As Harry and his friends and family were enjoying a fun day at the Magical Animal Park, another, far more sinister meeting was taking place.
At exactly 1:00 pm, the fireplace at the Burrow flared to life and none other than Albus Dumbledore stepped out. The entire Weasley family immediately jumped up from where they had been sitting.
"Albus, how are you? Might I interest you in tea or biscuits?"
"I'm fine, Molly, and no, thank you, I'm quite alright."
"Very well, where would you like to sit?" Albus conjured himself a nice, squashy armchair and settled down into it. He motioned for the Weasleys to sit as well, which they did.
"Now, Molly, Arthur, how much do your children know?"
"What the rest of the wizarding world does," answered Arthur.
"Very well, then you are all aware that Harry was sorted into Slytherin and has befriended Draco Malfoy, among others?" The Weasley children nodded. "I am sure you are also aware that both Slytherin house and the Malfoy family are known for their association with the Dark Lord, and, therefore, darkness?" More nods. "Very well, then you will understand why we must use any means necessary to win him back over to our side. Unfortunately, we failed with a pre-emptive strike." Here he turned to glare at Ron who shrunk down in his seat. "If you had managed to befriend him, he may have been sorted into Gryffindor! But, no matter, what's done is done. After all, we do have another chance." He turned to Ginny, who blushed. "Molly, has your daughter been prepared for her task?"
"Since she was born. She knows what needs to be done."
"Excellent. Ginevra, do you feel up to your task?"
She looked Albus dead in the eye as she answered. "Yes, sir. I will not fail our cause." Ron winced at that remark. He would never live down his failure.
"Very good, do you have a plan?"
"Yes, sir. It should work quite well."
"And just in case it doesn't?"
"Mother has taught me how to brew, and use, love potions."
"Very well, I expect progress reports, and if it comes to the love potion, see me for a private brewing area."
"I will, Sir."
"Very well, Molly, Arthur, I'd like to speak to you alone." The Weasley children got up and left.
"What's wrong, Albus?"
"I believe that Harry will soon know who he is if he does not already."
"But that could ruin everything!"
"Quite right, Molly, but I don't know what to do. That damn article cast quite a few aspersions on my character, and I'm not entirely sure how to overcome them. I don't have the public backing to force Harry back to the muggles." The Weasleys maintained their silence, unsure what to say. "I see you have no more insight into this than I do. Very well, I really must be going." With that, Albus departed the same what he had arrived.
"Arthur, I'm going to see how Ginny is doing. She has quite a task ahead of her."
"Indeed, but she has held up well so far." Molly went upstairs and let herself into her daughter's room. What she saw brought a smile to her face. The room was covered in Harry Potter posters. The bed was done up in Gryffindor colors. Her daughter was scribbling away in her journal.
"I see you've started."
"Yes, mum. I imagine it would take some time."
"You're probably right about that, dear. I'll see you at dinner, then."
"Yes, mum."
"I'm very proud of you, Ginny."
"Thanks, mum." Molly closed the door and went back downstairs, pleased that Ginny was turning out so well.