
The room was truly spectacular. Fred and George's suite was an empire. It was amazing in
size. There was a very big living room right in the center with an elegant fireplace, two sofas, and two
reclining chairs. Against the walls were two fourposters with midnight blue covers laid on them neatly
and curtains flowing down. There were windows on the eat north wall, but they were all hidden with
midnight blue curtains also. There were two walk-in closets, a few desks for their experiments and
possessions, and a kitchen that was propped up on a balcony of the sort with black, steel, rodding as
a barrier to the living room. There was a magnanimous refigerator and many of the things that were
in the new Headquarters' kitchen.
"Holy crap," Ron gaped.
"It will do," Fred said and laughed. "We've stayed at better," George jested.
"How rich ARE you?" Ron asked.
"Let's just say we have money. Were going to give some more to you guys soon."
Mrs. Weasley started to cry and hugged her boys admirably. Mr. Weasley hugged them too.
Fred and George seemed to be the best brother's Ron could ever have. There was someone else in
the room, though, that appeared from the kitchen who was cooking.
"Oh hello everyone," Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, said.
Harry saw her flowing red hair and brilliant blue eyes and fell head over heels. She was
prettier than ever before. He couldn't believe it.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled and hugged her. Hermione hugged her too. Harry walked over to her... he
didn't know whether to shake her hand or hug her. He was half-way about to lean to a hug, but
backed out and shook her hand. She looked slightly disappointed.