All of this belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling.
Harry awoke to being shaken roughly by the arm and hearing his name being screeched repeatedly.
'Wazzup?!' He sat up, slightly startled, expecting there to be some sort of trouble. For a moment he even thought that Death Eaters had returned to the castle – or worse – Voldemort had somehow come back to life. Pure dread had filled him but when he saw Hermione was smiling, he trusted everything was good.
'Oh, well there's a meeting in...' she checked her watch, '...in about 20 minutes. So hurry up, get ready!' She smiled at him widely.
'Meeting? For the Order? I'm not in the Order.' Harry glanced at her. 'Neither are you.'
'Well we are now. So are Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville.'
'Err...alright then.'
Hermione frowned but refrained from commenting.
When they reached the Great Hall, people turned and looked at the duo, but didn't cheer this time. Harry guessed everyone had realised just how many people had been killed last night and were now grieving. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Rita Skeeter questioning a Healer about the extent of damage on people and the castle and the death rate. Harry quickly steered Hermione in the opposite direction and she sat on the bench next to the Weasleys', Neville and Luna. She looked at Harry, along with everyone else, expecting him to sit down. He chuckled at her accusing glare – for which he had no idea why he was receiving it – and said 'I have to go see Hagrid.'
Ron immediately spoke up. 'Yeah, was he there last night when you went to You-Know-Who?'
Harry nodded.
'What happened down there? How did you survive?' Hermione interjected eagerly.
'It's confusing. Ehm...' Harry wasn't quite sure how to explain it; he had really only just understood himself.
'Now Hermione, as much as we all want to know, I'm sure all with be revealed at the meeting.' said wisely.
'What? We have to tell everyone what we were doing? But, that's secret, sure it is Harry?' Ron spluttered.
'I don't really think it matters anymore. The main reason for not telling anyone was in case they got tortured and got forced to say something or if he somehow found out because then he could get guards and protect them and it would be near impossible for us to get at them then, wouldn't it?' Harry explained simply.
Hermione was secretly praising him for not saying any names or objects which could give anything away.
'Yeah, I guess so.' Ron agreed.
'Oh, bye' Harry staggered off on his wobbly ankle, as he had just seen Hagrid.
Immediately, Hagrid moved to sweep him up into a bone-crushing but stopped himself before he could. He squared his shoulders and folded his arms. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at Harry expectedly. Harry looked back at him evenly.
'Well?' Hagrid huffed.
'What?' Harry replied.
'What was tha' all about last night? You turnin' yerself in like tha'? I thought you'd gone bloody insane!'
Harry smiled and simply replied, 'It had to be done, I'm really sorry.'
Hagrid hesitated slightly then broke into a grin and said, 'Ah, I can't stay mad at you!', and he clapped Harry on the shoulder affectionately.
Just then the Weasley's, Hermione, Neville and Luna showed up and announced that the meeting was due to start in ten minutes.
With that, they headed off for the meeting, the young ones not quite sure what to expect.
