the order - f.weasley

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 When she woke up, Harry was already gone for the day.

But while the day disappeared and the news got back to everyone that Harry got off and was free to return to Hogwarts with everyone, Gemma relaxed.

Her dad was home for the day, but he had been sleeping for most of it, so she just hung out with her friends and Sirius.

But when her green-eyed friend entered 12 Grimmauld Place, she was the first one at the door.

"I knew it!" Ron exclaimed, punching the air as they moved into the kitchen. "You always get away with stuff!"

"They were bound to clear you," Hermione's voice shook with anxiety as she said this, following Gemma and Harry into the kitchen. "There was no case against you, none at all..."

Mrs. Weasley had been wiping her face with her apron while the twins and Ginny were doing a weird war dance, chanting, "He got off, he got off, he got off —"

"That's enough, settle down!" Mr. Weasley shouted at them, but he was grinning. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry —"

"What?!" Sirius hissed.

Gemma was suddenly aware of many eyes on her, and she turned to see the adults glancing at her, and she furrowed her brows, "Why are you—"

"He got off, he got off, he got off —" The chanting continued, drowning out her voice.

"Be quiet, you three!" Mr. Weasley turned to Sirius again. "Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."

"Absolutely," Sirius nodded firmly. "We'll tell him, don't worry."

"Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner —"

"He got off, he got off, he got off —"

"THAT'S ENOUGH–FRED–GEORGE—GINNY!!!" Mrs. Weasley snapped at her children when her husband left. "Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast. . ."

Hermione and Ron sat opposite Harry and Gemma.

Everyone was exponentially happier looking now that the hearing was over, and Gemma could tell that even Harry was feeling far better than he had been since arriving.

She lifted her eyes to Mrs. Weasley, who she caught looking at the four of them...or rather her.

She sighed, not in the mood for the adults to be weird around her again, but she just decided to ignore it.

"'Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you," Ron said, dishing mounds of mashed potatoes onto everyone's plates.

"Yeah, he swung it for me," Harry bobbed his head and then added, "I wish he'd talked to me, though. Or even looked at me."

The sound of a smack made Gemma jump, and she turned to Harry, seeing him clutching the scar on his forehead, his eyes pained, asking quietly, "Are you okay?"

"Scar," Harry muttered, his eyes meeting hers. "But it's nothing. . .It happens all the time now. . ."

She frowned but nodded and asked, "Do you know why everyone is being weird with Lucius Malfoy? Other than the fact that he's a Death Eater and the father of the jerkiest jerkface in school?"

Harry's eyes flashed, and he coughed into his hand before whispering, "You remember what I told you happened before he disappeared during the task? After Voldemort?"