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A VERY short chapter. But I thought that it'll be better if it stands alone.
A week has passed since Bill and Charlie's visit to me. We decided that I'll come on Saturday. We agreed that there was no point in talking to Dad during the week. I think about Dumbledore's death. If he was alive everything would have been different, much simpler. But he is dead and there is no point in trying to convince anyone in anything.
Just as I think about that I see an owl in front of my window. It's obviously one of the school owls. What Hell..! I let the owl in and take the letter.
Mister Weasley,
I would like to see as soon as possible. If it's not inconvenient for you, please, come to Hogwarts, Headmaster/s office, at 11 a.m. You may use the Floo. Password for the fireplace is "Study for life". It's urgent.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.
I frown. If that's what I am thinking about… I look at my watch. It's fifteen past ten. I'd better get going soon.
I come out of the fireplace exactly at 11 a.m.
"Mr. Weasley! Always perfectly in time! I am very glad that you came, - professor McGonagall says looking at me from her desk. – Take a sit please".
"Two days ago I received a letter addressed to me. From professor Dumbledore. It states a lot of things. Among them there was this", -with these words she gives me a sheet of paper, probably charmed so that I could see only certain lines of the letter.
Please, Minerva, apologise to Percy and all the Weasleys. They must know that Percy was spying on Rufus for me since September. I am sorry that I had to lie them all about Percy. I hope that Percy will forgive me and find strength to tell his family everything.
"Is that true Mr. Weasley?" – asks professor McGonagall.
I nod. I suddenly can't talk. So, now I can tell the truth with being afraid that there is no proof for that.
"We'll need to discuss it during the Order meeting, Mr. Wesley", - she states.
"Really? May be not? I don't think my family needs to know that", - I ask hesitantly.
"Of course they MUST know that, Mr. Weasley", - she states in a tone that excludes any possibility of an argument
"Is it at Grimmauld place? Or somewhere else?" – I inquire with a sight..
"Yes, it's there, - she answers. – You do know then..".
"Order Headquarters? Yes. I definitely do", - I smile.
I can only hope that I'll find a way to explain this "why" and the difference between Ron's fifth and sixth year for me.
"We'll meet a six then, Mr. Weasley", - McGonagall tells me.