July 5, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

Okay. This is driving me insane! No one will tell me why I'm not allowed on the fourth floor. I asked Mum this morning at breakfast, but she kept humming and pretending like she didn't here me. I asked Dad, but he suddenly had to rush off to work. Argh!

I guess Professor Lupin sensed my stress, because he leaned across the table and whispered, "You don't know the real story, so the story cannot be seen by you until then." So I'm guessing there's something up there that I don't know the "real" story about. Whatever that means…

It's just after dinner now, and it's getting dark. Hermione's writing a Potions essay by candlelight. I locked the door, because last night, that Kreacher elf walked in here at two in the morning, muttering about "Mudbloods and blood traitors". It scared the living crap out of me, but Hermione gently guided Kreacher out in the hallway and went back to sleep. How that girl can be kind to something that insults her, I have no idea…

Mum had all of us cleaning the kitchen again. It was mostly dusting the shelves and checking to make sure that none of the pests had gotten to the food that the Order members had donated to the cabinets.

All right. Back to the fourth floor thing. I have to find out what's up there. It obviously moves, and it must speak, because it's in the Order, so I'm guessing it's a person that lives up there. Ron and Hermione must know him or her, and Mum and Dad and the rest of the Order.

I have somewhat of a plan. Tonight, I'll sneak out when everyone's asleep, and I'll go up to the fourth floor to see just who's up there. I'll find out, and I'll leave and get back into my bed before anyone realizes I'm gone. Sounds foolproof to me. Fred and George are up on the third floor, so maybe I'll ask them to distract Mum or something if she's checking up on us.

Lovely. Hermione's just blown out her candle. I'll wait a little while before I leave.

Wish me luck. I promise I'll write as soon as I get back.

Later

Wow. What a night I've had.

Let's just say, I did find out who's staying up in the fourth floor.

It's Sirius Black.

Okay, he's not a mass-murderer like I thought he was. He was framed by Peter Pettigrew, who, in fact, is not dead, but alive, and a Death Eater in You-Know-Who's ranks.

But, I didn't know that when I first saw Sirius. Heh…I'll start from the beginning.

I snuck out of the room at about ten. Mum wasn't out in the hallway, so I tiptoed up the stairs to the fourth floor. It's just this huge, long hallway with paintings and three doors.

The door at the end of the hall was half open, and there was light shining into the hallway. I tiptoed down the hallway and I hovered outside the door, trying to get a peak inside.

What I saw was a hippogriff, like the ones Hagrid showed us during class in my second year. The animal was sitting on the bet, chewing on what looked like dead, bloody rats. I saw a man's hand feeding it to the animal.

I guess I must have leaned on the door, because the hinges creaked loudly. A man's voice started calling out to me. "Who's there?"

I heard footsteps. I couldn't move: I was petrified. The door swung open, and I looked up into the face that I had been seeing all over the Daily Prophet: Sirius Black!

We stared at each other for a moment, before I opened my mouth and let out a sort of scream. Sirius reached out his hand, and he told me to wait, but I took of bolting down the stairs. I could hear him following me.

I ran into Mum and Dad's room, and they woke up, asking me what was wrong. I told them that we had to call the Ministry: Sirius Black was in the house, and he could murder us all! I was on the verge of tears, but Dad seemed to think something was funny.

"Come on in, Sirius. We've got some explaining to do."

I turned around and saw Sirius coming into the room, looking amused himself. I crawled up on the bed and huddled near Mum.

Mum told me to relax, and not to be afraid of Sirius. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to explain to me that he was innocent, and that he wasn't going to murder anyone. I felt so embarrassed!

Mum asked me why I was up on the fourth floor anyway. So now I have to help out with dinner for the next to nights for disobeying her orders.

I also found out that Sirius is Harry's godfather, and that's why he, Ron, and Hermione know that he's innocent. And they didn't tell me!

Sirius told me that this house belonged to his parents, and now that it belongs to him, he gave it to Dumbledore to use as headquarters. The old woman in the portrait downstairs is actually Sirius's mum, and the bedroom in which he's keeping Buckbeak the hippogriff was his mum's room. And he confirmed that he was the person that Mum and Dad didn't want me seeing until I knew the "real story". So I guess Professor Lupin was right!

It's just before midnight now, and I think I can still feel my face burning. I told Hermione what happened, and even she laughed a little bit. I apologized to Sirius over and over again, and he patted me on the back and said that all was forgiven. God, what am I going to do if he's down at breakfast tomorrow? I'll blush so hard you'll hardly be able to see the difference between my hair and my face!

I best get to bed. I've got a long day of blushing and cleaning ahead of me. Goodnight.

-Ginny


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