Fresh chapter for the fresh month (well, fresh-ish)! Strap in guys for all the screaming to come! ~helena
Protocol: We own nothing but the translation. The character and story belong to (Unfortunately) JK Rowling and the og fanfic is called "Sono Ginny Weasley e questa e' la mia storia" it is originally in Italian and can be found on EFPfanfic. The translator is Ermory and the editor is helena.
Anger at number twelve
"So, what do you want to know?"
"EVERYTHING!" the four siblings answered in chorus, giving up their breakfast and showing interest only in Sirius, who smiled at them. They were happy that he had kept his word, not just because he had no choice since he had sworn on his innocence... and he really was innocent.
"Well, many years ago ... Voldemort was at the height of his power, as you already know," Sirius Black began to tell, looking at all four of the teens who stared at him eagerly, impatient to know everything, "and those were hard times, really hard for everyone. Every day Muggles, Half-bloods, friends and, rarely— and I mean rarely— enemies died. The enemies were too many, and you never knew who to trust ... the wizarding world was in total chaos."
Ginny stuffed a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and swallowed, her eyes on Sirius and nothing else.
"You had to fight at all costs, and that's how the Order of the Phoenix was born: a secret society founded by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort himself," the man said, taking a long sip of Butterbeer and continuing the tale. Ron winced at the name of Voldemort, but the other three were no longer so intimidated by that name ... which really was just a name. "Remus, and Ja— and my friends— and I, we immediately joined this group because none of us wanted to sit idle. We were just of age, fresh out of seventh year at Hogwarts, but we fought anyway... Obviously, some of us died ... others disgustingly betrayed their friends ... but in the end we won and the Order of the Phoenix became just a memory."
"But now ..." George muttered, gesturing to Sirius and Remus.
"But now here we are again," Sirius concluded, placing his hands on the wooden table and sipping more Butterbeer.
"You said you were of age when you joined the Order of the Phoenix, right?" Fred asked in a falsely innocent tone, and Lupin turned to him, instinctively sniffing the danger and interrupting what would have been a long conversation that could have turned into a fight.
"We can't recruit you and George," he cut in quickly, glancing at Sirius, who hurriedly nodded.
"But we are of age!" Fred retorted immediately.
"Yes, but we only joined the Order after we finished school ... which is different," Lupin replied softly, smiling faintly as he looked at the desperate faces of his former students at Hogwarts.
"What's different?" Ron asked curiously, meddling in the discussion.
"Well ...what's different is that the seventh year is a year in which you learn a lot to prepare for what's out there."
"That's not true!" George pouted.
"You're possibly right, but it is better not to let your mother know I told you about this or she will surely kill me, even if we've known each other for such a short time..." Sirius muttered, glancing at the kitchen door, and the teens laughed.
"What's going on here?"
Speaking of the angel, Molly walked through the kitchen door somewhat impatiently and led in a pair of Aurors all dressed up in disguise, including young Tonks and the petty thief Mundungus Fletcher, who patted the twins on the back and slipped something into their pockets that Ginny didn't have time to see. Fred and George saw that their sister had been eyeing something, and hurried to shake their heads.
"The first meeting here in Grimmauld starts shortly, and you" the woman pointed at her children, who jumped up from their chairs and walked to the door before the adults could chase them out of there rudely, "You can go outside, because you aren't allowed in. Dumbledore will arrive very shortly, so do not interrupt us while we have the meeting. Misbehave and you will suffer the consequences!"
Ouch. That was the most menacing threat of the century.
"Also," she resumed, as Sirius chuckled and jokingly pointed fingers at the four Weasleys, "since Sirius informed us all last night that he wants to make this place habitable for humans, you can start the work. And don't make those faces!" she added, glaring at her children.
"You can dump out all the useless trash and be good housekeepers," Sirius said, smiling toothily as he picked up a dusty goblet.
"But... it will take centuries to clean even one room!" Ron objected, too shocked to think about it.
"Do what you can, and get out of here!" snapped his mother.
The four needn't be told twice and scurried up the stairs before they heard the rustle of a cloak behind them that must have belonged to Dumbledore, just as he arrived at headquarters. Ginny stopped at a landing, and entered a very dusty room ... which seemed to be genuinely falling apart. And having lived her whole life at the Burrow, that's saying something.
"If we throw anything away ... Kreacher will tell Mrs. Black, and she will be screaming like mad. You know that right?" Ginny asked, picking up a sophisticated silver goblet coated with dust and started to blow on it to make it cleaner.
Obviously, the boys wouldn't have dared to throw anything away or else the house elf who lived there, a furious maniac who wanted to cut his own head off to hang it on the wall, would have eaten them alive with reinforcements from Sirius's mother: the Mrs. Black reportedly screamed at the top of her lungs— well, "lungs"— about the deaths of four unforgivable traitors to their blood.
"For sure, that crazy elf!" Ron snapped, leaving the dusty room and bumping into a mummified elf head in the hallway.
"Yes, but we're not going to take care of the house right now," Fred retorted quietly, walking into a room he claimed as his.
"Extendable Ears?" Ginny chirped innocently, as if she was inquiring about the weather.
"Extendable Ears!" George confirmed, patting Ron's arm cheerfully.
Days passed with agonising boredom and monotony for the children, who were forced to the task of making the noble House of Black habitable, which in fact became blacker and blacker every time Krecher decided to "help" and scrubbed dirty cloths over the teens' work and scraping garbage from piles of everything that Sirius or the Weasleys threw away. Krecher even gave Ron a nervous breakdown, who almost seemed to want to grant his wish for the cutting of the head.
After a month and a half or so, Hermione joined them too, but she too soon grew sick of cleaning that house. In fact, none of the teens could really take it any longer, clean up or being screamed down by Mrs. Black's cracking voice whenever someone from the Order of the Phoenix Apparated or made any other little noise that aroused the ire of the former owner.
The only positive thing of the whole month was that, thanks to the absolute genius of Fred and George and their Extendable Ears, the teens were able to overhear a couple of Order meetings, discovering something more about that secret society and what they were doing other than trying to fight Voldemort. Moreover, they had the help of Sirius, who turned out to be very friendly with all of them. Despite having known them for only a month and a half, he already adored them, helping with the house and everything, as if they had known each other for a very long time. They all bonded and formed ties so close it was just like being home again ... though being kept in a house with Kreacher muttering curses at all of them, Mundungus carrying the stolen cauldrons home under Molly's fury, Tonks always knocking over that troll-legged umbrella stand, and a maddening Mrs. Black, wasn't exactly homely.
"Harry wrote me and Ron the same thing ... see, how does my response look?" Hermione asked, handing Ginny a letter in response to the one she had just received from her best friend. It was the evening of Friday the seventeenth of August, and the two girls were in their room: theoretically they were getting ready for dinner, but in reality they were doing other things and chatting away.
Ginny took the letter in her hands, and read it. When she had finished reading those two miserable lines, she mumbled, "He'll be furious ... you haven't written him anything! And I know—" she added, when Hermione opened her mouth to say something on that subject, "I know very well that Dumbledore said he has to stay on Privet Drive, and I also know that Dumbledore made you swear not to tell him anything in the letters but ... man, he's going to be really mad and I can't blame him."
"He will hate us to death..." Hermione whispered, really hurt.
Crack: the twins landed lazily on the bed, succeeding in their intent for the first time.
"Yes, we did it!"
"STOP IT!" Hermione yelled irritably, pressing a hand to her heart because she was not yet used to the constant apparation of the twins. They giggled, before Ron too opened the door to the girl's room and ran inside, all panting.
"They're starting the meeting," he announced, breathless.
"Do you never knock?" Hermione retorted, her hands on her hips and glaring at her friend. "Imagine if your sister or I were changing or whatever, and what the hell are you doing? You walk into the room unannounced! And same for you two, you animals!"
Ginny burst out laughing, mouthing the word addressed to her brothers.
"Er ... usually I..." Ron stammered, face as red as his hair.
"... open my door without knocking even if I could naked, okay. Can we go to the meeting now? Forget it, Hermione" Ginny cut short, tapping her friend's arm with a hand, and grabbed the Extendable Ear that George was passing around. She watched Hermione grab hers with some hesitation. It was the first time she had convinced herself to eavesdrop on a meeting, and even then she didn't seem very convinced.
"Oh Hermione, what could possibly happen? We've always eavesdropped!" Ron snorted in a whisper.
"A lot of things could happen, they could find out ..." she murmured.
"A scratch of your Quaffles for Hermione's luck is a must! Come on, Ron ... don't be shy and join us" Fred teased, putting his hand to his crotch, but his sister quickly pulled his arm away, only to burst out laughing.
Sure, they could be found out but that never happened, and it wasn't anything to worry about. Or perhaps ...
"I don't like it ... I don't like it at all, guys ..."
"Hermione, shut up and stick that in your ear!"
She complied, giving George a deeply threatening look before delighting in following the meeting.
"... Lucius Malfoy is practically Fudge's boyfriend, obviously. And we can't track him for that!" Arthur was saying, probably out of sorts at not being able to stalk his arch enemy. "We will have a hard time even finding him, this is little but sure."
"Crabbe wouldn't be that hard to follow, we could very well take care of him."
"Yes, I'll take care of it since—"
"Don't you even think about it, sir!" growled Molly and there was a noise of the chair being moved, as if the woman wanted to come face to face with Sirius to growl at him like at a disobedient dog. "You want to get us all in trouble, huh?"
"She's right, Sirius."
"I'll follow Crabbe, I could spot him quickly."
"What about Dolohov? We know You-Know-Who recruited him ..."
"Yes, but we don't know where he's hiding. On the other hand, we know something about Rookwood, and we can control him."
"Okay, but as far as the watch shifts goes..." someone said too silently the name of what they were supposed to guard, "who's going first? We need someone who's as close as possible, so it'll be much easier."
"What are they talking about?" Ron whispered to the others, who shook their heads.
"Well, I think… what are those things under the door?" Molly exclaimed and there was the chair scratching, but this time there was a collective scratch of chairs.
"Oh-ho!"
The teens, terrified and paralyzed, tried frantically to repair the damage by dragging the Extendable Ears upstairs but ... it was too late: the adults opened the door and found the fake ears within reach. Hermione was on the verge of a breakdown, and the other little Weasleys quickly descended the stairs to explain to their father and mother.
But the latter screamed at the top of her lungs: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS RUBBISH? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULD NOT ATTEND MEETINGS? YOU ARE IDIOTS, I WILL SHOW YOU ALL!"
"Ouch ... today is Friday Thirteen..." Ginny managed to mumble, as she watched Fred and George apologize to their mother while trying to catch the Extendable Ears before they were exterminated from the face of the earth. The black portrait curtains were pushed aside, letting the elegant and furious figure of Mrs. Black emerge, in support of Mrs. Weasley.
That lecture, of course, was only beginning.
During the following days, the teens dared not take the Extendable Ears in fear that their mother might discover them again. The reassuring fact was that they had figured out what the Order of the Phoenix was doing: recruiting people for the order, tailing the most famous Death Eaters, and talking about guard duty, perhaps to watch Harry while he was in Privet Drive. When the waters had settled, they tried the Extendable Ears again but Tonks took Ginny aside and confided to her that Molly now cast an imperturbable charm on the door before meetings, even if she sometimes forgot.
"You have to tell me how to find out if the door is unperturbed..." Ginny whispered as she lent a hand to Tonks in the kitchen, her mother out of earshot as she busied herself around the kettle with Hermione. The boys chatted with Arthur and Sirius at the table, and none of them were looking forward to the other members of the Order of the Phoenix arriving for dinner all together.
"If your mother or anyone else finds out I told you about the spell ..."
"They won't!"
"Okay, to find out if the door is unperturbed you have to throw something at it," Tonks said softly, as she pulled her hand from the stove, because in her usual clumsiness she had just burned her finger.
"Something like..." Ginny asked, glancing quickly around her.
"Dungbombs."
"Dungbombs?"
"Yes," replied the young woman with a smirk. "And now, let's be quiet or I'll get in trouble... big trouble!"
"Kids, I need you to set the table ... and don't make a mess!" Molly ordered her children, and they all snorted from their chairs. Sirius began pointing and teasing them as the kids obediently reached for the crockery drawer. "I'm glad you came downstairs, you are always locked up in your rooms and Merlin knows what you're up to!" the woman added, eyeing all of her children with suspicion and the residue resentment she held from when she caught them eavesdropping on private meetings. "I hope Mundungus won't stay for dinner tonight, I've said a thousand times that having him eat here is too much for my taste! He smokes a pipe at the table when everyone else is eating, and he's really a..."
But no one learnt what Mundungus was precisely besides a thief because the woman stopped instantly, due to a sinister rustle. In the kitchen, Sirius and Arthur had immediately jumped to their feet and looked around warily as if something was about to happen. Then suddenly, a blue light fell into the darkness and a Patronus, a silver lynx, peered into the room, speaking in the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Harry Potter and his cousin were attacked on Privet Drive by two Dementors when Mundungus was on guard. Harry summoned a Patronus. The Ministry is in chaos and the boy could be expelled from Hogwarts. Fudge has just called a hearing in Wizengamot. Immediately notify Dumbledore and the other members of the Order."
And by the next second, chaos wasn't just at the Ministry...
Ginny was in her room playing with Crookshanks and a couple of Dungbombs, much calmer than she was before.
Moments following Kingsley's patronus in the kitchen had inspired pure dread: Hermione was on the verge of tears; Ron was white as a sheet and was starting to sweat; Sirius paced back and forth in the kitchen, while the twins tried their best to calm him down and Ginny ... well, her hands had been trembling the whole time. When her mother had notified the children that Harry was safe with the Order, they had all breathed a sigh of relief: he had made it.
"Crookshanks, go away ... you don't have to pop them!" snapped the girl, pushing away Hermione's furry red cat who wanted to blow up all the Dungbombs.
Ginny had holed up in her room with the cat while Hermione and Ron were waiting for Harry in Ron's room. The twins were devising a plan to eavesdrop on the meeting that would be held upon the boy's arrival at Grimmauld Place— an important meeting because only for the second time Snape was there, and everyone knew he would be making top secret reports. Bill didn't like the way Severus Snape looked at his siblings at all, and that was enough to curb Hermione's tongue on the fact that the bat-man was really on their side.
Making as little noise as possible, Ginny opened her bedroom door and walked down the flight of stairs to the kitchen door, noting that it was locked from the inside. But how could it be? Had Harry arrived at headquarters already? That's impossible, they had probably already started the meeting without some Order members, and perhaps that was a good reason to overhear that conversation as the guard was slightly looser.
"Between the two of us ..." the girl whispered and threw the Dungbombs at the door.
She grunted in disappointment: they had bounced right off, so her mother had cast the spell.
"WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND SPHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST YEAR? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? ME! FOUR WEEKS I'VE BEEN STUCK IN PRIVET DRIVE, NICKING PAPERS OUT OF BINS TO TRY AND FIND OUT WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON—"
A furious and well-known voice roused Ginny from her thoughts: Harry was there and she hadn't heard him coming! Attracted by more hoarse cries, the girl hurried to her room to put away the remaining Dungbombs, and absently forgot about the Dungbombs she had thrown. She then quickly ran to Ron's room and flung it open, trying to look not too enthusiastic.
"Oh, hello, Harry! I thought I heard your voice." she said cheerfully, giving him a big smile and hoping the butterflies in her stomach didn't start coming to life just then. Harry nodded to her, a sign that he was still too angry to manage something like a greeting ... but his green eyes pierced the girl, who felt almost fine though the boy hadn't said anything to her. Turning to Fred and George, she added, "It's no go with the Extendable Ears, she's gone and put up an imperturbable charm on the kitchen door."
The twins looked mortified: they all wanted to know what Snape was up to. Harry still seemed furious with the world but probably the thirst for information was overriding, because when he spoke and his voice was not angry, but curious. He asked a few questions and they answered him, trying to explain the situation they were in and the whole business about the Order of the Phoenix and Grimmauld Place.
The whole time, Ginny hadn't taken her eyes off the boy for even a second ... and she cursed herself for it. Despite everything, he looked more beautiful to her than ever with his unkempt hair and sulky expression and, above all, she would never be as indifferent to him as she had hoped. She knew those were thoughts she shouldn't have since she was going out with Michael Corner, but at that moment she was too happy to have Harry, too happy to have him in Grimmauld Place out of the prying eyes of Hogwarts.
When the children began to talk about Harry's hearing, there were footsteps on the stairs.
"Uh-oh!" the twins said and Disapparated, gone from sight.
Moments later, her mother opened the door and appeared in her doorway. "The meeting is over, you can come down and have dinner now. Everyone's dying to see you, Harry. And who left all those Dungbombs outside the kitchen door?"
Ouch.
"Crookshanks, he loves playing with them," Ginny replied convincingly, not a hint of blush on her cheeks.
"Oh, I thought it might have been Kreacher ... he keeps doing odd things like that. Now don't forget to keep your voices low in the hall. Ginny, your hands are filthy, what have you been doing? Go and wash them before dinner, please!"
Ginny grimaced and followed her mother, then veered into the bathroom where she found Kreacher fumbling with a couple of bath bombs. What the hell was that goddamn house elf doing? Was he trying to kill them all by putting skin poisons in baths and soaps? Sirius probably didn't know, but if he knew ... Kreacher would be dead.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT OF HERE!" barked the irritated girl, stepping into the bathroom and making the elf flinch.
"Kreacher cleans up," he muttered, but there was an evil glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, right! Get out of the bathroom, and get moving!"
"The blood traitor dares to speak to Kreacher like this ... oh, what would my mistress say?"
"The blood traitor will go get Sirius if you don't leave immediately!" she cried impatiently, pointing a finger at the door and Kreacher, muttering more curses and insults to her and her family, disappeared dragging his feet and the towel, trying to leave as much dirt as possible. Ginny emptied the bath bombs into the toilet, noticing that it had turned a mixture of green and black, and rinsed her hands.
Then, shrieks were heard in the hall: Tonks had knocked over the umbrella stand again.
"Shut up, horrid old witch!" snarled Sirius, as Ginny reached the entrance where the usual nice little contest for who screamed the loudest was being held between Mrs. Black and everyone else. The man was pulling as hard as he could on the curtains of her mother's portrait as she turned pale and pointed her finger at Ginny, continuing to scream.
"YOUUUUU!" she howled, her eyes bulging. "TRAITOR OF YOUR BLOOD! ABOMINATION! TRAITOR!"
Ginny passed Sirius and headed for the kitchen, where Arthur and Bill were still bent over some sheets of parchment and didn't seem to have noticed that all hell's breaking loose outside. Molly coughed as Harry and the others entered the kitchen as well, and Bill flipped the papers away, not giving his sister time to give them a little peek over his shoulder.
"Sit down, Harry. You've met Mundungus before, haven't you?" Sirius asked from his godson's side, pulling a chair for him.
"Someone say m' name?" sleepily mumbled a pile of rags that sounded like Mundungus, "Er ... I 'gree with Sirius!" he added, and raised a very dirty hand as if to vote; his sleepy, bloodshot eyes were still clouded.
Ginny giggled, pressing a hand to her mouth.
"If you want dinner before midnight, I'll need a hand!" Molly announced.
So they all worked preparing for dinner and after a couple of blunders, caused largely by the twins and Tonks, they all began to eat together and with much greater joy than the days before, perhaps because everyone was happier on that day. With Harry's arrival at number twelve, everyone was happier to see he was fine and safe and sound. They ate and ate, and soon Ginny was in so much danger of bursting her jeans since she had been brawling over the delicious stuff: the rhubarb custard pie was so sublime it garnered universal exaltation for the cook.
"Hey ... where did Crookshanks go?" Ginny asked after everyone had finished eating, her eyes darting across the kitchen to look for Hermione's big, squash-nosed, crooked-legged red cat.
"Under the cupboard,see," Sirius replied, winking at her.
Ginny lay flat on the ground and pulled Crookshanks out, starting to play with him with some Butterbeer corks. Throughout dinner, Sirius's gaze had been often on her and the girl couldn't fathom why: the man had even started smiling when she looked at his godson or when Harry found himself looking at the girl. Strange ... Was Sirius still lost in the boulevard of memories? Yes, otherwise he wouldn't have had that face when he stared at Ginny and Harry.
"You know, I'm surprised at you. I was convinced that the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort," Sirius suddenly said to the boy, and the atmosphere in the kitchen instantly shifted at the drop of Voldemort's name.
Ginny immediately dropped the Butterbeer corks, and she got up on her knees to better hear the conversation.
"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said we're not allowed into the Order so—"
"And that's quite right, you are too young," Molly said firmly.
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" Sirius retorted, tension leaking into his voice. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen—"
"Hang on!" George interrupted.
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred asked angrily.
"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!"
"Yes! And Harry is not even of age!"
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," Sirius replied calmly, for there was a day in August when he was about to tell the teens everything before their mother found them out and forbade the man from telling them about the Order. "That's your parents' decision." He glared at the matron, "Harry, on the other hand —"
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" Molly said drily, her expression dangerous.
"He was the one who saw Voldemort come back!"
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and—"
"He is not a child!"
"But he's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius!"
"I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this ... he's old enough to decide for himself," Lupin interjected, before the situation escalated further and the two quarrelers stared at the boy, who tried to look at neither of them.
"I want to know what's been going on," he immediately declared.
"Very well ... then, the rest of you, I want you out of the kitchen, now!" Molly ordered angrily to her children and Hermione, who immediately protested and, needless to say, there was a general uproar in that kitchen when the woman pointed at the door.
"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George: they are of age," Arthur said wearily, adjusting his glasses on his nose.
"I ... oh, alright then! Fred and George can stay, but Ron—"
"Harry will tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" Ron exclaimed.
What? Just him and Hermione? And who was Ginny, the next door neighbor who should never know anything about their private affairs? She was also in that story, they could not abandon her just because they wanted to hear everything! The girl shot a warning look at Ron, who remembered only then how his sister was forgotten from the list of people to whom his best friend would tell everything and ... too late.
"Fine! Ginny— BED!" their mother shouted, taking her daughter by the arm and starting to drag her out of the kitchen.
Ginny threw one more murderous look at her brother before she started yelling at her mother, accusing her and protesting, because that was— it genuinely was— the most unfair thing she had ever witnessed in her life: why did she always have to be pushed aside in everything? All this was unprecedented, what did it cost them to let her stay in the kitchen with everyone? What would that change? A mystery, it was a real goddamn mystery.
"LET ME! LET ME GO!" yelled at the girl in despair and anger, clinging to the railing of the stairs so as not to be carried by her mother. "EVEN THEY WILL TELL ME! THEY WILL TELL! YOU'LL JUST MAKE HIM REPEAT THOSE THINGS! I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD!
"Go ... room ... yours!" panted her mother from the effort to pull her over.
"THEY ARE ALWAYS ALLOWED TO DO OR HEAR EVERYTHING AND I AM PUSHED ASIDE!"
"GO TO BED!"
And, of course, Mrs. Black also felt the need to scream to join in the mess.
"HYBRIDS, MUTANTS AND MONSTERS! AWAY FROM THIS PLACE!"
"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!"
"Ah, and if I didn't care, would I have gotten you out of the kitchen?"
"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH IT?!"
"You are small!"
"I AM ONLY ONE YEAR YOUNGER THAN RON BUT I'M ALWAYS PUT ASIDE! ALWAYS!"
"HOW DARE YOU SOIL THE HOUSE OF MY FOREFATHERS?"
"YOU ARE UNJUST, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? BRILLIANT MOTHER I HAVE! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!"
"SCUM! IN THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACKS! ABOMINATION!"
"THATS ENOUGH!" Molly yelled hysterically, pushing her daughter into her room. Ginny remained standing in the doorway, but then she gave up: now, it was useless to talk to her mother, who always put her in the dark about everything ... even the smallest conversations. By now, how might she expect her to trust anyone!
In response to her mother's last cry, Ginny slammed the door and locked herself into the room.
Author's corner
Yes, it seems that this is a bit of the screaming chapter of the story: everyone is exasperated, everyone is angry, everyone is hysterical and the first is Mrs. Black. The chapter begins with nothing particular, but only with the dialogue scenes between Sirius and the teens, then we see the arrival of Hermione and the discovery of and finally we see the arrival of Harry at the headquarters, a very busy arrival. Well, sorry again for the length but everything I did had to be done.
A hug.
T/N Oh wow this was kinda intense, again one of the reasons i like this fic. Ginny acts like her age.
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