<div class="floatleft">(http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj194/commodore-sixty-four/icons/cintia/cintia28.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Ginny Weasley<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Malfoy Mansion<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Ginny had been warned that this was a suicide mission, but as a true Gryffindor, she didn't bat an eyelash. The Order knew that the Deatheaters were under new leadership, but they didn't know who. Without a name or plan, the Aurors were unable to really do anything against the evil group. They knew that Malfoy manor had been a former headquarters, and it was likely being used again. However, with all the spells and enchantments guarding the mansion, it was impossible to infiltrate....or was it?<br/><br/>Ginny was a 'can do' type of person, and she didn't care that everyone said it couldn't be done. She was tired of sitting around at the meetings and hearing more sad news of murders or the inability of the order to do any real good in this world. However, she wasn't stupid. She had studied and planned any information they could get their hands on, and this morning she was on her way to try and scout the perimeter. She was going to check every inch of it to see if there was a break in the defense, and mark that down so she could come back another day to try and enter.<br/><br/>She was using Harry's invisibility cloak, and wore black clothes beneath it anyway. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she moved stealthily. She carried only her wand, and managed to make her way around half of the perimeter quietly without detection. It was near an old oak tree that she found the one crack in the defense. Perhaps it was just the time of day, but she managed to wiggle through and enter into the massive grounds of the Malfoy mansion. Gasping at the grandeur of it, she knew that the plan had been to simply mark the location and come back another morning. After all, the sun was rising, and although most deatheaters slept rather late, she didn't want to risk being caught.<br/><br/>However, the temptation to move closer was too much. Swallowing, she silently padded across the lawn and surprisingly managed to make it to the outer wall of the manor. Pressing herself flat against the expensive and ancient stone, she began inching toward an open window not far from her, wanting to see just how far she could get in one trip.<br/><br/>