A/N: Duckie, I don't kno why, but your reviews aren't coming thru to me. I
mean, they're not getting e-mailed to me. Oh, and of course I'll read you
and your friends' story. (And review, of course!! : ) )
Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry in advance if I don't post for like, 2 or 3 days, but I have about 4 essays lined up to do. Yucky.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I never will, JK ALWAYS will, why am I writing this?????
Chapter 13: The Spy of Lord Voldemort
Ginny woke up on Christmas morning to a sunny room and a pillow in her face, as Harry just threw one at her, yelling, "PRESENTS!! Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas, Harry. How did you get up here? I didn't think boys COULD get up here..."
"I have my ways," said Harry, grinning.
Ginny threw the pillow back at him.
Ginny looked at the foot of her bed, and found a huge stack of presents. Harry brought his slightly smaller bunch up with him, and they opened their gifts together. Ginny got the usual sweater and fudge from her parents, shoes with laces that tie themselves together and make the wearer trip from Fred and George, (one of their new products at Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes) Droobles Best Blowing Gum from Harry, Chocolate Frogs from Ron, a quill that wrote without ink from Hermione, and some other unusual gifts from her many friends.
After all Ginny and Harry's presents were opened, they went down to the Great Hall to find it deserted. Ginny never saw the vast Hall completely empty. Just then, Professor McGonagall barged in, and exclaimed, "In my office, NOW, both of you!"
Ginny and Harry looked at each other. "What could we possibly have done?" Ginny muttered.
"I dunno..."
When they sat down in Professor McGonagall's office, she whispered, "Professor Dumbledore will be gone for about a month. We have recent evidence that a new Order member, Carrie Ennui-Apuro, is a spy for He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named. (A/N: Ennui-trouble in French, Apuro - trouble in Spanish...whoever speaks either, even a little, and tell me if you picked it up in a REVIEW!! *hint hint*)
Harry and Ginny sat, stunned.
Professor McGonagall continued, "We all were expecting this would happen soon, but not as soon as this. You mustn't tell anybody about this, I'm just telling you both because one believes you ought to know. As there is no one occupying the Great Hall, your food will be brought up to the common room. You must tell no one, except Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. Please don't tell your sister, Harry. She will be in great danger..." Her voice trailed off, and she slowly shook her head, before she realized what she was doing, and abruptly stopped. "This is very important...Dumbledore doesn't want this going in rumors around the school. Do you have any questions?" Harry and Ginny were silent. Professor McGonagall took their silence as a no."You may go. Happy Christmas."
Ginny and Harry were still sitting there, not moving a muscle.
"Mr. Potter! Miss Weasley!"
Harry looked up. "What does this mean?"
Professor McGonagall looked at him, her whole face looking sullen.
"Well, Mr. Potter, that, I'm afraid, I can't tell you."
A/N: I'm sorry for the incredibly short chappie. I had writers block. Oh, and BTW, I was gonna post again tomorrow, but my mom wouldn't let me on my computer...she said I was on it too much.. Oh well. Cheers.
*Fairy Sprinkles*
Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry in advance if I don't post for like, 2 or 3 days, but I have about 4 essays lined up to do. Yucky.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I never will, JK ALWAYS will, why am I writing this?????
Chapter 13: The Spy of Lord Voldemort
Ginny woke up on Christmas morning to a sunny room and a pillow in her face, as Harry just threw one at her, yelling, "PRESENTS!! Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas, Harry. How did you get up here? I didn't think boys COULD get up here..."
"I have my ways," said Harry, grinning.
Ginny threw the pillow back at him.
Ginny looked at the foot of her bed, and found a huge stack of presents. Harry brought his slightly smaller bunch up with him, and they opened their gifts together. Ginny got the usual sweater and fudge from her parents, shoes with laces that tie themselves together and make the wearer trip from Fred and George, (one of their new products at Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes) Droobles Best Blowing Gum from Harry, Chocolate Frogs from Ron, a quill that wrote without ink from Hermione, and some other unusual gifts from her many friends.
After all Ginny and Harry's presents were opened, they went down to the Great Hall to find it deserted. Ginny never saw the vast Hall completely empty. Just then, Professor McGonagall barged in, and exclaimed, "In my office, NOW, both of you!"
Ginny and Harry looked at each other. "What could we possibly have done?" Ginny muttered.
"I dunno..."
When they sat down in Professor McGonagall's office, she whispered, "Professor Dumbledore will be gone for about a month. We have recent evidence that a new Order member, Carrie Ennui-Apuro, is a spy for He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named. (A/N: Ennui-trouble in French, Apuro - trouble in Spanish...whoever speaks either, even a little, and tell me if you picked it up in a REVIEW!! *hint hint*)
Harry and Ginny sat, stunned.
Professor McGonagall continued, "We all were expecting this would happen soon, but not as soon as this. You mustn't tell anybody about this, I'm just telling you both because one believes you ought to know. As there is no one occupying the Great Hall, your food will be brought up to the common room. You must tell no one, except Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. Please don't tell your sister, Harry. She will be in great danger..." Her voice trailed off, and she slowly shook her head, before she realized what she was doing, and abruptly stopped. "This is very important...Dumbledore doesn't want this going in rumors around the school. Do you have any questions?" Harry and Ginny were silent. Professor McGonagall took their silence as a no."You may go. Happy Christmas."
Ginny and Harry were still sitting there, not moving a muscle.
"Mr. Potter! Miss Weasley!"
Harry looked up. "What does this mean?"
Professor McGonagall looked at him, her whole face looking sullen.
"Well, Mr. Potter, that, I'm afraid, I can't tell you."
A/N: I'm sorry for the incredibly short chappie. I had writers block. Oh, and BTW, I was gonna post again tomorrow, but my mom wouldn't let me on my computer...she said I was on it too much.. Oh well. Cheers.
*Fairy Sprinkles*
