Girls from Hogwarts come out with the truth

Chapter: Ginny having the time of her life...- part 2

June 24th

Here I am – all alone with nothing but that diary and my brilliant mind in this stuffy closet.

My one and only mother sent me to do the dusting in this dark and scary chamber.

I'm really getting tired of this! Cleaning all they like slave and not to mention that mom started to talk about checking how are we doing with our summer homework! That was the last thing I needed! F&G refused to even speak about it – they said that now that they are adults they can decide for themselves when, how and even if they shall write homework! Ron didn't say anything, he is worried about Harry. Who wouldn't be! Poor guy, Merlin knows what are they doing to him. I wonder weather he has the nightmares that hunted me since 1st year...Since you-know-who got into my mind. Harry must be suffering a lot. And why now? Now that he cannot be with anyone who could help him, with whom he could just get it all out of himself...

Yesterday, later in the evening I had a chance to see Dumbledore. He came here rather late and didn't spent more than 3 seconds in the lobby but went straight to the kitchen where another meeting of «The Order» was held. Dad welcomed him in the lobby and he(my dad) didn't know that I was hiding behind the curtains, but Dumbledore knew. I could have swear that he blinked at me!

But even more interesting thing was that some time before mom sent us to bed, came another mysterious person. It was quite young woman, maybe 21-22, tall, with long long straight hair. And until I forget – her hair was RED! Not red as mine or any member of my family. It was red as blood- maybe a bit lighter. She was wearing a long Bordeaux cape, her eyes were smoky green. She came together with the group of French members of «the Order». Only thing that realized is that she was the only one who spoke English and was translating everything to French to the group.

I could see that my brother Charlie stood up at the very moment she stepped into the room. That very same moment mom sent us (F&G, Ron and me) to our rooms.They were also interested who that woman was, but we haven't seen her in the morning and some (but not all) French men stayed the night and had the breakfast with us. F&G asked Charlie who she was but got nothing out of him. He just said that he has no time for us!

Oops! Have to run until mom gets here . . . . . . . . . . .