"Dementors? In Little Whinging?" I hear my mum say, outside my bedroom door, "Why that's absurd! Is he okay?"
My eyes snap open, Harry Potter lives in Little Whinging. I look around to make sure Hermione, my friend and roommate, is still asleep in her bed, she is.
"Yes, he took care of them with a protronus, but he was with his muggle cousin, Dudley I think the boy's name is. The Ministry is not happy with him." Sirius Black says gravely as he continues up the stairs.
What the bloodly hell! It was a life or death situation with a muggle that already new about the existence of magic! My mom is right, this is crazy!
I pray to Themis, for order, and justice. Then, I look at the clock 6 am on the dot, I do the only thing else I can do, I go back to sleep.
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When I wake up again, it's half past 10 and I venture down the stairs to the kitchen. Weirdly enough it is empty. I sigh and make some eggs.
After I eat my breakfast and am going up the stairs I hear my mum talking to my father about a meeting The Order of the Phoenix, a wizarding group found by Albus Dumbledore to defending the wizarding and muggle worlds from Lord Voldermort, the most evil wizard in modern history, is having tonight.
Returning to my room, I see Hermione is gone; probably with Ron, my brother. I wish those two would wake up already it's obvious they like each other and honestly I love Hermione so Ron needs to get a move on before someone else asks her out.
I go over to my rucksack and pull out and a bag of dungbombs. Nemphdora Tonks, a member of The Order, taught me how to tell when a door has an Imperturbable Charm. Throwing things at the door and if they don't make contact the door's been charmed, simple yet effective.
I walk towards the stairs until I have a good view of the dining room, where the meeting is taking place, door and proceed to start throwing the dung bombs at the door.
I throw six and none make contact, without a word I creep back up the stairs.
Putting the bag of remaining dungbombs back into my rucksack, I walk to the bathroom. Which is where I hear Harry's voice for the first time in months, technically six but technically three.
I can hear him screaming his head off at Ron, and Hermione, my roommate. CRACK! Oi, Fred and George are starting to get on my nerves, Stuipd apparating.
I run a brush through my long red locks and start walking down the stairs to Ron's room.
"It's worth the risk, that's a major meeting they're having," I can hear saying on the other side of the door.
I open it, and walk through.
"Oh hello, Harry! I thought I heard your voice," I say smiling, I have had a crush on Harry forever but I have a boyfriend now that I really like. His name is Michael Corner, he goes to Hogwarts and he is funny and sweet.
Then, I turn to Fred and George, "It's no go with the Extendable Ears, she's gone and done an Imperturbable Charm on the Kitchen door."
The twins had already told me their plan earlier. They want to listen in on the big order meeting taking place to day, using their new invention Extendable Ears.
"How d'you know?" George asks looking upset.
"Tonks told me how to find out," I reply. "You just chuck stuff at the door and if it can't make contact the door's been Imperturbed. I've been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs, and they just soar away from it, so there's no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap."
My older brother, Fred sighs, "Shame. I really fancied finding out what old Snape's been up to."
Harry's eyes widen, "Snape? Is he here?"
"Yeah," says George, carefully closing the door and sitting down on one of the beds; Fred and I follow. "Giving a report. Top secret."
"Git," says Fred idly.
I'm so happy that Fred and George don't know American slang, it sounds much more vulgar. I am also very glad they have never meet my friends Connor and Travis Stoll, sons of Hermes, it terrifies me to think they would ever meet.
"He's on our side now," says Hermione looking slightly annoyed.
Ron snorts. "Doesn't stop him from being a git. The way he looks at us when he sees us . . ."
"Bill doesn't like him either," I say trying to end the discussion. It works luckily. Bill is my oldest Weasley brother.
"Is Bill here?" Harry asks, "I thought he was working in Egypt."
"He applied for a desk job do he could come home and work for the Order," says Fred. "He says he misses the tombs, but," my brother starts smirking, I roll my chocolate brown eyes, "there are compensations. . ."
"What'd you mean?" Harry asks looking rather confused.
"Remember old Fleur Delacour ?" says George. "She got a job at Gringotts to eemprove 'er Eeenglish--"
"-- and Bill's been giving her a lot of private lessons," Fred sniggers.
Oi, my half-brother always obvious. Fleur is a French witch that the lot of us had meet during last year's Triwizard Tournament.
"Charlie's in the Order too," George begins, "but he's still in Romania, Dumbledore wants as many foreign wizards brought in as possible, so Charlie's been trying to make contacts on his days off."
And I've been trying all summer in New York, I think grimly, it didn't turn out too well. Charlie is my second oldest Weasley brother.
"Couldn't Percy do that?" Harry asks. I stiffen at the name of my third oldest half-brother. I look at my other brothers, and Hermione.
"Whatever you do, don't mention Percy in front of Mum and Dad," Rom says tensely.
"Why not?"
Oh, his green eyes are crinkling with a layer of confusion and apprehension.
"Because every time Percy's name is mentioned, Dad breaks whatever he's holding and Mum starts crying," Fred says.
I think of my mum bawling, and all the broken plates back at the Burrow.
"It's been awful," I say sadly.
Zoning out I think about how awful my brother has been. I hear Harry whistle. Looking over to him, I frown. His temper is rising, and he is starting to look like my friend Percy Jackson when his mad. Harry's emerald eyes become a lighter green, and his facial features morph into rage. I almost laugh at his similarity to Percy J.
Percy came to camp last year, the first son of Poseidon there. He's nice, and good friends with my best friend Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. I can totally tell she has a crush on him, though she'll take on a drakon before admitting it.
"I didn't ask-- I didn't want -- Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry stutters, bring me back to reality. "I got famous because he murdered my family but couldn't kill me! Who wants to be famous for that? Don't they think I'd rather --"
"We know, Harry," I say.
"And of course, they didn't report a word about the dementors attacking you," says Herimone. "Someone's told them to keep that quiet. That should've been a really big story, out-of-control dementors. That haven't even reported that you broke the International Statute of Secrecy-- we thought they would, it would tie in so well with this image of you as some stupid show-off-- we think they're biding their until you're expelled, then thyme really going to go to town- I mean, if your expelled, obviously," she went on hastily, "you shouldn't be, not of they abide by their own laws, there's no case against you."
"Uh-oh," Harry whispers as footsteps come up the stairs.
Fred pulled the Extendable Ears up; he and George vanish with a loud crack. Then, I see my mum ( step-mum I never really know what to call her in my head) in the doorway.
"The meeting's over, you can come down and have dinner now, everyone's dying to see you, Harry. And who's left all those Dungbombs outside the kitchen door?"
"Crookshanks," I say knowing she'll believe me. "He loves playing with them."
"Oh," my mum says, "I thought might have been Keacher, he keeps doing odd things like that. Now don't forget to keep your voices down in the hall. Ginny, your hands are filthy, what have you been doing? Go and wash them before dinner, please . . . "
I flinch, and follow my mum out of the room. After I walk into the bathroom by the stairs, and wash up.