The Order scraped their chairs across the floors as they took their seats. Molly's back ached from cooking, Arthur was tired from work, Kinglsey was also though he held his composure best, Tonks was just flimsy, and tried to make people smile, Remus was ragged and sloppy, Alastor was doing his best not to sigh, Severus, was taking his seat and grumbling, and Dumbledore was staring intently at the table before him.
"So," Arthur began, though he was interrupted by blatant cursing and Sirius banging down the stairs, he had a stack of pictures in his hands of recent photos of each Order member. He threw them on the table and spoke.
"These pictures, burned in my hands when I touched them. I thought I'd bring them out here.... They all have significant meaning apparently, because this," he held up a piece of parchment, "was with them when they arrived at the doorstep. It would seem as though we have a spy, or enemy, that would like to torment us with our deaths." The furrowed their eyebrows and Sirius sighed, holding up Remus' which had him and Sirius as their animagus selves on it.
"Each picture holds a clue as to what our deaths will be....We must take action."
The table errupted in talking, and Sirius yelled for calm. Everyone immediately stopped and Sirius sighed.
"Well," Arthur said. "May we all, see ours then?" Sirius looked at him but threw him the stack and Arthur dug for his. Finding it, he took it out and him and Molly studied it intently. It was him, laughing, as they had all been drunk that night, and he was in the bathroom... The bathroom with snake-like, rongs at the bottom of the tub. He took in a deep breath and looked at Sirius accusatively.
"What is this supposed to tell me Sirius? That I'll drown to death!?! How can we possibly figure these out?" Sirius knew this wasn't something to joke about, but he couldn't help his next comment.
"I don't know....But better watch out for snakes, Daddy."