"Draco? Speak to me. Say something."

Ginny crouched down next to Draco, who appeared totally baffled.

"Tom and Jerry, television, owls, flying, who're you?"

Draco's voice was slurred, and he wasn't making any sense.

"OK, what are those wards set to do? You've turned him into a babbling idiot!"

Ginny stood up, spun round and faced the rest of the Order. (Apart from those who were perhaps cautious, or perhaps just scared, who had already run for cover.)

"Ginny, before you start accusing us of anything, remember those wards are supposed to protect us from Death Eaters. It clearly works."

Hermione, who had designed, created and put the wards in place, was quick to defend herself.

"And he was supposed to stay in Grimmauld Place, not try to find us. So really it serves him right."

Ron never could resist a dig at Draco.

That was more than Ginny could take. She fired one of her infamous Bat Bogey Hexes at Ron, then she and Hermione carried Draco to a spare bed.

"Is there a countercurse or something?"

"I'm sorry, Ginny. We're just going to have to wait for the effects to wear off."

"How long is that going to take?"

"To be perfectly honest, I don't know. It might be a couple of hours, it might be a couple of days. Looks like we're finding out the hard way."

Ginny sighed.

"I know it was for our protection and everything, Hermione, but next time you invent a curse, make sure you know how to reverse it."

"I'm sorry, Ginny, but you know this wasn't supposed to happen."

"I know, Hermione. I know."

………………

By the time everyone had gathered together for another meeting, Draco was still confused, Ron was red in the face after dealing with Ginny's hex, and Ginny herself was furious. Not at Hermione, for causing the wards to act as they did; or at Draco, for disobeying orders; but at Ron, who had no sympathy whatsoever and seemed to be taking every opportunity to comment on the situation. He found it all incredibly funny, much to Ginny's disgust.

"Sit down and shut up, all of you!"

Harry had clearly had enough.

"Ron, you're not helping matters, so stop with the comments. No, Ginny, you can't hex him again. We don't need our own side fighting each other."

The two Weasleys sat down, stopped screaming at each other and resorted to glowering across the table instead.

"Now, we've found where Voldemort is hiding. We've taken out a lot of his Death Eaters. What next?"

Luna was apparently as fed up as everyone else of being cooped up in their hideout, which was surprising as she was the only one who hadn't complained about it.

"Do we storm his lair?"

"That, Luna, is exactly what I was going to say. When do you all think would be our best opportunity?"

Harry was impressed. It wasn't often Luna actually participated in these meetings.

After much discussion (which provided an opportunity for Ron and Ginny to start arguing again), it was decided that the next night would be best – Voldemort wouldn't be expecting a direct attack after dark, so they should have the element of surprise.

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