Sorry, didn't mean to leave you hanging, but Robert came in just after I wrote my last reply (he's got the bunk next to me) and wanted to talk about something, and I had to put the book down so he wouldn't notice I was writing something he couldn't see.
I don't know what I think about Dumbledore, really. Well, of course Mum and Dad believe in him, would follow him anywhere really, and even though they never came out and said it -- not until me and Bill joined up with the Order at least -- we always could tell they were more on his side than not. But the way they talk about him sometimes when they think we're not listening, like they're just waiting for him to come back and wrap things up all nice and neat and then everything will be all right again...
I remember my uncles, a bit, too. Mum's brothers, the ones who were in the Order? And they idolised Dumbledore, it was pretty clear. And if all these people I love and trust think Dumbledore knows what he's doing, even if he's different from how he used to be, then who am I to say otherwise?
And until that meeting I would've said, sure, I'd trust Dumbledore too. But hearing that somebody's been visiting you regularly, having long conversations about Godric-knows-what, and then lifting it out of your head at the end of it -- And it doesn't make me not trust him, because I can see why he'd want me to forget what he was asking about. I'm not utter pants at keeping secrets, I've kept plenty of them long enough, but it's a really small world up here and if he'd found out something that would change how I acted, or how I thought, I can see where I would have asked him to make me not remember. But I don't know. Not for sure.
I might ask Sirius what he thinks about that, actually. If you don't think it would sound weird.
I don't think I said it last time you mentioned, but I'm sorry about your mum and dad. And that you got stuck with a family like the Grouches. There's a lot of things not right about the stuff they've done, but what they did to families really makes me see red. I might not always want to live right on top of mine, but I love them and I don't know what I'd do without them. It's not fair that you had to grow up without yours.
Re: Private Message to Charlie
I don't know what I think about Dumbledore, really. Well, of course Mum and Dad believe in him, would follow him anywhere really, and even though they never came out and said it -- not until me and Bill joined up with the Order at least -- we always could tell they were more on his side than not. But the way they talk about him sometimes when they think we're not listening, like they're just waiting for him to come back and wrap things up all nice and neat and then everything will be all right again...
I remember my uncles, a bit, too. Mum's brothers, the ones who were in the Order? And they idolised Dumbledore, it was pretty clear. And if all these people I love and trust think Dumbledore knows what he's doing, even if he's different from how he used to be, then who am I to say otherwise?
And until that meeting I would've said, sure, I'd trust Dumbledore too. But hearing that somebody's been visiting you regularly, having long conversations about Godric-knows-what, and then lifting it out of your head at the end of it -- And it doesn't make me not trust him, because I can see why he'd want me to forget what he was asking about. I'm not utter pants at keeping secrets, I've kept plenty of them long enough, but it's a really small world up here and if he'd found out something that would change how I acted, or how I thought, I can see where I would have asked him to make me not remember. But I don't know. Not for sure.
I might ask Sirius what he thinks about that, actually. If you don't think it would sound weird.
I don't think I said it last time you mentioned, but I'm sorry about your mum and dad. And that you got stuck with a family like the Grouches. There's a lot of things not right about the stuff they've done, but what they did to families really makes me see red. I might not always want to live right on top of mine, but I love them and I don't know what I'd do without them. It's not fair that you had to grow up without yours.