the girl who sees all

rejet, résilience

vanessa and the rest of the children sat at the dinner table in the headquarters' kitchen. it was small and cramped. flavorful wafts of rosemary and thyme were smelt by the entire household. molly's cooking recipes needed to be doubled, almost tripled to feed all of the people staying in headquarters. molly enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the busy home, it reminded her of the burrow. staying busy like this was what made her happy. it was a happily received distraction from the return of voldemort.

the weasley matriarch worried for her children and her husband. she worried about all of the evil they'd face. ginny was but a young girl, still the angelic little baby molly had always remembered. the idea of turning her loose into the doddery world theirs was turning into made her stomach leap into her chest. ronald would keep an eye out for ginny, he always did.

besides the time ginevra was possessed by the dark lord and she almost died in the chamber of secrets, of course.

augustus leaned against the counter with his dinner in a bowl, as did remus. the two were whispering as the others conversed, evidently about something no one else was supposed to know. only augustus and remus knew it was about the youngest auclair's prophecy, which had only recently revealed itself to vanessa's father.

the young witch tried to find out what her father was discussing with her former professor. however, to her dismay, augustus had put up a shield against them. no one else could understand the conversation between them. it was scrambled, as if it had gone through a muggle blender and come back out. 

after a moment, vanessa's eyes drifted from her father and remus to harry. he was growing increasingly tense over attempting to coax information out of the order members.
people such as minerva and severus had departed by this point, and only the core few remained. sirius and harry led most of the conversation. however things got very heated when discussions of harry's hearing the next day came afloat. 

"it seems your hearing is in front of the entire wizengamot," remus added, joining the conversation and abandoning whatever secret rendezvous with augustus. perhaps they were discussing harry's trial? but so secretively? there were so few things that augustus and vanessa ever kept from each other, and that's the only time he ever used such a strong vocal scrambler. 

"i don't understand, what has the ministry of magic got against me?" harry frowned. the young wizard only used the patronus spell in self defense. anyone with half a brain would know harry would never jeopardize his ability to return to hogwarts. especially not with voldemort now freely on the loose. 

everyone looked around, uneasy. vanessa rolled her eyes and sat up, looking around at all the adults before settling at mad-eye moody. she knew exactly what the lot was withholding from him- sirius had a very loud mind. "just show him. he's going to find out soon enough,"

sirius gave the young girl a pointed look before hanging the young wizard a copy of the daily prophet. the whole thing was rubbish.

harry's face was plastered on the front. the entire article spread lies about him, and his sightings and the return of voldemort the previous spring. all of this endorsed by cornelius fudge, of course. 

"he's attacking dumbledore as well." remus poked his head back into the conversation. "fudge is using all of his power, including his influence at the daily prophet, to smear anyone who claims the dark lord has returned."

"why?" harry asked, clearly not understanding the politics of the return of voldemort. 

"he thinks dumbledore is after his job," kingsley shaklebolt fold his his arms, looking at the young wizard. 

"no one in their right mind would believe that!" the boy who lived countered, infuriated at the baseless accusations. harry was right, no one would.