Chapter 8
"You know Harry, if you're going to try and pretend that you're asleep, you may want to take off your glasses as well," Harry heard Ginny say as she giggled and sat on his bed.
Harry sat up and grinned, already feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. Hermione sat on Ron's bed and began talking immediately,
"Isn't this terrible? He must be getting very powerful if he's making public attacks in Diagon Alley!"
"He's powerful whether he's attacking Muggles or not," Harry said softly.
A long silence followed this comment, as they were all thinking about the Voldermort came back to power. Thanks to The Quibbler, Harry's friends now knew what had happened, so they never asked him about it, and avoided talking about it at all.
"Well then, as soon as school begins again, we'll have to start the D.A. again, although I think a lot more people will want to join now that Voldermort's back, and I reckon the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will help out," Ginny said after several minutes of awkward silence.
"Do you know who's teaching it this year?" Harry asked, relieved for the change of subject.
"Well, no one had come right out and said it, but some members from the Order have been dropping hints like mad that one of them is going to teach it," Ron said.
Over the next few hours they discussed spells to try when the D.A. was back up, who they thought would teach DADA, and other things until they had talked until past four and the sky began to lighten.
Hermione nudged Ginny and the girls crept back to their room as the boys once again crawled under the blankets, this time, falling asleep quickly.
In the girl's room, Hermione murmured to Ginny, "I love your brother you know."
Ginny laughed and replied, "I know. The fact you two argue like an old married couple kind of gave it away."
Hermione tossed a pillow at her head and they both lay back down and fell asleep quickly.
The boys awoke at 8 with a loud banging on the door, accompanied with the cries of Mrs. Weasley for them to rise. Ron and Harry crawled out of their beds bleary-eyed and they went downstairs and sank into their chairs, still yawning widely and rubbing their eyes. The girls came in a short while later, doing the same.
"Up late talking you four?" Mr. Weasley asked as he sat down, but quietly enough so that his wife would not hear him.
"I suppose so," Hermione said smiling.
They all ate breakfast quickly and headed upstairs where they washed, changed, and started playing Gobstones, when they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek from the kitchen.