-Chapter 3-

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Ginny and Hermione dragged me down another creaky corridor and into their room. I stumbled through the doorway, and Ginny closed the door behind us. I look up from my feet to see a bedroom with two large messy beds and one mattress on the floor. A dresser to my right and a large window on the far wall, with two thick patterned grey curtains hanging at its sides. Though it was obvious that the girls had attempted to dust, there was still a grey layer on every surface. A pile of mess slumped in the corner to my right, bits of old fabric and torn parchment sticking out. The floor is a dark wood, with a large rug covering most of it. My eyes land on my bags, which sit at the end of the mattress. Hermione walks over to the far bed and plonks herself down. 

"I know it's not much," she says, "but we're only here for a few more days. Ignore the mess in the corner- Creature said he'd clean it up but he hasn't," 

"Hermione doesn't want to hassle him, though he only really answers to Sirius-" Ginny says,

"He will do it when he has time!" Hermione says. Ginny gives me a look. 

"All we need to do is ask Sirius to tell him to-"

"NO, HE WILL Do It," Hermione snaps stubbornly,

"I'm assuming Creature is a house elf?" I say, shaking my head in amusement, "Honestly Ginny, I thought you'd know better after the S.P.E.W episode," Hermione rolls her eyes, throwing a pillow at me.

I chuckle, watching as Ginny goes and sits down on the other single. I walk over to my mattress, which has been neatly made with clean blankets and a white pillow. I sit down cross-legged and look around. Light comes in the window, catching the specks of dust that are floating through the air. Hermione promptly sneezes. 

"Why did you guys stop writing to me? I haven't gotten any letters in weeks," 

"What?!" They both shoot up, looking at me wide-eyed. 

"I've sent you letters!"

"So have I!"

"Well, I haven't received any," I scowl, looking down at my hands. When I stopped getting letters I'd been heartbroken. They were my only company over the holidays. 

"Maybe-" Hermione winces, "Maybe Dumbledore stopped them,"

My eyes snap up to her, and I glare, "He wouldn't-"

"No! It's just we haven't been allowed to write to Harry, maybe that applied to you too and we-"

"You haven't been allowed to write to Harry? Why?"

Hermione and Ginny glance at each other, "We don't know, Clara, We just weren't allowed to. Mum was even checking our mail- I'm sorry, we stopped getting letters from you too, but we kept writing. Hermione assumed Dumbledore or someone was stopping them from getting through," Ginny says,

Just then, I hear a curfuffle downstairs, loud voices and the clattering some something falling to the ground. The click of a door shutting. I bolt upright. That must be Harry. I scramble off the mattress, messing up the neatly made sheets, and out of the room. Down the corridor and over the landing. I thump down the stairs the first flight of stairs, and around the corner. My eyes fall on Mrs Weasely in her yellow dress, hugging a boy. He has dark messy hair and glasses and a bemused but grateful expression on his face as he hugs her. 

"Harry!" I grin, and Mrs Weasely lets go of him as he turns to see me. He grins back. I race down the stairs and wrap my arms around him, hugging him hard. He squeezes me, before letting go. "Are you alright? What happened?" 

He shakes his head, "It's complicated. It's really good to see you," 

I smile, "It's really good to see you too, come on," I grab his arm and drag him up the stairs. I pull him through the open door to what looks like Ron's room. He follows me in. I jump out of the way of Hermione, who runs up to Harry and hugs him like I did. 

"Harry! Oh- Are you alright? We overheard them talking about the dementor attack," She walks him into the room, though he walks passed her and looks away, "You must tell us everything."

"Let him breathe Hermione!"

"And this hearing at the ministry- it's just outrageous! I've looked it up they simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair!"  Hermione exclaims, watching as Harry walks through the room, eyes almost glazed over like he wasn't really paying all that much attention. 

"Yeah, there's a lot of that going around at the moment." He hesitates, "So what is this place?"

"It's headquarters, for the Order of the Pheonix- A secret society Dumbledore set up the first time Voldemort, uh, happened," I say, crossing my arms and watching as Harry looks around the room, then he turns to us, 

"You couldn't of put any of this in a letter I suppose? I've gone all summer without a scrap of news!" He says, anger underlying his words, 

"I wrote to you!" I but in, looking at him in disbelief, 

"No, you didn't," He shakes his head. I glance at Hermione. 

"Maybe Dumbledore was intercepting my letters to Harry as well..." 

"What? Dumbledore did this?"

"We wanted to write mate, we really did, only-"

"Only Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything. I didn't think it applied to Clara as well but-" 

"Dumbledore said that?" Harry turns to me, "Have you been getting my letters?" I shake my head, "Wh-Why would he want to keep us in the dark?! Maybe we could help!"

Suddenly, with a loud pop, the twins are on either side of Harry. 

"Harry!"

"Thought we heard your dulcet tones,"

"Don't bottle it up though mate, let it out," 

"But if you're all done shouting,"

"Wouldn't you like to hear something a bit more interesting?"

It turns out the twins plan was to lower one end hearing device they'd made that was two ear-like things connected by some kind of string down to the first floor to listen to the meeting going on behind the closed door. The plan went well until Crookshanks decided the ear downstairs looked like a nice snack. Finally, after half an hour of waiting, it was time for dinner. We had all barrelled down the stairs and made our way into the kitchen. The walls were covered in shelves of plates and other crockery, and in the centre sat a large long table and almost spanned the full length of the room. I think the kitchen must be the lightest and warmest room in the house. After Harry and I had made some final greetings, everyone sat down around the table. The noise of cheerful chatter fills the room as we begin to eat. 

"It's very, very peculiar. It seems that your hearing at the ministry is to be before the entire wizard court," Mr Weasely explains to Harry, while I listen in.

"I don't understand. What has the Ministry of Magic have against me?" Harry asks, and the table falls silent. 

"Show them. They'll find out soon enough." Moody growls from where he stands in the corner. Harry and I glance at each other. Kingsley who is sitting on the other side of Harry takes out a copy of the Daily Prophet and hands it to us. Harry and I watch as a picture of us on the front cover from the Triwizard Tournament moves over the paper, with the words 'The Twins Who Lie?' printed in bold above it. I look up at Harry, 

"Now, He's been attacking Dumbledore as well. Fudge is using all his power, including his influence of the Daily Prophet to smear anyone to claims the Dark lord is back, or, indeed, that believe that you two are actually related," Sirius explains. 

"But they did a DNA test! I AM Harry's sister!" I fume, early in the Summer, the Ministry had demanded a DNA test be done. 

"Yeah, why are they doing this?" Harry asks, looking around the table,

"The Minister thinks Dumbledore is after his job," Lupin says, folding his hands together,

"That's insane! No one in their right mind would-"

"Exactly the point Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. No fear makes people to terrible things Harry, the last time Voldemort gained power he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear." Lupin glances around the table at everyone's mournful faces,  "And now he's returned and I'm afraid the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth." 

"We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again," Sirius begins, and I can feel the tension around the table grow, "fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command and not just witches and wizards, but all manner of dark creatures. He's been recruiting heavily, and we've been attempting to do the same, but gathering followers is not the only thing he's interested in." Sirius continues, and the tension around the table is tangible. He's not meant to be saying this much. 

"We believe, Voldemort may be up to something."

"Sirius-" Moody cuts in,

"Something he didn't have last time,"

"What? Like a weapon?" I ask, and Sirius opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by Mrs Weasely. 

"No. That's enough. They're just children! Say much more and you may as well induct them into the order right away." 

"Good! We want to join!" Harry says, and Sirius leans back in his chair, smirking. "If Voldemort's raising an army-"

"We want to fight," I say. 

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I promise Draco will show up soon ok it's just taking a bit to get through the first bit. 

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