A/U: Again..sorry for short chapters. Its for a very personal reason actually..shrugs Dear Lord someone reviewed though!
Thanks Rururr, glad you've liked it so far. I'll keep updating it as long as at least one person seems to like..but rambling aside, here we go again.
Anger to Simmer
When the group had landed, Harry had thought little of it, though he was glad it had finally ended. As much as he enjoyed the freedom, it had been freezing, and it wasn't the same with having to keep pace with so many others. He had quietly taken in his surroundings, only to find it a, somewhat, normal Muggle area. Conveying his confusion, the teen glanced up at Moody with the question of what the hell was going on, only to find the ex-auror's peircing gaze already focused on him. He shievered, the question dropping on the tip of his tongue. Why was Mad-Eye looking at him like that? It was almost..accusing? Maybe he was just imagining it.
Thankfully though, it was answered a few tense secounds later by Remus. "This is Headquarters, Harry. It may not seem like much, but.." He pulled out a slim, torn piece of paper and handed it over to Harry. "This should help with that. Read it, quickly, and then focus on what you read."
Trying to convince himself he had imagined Mad-Eye's look, the raven haired teen had distractedly taken the paper. Reading it over, he found himself even more confused.
The Location of The Order of the Phenoix is located at Number 12 Grimauld Place.
The note was in a spindly script, which Harry slowly placed as being Dumbledore's handwriting. What was 'The Order of the Phenoix', though? Was this the infamous 'Headquarters' that had been mentioned earlier? Before he could re-read to be sure he had read it correctly, the note burst into bright quick flames, leaving not even ashes behind. No other option, he glanced up trying to find the building. Number 10, 11..13? Before he could even get the question out though, he noticed a building appearing between Numbers 11 and 13. Number 12.
With a sigh, he let himself be pushed forward into the house. The night kept getting odder and odder, and non of his questions answered. In the back of his mind, he noted a loud bang and some arguing, followed by a loud screeching sound he was sure was some species of owl. He was quickly distracted from it though at the sight of an approaching Sirius. Harry's heart gave a little jump, and he rushed forward to hug his Godfather.
Sirius smiled warmly at Harry, and pointed behind Harry at the comotion at the door, which the teen had previously been paying little attention to. "She's at it again." He whispered to Harry, winking as he turned to the rest of the people at the door, trying to silence the source of the noise..A portrait of an old woman, who bore quite a similarity to Sirius. "What set her off now? We only just got her to shut up after Fred and George decided to try and blast her from the wall."
"Who is she-" before Harry could even finish his question, he was cut off by Moody. "Tonks thought it wise to make a rucus and knock over the umbrella stand." With a grunt, the ex-auror pointed his want at the noisy portrait, going off about 'Blood Traitors' and how someone was going to 'Show them all wrong' Harry noted, and successfully managed to pull back curtains that had been around said picture, back over it.
Before any of what had just happened manage to sink in, Harry was ushered down a long, somewhat grimy wall, towards a door. There were loud voices behind it, arguing over something...Which ceased as soon as the door was pushed open and Harry pushed in. It was a large room, with an excessivly large table pushed into the center, an oven stashed in the background. A kitchen? Around the table were roughly 15 people. He only recognized a few faces, Mr. and Ms. Weasley, Snape, Dumbledore...What was going on? He also noticed a bit late, with a hint of sadness, that Sirius had completely disregarded his half-finished question about the odd portrait back at the door. He hadn't even asked him how he was.
The odd silence, lasting only a few secounds, was quickly broken when Molly had quickly gotten up from her seat at the table and rushed over to Harry. A worried scowl on her face as she muttered, "There you are! How have you been Harry dear?" before he even got a chance to answer, she had turned to the group behind the teen in the hallway, his 'escort'. "Did anything happen on the way, are you all alright?"
The group nodded a positive, Moody grunting something out about how it had been to quiet.
Harry, frustrated, turned to Dumbledore, at the head of the table, who had been watching with a frown on his face, the infamous 'twinkle' in his eyes faded. "What is going on? Where are we, why did am I here so early in the summer?" He practically yelled at the old wizard. The room grew deathly quiet, all eyes on him.
He was about to repeat the questions, when he noticed everyone staring at him, as though speechless. Ms. Weasly turned to him and muttered, "Ask Hermione and Ron, dear. They should be in Ron's room, you'll be sharing it with him..Down the hallway and up the stairs..third door on the left." He was pushed out of the room, the group in the hallway moving to the side to let him pass.
No other options, the teen walked angrily down the hallway. Stopping at the portrait on the way, and feeling vindictive, kicked the wall underneath it. He could've sworn he heard a soft laugh from it as he hurried up the stairs. Hermione and Ron would tell him. They would have to.
