That night, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny were facing the fireplace in the heads office. Harry took a pinch of floo powder and soon he had successfully arrived to the order. Standing by the cauldron was Mrs Weasley. She beamed as they entered the kitchen and brushed dust off their robes.
"You're just on time for dinner. The others haven't arrived yet, but they'll be here soon."
"Who's coming?" Ron asked.
"Fred and George will be here, they're coming from the joke shop, they had some orders and so they might be late. Arthur will be here to… oh look here is comes…"
Mr Weasley and Lupin came into the kitchen and embraced his wife.
"Mad-eye will be here soon, Molly. So, make sure you have enough food."
When everyone had arrived, the table was completely full and everyone was tucking into the delicious bread pudding Mrs Weasley had prepared. To Harry's right, Moody was discussing Voldermort's whereabouts and Hermione and Ron were conversing in whispers. Fred and George were talking about share prices rising and their joke shop…. Mundungus was still supplying them with ingredients for the many inventions the twins were planning.
Harry broke the low murmur and interrupted loudly,
"What's the urgent news you wanted to tell me about?"
Lupin looked up from his plate of chicken and carrots in mild surprise and coughed loudly.
" I have decided to tell you something, I have not been wishing you to know…." He stopped suddenly and everyone stared at him… waiting, anticipating.