Chapter 9: Relocation

Harry woke up to find both Ron and Ginny gone. He looked at his watch; it was 9:47. He had no memory of Ginny leaving or of falling asleep. The only thing he remembered was...

He'd kissed her. Twice.

Pleased with his newly found memory, Harry decided to celebrate with some breakfast.

He came down to find the kitchen empty. He soon spotted a note on the table.

Harry,

Meet me in the Quidditch Hall as soon as possible. I need to talk to you about your dream last night.

Yours, Ginny

Without hesitation, Harry left the kitchen and headed for the Quidditch Hall.

Harry entered the hall to find Ginny positioned with her back to the wall, opposite the door.

"Hey, Seeker," she said, "can you catch?" That was a rather stupid question, Ginny thought, but it had made Harry smile, and that's what she'd been aiming for. She tossed him a piece of toast, and he caught it expertly. However, he didn't start eating it until he'd sat down next to her.

"I wrote a letter to Dean this morning," Ginny said, then seeing the look on his face, she added, "to tell him it's over."

Good, thought Harry, Now I won't feel like we're doing something that we shouldn't. Instead of voicing this, he said, "What did you need to tell me about my dream?"

"Well," she began, "what if it's more of a warning? Like, this will happen if you do or don't do this, or something like this will happen in your future."

"I dunno, Gin, I'm not really good with Divination."

"Yeah, and nothing like this has ever happened before...except..." she stopped

"But it can't have been Voldemort. Ever since I started serious Occlumency those dreams about Sirius were pretty much all I had. And those were just normal nightmares."

"Normal's not the word for those dreams."

"You know what I mean, though."

"Mmm," Ginny agreed, "but you've been having a lot of dreams other than the recurring ones lately. Those could've been sent by Voldemort to, I dunno, weaken you or something."

Harry nodded. He knew Ginny was trying to make it sound a lot less serious than it really was for his sake, and he was grateful for it. "Should we tell Ron and Hermione?" he asked.

Ginny shook her head, "You know what they're like. They'd be so worried..."

Harry knew what she was saying. At first they'd refuse to believe it. Then they'd drive themselves mad with worry.

"Ginny! Harry!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed magically through the house, "Get into the kitchen now!"

"What's up?" Harry asked Ginny as they scrambled out of the hall. They reached the kitchen panting. Various members of the Order were gathered there along with Ron and Hermione.

"Oh, thank goodness," Mrs. Weasley pulled them toward her into a hug.

"Mum," Ginny asked her mother, "what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley stepped forward to stop his wife from smothering Ginny and Harry.

"We've received a rumor that You Know Who and his Death Eaters have found out where headquarters is. Although that is almost impossible, there is always that chance. And now Kingsley and Tonks have disappeared."

"Oh no," Harry heard Ginny gasp softly.

"Therefore, we're moving the four of you to the Burrow," Mr. Weasley told them.

"What?" Ron said loudly, "but, Dad–"

"No, Ron," he spoke firmly to his son, "you four are not in the Order, and we don't want to put you any more danger than you're already in. Until you go back to Hogwarts you'll be living at the Burrow."

"Dad, we want to help–" Ginny pleaded.

"Absolutely not," Mrs. Weasley rounded on her daughter, "you're only 15, Ginny, and you are not a member. And as for the rest of you, being one year older isn't going to cut it this time."

Harry looked to Lupin for support, but the look on his face told him that there would be no arguing this decision.

"Go upstairs and get your things packed," Mrs. Weasley said.

As the foursome trooped heavily up the stairs, Harry wondered how this recent development could be related to his dream. Maybe it would really happen...

"I don't see why we have to leave," Ron fumed as he gathered his belongs from around the room and stuffed them into his trunk, "I mean, we'll be back at school in, what, 2 weeks?"

"Three," Harry muttered.

When they were finished packing they lugged their trunks down the stairs and back into the kitchen.

"Now," Mrs. Weasley said as checked to see that they were ready for their journey, "Remus will be taking you there. We'll come by whenever we can. There'll be at least one Order member there at all times..." she went on like this for several minutes.

"Mum," Ron interrupted, placing a hand on his mother's arm, "we'll be fine. Stop worrying."

This made Mrs. Weasley come even closer to hysterics, and she gave each of them a hug before backing away.