CHAPTER 7 Telling Mrs. Weasley and Ginny's Plan

Today was the day. Today, the teens were going to tell Mrs. Weasley that they were going to go on a mission that she could not know about. They knew she was going to be upset, angry, frustrated, and much more. But, what was she going to do? She was going to try to stop them. But how exactly was she going to do that.

Was she going to lock them in their bedrooms? There were wards to stop appartating and they didn't have any of Fred and George's products. It would be a perfect plan, except for one thing. They have gotten out of sticky situations before. Plus, Mrs. Weasley was too nice and motherly to lock her babies in the house unless it was absolutely nessacery.

It wasn't till around noon that Harry had actually opened his emerald green eyes. He wished he could stay in his warm bed longer, but he knew that he couldn't procrastinate this like his Potions homework. It was time and he knew it. The sooner he started his mission, the sooner Voldemort would lose his power and the fear this world have been living in the past few years would dissolve.

Harry rolled out of the bed and moved toward his best mate. His head had dropped off the pillow and his mouth was wide open. Loud snores emerged from the small mouth as drool dribbled down his chin. His arms were dangling off the end off the bed. His legs were spread apart as he began to roll onto his left side. He looked so peaceful.

Harry shook his friend lightly as he compressed a yawn. Ron didn't stir. Harry shook his mate a little harder. Again, Ron did not react. There could be a nuclear war going on and Ron would be sleeping like a baby.

"Ron," said an aggravated Harry as he shook him even harder. Ron didn't move.

"By the way he sleeps you would think he was dead," thought Harry.

"No. The dead is way easier to wake." Harry sniggered. Then an idea had crept into Harry's evil mind.

"Ron, Hermione wants to see you," Harry whispered in Ron's ear. Suddenly, Ron jumped out of his bed.

"What does she want?" asked Ron anxiously. Ron turned his head toward his best mate and saw him laughing hysterically. His face became red with anger as he grabbed the drool-filled pillow off his pillow. He swung at Harry with all his might. Harry who was too busy laughing did not notice the pillow coming towards him, knocking him to the ground.

"Hey," protested Harry.

"Sorry, mate. You deserved it," replied Ron wide awake.

"Yeah, well, lets get dressed. The girls are bound to up and waiting for us downstairs."

Within five minutes, the two boys were fully dressed and headed down the stairs. As Harry predicted, Hermione and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea and discussing their plans to deal with Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron entered the small kitchen and sat down next to the girls. Ginny greeted her boyfriend with a quick, good morning kiss. Ron tried to hide his disgust but failed horribly.

"Ron, Harry is my boyfriend. We are going to kiss, whether you like it or not."

"I know he's your boyfriend. But please don't kiss him in front of me. It's disgusting."

"You think it was a pretty site seeing my older brother snogging Lavender Brown."

"That was different."

"How so? Please tell."

"Alright, that's enough out of you two," snapped Hermione. She was not a morning person when she stayed up the night before. "We have more important issues to discuss at the moment and we don't need you two bickering like children. You two are almost adults; solve your problems like one."

"Sorry Hermione," replied Ginny slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah," replied Ron.

"No problem. But now onto bigger issues."

"So how are we going to tell her?" asked Harry. He could only think of one way. Harry knew no matter how they told her, she wasn't going to take it well.

"I think we should do it very quickly," suggested Ginny with a worried look on her face. "Short, sweet, and to the point. There is no reason to beat around the bush. "

"Yeah that would be best," added Ron. "But I don't think she'll let me and Ginny go. You two aren't her kids so she doesn't have any control over what you do. But knowing Mum, she won't let any one of us go and have the Order tail us everywhere we go."

"True," replied Hermione.

Just then Mrs. Weasley appeared at the doorway, fully dressed. "Good morning, dearies."

"Morning," replied the four teens.

Mrs. Weasley walked toward the stove and conjured some supplies to make sandwiches. "Lunch will be ready in about a half an hour."

Time was up. "Mrs. Weasley, we have to tell you something," said Harry with a little apprehension in his voice. She looked up at him with concern.

"What is Harry, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked nervously. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Harry took a deep breathe. "Mrs. Weasley, before Professor Dumbledore died he gave me a mission," Mrs. Weasley's smile disappeared and it turned into a frown.

"What kind of mission?"

"I can't tell you."

"What do you mean you can't tell me?" She was getting frustrated. Mrs. Weasley couldn't stand when her children kept secrets from her.

"Professor Dumbledore made me swear not to tell anyone but Ron and Hermione."

"But he's dead now. You can tell me."

"I'm sorry, I can't. But I have to go on it soon and I can't tell you where I'm going."

"WHAT? Of course you can't go, Harry. You're still a child and you can't go by yourself."

"He's not going by himself," interrupted Ron. "Hermione, Ginny, and I are going with him."

"Oh , no you're not. You are still children. You are not to leave this house without an adult with you."

"We are not children, Mum!" yelled Ginny outraged. "And you can't stop us. We need to do this, and we will whether you approve or not."

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady. You are to do what I say. You are not to leave this house to do this mission. It's obviously too dangerous if you can't even tell me what you are planning to do. End of discussion."

Mrs. Weasley slammed a large plate with grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches of the table. "Lunch is ready." She stormed out of the room and marched up the stairs.

How could her children actually try to pull that little stunt? They weren't even going to tell where or what they were planning to do. And they expected her approval. They were still children.

"They aren't children any more," said a voice in her head. "They are teenagers. Ginny is turning 16. Ron and Harry are 17. While Hermione is turning 18 in September."

"They still are my babies," replied a concerned voice.

"They are not babies any more. They are adults." She knew that this voice was right, but she wouldn't listen to it.

Molly Weasley slammed her bedroom door and sat on the bed next to her husband. Tears fell as she realized her babies weren't babies any more. Arthur tried to ask his wife what was wrong, but she ignored as she continued to cry.

Meanwhile, In the kitchen………

"What are we going to do?" asked Hermione as she slumped into a chair. She felt bad for making Mrs. Weasley yell at them and wasn't in the mood to eat.

"I don't know," replied Harry. He didn't fell like eating either. In fact, no one did. Harry hated to upset the one person who was the like a mother to him.

"I have an idea," said Ginny in a small voice. They all turned to her, intrigued.

"We can't do that, Ginny! They'll worry about us," stated Hermione. "Look at all they've done for us. It would be disrespectful."

"Hermione, if we don't do this, then we might be stuck in this house, with Voldemort killing more innocent people," replied Ginny. "The whole wizarding world depends on our mission. We need to finish it as fast as we can. No matter what. I don't like this plan much either, but it's all we got."

"But still it's inconsiderate."

"Hermione, I think we should consider Ginny's idea. We don't have any other plans. It's not the best and I know it's rude, but we've got to do what we've got to do," added Harry. "They'll understand when the time comes."

"I agree with Harry. We should do Ginny's plan or at least consider it until we come up with a better one," Ron replied.

"Alright, we can consider it. After a week, if we don't come up with any better ideas, we'll do it," said Harry. They all agreed. Hermione was reluctant, but decided it was best. She wasn't the brightest witch of her age for no reason. She would attempt to find a better plan, even if it killed her.

A week had passed since the pact. While all four of them had tried to think of new plans, none came. They decided that Ginny's was the only one that was suitable, even though they knew how much pain it would cause Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. But what else could they do?

Mrs. Weasley had watched them like a hawk. They couldn't do or say anything without her knowing. Mr. Weasley still did not know what was going on. He tried to get answers but no one would budge.

It wasn't worth all the effort, especially since work was very busy and spent most of his time there. Now, there had been more attacks were occurring. Innocent Muggles were being tortured and killed everyday by Death Eaters. Everywhere you turned, a Dark Mark was floating on top of a house. All you could do was pray when you came home, that you didn't see the evil sign above your home.

"So, I guess we're doing my plan?" asked Ginny as she leaned on a large tree near the lake. She was very tired. The night before she tried to stay up and think of a new plan, but failed miserably.

"Yeah," responded Harry. "It's our only option. I really don't want to but we don't have a choice." Harry hated this plan very much, but as he said, they didn't have a choice. It was either this or stay in the house and be found by Voldemort and get killed before killing him. This was their only option.

" We better do it tomorrow. It'll give us more time. The sooner we do this the better. Mum is still pissed off at us for even mentioning it," said Ron.

"Not to mention she won't even leave us alone for two seconds," replied Hermione.

They all agreed and decided they should head in early. They knew they wouldn't even sleep, no matter how hard they tried. It was too nerve racking. But as butterflies the size of tennis balls flew in their stomach, they knew deep down, that this was the only option.

"Come on, we've got a lot of packing to do," said Hermione with a grim look. All them got up from the warm ground and head towards the house. Packing would only make this harder, but it was necessary.

Mrs. Weasley was the first one to wake up that morning, as usually. She got dressed and headed down to the kitchen. She was about to start making breakfast of toast and eggs, when she saw a small note on the fridge.

Dear Mum (Mrs. Weasley),
We're sorry you had to find out this way, but we have left to do our mission. As we said, we can't tell you what it is, but it's very important. You'll understand in time. We'll contact you as soon as we can and we love you. Don't try looking for us. We don't want to be found. Sorry. We would never want to hurt you but this is the only way we could think of.

Love,
Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry

She looked as if she was about to faint. Her skin was pale and her eyes widened. No, this can't be possible. This is fake. It's just a joke. They are still sound asleep in their beds.

"ARTHUR!" Mrs. Weasley yelled as she ran up the stairs. Both their rooms were empty. The note was the truth. How could she let them leave the house without her knowing? "ARTHUR!"

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