A/N: Hi, thanks for reviewing my other stories! I love reading the reviews! This one is about the floo-jacking incident that takes place in April and May of most of the HP gang's sixth year. The usual disclaimers that Harry and his gang are not mine, nor are the floo powder and magical places, much as I wish that loveable Harry was...enjoy and review away!

Floo-Jacked!

By: CNJ

PG-13

1: The Emergency Conference

Harry:

"...so at this meeting with the Ministry, we'll ask again about the yellow flame mystery and attest to the work that the Order and Young Order is doing to trace the death eater activity." I heard Professor McGonagall's voice go through the hall, probably speaking to a fellow teacher.

I was back in the kitchens grabbing some cookies and appleade on a cool evening in mid-April. Sixth year almost over, I thought. After that will be just one more year here, then I'll graduate. I just hope we can win this war and the Young Order can topple Voldemort before we graduate.

"The ministry still hasn't investigated the recent disappearances and the yellow flames that appear to be connected with it." It sounded like Professor Flitwick. "Professor Snape examined some of the ingredients used in the yellow flame and was able to find out that it appears to be made partially of python fluids."

It sounded like they were talking all the way down the hall. I swallowed my cookie and appleade fast, then sprinted silently down the hall after them, moving silently so they didn't hear me. My knees are no longer knobby as they used to be, now my legs are longer, look smoother, and seem more graceful.

The Order of the Phoenix is a group of adult witches and wizards who are assisting the aurors in capturing the death eaters who are waging war against humanity, the good side of humanity. Most of Hogwarts' teachers are in the Order as well as many of our parents. So far, the Order has done a fantastic job tracking down death eaters; just this year alone, about half of them have been captured, tried and sent to Azkaban.

The Young Order of the Phoenix, which I am head of, is a group of students that are assisting the Main Order and working to keep the evil forces from penetrating Hogwarts. This year, the Young Order place magical trackers in several areas that tracked death eaters' movements, which in turn helped the main Order pass the word on to the aurors, who then went to track them down.

It's a very fortunate thing that we have this Order of Phoenix, which is headed by Professor Dumbledore, who is also the Headmaster of Hogwarts because right now the Ministry is falling in shambles by cracks.

It took a major battle with the Main and Young Order at the Department of Mysteries to convince Minister Cornelius Fudge that I was not lying about Voldemort's return.

Some of the Ministry officials are on our side along with most of the aurors, but unfortunately, many of the higher members of the Ministry, including Minister Fudge, have a rather self-serving agenda...they're capturing some of the death eaters, but are letting them plea-bargain for shorter sentences and are attempting to pressure Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore to use some of us students as bait and instruments in this war.

Dumbledore and McGonagall are emphatic about keeping us kids out of the thick of war and are trying to keep our classes and school going as normally as possible. Yes, they also welcome the Young Order's assistance, especially in keeping on top of things here at Hogwarts, but they fear that if the Ministry gets their hands on any of us in the Young Order, they will sacrifice any of us and take the entire credit for the defeat of the evil side in this war.

Voldemort, who used to be Tom Riddle, has terrorized the magical community for a long time; it was he who murdered my parents when I was a baby. He's also killed countless others and I fear more will be killed unless we can do something to stop him.

I fought back a lump in my throat as I remembered how Voldemort had tricked Cedric Diggory and me into transporting via portkey to an empty graveyard at the end of my fourth year; he'd killed Cedric and drawn blood from my arm, gaining strength. It had been very traumatic for me and after I'd managed to escape, I'd had to cry into Ms. Weasley's arms.

Near the end of my fifth year, one of his follower death eaters killed my godfather, Sirius Black, right in front of me in the battle of the Department of Mysteries.

I also still get a tight throat thinking of Neville Longbottom's parents, who'd been tortured into insanity by that same death eater, Bellatrix Lestrange. She's one of the death eaters who unfortunately hasn't been caught.

"I, for one, am not willing to wait until Hogwarts itself is attacked," McGonagall said emphatically. "If anything happens to any student here, it'll be on my conscience as Deputy Headmistress! And I might add that as headmaster, Professor Dumbledore can attest to it too. Minister Fudge needs to realize that if he fails to back us up in this important stage of this war, it'll be on his conscience. As long as the Ministry and Hogwarts and the Order are at odds, Voldemort and his followers will be a greater threat to many more and for a longer time."

They sure will be, I thought with a nod.

"Minister Fudge is being investigated by the Parliament of Magic for possible corruption and bribe accepting himself," another teacher, Professor Tonks, added. She's the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"So I've heard." McGonagall walked fast ahead I just about lost them. But I know where the conference room is. It's right near Dumbledore and McGonagall's office. I've never been in there, but I know the door that leads there.

The death eaters are still very rampant, the remained ones are becoming desperate and therefore more dangerous, and all of us are scared. Now we can't leave Hogwarts grounds alone; we always have to be accompanied by a friend or someone.

I myself have been afraid to wander very far alone, although I've yet to admit it to anyone. Right now, I was just in the familiar path between the kitchen and the dorms, but I rarely stray far from it alone.

This year has been tempestuous for me, to say the least. In fact, it's been this way for almost two years. Starting with Cedric's death, I'd begun an emotional slide downhill...I'd lost confidence, been more fearful, had more nightmares, wept more easily, lost my temper more readily, had bouts of deep depression, and had been often moody and edgy, especially in my fifth year. Things had worsened with my godfather's death.

I think this year, especially last fall and part of last winter, my depression had deepened. The sadness and pain had been horrible, almost too much for me to bear. Things came to a head when I had a shocking experience last November where I nearly contemplated suicide. Thank Merlin, I'd still had the presence of mind of think about how it would affect my five good friends before I did anything so horrible.

I'd gone to a counselor, who'd helped some. I still see her once in a while. I still have bouts of depression, but they are more manageable now.

I often look at my five friends...Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, his sister Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood and know things have been rough for them as well; that's a large part of what fueled my depression.

None of us have said things out loud, but none of us have an easy time articulating our inner feelings our loud. Sure we feel each other's fears, pain, and joy, but we just don't often say the words out loud.

I can think my thoughts and feelings plenty in my head and I even write them down in a private journal that no one sees and I sense the others think about their innermost thoughts, but it's rarely said out loud.

I don't know why that is with the others, but with me it's two factors...I'm naturally reserved to begin with and secondly, until I was fifteen, I spent summers with and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who were muggles. They'd not been understanding with me and often belittled and hurt me, so I kept to myself and remained a closed person.

Now thank Merlin's stars, I now spend my school holidays with my great-aunt Miranda, who is so much better. She's also a witch like my late mum and dad were and took me in after I'd run away from the Dursleys that summer after my fourth year. Aunt Miranda's very good to me and I love her.

I am lucky I have her as well as my friends because on top of what was going on in the wizard/witch world, I've had some real problems with some of my classmates spreading nasty rumors about me that I curried favor with teachers, "bought" Ron's friendship, and some other things that are really not true.

It was some Slytherins and Hufflepuffs mostly. This one jackass from Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, is the worst. Malfoy and I can't stand each other and I suspect he's been fanning these rumors.

Malfoy is the Slytherin boy prefect and has tried to use his position several times in attempts to sabotage the Young Order. Fortunately, Ron and Hermione are the Gryffindor prefects, so they've been able to counter any damage that Malfoy's wreaked on innocent students.

Late last winter, Malfoy tried to get Ron and another prefect, Padme Patil kicked off their prefect posts, but thank Merlin his plan backfired and the three of them wound up on temporary probation.

I'd been walking down the corridor with my thoughts and close to the long narrow end I heard the shouting. The conference room, I thought realizing how close I was to the administrative wing.

Yes, several of the people in there had raised their voices to a commotion and seemed to be trying to outyell each other. Oh, stop it, please! I mouthed, my stomach contracting in fear. I felt my brows tense up and listened.

It was frightening and I really couldn't make out what they were saying except a few phrases like ...another cover-up, lies of the Ministry... and ...protecting the guilty... The voices got louder and angrier and I was tempted to say the spell to open the door, go up the small rotating elevator, and barge in pleading with them to stop.

No one will accomplish anything by just yelling at each other...please, please knock off this stupidity and get your heads together and work out a coherent plan! I wanted to yell. You Ministry people want us kids to stay out of it, yet want to use us as pawns at your convenience, yet you want our teachers to lie to us about what's really going on.

I wished I could just say it out loud. My heart was hammering so loudly I was afraid it would give me away. So strong was my desire to just go in there that I had my mouth parted and had the spell running through my head to open the door.

But something stopped me from doing it just now. Maybe because it was close to our dorm time, when all of us had to be in our dorms by ten. I stood a minute, fearfully listening to the increased yelling when I made up my mind.

This is another argument that the Ministry and Faculty at Hogwarts and the Order are having...especially last year when this mess was getting worse, Minister Fudge had pressured Dumbledore not to tell me or other students much about what was happening and to not tell me about an important prophecy that could be crucial in determining my role in defeating Voldemort.

At first, I'd thought that my friends had been hiding things from me and had blown up at them, then seeing their regretful, yet honest faces, I'd realized that they were not to blame.

Ron and Hermione had explained that Dumbledore had told them to keep some things between them. But they'd been angry with Dumbledore for asking them to keep such an important thing from me and on the first day of our fifth year, had gone into his office and blasted him for it.

Dumbledore had felt bad about it and had apologized, then told them, then later me that the Ministry had pressured him to keep some things from me and I think other things from all of us students.

The Ministry had really been breathing down Dumbledore and McGonagall's backs through a tyrannical then-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Delores Umbridge. Umbridge had basically usurped control of Hogwarts, including the Headmaster position, and made life a living hell for most of the students, except Malfoy, who'd buttered her up and ratted on other students.

Thank all the stars Dumbledore was able to use the proof of Voldemort's return against Minister Fudge and order that Umbridge be fired from her position and that the Ministry no longer had control over Hogwarts. It was at the end of year five that he finally was able to tell me everything that I should know and about the prophecy.

I turned on my heel and ran down to the staircases which led to the dorms. I ran up several flights, holding onto a rail to keep my balance as one of them changed course abruptly. They like to move around, these stairs.

Once I reached my dorm, I waved to Lavender Brown, Ginny, and Hermione and ran up to the boys' dorm and grabbed my invisibility cloak out of my bottom drawer and put it on. I then drew the curtains around my bed to make it look like I'd gone to bed already, took off my shoes, then tiptoed downstairs and slowly out without the others seeing me.

I then sprinted back to the conference room. I had to duck behind a statue once to avoid bumping into Filch, one of Hogwart's groundskeepers. Unfortunately, this cloak doesn't dissolve my solidness. When he was gone, I continued silently.

Once I reached the conference room I said the spell softly and the door opened. I then got onto the rotating elevator and it spiraled upward as I made sure the cloak covered me completely. Good thing I'm not that tall, I thought with a nervous smile. I'm around five-seven, about medium-short.

The yelling was almost deafening up here and I slipped into the back sliding door without them seeing the door and stood. It was scary hearing this, but I had to know what they were saying. I stood silently watching them and sure enough, all the Hogwarts teachers were there as well as some of the members of the Ministry and many in the Order.

"...not willing to have that on my conscience!" McGonagall was saying. "That yellow flame is hardly a coincidence when it appears seven times right as somebody disappears!"

"But where's the...proof?" Fudge drawled.

Cornelius Fudge. Or maybe Ron and Ginny's nickname for him is more fitting, Minister Fuck, I thought, my face flushing a bit in anger as I remembered an argument he and I had back in January on his last visit when I'd told him that he was just in it for the money and the title, but didn't really give a shit about keeping the wizard/witch world safe.

"But aren't the students and some of the witches' and wizards' words enough?" Madame Hooch barked. Her yellow eyes glittered and she raked a frustrated hand through her white spiky hair.

"The students are just kids..." Ms. Crestlane, a Ministry member put in.

"Oh, bloody BULLSHIT!" Professor Sprout bellowed. "You think because someone's a child, their thoughts and fears don't count! Well, let me tell you all this, it's their futures we're gambling with here!" Right you are, I thought.

"Well, it isn't easy for me either," Fudge retorted. "I get thousands of letters from frustrated parents each day, not to mention endless complaints from Ministry workers about stupid bickering among themselves..." They were talking simultaneously again, which made it hard to get what they were saying. I caught something Professor Snape was saying, though.

"...since I heard this straight from Slytherin's own boy prefect..." Snape was snarling. "I overheard him bragging about how his father had paid you, Minister Fudge, to order Dumbledore to make him prefect without considering other boys for that post."

"Mr. Snape, you are making a very strong assumption here," Fudge told Snape coolly, staring him down. Snape merely stared straight back, his black eyes cool.

"Is it true, Minister Fudge?" Dumbledore asked quietly. "You did order me to appoint Mr. Malfoy the boy prefect post in the Slytherin house."

"Only because since Hogwarts was in disarray at the time, Lucius' son was the best choice," Fudge countered back. "Lucius did not need to bribe me to do anything I didn't want to do." He stared coldly at both Dumbledore and Snape.

"I also add that it was Lucius before he went to prison last year, who ordered me to favor his son," Snape went on. "I admit that Mr. Malfoy is not one of my favorite students, but Lucius had dire threats if I dared not favor his son." Now several teachers glanced over at Professor Snape.

It's not my imagination after all, I thought, stifling a gasp. When I first entered Hogwarts, Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, seemed to really hate me. Often, he'd humiliate and belittle me. He's bitter about a lot of things, so he also belittled most of the other students as well, especially Gryffindors, so I wasn't his only target. The one he seemed to lay off was Draco Malfoy.

Now it all made sense...my friends and I had thought that because Snape was the head of the Slytherin house, he'd actually liked Malfoy. Last year, I'd found out why he seemed hostile toward me...I found out by accident through looking at Snape's pensieve that my late father had bullied Professor Snape and really humiliated him.

I'd been devastated to find out. Snape had caught me and had been so furious that he'd bellowed at me to get out of his office. I'd run out of there, absolutely crushed. It had taken me a very long time to recover from that incident.

But that had been a turning point in Snape and my relationship, which had been cold, sarcastic and distant. I guess I hadn't helped my own case any by turning in sloppy work, snarking back at him at times, and looking through his pensieve, which I'd actually been looking for Ministry clues.

This year, Snape is not as nasty with us Gryffindors, including me, as he once was. My great-aunt Miranda and several others have told me that personality-wise, I am like my late mum. I think Snape sees that too, since before he just saw me as a "repeat" of James and I can see why that brings back bitter memories for him.

That explains why this year, Snape hasn't been coddling Malfoy Junior so much and letting him get away with as much as he'd done before...Malfoy Senior is not around to threaten him anymore, now that he's been in Azkaban since last summer.

"Sounds like some of your students need to work out some issues among themselves as well as you professors," Fudge stated, standing up. Some of the other Ministry members stood too, some of them grabbing jackets and outdoor robes.

"All of you, just keep an eye on students and Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore, keep watch over your faculty; they seem to have a handful of issues amongst themselves...we'll check in again and see if any of your students will be ready for the final battle soon. And if your students do join us in battle, your school will be rewarded and credited. Until then, good day."

"Don't you think we're concerned about outside of Hogwarts too?" McGonagall insisted. "We're not fixated on end credits and rewards." That started another round of arguing and it got loud again and I gulped hard, hoping they didn't hear my swallow.

"We are not going to get into the everyone out for themselves thinking!" Madame Hooch bellowed.

"Since some of you cannot be civilized here, we're leaving," Fudge said coolly and with that, they apparated and were gone, leaving the professors in a frustrated huddle. Damn, I mouthed, feeling frustrated too.

"Well, another nowhere meeting with the Ministry dunderheads," Snape growled. "It's no wonder the main office in the Ministry is so round...everyone goes in endless rounds and nothing gets accomplished!"

"I know..." Tonks rolled her eyes. "Rewarded and credited as if we're at all concerned about that when some of those Ministry people themselves don't know which end is up. Good pointers, Severus."

Snape nodded at Tonks, then started to storm out, but he nearly crashed into me and I had to jump back. Unfortunately, there was a low stool and I tripped over it with a crash and landed on the floor. Oh, dear! I thought as my glasses flew off and I knew my cloak had slid partially off, exposing my legs. Several teachers gasped.

"Mr. Potter!" Snape and McGonagall both exclaimed.

"Harry...are you all right?" Sprout peered down at me.

"Oh...God..." I let out a shaky breath, and fumbled for my glasses, since without them, I'm nearly blind. McGonagall reached over and handed them to me and I put them on. I reddened when I saw them peering down at me as if I were some weird creature from another planet.

I then slowly and shakily stood, knowing that I owed them an explanation. "I'm...excuse me for listening in; I know I shouldn't have done it, but I've been so worried and I heard Professors McGonagall, Tonks, and Flitwick discussing the meeting in the hall, so I had to come here..." my hands shook as I nervously wrapped the cloak around my arm.

"And that gave you business to eavesdrop on an adult conference?" McGonagall's face was stern, but I could see a flash of understanding in her eyes.

"N-n-no, not really, but I'm so worried, not only about us students, but you all and the...magical world," I had to swallow again before continuing. "I...g-guess you see how some of the Ministry..."

"Yes, we are aware that many of its members have an ulterior agenda for defeating the evil forces," Dumbledore added.

"I'm willing to take wh-whatever's the consequence for...eavesdropping...entering without permission; I just had to know...what you were dealing with," I told them as we headed to the door.

"Yes, it will be a detention," McGonagall told me. "We know you mean well, but you are correct in taking the consequences. So, it will be a Saturday one as well. At nine in my office helping me with my files for three hours."

"Y-yes..." I let out my breath in relief. I'd known I was risking getting into real trouble, not only with the school, but the Ministry as well.

"Clever way of helping out this school, Mr. Potter," Snape mused. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere.

"Mr. Potter...make us a promise not to eavesdrop on future conferences," Dumbledore told me as we headed down the rotating elevator. "It could be dangerous if the Ministry saw you here.

I decided to make a deal. "I understand...perhaps, next meeting, maybe one of you could...?" I looked at them.

"Perhaps a pensieve?" Dumbledore smiled softly and so did McGonagall.

"Oh...yes, thank you," I nodded.

"It's late, so we'd better be heading to bed," McGonagall told us.

It was late, almost midnight, so we headed to bed. Once I got into bed, I lay there, thinking for a long time.

It was a relief that the professors are standing strongly for us students. It was rather odd finding out about where Draco Malfoy really stood with Snape. But will it be enough to defeat the evil side? I worried as I turned over.

We have made lots of progress in this war, especially with tracking down and having the death eaters arrested. Professor Tonks know that the fewer followers Voldemort has under his control, the less powerful he is.

But will we be able to track down some of the sneakiest death eaters like Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange? Will even arresting the last death eater be enough to really make Voldemort defeatable? I think I finally fell asleep, but with a forehead wrinkled in worry.