I nodded and we both headed out of the girls dormitory down to the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were already waiting at the table, and stood when they saw us coming down.

"You too ready for some breakfast?" Ron asked, looking hopeful. Most joked about how much Ron thought about food but if they actually knew how frequently he did people might not think it so much funny as concerning.

"Yeah, I could use a bit to eat. Plus Professor McGonagall won't be too pleased if we're late," Hermione said, motioning that we should continue onwards.

Harry looked exhausted and I was right there with him. Now that Hermione had put her mind to finding a way to tell Harry what was going on I couldn't wait to let it spill. A rush of shame spilled over me once I had completed the thought. It was wrong to go against Dumbledore's back, and I knew that maybe if I could make Dumbledore see things my way that he would see that letting Harry in was the better solution.

The great hall was rather crowded by the time we got in and Ginny and Seamus were already in a heated conversation about Gryffindor's chances at beating Slytherin in Quidditch. I loved Quidditch and found great relief in cheering and ranting at the games, but given this year's events I wasn't looking forward to it all that much.

"When are tryouts?" Ron asked them both as we sat down.

"Fairly soon I think," said Ginny. "I think Fred and George are planning on holding a meeting soon."

Seamus, realizing that Harry was with us, quickly got up and walked away. Ginny and Ron just watched him go with their mouthes hanging open. Hermione rolled her eyes and patted Harry on the arm who had completely ignored the entire incident. Rising above was definitely the way to go with Seamus.

"Oh look, the post is coming!" said Hermione, pointing to the owls that were swooping into the room. Harry looked up from his orange juice and smiled as Hedwig came landing onto the table.

"That a girl Hedwig," Harry said, untying the letter from Hedwig's foot, which she was thoughtfully stuck out once she had a firm balance on the table.

Ron and Ginny were both opening their own letters, whom I could see from their minds was from their mother, and Hermione was looking at a copy of the Daily Prophet. I was mildly surprised to see that my own owl, Snowflake, was coming towards me as well. I reached my arm out and she landed lightly on it, sticking out her own leg so I could untie my letter.

"Who is that from?" asked Hermione, in a concerned way.

I rarely got my mail from my parents seeing as they were so busy at the ministry and usually Mrs. Weasley kept them informed when I was too busy too. It wasn't that they didn't care it was just that they did so much in the ministry that they rarely had time to be sending letters unless it was something important. I opened it and felt my heart speed up as I realized my mom's crisp handwriting. I unfolded the letter and began to read:

Dear Abby,
For the obvious reasons I cannot say too much in this letter, but Albus Dumbledore has been in contact with me. While I am against his decision about you know what I see that there is really no choice. I know of what you have seen and I am afraid the time has come for me to give you some truth. I had been hoping that this would never come for I am afraid it is going to put you in danger, but I am afraid it must be done. Your father and I will be seeing you fairly shortly. I hope that your classes have been going well, and I ask you to keep your eyes and head open. Stay close to your friends, especially Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Love, Mom

I reread the letter once or twice before sliding it conspicuously over to Hermione. Once she had finished reading it she looked at me and smiled.

"At least you'll be getting some answers," she whispered to me.

I had just noticed that Harry had been looking our direction. I smiled at him reassuringly, before looking at the head table to see Dumbledore was starring at me.