So here's chapter two! Two chapters in one day! Whoo! I mean, I know I've only gotten two reviews and only on the first chapter, but I just want to keep this story out there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new segment. Please, REVIEW! Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flaming in unnecessary and immature. Thankies. ^-^


Chapter: Two

A VOICE was yelling at her and her shoulder was being frantically shaken. Lucy just scrunched up her face in annoyance and groaned, rolling onto her side. Yet, whoever was trying to awaken her was persistent. The person kept calling her name, louder that time, and shook her harder.

"Bloody hell! I'm awake, dammit!" Lucy snapped, opening her golden eyes only to have her brows furrow upon seeing who was looming over her. "Stefan? What in Godric's name are you doing here in my bedroom? How did you even get into my house?"

"There's no time for questions! Gather whatever you think you might need and pack them quickly! Then, I'll meet you downstairs with your grandmother!" Stefan exclaimed, his voice rushed and panicky.

Dread rushed over her seeing her friend's terrified face. Stefan was always calm and collected, even when things seemed bad. She sat up in her bed. "Stefan, what's going on? What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, already feeling cold sweat on her slender frame.

"No questions! Pack your things! And then, get to the den!" he ordered before turning and sprinting out of her bedroom.

For a second, Lucy sat there stunned, but snapped out of it and did as Stefan ordered. The short-haired girl yanked on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers then, started packing whatever she needed for school and such into her Hogwarts trunk and into a backpack. Once everything was packed, Lucy unhooked Sebastian and his cage from the stand to run out of her room. As she briskly descended the stairs, her heart was pounding in her ears and her stomach was in knots.

What was going on? Why did Stefan look so scared? Why did Lucy had to pack whatever possessions she could? And why was her grandmother going with her? Why? Why did they have to leave? Where were they to be going? What was happening?

Lucy got to the den to see her grandmother and Stefan speaking in scared and hushed voices—Emma had a couple of bags with her as well. The minute Lucy stepped into the room, they stopped and turned to her, both with terror on their faces—Emma more so than Stefan. Lucy immediately started asking questions, "Okay! Now, can you tell me what's going on, Stefan? Why did I have to pack my things? Are we leaving?"

"I'm sorry, Lucy, but this is no time to ask questions. I have to get you and your grandmother as far away from here as soon as possible before they come." Stefan told her, his keen eyes dancing from place to place as he listened closely to anything that sounded suspicious.

"Before who comes? What the bloody hell is going on?!" the younger female in the room demanded, moving over to the fireplace where the other two were.

"Death Eaters," was all he said gravely.

Lucy wasn't going to let that be all he said, so she opened her mouth to have him elaborate. However, just as she was about to question why Death Eaters of all people were going to their tiny little neighborhood to her little home, they came multiple popping sounds from outside where it was still dark—the sun wouldn't be setting for another hour or so. That caused everyone in the den to jump. Stefan moved over to the window and pressed his back up against the wall to move the curtains a nudge so he could see out without being seen himself.

His blue eyes widened and he snapped his head to the women, "Go! They're here! Go now! You know where to go, Emma!" he hissed hurriedly.

"But--!" Lucy started to protest, but was cut off by her grandmother grabbing her arm and forcing her into the fireplace beside her and her cat Tom.

Her grandmother grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the jar beside the fireplace and threw it down, shouting, "Number 12, Grimmauld Place!" That caused green dust to fly up and the second that happened, Lucy realized Stefan wasn't in the fireplace with them.

"Stefan! Hurry! Get in here!" she cried as magic enveloped her and her grandmother.

Stefan, with a solemn smile, looked back at them. "I hope to see you later, Luciana."

What was that supposed to mean? Either way, it made Lucy even more scared than she already was. "Stefan!" the girl yelled, trying to step out of the fireplace and drag him back, but the Floo Powder was already doing its job—she couldn't escape it now.

Before the den of her home faded away, Lucy saw, with wide eyes, the front door of her home slam open followed by three cloaked figures step inside. She recognized those cloaked people, they were Death Eaters and Stefan was facing them alone. And with no wand? Why didn't he have a wand? Why were there Death Eaters?

Despite all those questions, Lucy could only scream out her friend's name as she was sucked away from her home, "STEEEEEEEEEEEFAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

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Lucy never had gotten use to traveling by Floo Powder, she'd always stumble when exiting. Thus, since she was so distracted with leaving Stefan behind that when she arrived at the fireplace of the home of the Black family, the fifteen-year-old pretty much tripped and fell face first onto the wooden floor.

"Oh, Luciana!" exclaimed Emma stepping out of the fireplace to partially kneel by her granddaughter's side. The elderly woman helped the girl get to her feet by her shoulders. "Are you alright, dearie?" she asked in concern, brushing the soot off Lucy.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," Lucy said shakily. She looked frantically to her grandmother. "But I'm more concerned about Stefan. We left him behind. He's alone with those Death Eaters." Tears started to sting in the corners of her light eyes fearing the worst for her best friend.

Her grandmother tried to smile reassuringly, but it came out small and weak. "Don't fret, love. Stefan will be alright. He can handle himself." Emma said, smoothing Lucy's messy bangs from her face.

"But--"

"Emma? Lucy?" came a familiar gentle yet, somber male's voice.

Jumping, the women snapped their heads to the entrance of the room to see a tall yet, scrawny man with mousy brown hair and a slightly scarred face. Lucy rushed over to him and gripped his arms desperately, "Uncle Remus! It's Stefan! Death Eaters attacked our house and we left without him! He's alone with those monsters!"

Lupin searched his goddaughter's eyes quickly then, his brown ones looked over the girl's head to look at a distraught Emma. Just seeing the old woman's expression and the look from her eyes told the werewolf everything he needed to know.

Lupin's eyes looked back down at Lucy's and feigned a smile. He squeezed her shoulders. "It's all right, Lucy. He will be alright, I promise." he softly comforted.

She furrowed her brows. Why does everyone keep saying that? Stefan is alone with Death Eaters! How could things possibly be alright?!, she thought quizzically. "But, Uncle Remus--"

He spoke over her, speaking to the old woman at the fireplace who was trying to drag out their luggage and pets, "Emma, leave that. I'll get them. You take Lucy upstairs. There's a room for her and a room for you. Then, please come back downstairs and come into the dining room. Molly, Arthur, Severus, Nymphadora, and Alastor are already in there."

Emma looked apprehensive at first, but then curtly nodded. "Right." The light-haired female walked up to them and took her granddaughter's hand. "Come along, darling. Let's go upstairs. You need more sleep." she ushered Lucy out of the room.

"But--" Lucy started to protest. Why was everyone avoiding her questions? And why was everyone forcing her to go places?

Her grandmother just gave her another forced smile and guided her upstairs. Lucy just stared, confused and scared, but allowed Emma to take her up the stairs—she was still really tired, but far more terrified.

Emma took her granddaughter down the creaky hallway and to a door. The old woman knocked lightly and the two waited shortly until the door steadily opened. None other than the busy-haired, but pretty brunette Hermione Granger stood there, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Wh-Who is it?" she yawned sleepily—it was fairly early in the morning. Hermione then, blinked her eyes focusing. "Mrs. Gerard? Lucy?" the young witch questioned in surprised.

"Did you say Lucy, 'Mione?" queried the tired voice of the redheaded girl, Ginny Weasley as she appeared at Hermione's side. Ginny's reaction to see Emma and Lucy was the same. "Mrs. Gerard? Lucy?"

"Good morning, dears. I am terribly sorry if I woke you, but my granddaughter will be bunking with you two. You don't mind, do you?" Emma explained, offering her inviting and caring smile—though there was a hint of disdain behind it.

"Uh, no," Hermione said. She and Ginny stepped aside a little to allow entrance to the girls' temporary room in the Order of the Phoenix. "Come on in."

Emma smiled and lightly pushed Lucy into the dark and dusty room after kissing her cheek. Then, the woman turned around and headed back downstairs. Lucy watched her grandmother go before sighing deeply and rubbing the back of her neck. Something serious was going on, but Lucy had no idea what and that just caused her anxiety and dread to increase within her chest.

"Lucy? Are you okay?" asked Ginny, placing a hand on her arm. Her lovely sky blue eyes looked up at her friend in deep concern.

"…That's an awfully good question, Gin." Lucy sighed again.

"What's going on?" Hermione questioned with an arched brow.

"That's another good question." Lucy turned to the two girls. "No one will tell me anything. All I know is one minute is that one minute I was sleeping and the next, Stefan was forcing Grammy and me out of house because Death Eaters were coming."

The other two girls gasped with wide eyes. "Death Eaters?!" they cried aghast.

Lucy stiffly nodded. "Yeah. I don't know why they came. There was like three of them, but Stefan's alone with them and I'm worried sick about him. He didn't have a wand or anything." she explained, her throat tightening again at the thought of her best friend being killed.

Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances then, nodded to each other, which made Lucy raise a brow—what were they thinking? Before she could asked, Hermione rushed out of the room to go across the hall. Ginny snatched up Lucy's hand and they followed after the Muggle-born. They stopped at a door and Hermione frantically knocked at it.

Soon, an exhausted and slightly annoyed Ron Weasley answered. "Bloody hell, Hermione. It's four o'clock in the morning." the ginger-haired boy grumbled.

"We need to talk to Harry, Ronald. This is important. Move aside." she ordered sternly, storming into the room while pushing him aside. Ginny and Lucy followed the other girl.

Ron arched a brow seeing Lucy. "Luce? When did you get here?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Just now with Grammy." Lucy answered then, was yanked over to Harry's bed where Hermione was trying to get him to awaken.

"Harry! Harry! Get up! This is urgent!" shouted Hermione as she shook him.

Groaning, the inky-haired boy slowly woke up. He opened his emerald eyes partially to furrow his brows at the new blurry figures in his and Ron's room that weren't there when he first went to bed. "Wha-What's going on?" Harry Potter sleepily asked, sitting up and reaching for the night table for his spectacles. He slipped them on his face and blinked, finally able to see the three girls standing there with fretful expressions, especially on Lucy's. His brows furrowed seeing the pale and golden-eyed girl. "Lucy? Why are you here?"

"That's what I want to know." Lucy admitted with a frown.

"Death Eaters attacked her house. Stefan, that tall, pale boy from Ravenclaw, was left behind trying to protect her and her grandmother." Hermione explained.

Harry and Ron were completely awake now. "What?!" The two boys looked to Lucy, hoping they had heard wrong.

"It's true, but I don't know why. I have no idea what's going on. I don't even know if Stefan's all right. All I know is that Grammy, Stefan, and Uncle Remus are keeping something from me about this and they're most likely discussing it with the rest of the Order." she explained, her voice strained from frustration and the other negative emotions she was feeling.

Harry face grew serious as he swung his feet off the bed. "Ron, did George and Fred give you any of those magical eavesdropping ears from last time?" he asked his best friend.

"Yeah, I think I got one, mate." Ron nodded then, looked scornfully at Hermione. "Hopefully, Hermione's pig-looking fur ball hasn't eaten that one too."

"Shut up, Ronald. Leave Crookshanks alone." she retorted, glowering at the freckled boy. He just glowered back.

Rolling her eyes at her brother and friend, Ginny spoke up, "I'll get it." She turned and left the room to get what Harry asked for leaving Lucy with the Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her arm and looking around the boys' room as she didn't know exactly what to say the other three. Lucy had been to the Order Headquarters before as her godfather Remus Lupin was a member yet, she had just been there to visit him. She hadn't been there long enough to spend time with her classmates the so-called Golden Trio. Yeah, she was in Gryffindor with them and yeah, they were friendly and spoke every now and then. However, they weren't the best of friends or anything. Lucy was more friends Ginny and some people from Ravenclaw as Stefan was in that House. Thus, whenever Lucy was alone with Hermione, Ron, and Harry, she didn't know exactly what to say. Then again, right now, what was there to say when she didn't know what was taking place and was completely rattled because of tonight's events?

She really hoped Stefan was alright. He was a strong wizard, but there was no way he could take on three Death Eaters alone and without a wand. Why didn't he have his wand on hand? Why did he come to the Black home with her and her grandmother? Why had Death Eaters attacked her house in the first place? And why was everyone acting like everything was okay? Why was no one telling her anything?

Suddenly, a big hand was placed on her shoulder bringing her out of her thoughts. She turned her eyes for her amber spheres to meet the green ones of Harry. "You alright, Lucy?" he asked, genuinely concerned. Behind him, Hermione and Ron's expressions reflected the same.

"Honestly, no. I'm flustered and really, really bloody confused. No one will tell me a damn thing," Lucy admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I'm not worried about me, I'm more worried about Stefan. He's the one facing those cloaked bastards."

"I'm sorry." Harry said. "I wish I knew what was going on, too and what's happening with Stefan."

Lucy looked at him mildly surprised. He was the first person so far that hadn't told her everything was going to be alright while feigning a smile. It was nice to hear someone being honest, even just a little. "Thanks, I guess." she said, sounding grateful but tired.

"I got it!" Ginny announced, stepping into the room holding up one of her older brothers' inventions.

Harry smirked a bit at Lucy. "But we're going to find out what's going on."

With that, all five adolescents gathered at the top of the stairs and Ron lowered the waxy ear so that it hung in front of the door to the dining room where the Order met. Ron, Lucy, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny listened closely hoping to catch what the Order members were saying.

They were just starting to catch words when the ear was suddenly tugged so hard it was ripped from Ron's hands. The teens jumped and looked down to see a roughed up Stefan standing there with a stern and fatigued look on his pretty face.

"You five know perfectly well that underage witches and wizards are not allowed to be part of the Order of the Phoenix's meetings and that includes eavesdropping on them." he said.

"Stefan!" Lucy exclaimed, her face lighting up and relief consuming her.

She tore away from the banister and as quickly as her legs could take her, she ran down the stairs. Lucy threw her herself at Stefan, wrapping her arms tightly around his skinny frame. Normally, she wasn't a very affectionate person, especially in front of an audience, but the brunette was just so incredibly happy to see her friend alive.

Lucy stepped back and beamed up at him only to frown when she finally got a good look at his face. His hair was disheveled, dirt and blood covered his pale skin, and his clothes were ripped. There was a gash at his temple and his fingers and face were crusted with blood, too. Somehow, Lucy had a feeling most of the blood covering him wasn't his. Stefan looked terrible.

Hesitantly, she reached up. "Stefan, you're bleeding." she softly whispered.

He caught her wrist, his face showing no emotion. "I'm fine. Just a scratch. Don't worry. I need to speak to the other Order members." Stefan released her hand, walked past her, and started towards the dining room. Just before he entered, without looking back, he said nonchalantly, "Go to bed. You need your rest, Luciana. That goes for all of you as well, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron." With that, he headed into the room leaving Lucy there flabbergasted. The others stared down at her, not knowing what to say or do.

Feeling their eyes, Lucy glanced up at them—her face suddenly holding no emotion. "Thanks, guys. We tried." she said with a shrug.

The four on the stairs exchanged glances.