Chapter 19
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place
Once Dumbledore stepped out of the carriage and told the horses to go back to Hogwarts, he spoke to them. 'We're supposed to go at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.' Once the meaning of his words hit them they could see as a house was appearing in front of them. Dumbledore stepped up and opened the door, and they followed him in. It was odd, both girls noted, but somehow they knew this house. They had seen it somewhere.
A witch, with bright red hair greeted them. 'Albus, good, you have arrived.' she told the older wizard before turning her attention to them. 'Hello, girls. I suppose you are both hungry. I was just making the breakfast. Step up, don't be shy. What would you like. Eggs? Toast? An omelette? Pancakes?'
Neither girl was sure their stomach could take anything in but they did not have the guts to say no to this witch. There was something about her that made them think twice before arguing with her. 'Toast, would suffice.' Spice murmured. The truth was that all she wanted now was some time alone and perhaps a bed where she could lay her tired body.
They took a sit at the kitchen table while the witch bustled around. They were looking at the surroundings. It looked fairly decent although there was something like a shadow over it all. Spice laid her head on the table. Her eyes were hard to keep open anymore.
'Please excuse me girls, but I have to call the children down for breakfast.' She left them alone with the headmaster, who was seated on the other side of the table, munching on a piece of buttered toast. He seemed absorbed in his thoughts as well.
The woman was back soon, by herself, which surprised the girls a little. Though a few moments later it seemed like a heard of hippogriffs was coming was coming down the stairs. A sea of red heads stepped in the kitchen with a black haired boy among them, which Spica immediately recognized as Harry.
The surprise from the mass of people that had entered the kitchen was evident. Their eyes travelled from the black haired girl to the reddish blond one. Out of everybody Harry was the most surprised to see them them. This explained a lot of things, he thought to himself. Last night he had not been able to get a word from anybody. Neither Ron, nor Ginny knew a thing and the older Weasley brothers were all part of the Order now and would not tell them anything, not even the twins.
'Hello' Spica said lamely. 'I'm Spica and she's Charon' she offered and outstretched her hand. A long series of introductions followed. Finally, once Spica had found out all of the Weasley kids' names they all went back to the table. It was very lively and it got them out of the depression that had been starting to claim them. Once Spica had finished eating, she had trouble keeping awake and put her head down on the table.
. 'You must be very tired dear' Mrs. Weasley addressed her. 'Ginny, go show her your room. Until we can fix up another one they can stay with you, though we'll have to change that when Hermione show's up.' This got the attention of Ron and Harry. They were really anxious to see their friend again. She had been left out of things lately and they were starting to fear she might have an outburst the likeness of Harry's from the previous summer.
'Go on, girls, follow her.' She said. 'Oh, Ginny, you could lend them some clothes as well.' Ginny nodded and got up from the table, motioning to the sisters to follow her.
It took a bit longer for the others to finish but once they had, Mrs. Weasley sent them through out the house. Even after a whole year the house still needed some more purging. It was just too filled with black magic to surrender so easily.
Once the kitchen was empty Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley had a very long talk. The recent events were not to anyone's liking. Voldemort had started attacking openly again and it wasn't good. Some members of the Order had already been killed through quite unconventional means; it was the start of war.
'Do you think he was after them as well?' Mrs. Weasley asked Dumbledore.
I don't doubt it. However there are very strong forces protecting them. I think it would be hard for Voldemort to get to them.' Mrs Weasley flicked at the sound of the name. 'They are safe for now.'
How can you be so sure, Dumbledore? A couple of days ago you just told us that there were powerful forces protecting Mrs. Grey and now she and her husband are dead.'
'As I said, she was protected by ancient pure magic and as long as she wanted to live there was nothing that could harm her. But here is the fault with that magic. Once her husband was dead, she no longer wanted to live. She just gave up.' Dumbledore explained to the motherly witch. 'Her daughters, on the other hand, have every reason to live so we don't have to worry too much.' Dumbledore's confident tone exasperated Mrs. Weasley.
'Now, Molly, I have to leave.' Dumbledore said, getting up from the table. 'There is still a lot of paperwork that needs to be done in concern to the girls. I will come back in time for the meeting. If either one of our guests needs anything I trust you to take care of it.' With this, the headmaster and was gone with a snap.
He had not exaggerated. On his desk there was a pile of papers that would take a lot of his time. Just before starting all the paperwork he conjured himself a cup of tea. While drinking it, he mused on what hidden powers the girls possessed. There was one particular power that their mother had possessed that he was not sure had passed on to either of her daughters. No. It couldn't have, and there was no point in hoping as it was already too late.
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