Disclaimer: Ok I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, places, or anything in the Magical Universe. It all belongs to JKR.
A/N: Umm I don't usually write long chapters so I'm going to make up for that with many many chapters :
also I plan on it getting very violent. No slash though or not yet hehehehe.
TEMPTED TO LOOK OUT
"Come in Hedwig." The brown haired boy lazily spoke, not once glancing up from the newspaper he clenched in his hands, at the creature flying towards him.
The snow white bird,once perched on the windowsill, took a slow leap forward before stumbling to the ground. A pale white letter still grasped in its talons.Harry quickly leapt up from is comfortable bed and ran to the flailing bird on the floor. He had thrown his edition of 'The Daily Prophet' across the room, or as far as one could throw a paper, and gently lifted her into his arms. He noticed an oddly placed wound on her chest and wondered where, or who, she received it from.
He quickly set her on his bed and rummaged through his cluttered room to find the book which contained the only useful healing spell he knew. Harry opened the book to a tab he vaguely remembered placing in such a spot and recited the incantation. A short gleam of pink light sparked from his wand to the owls chest and very quickly healed the sullen bird.
"I suppose that letter would be important then?" He mumbled to himself, all the while staring at the object loosely enclosed in Hedwig 's left talon.
He grabbed it, quickly examining it, and noted that it was as unfamiliar to him as the 'Muggle Studies' class offered at Hogwarts. It had no address or name.
Once he prepared to open the letter, a strange blot of black started to appear. They quickly slid around only to form one sentence.
'Are you Harry Potter?'
He starred at the envelope with a quizzical look and then spoke
"I am." The voice trembled once realizing that he was talking to a bit of parchment.
The envelope's opening burned at the corners a bright green as if just cursed. And then the envelope disappeared altogether, only leaving a neatly folded letter resting in his hands.
Harry,
This may come very hard for you, but you must understand. Things are not at all going well at headquarters. We have all been strained to the limit and everyone seems to be growing less and less patient with the amount of information we are attaining about Voldemort's plans.
The info is getting vaguer and more conspicuous buy the day. We feel that He may suspect a spy in the ranks. We urge you, and we cannot stress this enough, to be extremely cautious and aware of your surroundings for the time being. We think Voldemort may have surveillance over your neighborhood and possibly your home but we can't be sure. I have arranged it with Dumbledore that you depart to Hogwarts by portkey. We have decided that one of The Order should accompany you. Expect anybody, seeing as we have not decided on who shall be going.
Remus
The letter was put onto his desk and went the same way as the envelope it was incased in.
Hedwig was back on her feet and started to make her way bake into her cage.
"So stay put then," He spoke aloud, as if to the bird. He sat back on his bed and picked up newspaper once more. He never noticed how quiet it was outside. The window was still opened and a dim light was emanating from it. He hesitatingly dared himself to look out of it for a while. The thought that Death Eaters might be around was enticing his ego far to much. It was tempting and a thrill, but he tried to fight the urge. He finally gave in after only a few minutes.
Harry arose once more and crept over to the windowsill. It was wet, dripping with leftover raindrops that had not fallen completely off its host shudders. As he gripped it, a chill ran down his spine.
"Harry!"
He heard a once friendly voice call his name. He spun around quickly to find Remus Lupin awkwardly standing in his room with a small bronze key in his hand.
"Professor Lupin! I almost forgot that I was leaving soon. I haven't much packed," He said.
" I do Hope you were just shutting that window Harry, we can't take any chances that you are discovered," He said in a voice that sounded stern but exhausted at the same time.
"Err, yes of course."
The boy shut the window tightly while the Werewolf was levitating s bit of parchment over to the desk near the bed with the words ' To The Dursley's ' inscribed.
"Well then, now that that is out of the way, shall we be off?" He asked.
Harry nodded quickly and made his way towards the big lump of unpacked belongings. They hastily gathered the necessities into his trunk, took hold of Hedwig, and were transported directly into his room in Gryffindor Tower.
"Well, I'm sorry I can't stay and tell you more Harry, I really must get back to the meeting," He said remorsefully.
"It's alright Professor, just, well, make sure you let me know what's going on later." Harry Sighed as he spoke.
"I will try Harry," He put down Hedwig 's cage on the floor next to Harry. "I know how you hate to be left in the dark."
Remus gave him a lazy pat on the shoulder and transported out of the room.
The small musty room at Grimmauld place grew even smaller with each member and auror's arrival. sitting at the long table's head was the old man, Albus Dumbledore, waiting patiently. The worry on his face was slightly noticeable. Across the room, crowed around Him was a plethora of familiar faces; Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Moody, and many other members scattered between them all. Remus had just arrived after being transported two blocks away from Number 12 Grimmauld.
"I suppose we should address the matter of Lord Voldemort now that everyone is accounted for," Said Dumbledore.
The room's atmosphere was serious and Dumbledore had immediately attracted everyone's gaze and attention.
"Now," He said as he cleared his throat, "I know that the information is vague, but please bear with me, this not all for naught. We have all been informed about the information that Lord Voldemort is using 'other' methods of closing the gaps in his plans for the final strike. Now what other information have you come with tonight?" The rooms atmosphere of the room slowly shifted as the question was asked.
"I am not quite sure what The Dark Lord's full motive is yet," A silky voice spoke in the darkness the previously concealed, thin, raven haired man, clad in his usual black robes, stepped out of the doorway, into the crowded kitchen. "He has, regrettably, not been as trusting as he usually is with me. Lucius is already questioning my alliances, he refuses to relay anything too 'valuable' to me. He has no doubt been speaking to him in private."
A disappointing stare was placed upon him by almost everyone in the room. Looking around lazily, he added, "I will most definitely attempt to gain the trust of the Dark Lord once more at the next summons."
"Do you by chance, have a plan to deal with Lucius if anything gets out of hand Severus?" Dumbledore spoke sincerely with a hint of concern.
"I have plans for several scenarios. Luckily, If things get out of hand, I know how to hit Lucius where it hurts. I easily outwit him,"Snape said confidently.
"Good. Please do continue to use extreme caution," The old man's eyes filled with the sparkling blue luster that they are so accustomed to as he spoke. Snape nodded and once again disappeared into the darkness. The eyes all swayed over to Dumbledore and waited for him to speak.
"Now comes the matter of Harry Potter." His tone now quite a bit more serious...
oOoOo
"Harry! Hermione and I have been looking all over for you! You weren't at the Start of the Year Feast, so, we got worried," The red haired boy was exhausted and breathed heavily as he spoke.
Harry was lounging in his favorite chair in the Gryffindor common room right by the fire when the two burst through the hidden door. He noted that Hermione was not at all happy, most likely with something that Ron had done earlier.
"Have you heard about the Order Harry? They aren't doing very well right now actually." Hermione said solemnly, eyeing Ron at the same time.
"Yeah, I heard from Fred and George that the only information or any activity at all has been from what Snape has told them. The git . He hasn't even brought back any good info either! Well, they should have expected that from the start--" Hermione had cut Ron off before he started to rant with a light jab to the stomach.
"I didn't know that," Harry replied quietly. He couldn't help but blame him for Sirius dying. He knew it wasn't right to blame Professor Snape because he really didn't do anything. but he needed someone to secretly vent on and the Potions Master happened to be on his back list. That bitch, he has to blame her, Sirius' maniacal cousin Bellatrix. Who fired the unforgivable killing curse at him.
"Remus, err Professor Lupin, actually portkeyed me straight to Hogwarts. He only told me that Death Eaters could be keeping my house under surveillance and that I should be careful." Ron and Hermione only shared worried looks with him. It was dead silent.
"Hey Harry, you aren't having those awful visions anymore right? The ones about You- Know -Who," She said.
He nodded, he was glad too. Every time his scar hurt, or he saw one of the visions, he thought Voldemort was taking something from him. It was an eerie feeling, and most of the time, Voldemort was about to kill. Thinking about it hurt his heart more than his scar ever would.
"Well, everyone should be arriving soon. Expect a lot of questions from everyone!" Ron laughed before he walked Hermione her room. As they were leaving Hermione gave him a small pat on his shoulder much like how Remus had done. They were gone. Harry sunk back once more into solitude. He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when a sudden surge of pain arose from his odd scar. He groaned and covered his burning forehead with his hand. It felt like a knife was carving into his skull. And then everything was dark. He was Voldemort again. He saw a familiar man with long platinum hair and a cane with a silver snake's head atop it.
"My Lord," He said swiftly as he arose from is kneeling position in front of Voldemort. Eager to hear what the Malfoy was saying, he turned his head slightly towards him.
"Are you certain Lucius? Willing to bet your own life on it?" Harry couldn't help but fill up with anger at the sound of Voldemort's raspy, cruel voice.
"I am my Lord." He replied, not at all hesitant.
"You are aware that if you are wrong, you will be severely punished. I doubt someone as intelligent as yourself would not make such a grave accusation without reason. I will make sure that at the next meeting I will take action. Then you can have your fun." A malicious grin crept upon Lucius' face after his final sentence was said.
His words meant nothing to Harry other than something was about to happen. Something bad, and dangerous. Harry cringed at the tone Voldemort took at the end and the incredibly evil smiles on their faces. It was like a cat that had been starving for months who had just cornered a crippled mouse. It disgusted him. And then he was back. Lying in an awkward position on the carpeted floor.
"Harry!!" Ron shouted. He was worried.
"Was it your scar? Did you see something? Please, tell me."
The words flooded his head. He propped himself up with his elbows and adjusted his glasses before turning to Ron with a sad and sick expression. Then he told him.
"Voldemort. H-he, and Malfoy, know something. I don't know what but Malfoy was informing him, I don't know, and then," he could barely form his sentences. But Ron was listening intently still.
"Please Harry, what else," Ron demanded.
"I just, the look on their faces, it was sick. 'and then you can have your fun.' I don't quite, understand," Harry looked as though he was about to cry, or throw up.
"We have to tell Dumbledore. But," Ron stuttered.
"He's not here, there is nothing we can do. I can't send Hedwig. She got hurt somehow when Professor Lupin sent me the message about the Order."
The only thing he could do was wait until morning. Ron carefully helped him up and they walked up to their room.
Before long, they were asleep.
'Then you can have your fun.' Harry's mind was racing even as he slept. He dreamt about its meaning. The only things he could come up with was that they were getting close to the Order. And it could mean death for more people he cared about. Sirius was dead but Lupin, and the Weasley family, Hermione, Tonks, Moody and Dumbledore were not. Lucius could have found a way into the Order. His worst fear was happening and more people would die...