Harry trudged up stairs to Percy's room. For the time being, it was his room, but there was a few things he had changed to the hospital-like bedroom. Clothes were now in their proper place, the floor, of course. He wasn't sure if Perfect Prefect Percy would approve, but who really cared?
He heard from down the hall Hermione and Ron talking and giggling. Harry shook his head, again thinking about Ginny.
Should he send her a letter? What would he say? 'Sorry I've been ignoring your existence, but I'm really busy now.' Pathetic. He slammed the door with more force than what was probably needed, and sat on the bed.
Alright, I will. He went to Percy's desk and grabbed some ink and parchment from the drawers. Quills, quills, where are the quills? He searched some more and, still tense, pulled the bottom drawer right out of the desk.
Oh, brother, he thought, carefully picking it back up, but something fell out. Harry picked up a thin piece of black-painted wood, and realized it was a false bottom to the drawer. He looked back in the drawer, and found piles of paper, all face down.
Harry slowly picked them up, forgeting the quills and the letter completely.
He glanced at the first letter.
'Dear dear Penelope,
I believe that I know what the Order is doing now. They seem to be following that Potter boy and his little Longbottom friend, and they're always talking about some location in the sun.
Soon, our plan will be ready to put in effect. Don't worry, I'm being very subtle, they have no idea about my being a professor, and my family has all but forgotten me.
Soon, my love, soon we will bring absolute power back to the Ministry.
Still dreaming of you,
Percy'
Harry dropped the letter in surprise. Then he looked around hastily.
Percy has been here recently, and with the Ministry on his side...Harry couldn't finish the thought.
Harry bolted out of the room, eager to tell Ron and Hermione what their favorite Weasley sibling was up to.
On his way down the hall, he felt his heart pound uncontrollably in his chest. He stopped in the middle of the passageway. What in the world? he thought. The three had been through much these past months, why was he so tense now, at this particular moment?
Then he knew why, and continued running.