Harry clicked his pen contemplatively, and turned to Ginny. "Ginny, you need to wake up your dad."
"What?" whispered Ron, horror filling his voice. "Dad'll wake up Mum, and she'll have kittens!"
"RON!" interrupted Harry, "we need to get this to the Headmaster!"
Ron shook his head, red smearing in Harry's vision. "So what," he defended, "someone decided to play a prank and pretend they were you-know--"
Harry silenced him with a glare, and Ginny got off the bed, giving Ron a disgusted look. "This isn't something to play around with, Ronald."
Hermione even added her two pence with "This is obviously dark magic!"
Ginny was out of the door.
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"Dad!" whispered Ginny, shaking Mr. Weasley's shoulder. "Dad wake up…we need to get Headmaster Dumbledore!"
The head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department shot up from the couch he was napping in. "What!" he asked, getting to his feet and already holding the jar of floo power.
"Get Headmaster Dumbledore! He'll understand once he gets here! There is dark magic going on!"
Arthur Weasley complied immediately, recognizing his daughter's authoritative voice, mini-molly indeed.
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Harry was in front of the stair case by the time Dumbledore had flooed to the Burrow, in a resplendent purple nightgown (with matching lemon drop cap).
"Professor!" Harry sighed, relieved. "I'm afraid you'll have to come upstairs, I didn't want anybody to touch it."
Harry led the elderly (but agile) wizard to Ginny's room, where Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were against the wall. Sitting innocently on the middle of the bed was the journal, still open to the page of their conversation.
Dumbledore looking very grave as he surveyed the journal; he reached for his cap and pulled out a lemon drop from it, sucking on it to ease his thoughts.
"Watch" intoned Harry quietly, pulling out his own wand. He touched it lightly to the parchment where it made a sizzling sound.
Dumbledore's face darkened further. Finally, he spoke "Thank you for bringing me here, but I'm afraid I'm going to need your assistance, Harry."
Harry nodded readily, sticking his wand in his sleeve; he then took Ginny's pillow cover (with her permission of course) and held the book with it. The aged headmaster nodded approvingly. "Come, Come."
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