Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. Sadly.

Everything went according to plan at the Burrow. At breakfast, a beautiful snowy owl flew in through the window with a very long letter in her claws. Ron immediately excused himself, and walked up to the neat room of Percival Weasley, who had already eaten and opened his room to let his younger siblings in.

They all gathered around Ron as he unfolded and smoothed out the parchment on which the untidy scrawl of Harry Potter was clearly visible. Percy took the letter from him and began to read it out loud after putting up privacy wards.

Dear Ron, Ginny, Percy, Gred and Forge,

Things are going as well as can be expected. Vernon has gone on a long business trip and the house is abnormally quiet. Not that I'm complaining.

Aunt Petunia and Dudley are acting rather strange though. Dudley, instead of rushing around with his gang of hooligans and beating up ten-year-olds, or watching television and munching junk food the whole day, just stays in his room and had cereal for breakfast! He also kept sending me weird looks. By weird, I mean weird for him. Sort of thoughtful looks really. I didn't know he could think. Seems to hurt him.

Aunt Petunia… well she's acting even stranger. Keeps giving me… well… concerned looks, the ones she generally reserves for Dudley when he injures himself. Well, a lot less sappy but still. It's not actually all that new to me- when I was younger and Vernon was out, she would give me eggs and bacon, or bread with cheese and tell me to eat up quickly while doing the chores meant for me. When he came back, she would act as though it never happened and behave harshly again. But whenever she did that I would call her Aunt Tuney. I'm beginning to consider calling her that again, especially after she signed that card. Vernon would have burst a vein.

On another and hopefully better note, there are lots of books I found on the subject of runes, but most muggles just see them as mythical or supernatural stuff that don't work, but they're there all the same. I will be sending a letter to Hermione as well this morning, so Hedwig will deliver it to her first, before going to you. Just feed her and let her rest for the rest of the day and night and send the letters off with her in the morning. Give the same instructions to your brothers.

There's another thing I need to know. Can you please tell me everything you've heard of and know from the first wizarding war? It's just… something keeps nagging at me about getting the details but I can't think what. Call it intuition if you would but the feeling is there.

Well, Hedwig is getting impatient so I'll end this letter here,

All the best,

Harry

Percy frowned while folding up the letter. "So you weren't exaggerating about the 'bars on the windows' thing last year, were you?"

The twins and Ron looked affronted. "Of course we weren't!"

Percy nodded, still frowning. "We'll talk about this later. Fred, George?"

Fred and George looked at each other before nodding and getting up.

George said cheerfully," Well, folks, it's time for the big explosion!"

Fred added," Cover your ears, and scoot!"

They disappeared into their rooms. The other siblings gave each other alarmed looks before hurrying downstairs and informing a suspicious Mrs. Weasley that they were heading to the village library. Before she could question them, however, there was a loud 'BANG' that shook the house.

"What in the name of Merlin? FRED! GEORGE!"

"Now!" whispered Ginny, quickly unlocking the door and slipping out, followed quietly by the others.

They had been in the library for half an hour, and their table was now full of books that Percy was trying to sort out. Ron yawned.

"I'm hungry"

Percy just nodded. He was surprised it wasn't sooner. He started to sort the books out faster and gestured for his brother and sister to help him, which they did, Ron grumbling under his breath. As they sorted, he found his mind wandering to the possession of his sister by Voldemort weeks ago. Unconsciously, his brows furrowed. So, this means He's still out there somewhere, Percy thought. Mum and Dad were right. But this fact… it complicated matters a great deal. There could very well be another war. Suddenly, that sickening realization came to him, making him draw a sharp breath. Then, his body subconsciously drew itself up. And we'll fight. We'll proudly be in the middle of it if we have to. For our freedom. Aloud, he said,"Right, time to go, its lunch time".

Even as Ron grinned happily and Ginny let out a sigh of relief, he thought, but then… Lucius Malfoy and other followers of Him are still walking around in broad daylight! And the Ministry is letting them! In spite of them being the corrupt politicians they are! His eyes widened slightly and he almost stopped. That's it! They are manipulating the laws to suit themselves! Heck, the rumors of Fudge being in Malfoy's pocket might even be true! But if things continue the way they are, he thought frantically, then Voldemort will find it even easier to take over the world. So if we fight against Voldemort, we are basically fighting against the Ministry. What we need, he concluded as he knocked on the back door of the Burrow, is a powerful politician on our side. One who can change the society. And, he thought, as the door opened, I believe we might just have one. We just haven't found him yet.