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Category: Post-OotP Characters:All, All Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Humor Warnings: None Rating: PG Reviews: 309 Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated in over 2 years *** This story starts at the end of Order Of The Phoenix. Although this story starts as the usual Harry/Ginny romance, I believe after several chapters, you will find that Ancient Dark Magic takes on a whole new meaning to our Harry and Ginny. Will Harry discover the key to the Half-Blood Prince?* * * *American Edition *** * * * Hitcount: Story Total: 196452; Chapter Total: 3327 Author's Notes: SUMMARY: Ron goes back -- Hermione thinks -- Molly
inspires Arthur -- Harry and Dumbledore talk
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Chapter Fifty-one - Talks As Ron entered the bedroom, it took all the strength he had to keep from kicking something. Even here at Harry’s, there is no privacy. He only had a very few minutes alone with Hermione. It was enough when Harry and Ginny walked by, but just when the moment was right... his mum and dad had to show up. Harry had all the luck. HE didn’t have to worry about making the girl he wanted, like him. Ginny has ALWAYS had a crush on him. All he had to do was ask. Too easy! Hermione was a different matter. They’ve been best friends for years. If things didn’t go right, it could ruin their friendship. Ginny said that Hermione was excited about the date for the party, said she was giggling and such. Could she feel that way again? She had been talking about have a “romance” at the end of school. Is that what she wanted? Romance... She liked his kiss, he was sure of it. One thing he knew how to do, was kiss. After all the snog fests he had this year, he knew his business. But it was different with Hermione, it was different when there was love behind the kiss. Not snogging just for fun, but with real meaning. He was sure that she had analyzed it thoroughly and came to the conclusion that it was good. He knew, because when she thought he wasn’t looking, she was giving him “the look”, or at least he hoped that was what it was. She wore that dress that he said he liked. He really didn’t care anything about the dress, but girls always think clothes were important. She probably figured that she was giving him a sign that she liked the kiss and was interested. If she wanted “romance”, he would give her “romance”. * * * * Entering Ginny’s room, Hermione smiled to herself. Ron was on the brink of kissing her, when Mrs. and Mr. Weasley began coming up the staircase. She was sure of it. What would it have been like? Would it have been as good as the first? Her arms becoming goose flesh, she sighed. “Mum and Dad have a talent for entering a room at the wrong time,” said Ginny, entering the bedroom. “Hrm,” said Hermione. “Don’t tell me that it wasn’t going to happen. We saw more than you think,” said Ginny, grinning. “I don’t know what you mean. There wasn’t anything to see.” “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s ok,” said Ginny, as she began changing into her pajamas. “What makes you think there is something to talk about?” “Hrm.” “Do you THINK there is something to talk about?” asked Hermione. “Only if you wanted to. I don’t mean to... interfere,” said Ginny, smiling. “It’s just that I’m not sure...” There was a knock at the door, Ginny answered it. “Ron.” Ron strained his neck to see around Ginny. “I wanted to talk to Hermione.” Hermione stepped forward. “Hermione, may I have a word?” asked Ron. Hermione squeezed past Ginny into the hallway. Ginny stood by the door, not moving. Ron reached in and pulled the door closed. He took Hermione’s arm and guided her a few steps from the door. “What is it? Is something wrong?” “No, everything’s fine. I just wanted to tell you ... eh... I wanted to dance with you more tonight, but with Charlie and Bill not here... well... I couldn’t.. you know... not enough of us here tonight.” “Yes, you mentioned that before.” “Oh, yeah. Eh... you wore that dress tonight, the one that I said I liked.” “Yes , it’s new. I’ve been dying for an excuse to wear it. I bought it on the cruise. They have a wonderful little dress shop right there on the ship.” “Oh. Eh...it looks real nice. I thought maybe you wore it because...” “Because what?” “Eh... when are you coming back?” “I think right before Harry’s birthday, your mum mentioned it earlier.” “Do you think you could come earlier? You know, maybe a few weeks?” “Eh... I don’t know. It depends on my parents,” she said, blushing. She didn’t think her father would let her leave earlier after he had seen “the look”. Ron blushed. After what his mum said about her father, he doubted she would get to come early. He might not let her come at all. “Maybe you could see. I’m really going to miss you.” “Really? I’ll miss you too. Eh... I could try,” she said, looking into his blue eyes. “Eh...yeah. Please try,” he said, cupping her cheek and looking into her brown eyes. She didn’t move, so he bent forward, lifting her face. She didn’t move. They both paused, then he kissed her. Her response was equal to his, so he deepened it, pouring his feelings into the kiss. It lasted for several minutes before they parted. Now he knew exactly what Harry was talking about, when he tried to tell him about kissing Ginny that first day. Bottled up emotion seems to slip out all at once. Neither knew what to say, so he caressed her shoulder and walked her back to the door. “See ya in the morning.” “Yes, in the morning,” she said, slipping back into Ginny’s room. Ginny was lying in bed facing the wall, so Hermione didn’t have to talk. She quickly changed into her pajamas, turned off the light and got into bed. She lie there thinking about the situation. She was not confused, but she WAS undecided about what to do. Harry may need her. Something was not right with Harry and Ginny’s relationship. It was “wrong” in some way. She would have to see what tomorrow’s meeting brought, before deciding what to do about Harry. Ron, on the other hand... She really wanted Ron, but Ron was used to running around with loose girls. Since before Christmas, he’d been dating anything in skirts. That wasn’t exactly true, he was dating anything PRETTY in skirts. Ron always had a fixation with pretty girls. She wasn’t actually pretty, about average since she fixed her teeth. She had began wearing make-up, when she thought of it. She didn’t look bad when she fixed up. Ron wouldn’t bother if she wasn’t at least presentable, so she knew she wasn’t bad looking. Actually, Ron spent all year dating. That must be how he learned to kiss so well. He was a very good kisser, she still felt the heat. Did he miss dating? Was he just playing with her affections because she was the only available female around? Did he really care about her as a girlfriend? She lie there for almost an hour before sleep over-came her. * * * * Ginny was awake. She was worried that Ron would screw things up, but he did a fine job. She had peeked at them and saw the kiss, Hermione was loving it. Ginny smiled to herself. Maybe they could be good friends again. She thought she would sleep well tonight. She was safe in Harry’s home. No one would grab her tonight, but everything kept flowing through her mind. * * * * “It was a regular ‘lover’s lane’ I tell you,” said George, lying in the dark in his twin bed. “So, Ron and Hermione now?” asked Fred, lying in the other twin bed. “Well, Ron was trying. Mum and Dad came up just as he was about to snog her.” “Then it didn’t happen?” “Close enough. By tomorrow they will be holding hands and trying to find places to snog. Should be interesting,” said George. “Give the boy a break. He’s been trying to kiss her for years now.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But young Harry is a different story.” “Yeah? In what way?” asked Fred. “That was no innocent kiss, that wasn’t,” said George. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Only that I don’t want to see them kissing like that. It was way too passionate. He should be busting out in boils.” “What was he doing?” “Just kissing, I guess. I just don’t want to see my baby sister locked up in that kind of passion.” “Leave them alone. They’re young and in love.” “You know, you’ve gone soft since you started dating Luna.” “Yeah? Well, maybe so.” “Ron said Ginny was very pale and shivering yesterday.” “Yeah, I heard.” “Wasn’t sure, Bro, you were locked up with Luna when he was talking about it.” “I heard, but she was fine tonight. I didn’t see anything wrong with her. Only after they came out of that meeting, she looked miffed.” “I noticed, but after she was dressed and the wedding started she was fine. Wonder what that meeting was all about... they were in there for hours. Ginny was included in that one. Something’s going on.” “Yeah. We’ll find out tomorrow. Go to sleep. We have to get up early and figure out what we’re going to do about work.” “Does Luna know what’s going on?” “If she does, she’s not talking.” * * * * Molly and Arthur were lying in their bed in the new bedroom that Harry and Winky designed for them. The lights were off, Arthur would have been staring up at the ceiling, only it was so dark, he couldn’t see it. Even though Molly couldn’t see him, she knew that was what he was doing. “Arthur.” “Yes, dear.” “What are you thinking about?” “You know perfectly well, what I’m thinking about. What set him off?” “Ginny had a nightmare.” “Was that all? Meaning, it was not worse than yesterday?” “No. I think it was only a nightmare. We heard her screaming, by the time we got there, Harry was already holding her. She was awake, but was still a bit peaky. As soon as we asked if she was all right, he demanded to see Dumbledore.” “Was it a ‘Chamber’ nightmare?” “I don’t know, really. I don’t think so, but it’s hard to tell. He brought her out of the other one fairly quickly. It took a while for us to get there, so it could have been.” “She looked fine by the time I saw her.” “That’s because he had been holding her again. Like yesterday, she was white as a sheet, but after he held her for several minutes, her color returned.” “Recharging her batteries,” said Arthur. “I don’t know what that means. It’s like she’s an empty tea pot and he fills her with hot tea again.” “Basically the same thing.” “Oh.” “I wonder how he’s doing it. Is it just because Ginny feels better with him near or is he sending her power somehow? I’d like to ask him about it, but I’m sure he won’t be telling me anything now.” “What does that mean, Arthur?” “He’s lost all respect for me.” “Arthur! Why would you say such a thing?” “I saw it in his eyes, Molly. I let them down, both of them,” he sighed. “Not just you, all of us. He never once said YOU were to blame about anything.” “Remus was on assignment. It was up to me to keep things under control until Dumbledore showed up. I didn’t think a few days would make any difference. I didn’t want to make any decisions without him. I let Ginny convince me that she was fine and I never thought to look at Ron as being a danger.” “I did see that Ron could be a problem, and Ginny was not holding up. I was becoming frightened about her. But Arthur, he was referring to Ron and Hermione as being his enemies. That scares me, Arthur.” “He’s not talking about them as being his personal enemies, but through them, their actions could help the enemy. He’s scared, Molly. He wants to protect Ginny. He’s looking in all directions for potential dangers. “He’s scared?” “Of course he is, he’d be a fool not to be. Ginny was wrong, though. She told me that she didn’t think that Harry had been thinking about when the moment would come. Obviously he’s been thinking about it quite a bit. They’ve been protecting each other by not talking about it.” “Ginny is always saying that they never get to talk to each other. They have been very good, Arthur. They have kept their promise not to talk about anything to do with... you know. Perhaps that is why he blew up, he’s been holding in all his thoughts and ideas.” “He blew up because he thought we would have a plan all set up and we failed him. He’s been dealing with You-Know-Who all his life. He’s a man of action. If something is not right, he steps in and deals with it.” “He’s always been a serious boy.” “Man, Molly, he’s a man. He has taken the responsibility of his wife and put her first in his priorities, as it should be.” “They are so young, Arthur. Too young to be dealing with all this.” “This is more than anyone should bear at any age.” “Why it had to be Ginny... our poor baby. We’ve always known that she would do great things... That she was destined... “Molly, I think you have just gotten a brilliant idea.” “Don’t I get most of my best ideas in bed?” “That you do, Molly, dear.” * * * * Ron almost kissed Hermione tonight. Maybe that problem would solve itself, thought Harry. Maybe he would sleep well, knowing that Ginny was safe for tonight. * * * * Harry startled awake. He had had a night full of restless sleep. There had been nightmares... but they had already faded. Today he would have to face Dumbledore, then make it through the big lie shortly after. Another lie… lies... too many lies. Facing Dumbledore was going to be a chore. He would talk to him calmly, and then somehow twist things around so that Harry felt like toilet dregs. Dumbledore had a way of doing that with some of the kindest words. Harry sighed. After dressing, he dragged himself down to the kitchen. Even after walking down the staircase, he still felt dull from lack of sleep. Luna and Hermione were sitting at the table talking, when he arrived. “Good morning, Harry,” they both said. “Erm,” he said, as he poured a cup of coffee, then flopped down at the table. “That’s what you get when you ‘party hardy’,” said Luna. “Erm,” he grunted. “Harry Potter needs breakfast. What does Harry Potter want?” asked Winky, popping up beside him. Harry startled. “Gees! Winky! A person needs to be awake before you pop in like that.” “Harry Potter is awake now,” said Winky, grinning. “Yeah. Go away,” said Harry. “Harry! How dare you talk to Winky that way,” said Hermione. “Harry Potter is grumpy this morning. What does Harry Potter wish to eat?” said Winky. “Nothing,” he said, staring at this coffee cup. “Harry Potter must eat,” said Winky, firmly. “What time is it?” asked Harry. “Almost ten,” said Hermione. “Winky, I need you to make about three sandwiches, like the ones you made last night. They need to be ready right before eleven. Dumbledore likes them.” “Yes, Harry Potter. Now what does Harry Potter want to eat?” “Nothing. I will eat at eleven,” said Harry. “Harry, the meeting isn’t until noon,” said Hermione. “Dumbledore is coming at eleven.” “What does Harry Potter want to eat?” said Winky, tapping her tiny foot. “I will eat with Dumbledore.” “You will be too hungry by then. Then you will miss lunch. It will mess up your whole eating schedule,” said Luna. “Luna, it’s too early for logic,” said Harry. “You should eat,” said Hermione. “Fine! Fine! Winky, bring me some toast. Are you all satisfied now?” said Harry, grumpily. “Why is Dumbledore coming at eleven? Isn’t the meeting at noon? Harry, are you in trouble?” asked Hermione. “Yeah, when am I not in trouble?” said Harry. “The Weasleys left at seven this morning,” said Luna. Harry grunted. “Fred and George left at 6:30, because it is Galleons Day,” said Luna “Galleons Day?” asked Hermione. “Yes, Saturday is Galleons Day,” said Luna. “What does that mean?” asked Hermione. “Saturday is the day that they ‘rake in the Galleons’,” said Luna. “So the shop is doing well?” asked Hermione. “Oh yes. Fred says that Galleon Day is the day of the week, when everything sold is pure profit. They have to find someone to run the shop while they’re gone today or close it for lunch. Noon is the busiest time of the day for them. They both work at noon on Galleons Day, usually,” said Luna. “Why did the rest of them leave so early?” asked Hermione. “I don’t know. Ron was grumpy. He wanted to stay here, but Mr. Weasley got very stern with him and Mrs. Weasley pulled his ear,” said Luna. “I suppose that Ginny left too?” said Harry. “Yeah. She didn’t look too happy either,” said Luna. “Why didn’t they let her sleep?” asked Harry. “She was already awake,” said Hermione. “You were up then too?” asked Harry. “Yes and no. Ginny didn’t sleep well. I heard her off and on through the night. I heard Mrs. Weasley when she checked on Ginny this morning. Ginny got up. I went back to sleep,” said Hermione. “Was she having nightmares?” asked Harry. “I don’t really think so. I mean, she wasn’t screaming or anything. She mumbled your name a few times. She would just lie there. I could tell she wasn’t sleeping by her breathing. I was so sleepy that I would fall back asleep. When I turned over, I would wake just enough to tell that she wasn’t sleeping. Harry, what is wrong?” asked Hermione. “You’ll know soon enough,” he said, rising. He grabbed the toast and left the room. He was not in the mood to be talking this morning. There would be plenty of talking in less than an hour. He went up and showered. * * * * * When Harry arrived in the Dining Room, he noticed that Winky had been there. There were two place settings elegantly set out, including candles and a small bouquet. One setting was positioned at the end of the table, the other to its right. On a tea cart positioned at the corner between the two settings, were various drinks to choose from and plates filled with food. “At least Dumbledore will get a good meal,” thought Harry. He knew that before the hour was over, that he would be screaming at Dumbledore again. In the last few years, that was happening far more than Harry could ever have imagined. He hated screaming at Dumbledore, but it happened time and time again. “Good morning, Harry.” “Good morning, sir. Have a seat,” said Harry. Dumbledore chose the chair to the right, instead of the head chair, which he thought would represent the dominator of the meeting. Harry was puzzled but sat in the head chair. “Would you like to eat first?” asked Harry. “Yes. Thank you.” Harry served Dumbledore a drink along with his sandwich and crisps. “Winky is a fine cook. I’m quite fond of her sandwiches. You will not go hungry with her in the house,” said Dumbledore. “That’s for sure. She’s always bullying me to eat.” “Winky bullies you?” “Yes she does, along with the others. Is it normal for house elves to bully you?” asked Harry. “I think it would be most unusual.” “Well, she bullies me about eating. I’m not surprised that she’s different than most house elves. I seem to be surrounded by misfits.” “Ah, but of course. You do seem to draw in rebels.” “Never thought of it that way. Yeah, I do. Anyway, I think she is happy. She likes to decorate the house, it seems to give her pleasure.” “Not many house elves get the opportunity to express any creative talents they may possess. “ “It makes her happy and makes me happy too.” After eating, they sat for a moment, without speaking. “I suppose that I should get the worst of it over,” said Dumbledore. “Arabella Figg was murdered. It has been confirmed.” Harry nodded. He couldn’t think of anything to say. “Which leads us to the Dursleys. I believe them to be in grave danger.” “Why?” “We don’t have any reason for Arabella’s murder. As far as we know, she didn’t have any new or vital information. We do know that instead of going to her sister’s, she decided to go visit a cousin in Leeds. Perhaps they thought she was on her way to pass on some new information to someone. “ “What has that to do with the Dursleys?” “We don’t know. We only know that she is associated with the Dursleys and that she disappeared around the same time that they moved. That is the only connection that we are aware of.” “What would be the point of murdering the Dursleys?” “Perhaps just to hurt you.” “I think it is well known that I don’t get along with the Dursleys.” “Actually it is not well known. But, he probably knows this. He knows much about you.” “So, what’s the point?” “Perhaps there are people in his organization that are mumbling. Perhaps they wonder why the Dark Lord has not defeated you yet. Perhaps he would like to show them that he is capable of destroying the famous Harry Potter’s family, causing you misery. There could be any number of reasons.” “What is taking him so long? It’s been months! Do you think that the spell is too difficult for him?” “No. I have a theory, but only a theory.” “And?” “You are about to come of age. You will be acquiring your full power. He may be waiting for that. It would be worth the wait.” “Do you mean on my birthday, I will get more power?” “Not exactly on your birthday, but there about. You see, around the age of seventeen is the time when wizards come to their full power. It does not come all in one day, but by the end of the year, it should be complete. That is why that age was chosen for adulthood.” “What about Ron and Hermione? I haven’t noticed them having more power.” “I’m sure they have it. You must remember that just because you have magical power, it does not mean that you are capable of using it. You must know a spell or charm in order to cast it. I was born with a great amount of power, but I have had to study to develop my power. I did not become powerful overnight. It takes many years of study. In other words, you have to know how to use the power.” “Oh, I assumed.” “Never assume, Harry,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “Harry, the other day, I did something that I never do. I pushed you into contemplating your feelings for the Dursleys. I stepped over the line. I’m sorry for that. A person needs to understand their feelings for others, in their own time. Sometimes this process takes years. I wanted you to understand sooner. You have so much on your plate at this time. Thinking that the Dursleys are danger, I wanted you to be prepared. Yet, even when we know our hearts, it doesn’t always help. I do not know if this was a mistake or not. I hope if it was a mistake, that you understand that I was only trying to help you.” “Of course,” said Harry, nodding. “So, is there any way of protecting the Dursleys?” “I tried, Harry. They foolishly moved again. Of course, I found them. I’ve put up some wards on their new residence. It will not protect them, but merely warn me if any dark forces try to enter. It is difficult to protect someone who refuses protection. I do not have the man-power to keep them guarded,” said Dumbledore, sighing. “Do you think that I should go talk to them about it?” “No. Right now is not a good time. It may make the situation worse.” “So, in other words, Uncle Vernon is still enjoying blaming me for it all,” said Harry, sourly. Dumbledore nodded. “I see… even though… well… even so, I would like to keep them from harm. If you are warned, would you let me go?” asked Harry, blushing. “If there is time and the situation is right.” Harry nodded. “Harry, I wanted to tell you just how proud of you, I am. You have grown into a fine young man. Yes, a man.” “Uh oh. Here it comes,” thought Harry. He didn’t say anything. “Last night, you revealed just how much you have matured. You saw that something needed to be done and you took action. Although some may have thought that holding the groom hostage was a little extreme, I think it was warranted,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. “You do?” asked Harry. “Of course, you saw a threat and decided to do something about it. Harry, what you and Ginny are doing, takes priority over everything.” “So why didn’t anybody make a plan? I don’t understand. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had months to get ready. They did nothing,” said Harry, miserably. “You are disappointed in Arthur. I could see it in your eyes. You have always respected him, haven’t you?” Harry nodded. “No man is perfect.” “I don’t expect him to be perfect, but I expected… I don’t know… something.” “Arthur is going through a very rough time at the moment, aside from the seriousness of the situation. It probably is very hard for you to understand, but the love for a child is a most special love. Although you do not remember, you shared this love when you were a baby. Your mother demonstrated it to the utmost when she sacrificed herself for you. That is how powerful and strong the love for a child is.” “There is nothing like having a child look up to you with admiration and love. It warms your heart like nothing else. Arthur and Ginny share a special bond. It usually, is not easy for a man, when his daughter marries. Usually, with the dating, the engagement, and then the wedding plans, it gives him time to get used to the idea. This is a normal process that fathers go through. In this case, however, her being his youngest and only daughter, added to her being far too young to marry, and the death threat, it has caused him great distress. In one night, she was taken from him by you, AND her life was put in danger.” “Normally, Arthur is as brave as the next man. He would fight to the death to protect his family, but Ginny happens to be his weakness. He is in shock, Harry. Arthur was paralyzed with fear. He felt that making the wrong move would be devastating. So, he didn’t move.” “This was partly my fault. I left it to them. I believed that the Weasleys would know more about what would be suspicious in their household than I would. Their experience would be invaluable to the situation. Then, of course, you returned early. That as not expected.” “But, they had all that time.” “Harry, being a powerful and respected wizard has its drawbacks. People look to me to have all the answers. Even though, they themselves, have more experience or knowledge of the situation, they tend to believe that I would know better than they. They did not want to make a decision until they had conferred with me.” “But…” “But, of course, things were getting out of hand. You saw the danger, so you acted.” “Arthur did not see the danger. Only YOUR knowledge would show where the danger lie. They have never been around when you three were plotting some mystery. They have only been told, after the deeds were done. You, however, have always been in the midst’s of it and knew the warning signs.” “Arthur never thought to look among themselves for danger. Although, I believe that Molly was beginning to see the danger. Did you notice that Arthur was quick to point to Miss Granger as being the danger?” “Yes. I wondered why he wanted to blame Hermione. Ron was there to see everything, only he knew something was wrong.” “That is because Arthur did not want to believe that danger could come from within his family. He trusts his family.” “What about Percy?” “That is an entirely different matter. But Ron... he did not want to see danger coming from his direction, so he naturally put the blame on Hermione. Also, he never saw how your ‘team’ works. How each person’s part is played. You, however, are well aware of how it works. Knowledge, Harry, knowledge is the key.” “And… of course, they all expected for me to drop in and make all the decisions for them. It is not always a good thing to have a wizard of my reputation around. If I were to be unavailable, I have no doubt that Remus and the Weasleys would have stepped up to the task at an earlier time.” “Do not judge them harshly, Harry. They did exactly what you did. You expected the parents to make the decisions, and rightly so. In their case, they think of me as the parent, so they depended on me to make the decisions. If I had not been around, they would have stepped in and had a plan all worked out.” Harry nodded. “I wanted to commend you on your logical skills. You are now taking each logical step past the one at hand. Seeing how each situation leads to the enemy.” “Because I’m paranoid,” said Harry, bitterly. “You say that as though it is a bad thing. I think you are confusing it with delusional paranoia, that is completely different. Paranoia or fear is an instinct, it helps us to survive. You are not delusional, Harry. Your danger, unfortunately, is very real. Seeing each situation in its context of leading to the enemy, is completely justifiable at this time.” “Go by your instincts, Harry, as you have in the past. You’ve always listened to them, without respect for authority, I might add. This has probably kept you alive all these years. “Not without respect. I have always respected you... only... sometimes you weren’t around or we were running out of time or something,” said Harry, blushing. “Thank you for that, Harry.” “Speaking of... I want you to talk to Snape about coming to the house.” “Professor Snape, Harry.” “Whatever. He has been to the house twice when there wasn’t an Order meeting. I want it to stop,” said Harry, defiantly. “May I ask why?” “I don’t trust him.” “I trust him.” “That may be so, but I don’t. You’ve told me to rely on my instincts. My instincts tell me not to trust him. I don’t want him around Ginny. I know he needs to be at Order meetings, but there is no other reason for him to be in our home.” “I’ll talk to him.” “Please do. I know it may be awkward, but I am firm with my decision. I have already talked to Winky and Dobby. They are not to allow him entrance unless there is an Order meeting.” “All right, Harry.” “Time is drawing near for the next meeting. I have a bit of advice I wanted to share before the meeting. When things are explained, let them fill in some of the blanks. In other words, if they come to some conclusion that is reasonable, let them have it. It will seem far more believable to them, if they assume many of the facts.” Harry nodded. Harry waved his wand and sent the remains of their meal to the tea cart. Dumbledore unsealed the door and removed the Silencing Charm. Dumbledore summoned the others who had been waiting in the Living Room. * * * * |
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