So, this is still unfinished(as you will probably guess, seing as it is called "One Week", and only goes until Wendesday. I think I'll continue soon, now I'm done with my various term papers. Disclaimer: All characters and the general concepts used for this story belong to J.K. Rowling. This was written solely for my own entertainment, no money is being made. Some notes: There are no French accents in this story, not because I consider them all to speak good English, but because I am glad when I can write accent-free English. Also, I don’t consider Fleur to be all vain and shallow. I consider her kind of the Elle Woods of the wizarding world (In case you’d ask, Elle Woods is the one from Legally Blonde: A pretty little Barbie Doll, but clever nevertheless…) The places of the investigations mentioned in the context of the Auror investigation are not coincidentally the three Torbay cities, but because I have been there and I might need the knowledge of the landscape for my text. The points of view are ALL female, because I’ve always had problems writing from a male perspective, or better, that of a male in or beyond puberty. For obvious reasons, I guess.
Ships that might occur: Not so sure whether all of these will occur at some point, but the couples I am “shipping” (not actively or something) are Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, Remus/Tonks, Arthur/Molly, Luna/Neville and Fred/Angelina. So, whether anything happens where I use these is not sure, but definitely nothing will contradict them. Anyway, on a site note…did you notice all of these except the Luna/Neville one are canon or at least canonically mentioned? (This information was useless, but whatever)
Despite the beautiful summer morning outside, the blonde young woman was enraged. Nothing was working out the way she had planned it. And it was her wedding, after all. No, Fleur was definitely not in a good mood. First, her friends from school had reclined from coming, just because of that stupid war. As if her wedding was not more important! Then she had needed weeks to find her perfect dress and now she had finally found it, she found no fitting shoes. Of course, it was not only about dresses and shoes, but they had to be perfect in order for her day to be perfect. And yet…it was, she pondered, as if someone had jinxed her special day. And now she thought about it…someone probably had. After all, there were so many people who were envious of her and Bill, and of the fact that she was getting married now. All these people Bill and his parents had insisted of inviting…there’d probably be more people at her wedding who didn’t like her than those who did. She watched the cutlery on the table. Someone had still not come down and had breakfast. Ginny, she thought. A weird little girl. But no wonder, with six brothers and these - debatable – social contacts of hers. If she compared that girl to her sweet little Gabrielle… As if on cue, the subject of her ponderings walked into the kitchen and claimed loudly that the Seer doing the weather forecast had predicted rain for her wedding day!
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Ginny
The sun was shining already when Ginny got up. She got out of bed, yawning deeply, grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. While brushing her hair, she turned on the small radio. Maybe the Wizarding Wireless Network would bring a cool song. Singing along to music she liked was always the best way to start the day, in Ginny’s opinion. But this morning, she was out of luck. Constantin the Weather Seer was just predicting the weather for the rest of the week. Ginny didn’t like this guy, and yet she left the radio show turned on while brushing her teeth. “…and in the late evening on Friday, there will be more and more clouds, Temperatures will be up to 40°C by then, dear listeners. On Saturday, the rain will start, and I even see some rather violent summer storms coming at us…oh my! So, if you are intending to do a barbecue this weekend, better do it on Friday…” When he started to laugh artificially, Ginny reached over and turned the radio off. Maybe she could tick off Fleur with that message, though. Yes it was childish, and yet, it was very satisfying; especially after that stupid doll had called her “not really a girl” last night. So when she walked into the kitchen, she began to talk lengthily about the weather forecast, as though there was nothing more important in the world. And she was rewarded when Fleur reacted exactly the way she had thought she would- by throwing a tantrum.
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Tonks
She was nothing but tired. Not only had they been running around somewhere in Paignton half the night, following an anonymous tip-off that there might be a Death Eater attack somewhere there, now they also had to sit here playing scribes for an interview with a suspect another team had arrested. Why the others couldn’t do that themselves was beyond Nymphadora Tonks’ understanding. They probably had preferred enjoying the beautiful day outside to sitting in a small, overheated interrogation room. Tonks was sharing a table with her colleague Samantha Malling. Sam was currently the one writing, giving Tonks a bit time to think. She let her thoughts stray, thinking about their search in Paignton last night. Somehow, she had a feeling to have missed something. When she had been small, she had often gone to Torquay with her parents on their holidays, and had remembered many trips to Paignton while being there last night. They’d always gone over there because her mother was convinced that the beach in Paignton was way better. She herself had never been able to make out a difference between the two beaches. Just when she was thinking about how she had collected seashells all day long, something the man they were interrogation said caught her attention. If he was really in with the Death Eaters, and the date he had just mentioned was correct (and a weird coincidence it would be if it wasn’t), then they were going to have quite some trouble.
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Monday, 11 a.m.
Fleur
Finally, they were here. Her maman and Gabrielle had arrived. She showed them into her room (actually, it was the twins’ old room) and was generally glad to finally have someone who understood her worries and did not think her wish for perfect shoes was petty or ridiculous. No, her sister and her mother would understand. Gabrielle had even brought this beautiful ornamented hairpin, so she could have “something borrowed”! Had anyone here ever bothered to think about this? No. Her problems were always something they did not consider important enough. If she would ever have a real problem, no one would even listen. Now, she’d take maman shopping for shoes. And maybe Ginny could show Gabrielle around a bit during that time. Gabrielle would probably have a very good influence on her.
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Ginny
She had known Fleur’d get back to her for that weather report thing. As if it was her fault. Ginny was muttering angrily to herself while walking up the stairs to collect Fleur’s sister. If any of her brothers had seen the look on her face right then, they would have run away. If her little sister was only half as bad as Fleur herself, Ginny would rather show her some of the nicer jinxes she knew than the house. She opened the door to find Gabrielle looking on one of the beds, looking angry as well. “Hi, Gabrielle. I am to show you around the house a bit.” The girl looked at her and mumbled something vague that might have been a greeting. Then Gabrielle’s voice suddenly grew loud: “I don’t need someone to keep me occupied all the time, just because my own sister thinks shoes are more important than me, after I haven’t seen her for almost a year?” Then she got up despite her obvious distaste, and as she followed Ginny down the stairs, the older girl thought she might just have found herself an ally in an unlikely place.
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Tonks
She had said no when Sam had asked her for lunch in the cafeteria. Usually, she would have done it, Sam was nice all right, but today she had something more important to do. Something that could make the difference between life and death, that’s what it was. But of course she couldn’t tell Sam about it. It was Order business, after all. And then there was the little something Sam must never find out about this interview. She had left the interrogation room quick, before her colleague could follow her, signed herself off for a lunch break and apparated back home. Two months ago, this would have done no good, for there would have been no one there to help her. But now this had changed. Pity she would have to stick to raising the alarm this time. Remus was sitting on the small balcony when she entered the flat, reading some book or other. He looked up when he saw her stand in the doorway, put the book down and asked her: “Are you not supposed to stay at work until late afternoon? Or did they give you off because of the heat?” (A.N: There is no English word for “hitzefrei”)She returned the smile he gave her, but became serious again as soon as she had sat down across from him. “I am here because I need a second opinion on this information. We were interviewing someone who’s supposedly a Death Eater and he admitted that there’s a major attack planned to happen soon. One helped along by an unsuspected insider.” She took the copy of the report she had made out of her back, the copy no one must ever know about, and handed it to him across the table. He read it and his face grew more and more concerned as he did so. Finally, Remus put the report down and nodded: “We have to raise an alarm. Immediately.”
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Luna
She had been doing some shopping down in the village, and thought that while she was there; she could just as well go and visit Ginny for a while. It was so much closer from here than from home, and she didn’t want to spend the afternoon at home alone. Her daddy was not there until late in the evening, he was at the office. So Luna shouldered her big tie-dyed bag and walked to the Burrow, only stopping once on the way to check whether she had really seen an Elventrich fly by. But it had obviously seen her, too, and become scared of her, because it had made itself invisible. She walked through the protection spells, noticing nothing but a small sizzling feeling, because she was officially one of the persons allowed to enter without being checked first. When she came closer to the house, she saw Ginny sitting in the long grass in the garden, with a girl Luna didn’t know, and so she hesitated. Most people were so rude to her. Just because she did not let herself be oppressed by all the conspiracies going on around her. But her friend had already seen her and waved. Luna waved back, straightened her t-shirt which bore the writing “I allow myself the luxury of an own opinion” in big yellow letters, and walked towards the two other girls. “Hi, Luna.” Ginny greeted her. “Look, this is Gabrielle, Fleur’s younger sister. Gabrielle, this is Luna, a friend of mine from school.” “Hello, Gabrielle. Did you bring the Elventrich then? I hear there are much more of them on the main land, because they fear that an island, like Great Britain, could sink some day.” Whether Gabrielle had not understood this, or did not know how to answer to this, she simply answered “Nice to meet you.”
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Monday 12 a.m.
Ginny
Things became way more interesting after Luna had turned up. Gabrielle was not really bad company, but she did seem to be rather shy, not talking much. Of course Ginny understood that. If someone had forced her to spend an entire summer in a foreign country and only known two people, she would have been afraid as well. But now she enjoyed listening to Luna’s newest theories about weird creatures like Elventriches. When her mother called them for lunch, Luna simply tagged along. She had been coming over frequently over the last few weeks, and Ginny sometimes wondered if she was simply glad to have a friend to visit, or whether she was trying to push to a limit and have them tell her to go home. Luna always behaved nice and polite. They had just sat down when the message came. Ginny saw her mother’s face when she read it and followed her outside instantly when she saw her mother beckoning her to do so. She could predict that this was about the Order. Some kind of business she would not get her mother to tell her, sadly. Her mother went and told her to ask Luna over for the night, if she wanted to, and that she would ask Fred and George over to take care of them. Ginny did not really think that this was a very good choice to “take care” of someone, but she did not object and instead returned to the kitchen.
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Monday, 2 p.m.
Fleur
These shoes were absolutely perfect. Now she would just get these bridesmaid dresses and bring them back home, as a surprise for Gabby and Ginny. They were probably not even expecting this before Wednesday. Her mother was chatting happily as they made their way back to the closest access point for the Floo network. For once Fleur did not listen. She had a feeling of foreboding. A foreboding she had had since this weather report the same morning. Why this connected to anything, she had no idea at all. But it was still there. When they arrived back with their various shopping bags, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Molly told them they had gone over to the pond to swim a bit with that weird girl, Luna, who lived on the other side of the village. Fleur did not really like her since she had suspected her of being in with a conspiracy that had something to do with subliminal messages planted in sleeper’s dreams or something. But she chose to ignore the weird creature for no, and instead went over and told them to come into the house as fast as they could. Then she went back to the house, just in case they would choose to draw her into the water or something. She didn’t think Gabrielle would do it, but Ginny and that Luna…In the house she spread the dresses over her bed, and waited for them. The look on their faces would be so great.
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Minerva
Whatever it was, it had to be urgent. Just what she needed, on top of anything. The last weeks had been chaotic, to say the least. It was the middle of the war, everything around them was havoc, but that was not enough, no, she had to be in charge of it. Everyone was expecting her to do something and to do great. But at the moment, she had no idea of how to do it. Now she had indeed been given the permission to reopen the school, she had the problem of finding not only one, but a couple of new teachers, for several of her colleagues had resigned, fearing to be in danger if they stayed at the school. She vaguely remembered someone telling her that most Muggle teachers were teaching not one but two subjects. If that would hold true for wizards as well, she would not have trouble now. But finding teachers was one of the less important problems Minerva McGonagall was facing at the moment. She had also been put in the position of leading the Order. And if she was honest to herself, she had no idea what to do with them. This meeting tonight would just be one more example of her trying to find a way to make them believe she could lead them. And she understood why they did not. She was no real replacement for Albus Dumbledore, had never been one. And she knew everyone else knew this as well. Sometimes she feared it wouldn’t be much less effective if she disbanded the Order. Simply put an end to the pretending to be something she was not. But at the moment her problem was more urgent. The message from Nymphadora had been short and yet worrying. What could be so urgent that it required a meeting immediately?
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Tonks
Concentrating on her work was even harder that afternoon. She had to work on the case her own team was resigned to again, and so she spent most of the time walking along the coast between Paignton and Brixham. The coast there was full of cliffs and wild vegetation, and there were many places to hide someone or something there. In fact, getting there in the first place was a suspicious thing to do, for there was no other visible access to the wilderness there than by boat, and going too close to those cliffs with a boat would also be a considerable danger. They had apparated in, but working there was also a problem because twice an hour, boats full of tourists drove by, full of tourists who were making photographs of the very landscape they were working in. And if they checked these photos later and saw some of the Ministry people on them, there would be trouble. So they were working and hiding at the same time, which proved to be a very difficult task indeed. As she had done last night, Tonks could not help but think that there was one thing she had missed about all this business. And then there was the impending meeting in the evening, which she was rather anxious about as well. She knew this must be much more confusing for all the others, who didn’t even know why they would be called in for a meeting all of a sudden. But knowing it, they would not feel much better, if they considered what this could possibly mean. She shuddered at the thought, despite the fact that the sun was rather hot.
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Ginny
Atrocious. There was no other word for this dress. It was exactly the right thing to wear if you wanted to play a living statue on some corner of London. A metallic gold colour, and made of some stiff fabric. Plus, it had a big ribbon at the back. If she wore this, Ginny mused, she’d probably look like a cross between a Christmas gift and a trophy. Exactly the image she’d always gone for, the more sarcastic part of her brain added. It did not help her acceptance of the dress either that Luna was laughing so hard that she had to hold on to the windowsill for support. Gabrielle, Ginny noticed, looked rather pleased, however. She did not look like a trophy, also, but like the kind of angels people sometimes put in their windows as Christmas decorations. Of course, Gabrielle was looking just great. It was just her who looked ridiculous. And she felt that way, too. Overdressed and stupid. She was so not looking forward to walking around all Saturday looking like this. And it was supposed to be a hot day, as well. Somehow Ginny felt like accidentally-on purpose ripping the oh so wonderful dress now. But this was no use anyway, not if the people around you knew how to repair things with magic. Sighing, she put the dress back on the bed and took her own clothes. She felt way more comfortable in this. And she was up to go down and face the others.
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Monday, 4 p.m.
Molly
Only three hours until she had to leave. And now Fleur’s mother insisted to be taken along to the meeting. Of course she could not just go there, like it was some party. The Order had to keep its secrets, and they could not just take whoever to their headquarters when they were having an emergency meeting. Molly was worried about this meeting. Actually, she had spent the last two years being nothing but worried. Sometimes she wished she wouldn’t have got into that situation at all, but she knew that it was right what she was doing. She also felt worried about leaving the twins in charge at home. They would probably scare all the visitors off at once, or poison everyone with a yet untested new invention of theirs. She had, of course, told them not to, but the way they had obediently replied with “Of course not, mum.” was making her a little bit suspicious. She would, at least, prepare dinner before leaving for London. This way, she thought, no one would have the chance to make a mess out of her kitchen. Now she also had to floo Luna’s father to ask him if it was okay that his daughter stayed over for the night. As if she didn’t have to do enough with the wedding preparations!
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Tonks
She had just come in from work, thrown her stuff into a corner and dropped herself down on the bed, claiming that she would not get up from there before they had to go to the meeting at seven. Lying on the bed did, however, not keep her from eating the sandwiches Remus had brought her before sitting down beside her on his side of the bed. It was so sweet of him to do that, she thought. Especially because it was almost the same every day. She wished she could somehow take a holiday. The workload was rising and rising. Maybe this would get better any time in the future, but she doubted it. As long as the war was not over, there would always be more than enough work. Half the time, there was nothing happening when they were called in. But that was always the better half. It was much worse to really arrive at a crime scene and have to fight Death Eaters. And worst were still the cases where they arrived too late and could not do anything. The constant tiredness was, after all, bearable if it was for a reason. And if Minerva really managed to convince Scrimgeour to have her as one of the squad guarding Hogwarts again, she would maybe have a bit more of a regulated schedule. Or maybe not. Tonks did not even realise when the musings turned into dreams, but somehow she realised it when she was being hunted down the beach of Paignton by seashells in masks. The weirdness of that dream woke her.
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Luna
Of course her daddy would not force her to come home when she was invited. As a matter of fact, he had been telling Mrs Weasley for more than an hour how happy he was that Luna had finally found some friends. He had of course noticed that no one ever invited her or wrote to her. Now, through the D.A., she had not only Ginny as a best friend, but she also had Ginny’s brothers and Harry and Hermione and Neville. It was really so nice to have friends who understood her and helped her and told her something about them. And she had already planned what they could do this evening. Oh it would be so much fun. She had read about it in one of the magazines lying in the bathroom (the other ones had been about how to make flower decorations for big tables and something or other in French. Probably some very suspicious business. She should learn French some day. All the secret plans Fleur and her sister could have written down in there, and they’d never be able to tell!). Anyway, but this article about girls’ nights had been very interesting. She had never done anything like this before, and that was why it would be so much fun. She supposed Ginny and Gabrielle had no idea of it yet. But they’d like it. And if not, they could still go out and catch the Elventrich, but only if Ginny knew where the cinnamon was.
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Ginny
She had the funny feeling that this was going to be a very strange night indeed. Despite what the weather report had said this morning, dark clouds were coming from the east. Luna was acting weird and talking about something wonderful she had planned for tonight and that ever since she had come out of the toilet. What great ideas could one probably have in their small bathroom? And Luna’s ideas were not always what other people would call “normal”, either. Meanwhile, her mother was bustling around and hurrying to prepare enough food for a small army, just in case she would come back late. Ginny guessed that her mother was not really nervous about them not having anything to eat, but nervous about leaving them alone in general. And eating all night long was not really that bad. Probably better than what they were supposed to be doing otherwise. Ginny herself was sitting outside in the long grass again, together with Luna, watching the clouds come closer. The sun seemed to lose intensity, yet the heat seemed to become even more unbearable. The storm that was obviously coming somehow seemed like a sign for events that would come. Darkness and danger. Drawing herself out of these disturbing thoughts, she went back to listening to Luna’s chatting.
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Monday 7 p.m.
Tonks
The wind had increased, but that did not help. The wind was so hot that it seemed to come out of an oven, and just as they walked up the few steps to the front door of the headquarters, the first distant thunder sounded. Like in one of the movies she sometimes watched with her father. In these movies, whenever someone said something of importance, something grave, distant thunder underlined it. Only in reality, the thunder did not feel so ridiculous and exaggerated. Probably because no one had said anything yet. Everyone had gathered in the small basement kitchen, and she became nervous. She did not really like talking in front of people. But at the same time, she knew she had to do it. After all, she was the one who had really heard all of this herself. She didn’t dare to look at anyone, but instead looked at a place somewhere above the stove when she started to tell about the interview. And about what the suspect had told. He had given information on a planned attack. An attack on the Order. Anyway, his knowledge of them was scary. He seemed to know half the names, the addresses, and where they could be at what time. When she finished, everyone looked at her as though she could solve the problems they had just learned of.
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Minerva
An insider. Of course, they had had one. Dedalus’ question on how anyone could have got that information seemed ridiculous to her. As if they didn’t already know. She had, however, not realised until today how far the treason would go. The trouble this caused them now. She knew at once that there was even more to be organised by now. She had to find safe places for each and everyone whose name and address had occurred at the list Nymphadora had heard from the man the same morning. Outside the storm was raging and she felt like laying down on her bed and hide under the cover, like she had done during storms throughout her childhood. Only now, she couldn’t. She had to help these people. They were, after all, looking at her for help. Were they? Were they really expecting anything from her? She would have to find a way, however. She already had an idea. It had been the thought of childhood that had brought the idea to her. And it was a good enough idea to keep everybody safe until she had found a final solution.
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Ginny
What a promising evening. Not only had Fred and George managed to slip a weird substance (which made you talk in languages you didn’t even know for about half an hour) into the pudding, now Luna wanted to talk about relationships and play things like truth or dare. Ginny made a mental note to destroy that magazine in the bathroom as soon as she got up tomorrow. Gabrielle didn’t seem to think England was so great any more, for she had hid beneath Ginny’s bed. Obviously she was more afraid of thunder than anything. At first, she hadn’t even noticed, being all caught up in telling them all about a boy called Pierre who went to Beauxbatons with her. But then there had been one clap of thunder that was so loud that she gave a scream and hid there. Ginny had already given up on trying getting her out of there. Now Ginny was listening to Luna trying to confide her own problems. Ginny herself did not really want to discuss her love life at the moment, for it had taken a way less than fortunate turn. And despite the fact that she respected Luna as being a good friend, she did not feel like crying in front of her.
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Monday, 11 p.m.
Molly
She wondered whether anybody else was still awake. Arthur didn’t seem to have been so troubled by this news; he had already fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. One ore reason she could not find sleep yet. Relocation. Of course it would be the safest way for them all, but still she did not like the thought of leaving her home and just go to God only knows where. And the wedding guests…oh there would be so many problems. How was she going to handle all this trouble? They had to leave the next day, and go to headquarters for the time being; at least until they had found a solution to hake the private homes safe again. It took very long for Molly to finally fall asleep, and when she did, it was a troubled sleep.
Great. Just great. Because she had to be at work at eight o’clock, they had to move their things to Grimmauld Place before that, which meant even less sleep. And sleep was valuable enough. After all, Tonks thought as she carried a suitcase to the front door, they’d probably be among the first to arrive and thus, they’d be able to choose which room they wanted. The room they did chose was a rather large bedroom on the first floor, with high windows and a small bathroom going off it from one side. She dropped herself on the large double-bed and looked up at the ceiling above her. This room had to be cleaned and redecorated, that much was certain. Maybe she could ask for a few days off? Like that was going to work. But she decided to do it anyway.
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Molly
She had not slept very well, waking up at least four times. When she woke again, at 5:49, she had decided to just give up trying to go back to sleep and start to organise moving. Molly sat down at the living room table and began her work by writing a list of what to pack and what to do. And she had to think about organising food as well, because no one else would probably think about it. Then she had to make sure all of her children would come over and be safe as well. And on top of it all, she’d have to bring her guests over to that derelict old house and find a solution on where to celebrate the wedding.
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Tuesday 9 a.m.
Luna
Waking up here was quite different than waking up in her own room, at home. Her room was full of powerful things no one ever paid attention to, her walls were full of paper with information written on it, and magazines and books were lying everywhere. She also never opened the dark curtains, because the light could destroy some of the effects of her prized possessions. Ginny’s room was quite different. Not only were the curtains of a light pastel yellow and let the early sunlight in despite being closed, but also did the room look rather tidy. A couple of photographs were pinned to the walls, but except for them, everything seemed rather empty. Luna liked lying awake watching the room while Ginny was still asleep. But today, she did not have much time for it, because she was just counting how many flowers were in that vase on the desk, when a knock on the door woke her friend up.
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Ginny
Being woken by her mother and told that they had to leave for Grimmauld Place gave Ginny a strange feeling of déjà-vu. The day when all this had already happened two years ago had been sunny and hot as well, and yet…So much was different now, so much had changed, she mused while stuffing her clothes, some books and other stuff into her suitcase. Her mum had ordered dad to bring Luna home at once, not even five minutes ago, and she was all of a sudden alone in her room, with little time left and much to pack. She had known that the subject of the meeting was something of great importance, but she had not realised how much influence on her own life this would have. Her mother had not told her what this was all about, but she’d soon enough manage to get at least a general picture.
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Fleur
She was feeling rather ill again. Sometimes she wondered whether she should go and let herself be checked over, because it had been like this for almost two weeks. But she had no time to be sick right now. It was already Tuesday, and on Sunday it was her wedding day! She decided that it was just that terrible English weather that made her feel so ill. There was a note from Billie on the table. She read it while her mother looked over her shoulder. It didn’t matter if she read it, for- other than her two children- Mireille Delacour did not understand more than a few English words. And while reading on, her daughter wished for once that she couldn’t understand it, either. That way, she would at least have an excuse not to do what was asked of her.
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Tuesday 12 a.m.
Tonks
This was all very weird. There was no other way to describe it. What had made Mr Robards give her a leave of absence from Thursday to Sunday? She would have thought that, given the current situation, he would not grant such a request. If she wouldn’t know it any better, she’d think that someone else had gone to him before she had, and influenced her boss to do it. But who could’ve known about her asking for it in the first place? Then another thought struck her. A supposed attack on Thursday, wasn’t that what the man they had questioned yesterday had said? What if this meant that someone was making sure she would be at home, and not in her office. For a moment this made her uneasy. But when she went back to her report, all these thoughts were suddenly wiped away. She suddenly knew what she had missed about the Paignton case.
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Ginny
She had managed to get the same room she’d lived in last time at Grimmauld Place. Last time she’d been sharing it with Hermione, though. She would have to ask her mother whether Harry, Ron and Hermione would be taken here as well. If there was a danger, it surely would be organised to bring them here as well? But for now, she decided, she’d just get settled in and leave her mother alone. Mum had seemed rather stressed when they had arrived here; a fact that had not been helped by Fleur’s constant complaining that everyone was doing this just to spoil her wedding, and Fleur’s mother talking in loud and angry-sounding French. No, Ginny knew to keep her mouth shut until her mother had calmed down. Otherwise, she’d probably be the target of the next bout of anger, for one reason or another. She decided to wait until dinner and concentrated on pinning the photos from her room at home to the walls of her new room.
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Tuesday 3 p.m.
Sybil
There were grave happenings ahead. She felt this stronger than ever and had, thus decided to consult the Fates. It was, after all, the role they had meant her for, to help those who were not able to See for themselves. The darkness that the crystal ball showed her was, however, so intense that she had to gasp for air. A dark doom so dramatic was about to happen that it might change the course of history forever. For a second, a voice inside her head told her to confirm this result with a second medium. But she decided against it, and instead got up to inform the others. After all, who was she to doubt the information given to her by Fate?
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Tonks
“And then it just came to me: the account this witness gave us cannot be correct.” she said loudly to her assembled colleagues. “Why? He stated clearly that he had seen that person at the beach at precisely 8:30 in the evening of Saturday.” Ernest Proudfoot asked puzzled. “Yes, and we did find traces of Dark magic” Samantha added. Tonks sighed. “I do not doubt that there was something going on there. I’m only saying that this testimony can’t be right. I told you, I’ve been there rather often when I was a child…and it can’t be right that this person was standing at the beach at that time of the evening. It’s the high tide in the evening, and because the beaches are not that big, they are completely gone. So if the person the man described to us had really stood there, he would have had to stand in knee-deep water. And these footprints the witness claimed to have seen shortly afterwards could not have been there at all.” A stunned silence followed these words. “Do you maybe think that the man was somehow under a Confundus charm?” Samantha finally added. “He might be.” Jake Williamson said. “But he might also be involved and could have lead us on a wrong trace.” They accepted it. It was not such a stupid theory after all. On the one hand, Tonks was rather glad, but on the other hand, she had a feeling she would spend some more time running around the Torbay area before her holiday started.
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Molly
She had taken the task of cleaning the kitchen to herself after assigning Fleur and her family to one of the spare rooms on the second floor. They had disappeared in it and not reappeared yet, and Molly was grateful for it. One might consider it strange, but she somehow thought that housework was the right thing to do while letting your thoughts stray, and she had so many things to think about at the moment that it was quite a relief to her. She had managed to convince the twins to come over after closing their shop in the evening, and at last consider the possibility of moving in here as well. Some of the others had also arrived in the meantime. By the looks of it, Minerva seemed to be keen to squeeze even the last Order member somewhere into her, just in case. Molly feared they’d soon be sick of each other if they kept falling over each other because the house was so full. The others did not seem to consider that risk so big, however. When she had mentioned it to Hestia, for example, the other woman had just laughed and answered her that it would be just like these shared housing projects many Muggles had during their studies. And rumour even had it that some Muggles were filmed while doing it and everyone could watch them live together. But she did not really believe it, and also did not really know what that “filming” was. It sounded like a way to control people’s life, somehow. And while brushing dust off one of the shelves, she decided that there were worse possibilities than living under the same roof as two dozen other people. Much worse possibilities.
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Tuesday, 6 p.m.
Minerva
Thursday. Everything seemed to come to a kind of climax on Thursday. At least that was the impression she’d somehow got. They had to do it on Thursday. After all, it was Tuesday already, and a bit of planning was dearly needed. Thus, they had to do it that day. That day that might or might not be the day when a big attack would happen. And somehow, she could not help but feel that these two events would be connected somehow. Everything was so worrying at the moment that she had even forgotten to give Sibyl Trelawney one of her usual sarcastic responses when the so-called Seer had walked in earlier and told her something about what her crystal ball had told her. Honestly, that woman should really drink less, if she was already starting to hear her teaching utensils talk. But the feeling of foreboding stayed. It was not the divination that made her believe everything else, it was the fact that everything else seemed to coincide with that so-called prophecy. These were exactly the kind of coincidences that made weak-minded people believe that something like prophecies did exist. Well, she would not. Definitely not her.
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Luna
This sudden disappearance of Ginny was somehow weird. After all, this had happened just the same morning and nothing had even given the smallest signs that something like this was about to come. And after all, Mr Weasley was working in the Ministry. Maybe she’d ask her dad whether he could do some investigative journalism in the matter. But when she went down into his study to tell him about it, he distracted her by telling her about the newest secret he had digged up. He said that it would be one of these stories no one believed again, but of course her dad would print it anyway. He smiled and gave her his notes to read, because he knew how much she was interested in his work. And in fact, Luna was definitely considering starting as a reporter for the Quibbler as soon as she had finished school. The paper was smeared with all kinds of notes, and little sketches, and some of the answers her dad had been given, were rude and useless, as usual. Most people just didn’t appreciate how important journalism was. No, this discovery sounded definitely like something worth the front page. It was an old kind of dark magic. Something called “Horcrux”.
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Arabella
She had always been the watcher. For the last sixteen years, she had spent all the time she could spare as a spy of sorts. Always undercover, and always handy, just in case. But this summer everything was different. Not only had Harry come back fro school together with Ron and Hermione instead of going alone. No, there was also a lot of stuff going on. There were things on the news no Muggle would ever be able to discern for what they really were, but she always knew what it was about immediately. When she was walking in the park tonight, she had heard something that made her worry even more, however. She had just gone to buy some groceries, being off watch duty because Harry and his two friends were at cinema, when she had heard Dudley Dursley and his friends talking loudly. Dudley had just been describing a “very cool tattoo” he had seen in the morning, and considered having one like this himself. She knew beyond doubt that he probably never would get it, but this was not the problem. The problem was that it was again one of these things which meant a lot to someone connected to the magical world. She had to contact the Order immediately, and as fast as possible. It could not be a coincidence that Dudley had seen someone wearing the Dark Mark on his arm.
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Tuesday, 8 p.m.
Ginny
This was so priceless. She was sitting behind the railing on the first floor and listened to the grown-ups who were discussing in the living room, just to her left. It all had started when Tonks had come home, and her mother had noticed that the young woman was, in fact, sharing a room with Professor Lupin. And she could have told them before that this would not go down very well with her mum, for, being nice and caring as she was, she had still been brought up to be very conservative. It had started with her mother, saying “You are not both sleeping in this room, are you?”, still in a very polite matter. But all the others seemed to have caught where this was going already. Hestia put aside her magazine, Ginny’s dad had retreated into a corner of the room, Ginny who had been outside in the corridor, by accident, had moved closer and tried to find a safe hiding place. For a second, she also considered getting some parchment and a quill, for she had a feeling she’d want to relive this later, or at least tell the others about it. But then she decided against it, because she’d probably miss some of it.
Tonks
She had no idea that this was supposed to be a trick question, but something in Molly’s voice warned her. So she hesitated for a few seconds before answering “Why, yes, we do.” Molly looked up from the knitting work in her lap and said: “But there’s only one bed in there.” Of course, her answer was “yes again”. Foreboding suddenly rose in the room. She could feel that this had been a wrong answer. “But, you are not married. Really, what were you thinking?” At this point, everyone in the room seemed to grasp the fact that this was not about one single problem, but a discussion of morals. And she somehow had a feeling that her view was the one not accepted. But to her greatest relief, before she had even opened her moth to bring up her defence (which would probably just have made things even worse) the others had started in on the discussion, and the main part of them seemed to be on their side. Hestia stated that “there are not enough rooms in this house to give every single one a room of their own at all”, and Minerva McGonagall said: “I think most people in here are old enough to make their own decisions. We have more important things to worry about than who is sleeping with whom.” Then a general discussion of whether people should have sex before being married or not broke out, and got more and more loudly. But what finally helped Tonks and Remus out of the line of fire was something Fred said, who had suddenly appeared in the doorway: “You should tell that to your own children first, before criticising others.”
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Minerva
For a split second, it was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop, and then all hell broke lose. “What have you been doing?” Molly yelled, but her sons looked unperturbed: “We have done nothing.” This sentence came from both twins at once, and gave Minerva a distinct feeling of déjà-vu. How many times had they said that sentence until now, and how often they had really been truthful. But it seemed to work with Molly, who turned to the next of her children at once, and Bill, now the centre of attention, began to blush so quickly that he did not need to open his mouth to say it all. Minerva gave a quick sign with her hand to order the others out of the room. This was a family affair, and she felt it would be best to leave right now. When everyone had gone to their respective rooms and she heard the yelling from the study mingling with laughter from other rooms, she wondered whether she’d have to get as an authoritative figure here, in order to call the Order to order.
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Tuesday 10 p.m.
Fleur This had not been her day. Had she really been thinking that it couldn’t get much worse yesterday in the morning? Now she was stuck in a dirty old house was not allowed to share a room with Bill any more, or his mother would just go and kill hr, and she also might have another problem, Talking about sex had made the connection in her mind, and now she didn’t even dare to believe herself in that matter. She’d have to go and find it out tomorrow, but they would probably not let her out alone. Way too dangerous and all that jazz. Who could she possibly take with her on such a---quest? Her mum or Gabrielle would react wrong, and Molly would have another screaming fit, probably. Ginny might be an option, but the girl didn’t like her and would probably use the knowledge to her own advantage. When she fell asleep, she still had no solution.
Tonks Williamson had been right yesterday. The dark magic they had detected in Paignton had indeed been caused by the witness himself. After the beach was no longer an option after she had remembered the problem with tide there, they had searched again and found traces in his house, and when they took the “witness” to the ministry for questioning, he contradicted his own testimony so often that they finally managed to get him to admit the crime. He insisted, however, that he was no Death Eater, but when executing his revenge on a rival, had tried to make it look like the work of one, thus leading the investigation away from himself. Without a pressing case to investigate, she spent the morning doing the remaining paperwork, just as her colleagues did. This was definitely not the worst way to spend a morning, she thought. But yet she could imagine way more enjoyable ways to spend it.
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Ginny Somehow she suspected that Fleur had been put under the Imperius curse by her mum or something, after that discussion yesterday. Maybe she was just trying to be nice, Ginny thought. But not only was she being nice, now she wanted Ginny and Luna to go shopping with her. Ginny decided to ignore the strangeness of this idea, and use it to her advantage instead. Maybe some being nice would get her out of the Christmas gift-wrapper dress. While she helped herself to some breakfast, Ginny noticed that there was obviously one person who seemed to be less than happy with the current arrangement. Gabrielle stared gloomily into her bowl of cereal, trying her best not to complain loudly. And again, Ginny understood her. Her mother and Gabrielle’s mum seemed to have found a common ground and were “talking” using a bizarre mixture of sign language and words. And now Fleur seemed to prefer Ginny’s company to Gabrielle’s. If only Ginny knew why.
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Angelina
She felt like a doll, somehow, a doll that was placed on a shelf most of the time, and only taken down again when a partner was needed. What exactly was Fred thinking? After they’d gone to the ball together three years ago, she’d hardly ever felt as though there was something connecting them. It was not like they’d been going out or anything. But now Fred’s eldest brother was getting married and she was good enough to be called on again. He probably had not even because it was her, but because he considered embarrassing to show up there all alone. And yet- he had asked her, no one else but her. What would she wear? And even more important- she’d have to talk about a gift for the couple with him. No, Angelina could not help but feel very flattered.
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Wednesday 12 a.m.
Fleur She was so embarrassed. Knowing not to walk into Diagon Alley, where people would recognise her, she had steered Ginny and her weird friend to a Muggle mall. To make the trip more inconspicuous, she had so far bought two books, a t-shirt she didn’t really like, a large bag full of different sweets and some pencils. Now she was finally steering towards her ultimate goal: a large drugstore. Again, she did not dare to do what she wanted, but bought some make up and a peeling sponge. By now, she noticed, Ginny and her friend were throwing curious looks at her and others that seemed suspicious to her whenever they looked at each other.
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