1Chris looked around at the table, filled with people his own age, and people older than him. His fellow teenagers stared at him, like he was an experiment to be studied. He hated that feeling, returning their stares with glares of his own.

"That's because there haven't been any funny deaths yet," the soft mutterings continued, Chris blocking them out as soon as they came. He had heard it all before, knew each for before they were spoke. He studied the people who he was currently in the room with, in the way he assumed they were studying him. He guessed that the red heads were all the one family, and that the two light brunette males were father and son. His eyes passed over all of these people, scanning them for something to make them memorable.

His eyes fell upon a black haired boy with glasses. Chris had done his homework before making himself known to the Order, he knew exactly who this boy was, and why he was seemingly important. Chris surveyed the boy, Harry his name was, if he remembered correctly. Chris snorted loudly, earning himself angry gazes from the arguing adults at the table. He rolled his eyes, laying back and placing his feet on the table, an action which would have drew a loud tut from the mother hen of the red-headed teens, were she in the room. He bit back a laugh.

"What's he after apart from followers?" Harry asked swiftly. Chris looked up and over at him. An uneasy feeling feel over the table. Sirius and Remus exchange what could only be describe as the most fleeting of looks as the others, without consciously thinking of the action, moved in closer to the table, almost as though they were blocking out anyone else hearing the conversation.

Sirius was the one to answer Harry, though his answer was deliberately oblique. "Stuff he can only get by stealth." Harry continued to looked puzzled. Chris frowned. From what he knew, and he knew quite a bit, Voldemort wasn't a big fan of stealth. Neither was his boss, now he came to think of it. "Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time." Sirius explained further.

"When he was powerful before?" Harry asked, his mind trying to piece things together. Chris sat straight in his chair, placing his feet on the ground.

"Expect its not just Voldemort now, you may think it, but snake-lover isn't the most powerful out there," he pointed out, his dislike of Voldemort leading to him using one of the many nicknames he had created for the dark wizard. "I mean if it were just him, it'd be simple. The right potion, the right words, boom he's dust." The table stared at him. "Okay many not that simple," Chris relented.

Harry frowned at Chris. "Not just Voldemort?" He questioned, feeling confusion and the faintest ebbing of fear strike him. Chris smirked, not helping how Harry felt at all. "What do you mean its not just Voldemort anymore?"

"Well there is the slight complication of.."

"That's enough!" Mrs Weasley's voice shrieked from the shadows. She stepped into the dim light of the kitchen, trembling with anger as she glared at Chris. "You have created enough fear for one night. They're just children!"

"And I'm not?" He snapped at her. Molly glared furiously.

"You are not my responsibility Chris, they are. You have actively involved yourself in this war for too long, there is nothing we can do to get you out of it. But you are not going to pull people into a war they aren't ready for." Molly spoke in such a tone that no-one who knew better dared to speak out against her. The instinct of the mother to protect her children had increased in Molly, and no-one wanted to be on the receiving end of her wrath,.

"The war is here, how can they not get involved in something that's alread..."

"I said that's enough! Now all of you, bed." Molly said. The group still at school jumped up from their seats, and scrambled towards the door, running towards the stairs. Chris remained fixed in his seat, glaring defiantly at Molly Weasley.

"If you keep protecting them like this, they're gonna end up dead," he informed her snidely, before orbing out of the room.