I am most dreadfully sorry for the over-three-month wait. But I have been so busy you can't even begin to imagine it. But now, things are starting to die down, and I can write again. Plus, it's the Spring Break. That means that there's more time to write!
Before I forget, I am thinking of starting another story once I finish this one, in the LOTR section. But to avoid the long wait between updates, I will finish the story completely before I actually put it up. I've actually already written some parts.
And thanks SO much for all of the amazing reviews! Still no flames, and that makes me happy. (I'm on sugar high as well, that might be another part. I had the leftover meringues from our Passover Sedar last night for breakfast.)
And now I'm just wasting space, so on with the chapter.
"Come in." Dumbledore's voice was as calm as ever, though if the children were to pay closer attention, they would have noticed that he sounded more tired than normal. As it was, they were too impatient to see him to notice.
Slowly, Harry pushed open the door, and he, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and the twins filed into the room. If Dumbledore was surprised to see them, he didn't show it; merely looking up from his paperwork and raising his eyebrows.
"Yes? What can I do for you? I was rather hoping someone would come in here, this paperwork is less interesting than anything you could have to say to me, I'm sure. Lemon Drop?"
Everyone shook their heads, except for Fred and George, who had wanted some for a new product they were making, and had not been able to get them. When Dumbledore wasn't looking, they slipped them into their pockets.
"Now, what is the problem?" Dumbledore asked, placing his arms on the desk and leaning forward.
The kids all looked to Harry, who, just at that moment, had elected spokesperson (without his consent). Seeing all the faces turned to him, Harry sighed, looked down, then spoke.
"We've, umm, well, you see, accidentally overheard that we should be suspicious about us going back to the Burrow, and that there is something we shouldn't know. So, you see, because we heard that, even if we weren't suspicious then, we are now, and we figured you would be the best one to tell us about it." He left out the part about listening in on the Order meeting if Dumbledore didn't tell.
"I see. Well, I am afraid that I do not have the permission to tell you that."
"But you're the head of the Order! Surely you can tell us something." Hermione pleaded, looking quite desperate, like she had just discovered that Dumbledore had the only copy in the world left of Hogwarts: A History, and Dumbledore didn't want to give it to her.
"I am afraid not, Miss Granger. It is a personal matter for someone else. When they are here, we will see about telling you what is going on. I'm sorry that I can't have been more help. Good day." It was a clear dismissal.
Dejectedly, the students filed out of the office. On the way down from the traveling stairs, Harry remarked,
"I wonder who "they" is. Or are. He didn't say any names."
"Well, whoever it was, must be in the Order, because this whole thing has to do with it." Ginny pointed out.
"Now we just have to narrow down the suspects."
Sorry that this chapter is really short and all, but you know, I haven't updated since January, and I promised myself that I'd update by Monday, and it's Sunday night. Hopefully I can get another chapter up pretty soon. Sorry about the lack of action.
Oh and I must say, that I almost started jumping up and down when Kurinoone reviewed for last chapter. She is one of my favorite authors on FF, and I look up to her because of her amazing writing. If you haven't read her fics, you should.
So, once again, I'm sorry for this awful chapter, but hopefully I can get out some more soon that's better.