Note: This chapter is from third person point of view.
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It only took him two weeks.
Two weeks to contact the majority of the old Order of the Phoenix. Two weeks to convince Sirius that number 12 Grimmauld Place should be the headquarters for the rebellious group. Two weeks to persuade the Weasley family (minus Charlie who was staying in Romania and Percy who was currently on the outs with his kin) to live in the house with Sirius for the summer.
After the red-headed family had moved in, Dumbledore immediately sat them down, informing them that under no circumstances could they tell Harry anything about what was going on in Grimmauld Place. He also took the time to explain about Avery and the prophecy...
A week after that found Dumbledore back again, though this time, Minerva and Severus were by his side. The group of adults convened in the kitchen, locking the children out of the room. Remus sat besides Sirius, staying alert just in case his old friend decided he'd had enough and wanted to kill Severus. Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, was helping Mrs. Weasley make tea.
"We have a problem," Dumbledore said at last, sitting besides the werewolf and Bill, the eldest Weasley boy. He gestured towards the spy. "Severus."
Snape fought the urge to roll his eyes at the dramatics. Why couldn't the old fool just tell them himself? Speaking in a pinched tone, he began. "The Dark Lord has heard tale of some disturbing news from a contact within the ministry," he said shortly. "To put it in simple terms, he is after the prophecy concerning him and Potter."
Molly Weasley raised an eyebrow as the kettle began to whistle. "But what good would that do for him?"
Dumbledore took over. "We can assume he's looking for a clue, something that will help him destroy Harry."
"Then he can't get it," Sirius said, banging his fist on the table. "We'll have to retrieve it first-"
"Don't be so rash, Black," Snape hissed. "It's not that easy-"
"To hell, it's not!" Sirius turned to Arthur, causing the poor man to spill the cup of tea he was bringing Minerva. "You work in the ministry. Can't you-"
"A prophecy can only be retrieved by those which the prophecy is about," Remus rattled off, attempting to diffuse the tension with his knowledge. "Surely you know this-"
"That's all very well," Dumbledore interrupted. Silence fell throughout the room, save for the sounds of Molly pouring the tea, as everyone turned to face the headmaster. "But I'm afraid we have bigger concerns." Dumbledore stood, pacing slowly around the table, his face contemplative, as if he were deep in thought. "You all remember what I've told you about Avery?"
The inhabitants of the room murmured their affirmatives. Arthur, Molly, Bill, Minerva, Severus, Remus, Sirius... They were the trusted seven, the people Dumbledore knew would be able to keep Avery's... situation a secret for as long as necessary. "If Voldemort-" the room shuddered as one. "-Is to look into the retrieval of Harry's prophecy too closely... if he starts looking through the archives... He may start to recall the legend of the Ultimate Power. And if that were to happen, perhaps he'll remember the dark shadow that fired spells at him in the graveyard. And from there-"
"It's one quick jump to realizing that Mr. Potter's newest friend is probably the one he seeks," Minerva concluded.
Dumbledore nodded gravely at her. "Exactly."
Silence permeated the room, as the eight wizards processed the information. Finally, Remus spoke. "So... What do we do?"
Dumbledore set his jaw, before grimly saying, "We bring her here. Immediately."
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