Author's Note: Hey. Sorry it's been so long, but I had a basketball tournament and then right after that I had to go straight to a funeral in Canada and I just got back, so don't be too harsh on me. Also on my birthday I was gone. Don't be too harsh.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Came a very loud voice from right near Harry's head.
Harry opened his eyes and blearily peered around the room. He saw Ron-he could only tell it was him because of the red hair-standing right above his head. Harry reached to the nightstand and put his glasses on.
"What's going on?" he said.
"You're bloody sleeping with my sister and you ask me what's wrong? I'll kill you!"
Harry glanced next to him and saw Ginny sleeping. "Um Ron. We didn't like-"
"Shut up! I am so sick of this crap! Everyone lets you get away with anything, because you're the famous Harry Potter. Well I'm not going to bow down and treat you like a saint. You make me sick."
"What the heck?" Ginny sat up in bed and took in the situation pretty fast. "Ron, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.
"I'm trying to tell him that we didn't even do anything, but he is not listening very well." Harry glared right back at Ron.
Ginny slapped her forehead. "Ron if you don't get out right now I will hex you into oblivion," said Ginny.
Ron looked at the two of them. "I should tell mother about this." He stuck his nose up in the air.
"You wouldn't dare! If you don't leave now, you will seriously regret it."
Ron looked at Ginny intently and then over to Harry. "Well if you two are going to act like this I refuse to talk to either of you." He turned around to leave, but Ginny cut him off. She was now standing behind him.
"It's not like you and Hermione are just sitting there holding hands. Last week I woke up and you weren't home. Hmm…. I wonder where you could have gone," said Ginny sarcastically.
"That's none of your bloody business so just stay out of it!" bellowed Ron. He stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
Ginny sank back onto the bed next to Harry. She put her head on his chest. "I cannot believe him. He is so stubborn. He won't even listen to me!"
Harry stroked her hair. "He's only trying to look out for you," he said trying to be fair.
Ginny sat up. "Don't you go sticking up for him just because he's your best mate. It's none of his business, and you know it. Besides, he's gone even farther with Hermione."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I really did not need to know that."
"Why? Jealous?" asked Ginny.
"Maybe a little, but mostly just because it's gross thinking about my two best mates going at it." Harry made a face just at the thought of it.
Ginny giggled. "Oh well. Ron can stay mad about it as long as he wants. I'll talk to Hermione about it. Maybe she can talk some sense into the poor boy."
Harry laughed. "Well, I'm going to head down to breakfast while you two have your little talk."
Ginny stood up and headed up to Ron's room where she knew she would find Hermione. She paused at the door. She was a little bit afraid of what she would find inside. She knocked. She could hear someone thumping on the floor inside. Ginny hesitantly turned the knob.
She shrieked. Ron was on top of Hermione in the middle of their floor. They broke apart hearing Ginny.
Ron's face turned into a cloud of anger. "I thought I told you to stay away from me!"
Ginny ignored him and turned to Hermione. "Hey, I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute."
Hermione looked anxiously at Ron, but he was avoiding her eyes, so she turned back to Ginny and shrugged. "I don't see why not."
Once Ginny and Hermione were in Ginny's room with the door shut Ginny turned to Hermione. "Is something…. wrong with Ron? He's acting very strange lately."
Hermione looked at the floor. "Well-um- you see we were talking together and he asked me if I-if I-erm…. Well, he told me he loved me. I told him that I really liked him, but I just needed a little more time. He got upset about that.
Then the next day we were supposed to go on a date, but I canceled because I was worried about Harry after he got back from his aunt and uncles. Ron wanted to know why, and I stupidly told him that it was because I cared about Harry, and after the night before he just took it the wrong way. I only meant that I care for Harry as a brother, but he wouldn't hear it. Ever since then he's been acting moody. He wasn't talking to me until this morning, and you saw what happened."
Ginny sat on her bed thinking. "He's always trying to compete with Harry but I don't see why he would get so mad about it this morning."
"Well, if he always is trying to compete with Harry then if he came in this morning and saw you two together maybe he…. maybe he just got jealous."
"Well could you talk to him about leaving me and Harry alone. We're on the same side as him, but he's making it difficult."
"Well, I can try but I can't promise that it will work."
All of a sudden they heard a shrill shriek from downstairs. "Mom!" shouted Ginny. Her and Hermione sprinted out of her bedroom and down the stairs. In the kitchen was a pale white Mrs. Weasley pointing at something that sat on the table. It was a jet-black bird.
Ginny gasped. Harry and Ron came running down a second later. Ginny barely noticed them. She grabbed the letter from the bird. She opened it and read it out loud.
Molly Weasley,
I am very sorry to inform you that your sons, Fred and George, have been captured. There was a fight in Diagon Alley and death eaters took them. We will do everything we can to find them, but we do not have high hopes.
Sincerely,
The Ministry of Magic
Ginny dropped the letter onto the table. Mrs. Weasley sank into a chair and began sobbing loudly. Ron just stood there dumbly. Harry helped Ginny to the couch and sat down besides her.
Hermione's eyes were welling up with tears. There was a loud pop and Mr. Weasley appeared. He looked tired and shabby. He looked up in shock.
"Molly! Molly, what is it? What's happened?"
"It's-it's Fred and George! They've been captured." She started wailing again. Mr. Weasley stared at her in shock.
There was a knock on the door. Harry looked around. Nobody was moving. The person knocked even louder. Harry walked over to the door and swung it open.
"Lupin!"
"Hello, Harry," he said looking up with sad eyes. "I heard what happened. I just had to stop by and give you this letter. I have no idea what it is. Tell Molly and Arthur that I'm very sorry and we'll do everything we can."
Harry nodded, taking the envelope. He shut the door and walked back into the kitchen. He sat down next to Ginny.
He saw Hermione staring at him. He ignored her and put his arms around Ginny. "What's in the letter?" stammered Ginny.
Harry could see how hard she was trying not to cry, so he tried to distract her. He shrugged. He slid it open and took the note out. It was short and simple.
Meet me by the entrance to Knockturn Alley. I have something you want. Come alone.
T.M.R.