Harry and Ron sat across from each other at the Three Broomsticks, both their faces grim, spirits and morale barely existent. Ron's worries were far from any of Harry's...except of course the fact that another ministry worker had went amiss. The identity was unknown to the public, but as it was Harry's fate to make or break this war...Dumbledore had decided to fill him in, and naturally, his red-headed sidekick, Ronald Weasley.
Perhaps one of the worst ministers in the history of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge...had been kidnapped by the evil villain none other than Voldemort himself. Or, as Ron figured, he wasn't important enough to be stolen directly by him, but by some of his more useless death eaters. "But still, Fudge had valuable information," Harry pointed out to Ron when he said this. Ron nodded. Then murmured," But who's loony enough to tell him anything?" But Harry was far off into his own thoughts.
It was summer already and Harry had somehow managed a month with the Dursley's, who by orders of Dumbledore, had been somewhat less threatening over that period. Yet Harry was as always relived to be back at Headquarters, the Burrow now abandoned, and all efforts being pursued at Headquarters. Harry had found it a relief mainly to just be in the presence of Dumbledore, who now often stopped by daily to speak with Harry and others of the Order. Harry had already begged Dumbledore to allow him to join the Order.
After a visit, Harry voiced this thought to Hermione. "Think about it...If I don't make it out alive, what'll they say? Harry Potter...boy who tried to save us?"