Mine

[42]

"Molly invited us to the Burrow." My mother said on our third morning of being at home. Being home had been just as I'd expected. Mine and my brother's favorite meals had been made and things felt simple and lazy. I mean, thank goodness for that. Simple and lazy was what I craved.

Three days had finally passed before we were supposed to go to the Burrow. It was the day before Easter, and we were supposed to be there for Easter day as well. I wasn't sure what my parents' plan for that was. Probably to apparate there, disapparate back home at night, then apparate right back to the Burrow the morning of Easter. I had a different idea in mind, though I didn't tell my parents this up front. I just put an expanding spell on my purse so I could shove in my clothes in case my parents would entertain the thought of letting me spend the night with Ginny at the Burrow.

My mother clasped onto my hand, her other hand clasped with my father's right hand, whose spare hand was in Grant's. In a flash, we were turning in time from our kitchen to the living room of the Burrow. I had to catch my breath once we'd arrived, having been pulled into the apparition before I'd really gathered myself.

The first thing I noted was that Ginny was grabbing my hand and dragging me up the steps to her room. I had to catch my breath once we were in her room, the sound of the door slamming shut signifying I'd no longer be pulled to and thro. I hadn't gotten the chance to pull myself together after our arrival since Ginny had been so quick to grab me.

"They won't tell me shit!" Ginny exclaimed. She had immediately began pacing back and forth before me from the moment she'd slammed her bedroom door shut.

"What?" I breathed out, dropping down to the edge of her bed. I caught my breath quickly, looking up at her frantically. "About what? Has something happened?"

"Well, not that I know of." Ginny said, stopping her pacing so she was standing directly in my line of sight. "But if something were to have happened, they wouldn't tell me!"

"Okay, just give me a moment to catch up." I said, sitting up straighter. "Is something going on downstairs?"

"They're holding a meeting, I reckon!" Ginny exclaimed with exasperation.

"Then I should be down there." I said, standing up quickly. "I am part of the Order now, after all. They can't block me out then, and that way I could tell you if anything important comes up."

Ginny nodded vigorously, her eyes widening in realization. "Yes. Yes, of course."

Just as she breathed out those words, I heard my father's voice bellowing up the stairs as he called out my name. His tone didn't radiate anger, just a simple warning tone of if I wanted to be included I better be down quickly.

"I'll report back with everything they say." I told Ginny as I rushed to her door. She simply nodded urgently, ushering me out of her room.

I made my way down the stairs, finding that sure enough, all of the adults were sitting around the table. This meeting of adults included both George and Fred, and sometime shortly after my family had arrived, Remus Lupin seemed to have arrived as well. I dropped into the empty seat between my mother and Fred, shooting Fred a quick smile.

"Anyway, as I was saying," Arthur said, "we haven't heard anything from any of them, Harry, Ron, nor Hermione. But there was a break in at Gringotts. I'm sure you each read about it in the Daily Prophet. It was widely announced that Bellatrix Lestrange's Gringotts quarters were broken into."

Everyone seemed to nod and hum in agreement. Everyone but me. I looked around the table with bewilderment, not having heard of this news. The Daily Prophet was no longer allowed to be delivered in Hogwarts.