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Ok, couldn't post before, because 1) I hadn't written it up as I was correcting things in previous chapters(I can't stand it when I make a mistake.) and kept on saying invalid url or something like that, really annoying. X(
CHAPTER TEN -
Censorship.
The Order's recent meeting had been bleak; Ginny was slipping out of their grasp so fast they didn't even know it was happening.
"At least your plan worked, Severus," said an Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Shows good judgement on your part."
The members were seated around a long table; it had gotten dirty once more since Mrs. Weasley had died, and no one else really cared to resume the cleaning feeling it wasn't their place, or they were just simply too lazy to do it. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, Moody, Remus Lupin, Dumbledore and a few others were seated around the moulding table.
"The point of the plan wasn't to show good judgement," Snape muttered, his arms folded.
"I'll give Dobby a pair of socks for his services, though," Dumbldore said, stroking the ends of his beard. They all looked at him as though he were mad, Dumbledore just gave a small smile. "What we need to know is, is how Lord Voldemort, after having his picture on the cover of The Daily Prophet, managed to escape the country." Dumbledore smiled when reporters had asked him for an old school photo of "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named". It was rather amusing to see the reactions on their faces at the sight of a young and handsome Lord Voldemort.
"Well, it's obvious," growled Moody. "He's obviously got blasted allies all over."
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes," he said, slowly.
"How can we even locate her?" Tonks asked, bewildered.
"Dobby was not informed of the Dark Lord's destination," Snape informed. "He understood that he would be leaving and was taking Miss Weasley with him. There is no way we can use a Locator Charm."
"Perhaps if we...delve deeper in to...other magic..." Remus trailed off, knowing that Dumbledore wouldn't approve, or any of the others; except, maybe, Snape.
"I think that should not be the option we go for, Remus," Dumbledore said. "That is the reason why we haven't informed Mr. Weasley of Lord Voldemort's actions toward his sister." Dumbledore looked sorrowful for a moment.
"How are we going to locate her then, Albus?" Moody said, explicitly. "We've already acknowledged the fact that we can't use Locator Charms."
"Look here, Moody, if Dumbledore says we aren't using the Dark Arts then we're not using the Dark Arts," Snape berated.
Everyone shifted in their seats uncomfortably. Lupin looked over everyone from his place by the window, nervously. "Let's just forget about that idea." He said, regretting having ever mentioning it. "I think the main point that we should be questioning here is, why does Lord Voldemort want Ginny Weasley?"
By the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione had arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Dedalus Diggle were leaving the residence. They eyed each other nervously, apart from Ron, who began questioning.
"What are you two doing here?" he said, forcefully. They only came to the house for meetings, and it was clear that the trio hadn't been invited. It was also clear that Ron was angry about this.
"We've had a meeting," said the excitable Dedalus Diggle.
Kingsley put a hand to his forehead, and rolled his eyes at Dedalus' failed concealment.
Ron gave a snarl, and stormed past the two men. He couldn't believe that Prof. Dumbledore hadn't included him in this meeting, especially at this point, they were getting closer to Ginny. So he thought.
Harry and Hermione mumbled their 'hellos' to Kingsley and Dedalus as they walked past them up the grimy steps towards the woodlice eaten door.
When they got inside, the painting of Sirius Black's mother began screeching. "Blood-traitors!" "Mudblood!" As Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked past. Remus Lupin came from the dining room to hush the old lady up. Ron marched over to him, glaring.
"Why weren't we invited to this meeting, Prof. Lupin!" he shouted over the screams.
"It's not my place to tell you that, Ron!" Lupin yelled. Ron gave a shout of anger and stormed upstairs. Harry yelled a 'hello' to Lupin, and followed Ron.
Hermione was halfway up the stairs, getting aggravated by the screams. "Oh, shut up!" she shouted, stomping upstairs also, leaving Lupin to calm the painting down. Wishing that she wasn't magically stuck to the wall.
"I don't understand why we were not informed of this particular meeting," Harry said, suspiciously. Now away from the infuriating shouts of Mrs. Black, they could think. "And now it is crucial that we attend, I mean Ginny is your sister."
"Yeah, I know," Ron said, angrily. "Probably think I'm going to do something drastic if I hear anymore about her."
"Maybe they think it's for the best, Ron," Hermione said, trying to calm Ron down. "That you should not hear anymore."
"If Charlie was here, he'd make sure he was attending those meetings," Ron said sulkily.
The Extendable Ears were no longer an option, since they had been out-classed by Dumbledore's Imperturbable Charms.
"There is no point on dwelling on it, now, Ron," Hermione said, tired of his sulky behaviour. "You need to stop becoming angry all the time, your sister needs you to be strong, and that's means you need to sort out that temper of yours."
Ron looked down at his hands, feeling stupid. "You're right," he said, resigned.
"OK, don't we have some research that needs to be done?" Harry said as cheerfully as he could muster in such a situation.
A/N: OK, I know there was no Tom/Ginny in this chapter, but you have to have a breath of fresh air now don't you, and I can't exactly stay on them two for the whole story, there wouldn't be any development.
PREVIEW OF CHAP.11 it's called GESTAPO:
Dumbledore reveals the events that brought about Tom's return,and other things.
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"What's wrong, Ginny?" He walked toward me, holding his hand out to grab me. I moved further away.
"I-I don't want to, Tom." I stumbled, but lifted my head and finally faced him.
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"Remind me again why my blood is needed, Hermione?" Ron questioned, squeezing his palm, allowing five droplets of blood to smatter at the bottom of the cauldron.
"How many times!" Hermione said, irritated. "Harry's explained twice already!"
OK, I don't like to do this, but if you want this chapter to see land then I'm going to have to demand at least 6-10 reviews, come on, I'm being generous here. I am very devoted you know. Oh, yeah, next week, updates will be slower as I have to go back to college.