WHO: Ginny Weasley and HBIC McGonagall WHAT: secrets WHERE: Headmistress' office WHEN: Sunday night WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None/G/Ongoing
Ginny closed her journal, her heart in her throat. She felt like dancing or shouting or jumping on the bed. They were alright! Harry, Hermione, her brother... they were all alive! She'd said it and Luna had "felt" it, but there was a part of her that had been preparing for the worst.
Slipping on her shoes, Ginny cracked her journal to check if there'd been any replies from any of Harry and Ron's dormmates. Nothing yet and she grabbed a sweatshirt and the now blank parchment that had been owled to her and hurried out of the dorm.
Snape! Ginny kept turning the knowledge over in her head as she rushed towards McGonagall's office. She'd never liked him and she knew Harry didn't trust him as far as he could've thrown him, but... she'd never have thought him capable of killing Dumbledore. How had he been able to trick Dumbledore for so long?
Coming up to the gargoyles outside the Headmaster's office, Ginny spoke the password and clambered up the stairs. "Professor?" She called out, knocking on the door and waiting to be allowed in.