In the dining room was a few of the order members chattering happily amongst themselves. The people in the room were people that the children knew all to well, from madam Pomfrey to Mcgonagall to Snape and so on and so forth. They were all sitting around the table, laughter floating around the room as if they weren't discussing a fast approaching war only a few hours ago. This friendly atmosphere proved that even in the darkest of time, they could still have a good laugh with close friends and family.

As dinner dragged on, the children shared knowing glances with each other as silence washed over them. The adults around the table seem to take notice of the children's quiet behaviour, they cast their curious eyes over the children who avoided eye contact at all cost, acting as if they are all about to do something they might regret.

Professor Mcgonagall, eyed the children before she broke their silent state, " Well it seem the children have finally lost it..."

"They haven't lost it," Mad-eye Moody said, he took a swag at the silver bottle filled with fire whiskey that he claimed was non-alcoholic. "There plotting."

" Oh don't be ridiculous," Mrs Weasley scolded, she place down her eating utensils and turned her head towards the children. "Children what's going on?"

The twins held up the photograph that they found only moments ago before looking at Ginny, silently asking her to answer they mother concerned question.

Ginny let out an annoying sigh, "Who is Adelaide and Mary?"

A deadly silence filled the room, the nervous glances shared between the adults made the children curiosity grow.

"Should we tell them?" Mrs Weasley whispered to the other adults, the children could hear from shaking in her voice that this might have been a touchy subject to her.

"I think we should," Professor Dumbledore replied, the twinkle in his blue eyes slowly fading and his voice laced with grief.

He cleared his throat before given the curious children a smile that barely reached his eyes, "They were your sisters Miss Weasley."

"Were?" Ron questioned the old headmaster, his eyes running along the table as he look at the quiet adult.

He saw his father place a comforting hand on his mother shoulders making him feel regret asking the question, but they had to know.

"Yes or well..." Professor stumbled over his words, "We don't know if they are alive or not."

The women who knew the eldest Weasley girl bit back their tears and the men stayed silent, even Professor Snape turned his head to avoid any and all eye contact from the children.

"But you never bothered to tell us about our sisters that may or may not be alive," Ron mumbled, he earned a bump on his shoulder from Rose next to him. "Why?"

"We didn't want you to feel the loss of siblings that you could hardly if not remember at all," Mr Weasley said, his sad eyes fixed on the frowning twins sitting across from him.

"No," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stood up from the table, earning the attention from everyone in the room. "You just didn't want to remember them."

"Miss Weasley," Professor Mcgonagall scolded, but Ginny was having nothing of it as she stormed out of the room.

Rose shot up from her seat and followed after the gingered haired girl before anyone else could comment on Ginny's action.

The Weasley twins shared a worried look, "What happened to them?"

"That's a long story," Professor Dumbledore replied, his eyes clouded with horrible memories of the past and warnings that he should have listened to.

"We have all the time in the world," Fred said, he leaned back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest.

"So start talking," George said mirroring his brother's sitting position.

The determination written all over their faces made Professor glance over at their parents silently asking if he could tell them. Mr and Mrs Weasley gave the nod of approval.

"Perhaps we should all move to the living room to discuss this." Dumbledore suggested, he stood up and slowly made his way out of the room.

The people around the table stood up and followed the headmaster, memories of the two girls, especially of the eldest Adelaide, floated through the adults minds as they all got comfortable in the living room.

Hermione rushed upstairs to get Ginny and Rose, before joining the rest of the order in the living room. Ginny keeping her distance from her parents, anger and sadness in her eyes.