Chapter 2:

Normal Pov

Over a month had passed since the Order members saw any of the four women. The Golden Trio's late night talks were mostly about them. Hermione was worried that they would break in and kill Harry, so she broke out a book of protection spells and consulted an order member. Ron was in denial, and just worried a lot aloud. Harry, well Harry wasn't exactly worried. The oldest women, Voldemort's apparent sister, didn't seem to hate him like Voldemort did. He thought she was pretty much funny, but was only a little bit scary. But the three teenagers though… Well Miss Riddle seemed perfectly capable of keeping them in line.

"Harry?" There was a high whisper, and he jumped around. He was alone in his room, but could've sworn that he had heard Miss Riddle's voice. That overly high, snake like whisper she seemed to possess. He laid back down on his bed but couldn't concentrate. Any minute now, Mrs. Weasley was going to call him and his empty stomach done for dinner. It was now 8:24 at night, and in less then twelve hours he and the rest of the children upstairs were going to Kings Cross Station for the Hogwarts train. He looked over to a portrait of a snake and sighed.

"Hello?" He whispered, figuring that someone might talk back to him. If Miss Riddle was really Voldemort's sister, well then she would understand his Parcel Tongue.

I just imagined it. Harry thought after a few seconds. There was no way that she snuck into his room. He decided.

"Hello." He jumped. She was here. But where? Harry got up off his four portrait bed and looked around the large room. Should he tell the order? No! A voice in his head told him. There was no way that Harry was going to bother them with the fact that there was a woman whispering in his head. He jumped again when there was a soft knock at the door. He ran to the door and took a deep breath. He swung the door open.

"Hello Miss Rid-!" Harry shut his mouth when the person who knocked was revealed to be Hermione and Ron. Both of their faces were scrunched up and pale.

"Mrs. Weasley told us to come and get you Harry, for dinner." Hermione said softy, barely higher then a whisper. Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing of course. Except…" Ron leaned in with a quick look down the hall. "You'll never guess who's here." Ron whispered. And Harry's face lit up. Now he knew where that whispering came from. She's downstairs! You see… Harry has been very taken with Miss Riddle ever since he met her.

"I have a guess. Let's go." Harry said, and ran down the staircase. When he was at the bottom of the stairs, he slowed to a stop. Mrs. Weasley was alone in the hallway, looking panic stricken.

"Harry, I have to tell you something." She whispered. Pulling him away from the cracked dinning room door. Hermione and Ron waited at the foot of the stairs for him while he talked.

"Harry, remember those four, lovely women who stopped by about a month ago?" Mrs. Weasley said with gritted teeth, and Harry nodded excitedly. "Oh, are they here?" Harry asked, with a smile tipping at the corner of his lips.

"Yes. And their staying for dinner. Just promise me you'll be careful. I'm afraid that they aren't as composed and happy as they were the last time they visited." Molly Weasley pleaded with Harry, and he nodded.

"Of course Mrs. Weasley." Harry promised, and she dragged him to the cracked open door. She peaked in, and gave a loud tsk. "I swear that girl isn't right! I can't believe she even… Urgh! In you go! Molly grumbled under her breath, and the Golden Trio shuffled inside the room. The scene inside was…disturbing.

Harry sat down next to Bella, Sirius's daughter, and watched her drink. She was gulping down a large bottle of some kind of liquor, getting drunk off her rocks.

"Hello, Boy who pathetically lived." She breathed with a drunken chuckle, and tipped her head back. Next to her, Ginger was smoking what seemed to be some kind of rolled up wrapper, which was obviously marijuana , and having a smoky conversation with Taylor.

"Like what you see?" Bella whispered teasingly with another breezy chuckle, and Harry wondered how old she actually was when she started drinking.

"Ugh… I guess." He muttered awkwardly, and averted his eyes to Miss Riddle. She was neither smoking nor drinking, but in a pleasant whisper conversation with Mad eyed Moody.

"So… What do you work as? "Sirius said, trying to engage his own daughter in a conversation. Harry didn't blame him, but couldn't help but think that it was a lost cause. Bella obviously was a juvenile, and hated him.

Bella looked up from her liquor and shrugged. "I sleep with some guys down at Knockturn Alley and they pay me. That's work I guess-!"

"Stop lying Bells! As if anyone would pay for that-!"

Bella swung at Ginger's head with her bottle, which connected with a loud crack. "Ow!" Ginger said sarcastically, making the both of them laugh. Juliunna laughed when Bella put down her bottle.

"Ginger, pass the weed." Bella said holding out her hand expectedly. Mrs. Weasley watched in disgust as Ginger passed her joint to Bella, who took a long, deep, inhale. Everyone watched as she held it in, looking around the room. It must have been a full minute until she exhaled that sweet, intoxicating smoke. Her eyes rolled up to her head as she breathed it out.

"So… Want a try?" Bella held out her joint to Ginny Weasley, and Molly jumped up with a yell. "I don't think so!" She flicked her wand in Bella's direction, and the joint diminished in smoke.

"What?! Come on!" Bella yelled, and grabbed the bottle again. Harry flinched away from her as she gulped down more of the fiery liquor.

"So, who's going to Hogwarts tomorrow?" Taylor asked, trying to change the subject.

Harry, Hermione, Fred and George, Ron, and Ginny raised their hands. But to the orders surprise, so did Miss Riddle, Taylor, Ginger, and Bella.

"Wait, why are you all going to Hogwarts?" Molly Weasley asked, mentally praying it was a huge joke. Harry however, grinned wildly.

"Well, I'm going because I got a teaching job. It's a whole new course that I came up with. Taylor, Ginger and Bella are going back to school. They never did finish their education." Juliunna shot a look at her three friends, who grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, whatever. The real reason we're going is because theirs no way we'd leave Jules alone. Right Julie?" Bella smirked, and the four of them gave each other knowing looks.

"I have a question. Are you three her body guards?" Ginny asked, and Harry could've sworn that Mrs. Weasley pinched her for asking that question.

"You can say that. We just prefer to stick together for protection red head." Taylor said, picking at her shirt. She kept looking at her watch worriedly.

"Could I use your fireplace-?"

"Taylor! I believe that Zack will be okay for an hour with your father. Stop worrying." Juliunna teased her, but Taylor growled.

"Yes, but its 8:45 already. What if he forgets to look at the list? At eight forty five Zack needs his bath!" She growled. The order watched and listened to her grumble for a few minutes, but didn't say anything. In the kitchen door, there was a loud beep, and Mrs. Weasley jumped up.

"I better go get dinner. Be right back." Mrs. Weasley said, and shuffled off in that direction. Bella ruffled around in her purse and sweared loudly when she came up empty.

"Where'd it go? Tay Tay, I put my knife in my purse, where'd it go?"

"First off, don't call me Tay Tay. Second, what do you need a knife for?"

"You know that I need to open up my veins before I eat! It feels better, and I know you had my purse earlier, and my knife was there earlier!"

"Why do you need to open up your veins before you eat?" Ginny asked, and this time Fred and George kicked her under the table.

"She needs to open up her veins to get rid of all those troubles she got-!"

"Shut up Tay Tay!"

"Don't call me Tay Tay!" Taylor yelled, and reached across the table to smack Bella upside the head. When she pulled it away, Bella rubbed hers painfully. "Don't make me stand up!" She yelled, grabbing Ginger's purse. To everyone's shock, she pulled a twelve inch boning knife out of Ginger's and pulled it on Taylor.

"Whoa, whoa ladies we don't need to fight-!" Bella interrupted Sirius by jumping at Taylor. Bella stabbed at her too early, but Taylor being so good, dodged it, and the knife ending up stabbing the back of her chair.

"ARGH!" They screamed, pushing and punching each other. Harry and everyone else watched in horror as they both grabbed the knives on the table and started swiping at each other. Well, everyone but Miss Riddle and Ginger. Miss Riddle tapped Ginger's shoulder and muttered, "Break it up." In her ear.

Within seconds, Ginger had her wand out, and both Bella and Taylor were thrown twenty feet from each other, both smashing into a wall.

"Nice." Miss Riddle muttered, appraisingly, and Ginger smirked.

"I'm leaving!" Bella shouted, jumping up. Ginger and Taylor were both smirking, as Bella grabbed a large amount of Floo Powder.

"Not my fault you're a sore loser!" Taylor shouted angrily, wiping a piece of dry blood from her cheek. Juliunna hissed loudly, clutching her arm, the three of the other girls doing the same.

"Oh come on! Why does the Dark Lord always seem to call when I have to go nurse a hang over?!" Bella shouted, and Apperated to who knows where.

"Plus a bloody wound." Taylor muttered, Apparerating too.

"Eh. I've got no problem." Ginger shrugged, and she Apperated away.

Juliunna, the last one there, looked around at the Order, who was looking shocked and horrified. Molly walked in clutching large bowls of food, but looked surprise and confused.

"Well, duty calls. Goodbye everyone. Thank you for the invite, and I'm sorry that we couldn't stay for dinner. Goodbye." She announced, and twirled in a disappearing cloud.

After a moment, Hermione cleared her throat. "Mrs. Weasley, why doesn't the Ministry arrest those women for being Death Eaters. I mean everyone knows who they are." Hermione asked, and a shadow crossed Mrs. Weasley's face.

"Dumbledore told us to pardon them. And the Ministry has made immune to all laws." Mrs. Weasley scowled.

"But why?" Ginny asked, and the twins kicked her again.

"Stop kicking me under the table!" She shouted, but this time Mad Eye Moody answered her question.

"Well its obvious isn't it? You know who has connections in the Ministry."

Harry frowned. This seems even bigger then he could suspect. He is of course right. But he couldn't imagine exactly how bad this was.