Disclaimer: I dont own, dont sue. Part from the story line...
Recap:
Its been a couple hours since I returned home and my father is back now. Alls quiet in the manor and I just received a message from Dumbledore asking me to meet him and the rest of the Order tomorrow to inform them of everything that happened. I'm dreading it because I'll have to tell him about her, and I don't think I can…
Becoming Undone
Chapter 3
I know it's been awhile but I've been busy. Revelations and all. I think its best if I start from the beginning, well where I left of…My meeting with Dumbledore.
It didn't really hit me until I floo'ed into Grimmauld the next day. Let me give you something to think about yeah? If shes working for Dumbledore its ok right? But I'm scared for her, however, if shes really working for Voldemort then…my games up, Potty head will die trying to kill Voldy and the world as we know it, will be twice as doomed. Have I ever mention before that life really and truly sucks?
So there I was sat in the kitchen slash meeting room thinking I'm doomed like this world, when she just strolls into there followed by the others. She sat opposite me and I became fearful for her, for this world. Not that I care much but anyway…
Dumbledore sat there talking and then it was time for Snape, Iain (the Scottish Auror/spy for Dumbledore) and I to give our reports. I was definitely anxious a bit nervous but more or less anxious. I wanted this over, I didn't want to say her name. Snape and Iain had finished and were looking at me in anticipation as were the rest of the order. She was looking at me her face devoid of emotion, and Dumbledore with his calm and coolness just radiating of him. All of this just unsettled me.
I took a deep breath, looked straight at her with my piercing gaze and said clear enough for everyone to hear, the one thing that broke my already broken heart…
"There's a traitor in our midst."
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Dumbledore cleared out the room and left were us three. He told me that no she's not a traitor but a spy. A spy working for the order since the tender age of 12…her first year, the year that the chamber was opened. She showed me her mark on her arm and I realised that I have never saw her with short sleeves or short skirts. The oddest thing is when she lifted her sleeve to show the mark, she lifted it with pride. When I questioned her about it she replied-
"Its one of the best things I have ever done"
"What receive a badly done tattoo?"
"Become a spy." She spoke with a smile evident.
I wanted to ask more but before I could even get another syllable out of my mouth she got up and headed for the door. I wanted to call out to her, but as if she read my mind (I'm kind of thinking she did) she turned around and spoke softly but clearly,
"I should see you tonight, and you should really be going now or else you wont have time to stand in-front of the mirror and goggle at yourself."
With a blink of my extremely fast eye she was gone.
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I know she holds some sort of secret, I want to know what.
Through out the meeting I did notice that she kept on touching her leg or she would touch her shoulder and she would show some sort of discomfort, but within let say five seconds her face would show no emotion. It would have been as if I had imagined it.
Ginevra Weasley is a secret. A secret I will travel to all lengths to find out.
I know this is short...but i'm kind of stuck...I know where thisis going but i'm losing my drive!...On top of all thatI have a bad case of writers block. The Doc has no cure, he said the only thing that will make me better...is reviews...so help me please!