"Jenny!" Mrs. Weasley rushed to hug me, "you had me so worried!"

"I'm fine, I promise," I hugged her back, but stood aside so she could see Harry.

"Harry, dear!" she switched gears immediately. I smiled as she tried to tame his hair lovingly before sending him upstairs and going into a room down the hall. I glanced up the stairs to see Harry was already inside a room. I looked down the hall to where Mrs. Weasley had disappeared, wondering if I should follow.

"Jenny," Sirius smiled breezily and outstretched his arms.

"Sirius!" I hugged him, thankful for his security.

"I'm guessing you have some questions for me?" he asked. I nodded feverishly in reply. He smiled and we walked down the hall.

"Sirius, did you, by any chance, know my parents?"

"Ah," he stopped and fished around in his robes for a few moments, before pulling out a piece of parchment.

"What's this?" I unfolded it to see a picture of maybe thirty people.

"This is the original Order of the Phoenix. That's Karen, right there," he pointed at a thin woman with large brown curls, "and right there is your mum"

"She's beautiful," I ran my fingers over the page, "I wish I was more like her"

"You are like your mother. So much," he smiled at me, as if he was reminiscing a memory with her.

"How?" I looked down at her, the face of an angel gazing back at me.

"Michelle had more heart than anyone I knew"

"Knew?"

He smiled, "you have your mother's heart"

I felt like crying. Sirius had given me the most important information I had about my mom. Being told I was so much like her was like being compared to the person you idolize the most, only, better. Much better.

"Is that-" I pointed to a younger version of Sirius.

"That's me. The man next to me is James, Harry's father"

"Then his mother-"

"Lily Potter"

"He looks so much like James," I smiled. Harry's father…

"Come on, let's go back for dinner. I bet you're dying to see your family, aren't you?"

Family. I cracked a smile when I saw the table full of familiar redheads welcome me.

"Jenny!" Ginny leapt to her feet and hugged me, "you had me so worried!"

"Are you alright? Harry told me you hit your head during the attack," Hermione examined my head in a motherly fashion. I didn't want anyone making a fuss over me, though it felt nice to know they cared so much. Though I didn't expect any of the boys to fuss over me, I was glad to see them smiling up at me.

I smiled sheepishly, "I'm fine, really"

Before long, the topic switched to Harry and then to Voldemort, by default.

"We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again. He's been recruiting a huge amount of wizards. We believe Voldemort may be after something-"

"Sirius," Professor Moody warned. I looked up at him, then back to Sirius, eager to hear what he was going to say.

"Something he didn't have before," he said carefully, shifting his gaze to me.

"Stop it! Stop it! They're just children-"

"They? Is there something I should know?" I looked at Mrs. Weasley and Sirius defensively. I thought we were talking about Harry! Were they keeping something from me?

"That's enough for tonight. You need to rest up for tomorrow. Off to bed- both of you!"

"Both of us?" I asked myself once we were out of the dining room and starting down the hall.

"That's right-" the twins popped up on either side of me.

"Dumbledore wants you-"

"-to be a witness"

"Are you two ready yet?" Mr. Weasley called from downstairs. He had told us we were supposed to dress up for the hearing, you know, to make a good impression. I was wearing a simple dress, flowing silkily down to my knees. I bit my lip nervously. Was it enough? Was it too much? I think I need some water.

I hurried towards the door, yanking it open. I was surprised to see Harry standing there in a pressed suit staring back at me.

"Good morning," I blinked back to reality, forgetting what I had been worried about completely.

"Uh… I…"

"We need to get there early, I still have to work" Mr. Weasley called from downstairs.

"Oh! The hearing!" I gasped, yanking Harry down the hall. We hurried to Mr. Weasley's car and drove to the Ministry. I curled my fingers around the hem of my dress, twirling them nervously as I watched buildings pass. I followed Mr. Weasley to his office in silence, too anxious to speak. When we got there we sat down on a couple of thinly cushioned chairs.

"I've got to run these to a few people. I'll be back well before the hearing, don't worry," he smiled reassuringly at me. Am I that transparent? I looked over at Harry for confirmation, only to see he hadn't tidied his hair. I ran my fingers through it, trying to make it look combed. When I was done, I sat back and frowned.

"Don't tell me it's not neat enough," he protested, masochistically amused by my anxiety.

"No, it's good. I just like it messy-" I stopped myself there, turning to face the door. A man barged in, out of breath from physical strain.

"Mr. Potter… the hearing… changed…" was all I caught between his raspy breaths.

"When is it?" Harry asked.

"Five… five minutes"