She didn't knock on the front door. Not only was it too exposed to the rest of the neighborhood, but somehow meeting in secret about a rebellion simply called for the back door. Especially since it had been twenty years since she could last call the owner of the house a friend. When it wasn't immediately answered, she grew worried, more and more convinced that she was making a dreadful mistake. Just as she was about to turn around to go back to where she'd just come from, the door to the Weasley kitchen opened.