A/N: HAHA not mine still. Just making sure you know and no one tries to sue me. ROWLING LOVES FANFIC SHE SAID SO! So this little baby is something I always wondered about in OotP so...I wrote it. But just because we're in a room full of Order Members, don't think that there's not still the usual romantic spark...because of course, there is!


Despite Sirius' constant hounding, Remus let Tonks' comment slide as action at 12 Grimmauld Place began to pick up. There was no denying there were other things on his mind as he and the other members of the Order gathered in Sirius' basement, ready to make a few crucial decisions regarding one Harry Potter.

"So you see," Arthur said quickly, glancing at the group gathered around them, "the Dursleys, relatives though they may be, aren't even a suitable location for Harry during a normal summer, let alone this time of...well, intense need, really."

Sirius mumbled something incoherent under his breath, and Remus shot him a quick warning look. He noticed the look Dumbledore gave him, however, was much more benign. "I don't think," Dumbledore began, "that there's any doubt Harry's not safe just anywhere any longer. Apparently, even keeping round the clock watch on him isn't working any longer." Though the rest of the group had turned to Mundungus with evil glares, Dumbledore only chuckled. "It's about time we had Harry with us here at Headquarters anyway, I'll find most of you agree."

An evident look of relief crossed the features of most of the members seated around the room, especially Molly, who-despite being offered a chair numerous times-had been standing and pacing. "Dementors," she muttered angrily. "In Surrey. What next, Dumbledore? It's only right that he come with us, everyone here is more his family than those people."

Instead of looking angry with the plump redhead, Dumbledore only continued to smile. "Molly, I know how it seems. I have my reasons for wanting him to stay with his mother's family. But I agree, with his hearing on the horizon and the Ministry doubting his every word, I think it is time to bring him under our care. Now, the problem becomes how to get him there."

"There's floo powder," Arthur chimed in. "That's how we got him for the Quidditch World Cup."

"The Floo Network will be watched," Kingsley piped in. "Godric only knows how Fudge would react finding out we're all moving him back and forth, even if we don't bring him straight here."

The Order members began to look discouraged. "A Portkey?" Emmeline asked, not taking her dark eyes off of Dumbledore's bright blue ones for a moment.

"Also watched," Remus replied, looking thoughtful. It was starting to seem hopeless.

Mundungus smiled somewhat wickedly. "No one 'as to know," he started slowly, but was cut off by a sharp glare from Minerva. "Do you really think that's wise, Fletcher?" she asked, her voice short. The man shook his head slowly, and Dumbledore nodded at Moody.

"What do you think, Alastor?" he questioned, lifting an eyebrow.

The others fell silent, all chatting and arguing stopping short. Everyone had leaned in, as if waiting anxiously for the word from Moody. "I say we go after him. We'll need a guard-just a few of us-and we'll need to draw those blasted Dursleys away from the house."

The muttering picked back up as if it had never stopped. "Are you sure that's safe, Moody?" Sirius questioned, apparently anxious.

"Of course it's not," Moody replied gruffly, and despite himself, Remus grinned. Across the table from him, the sparkling brown eyes of Tonks flickered over his face, and before he knew it, she'd grinned, too. It inspired him, really, and he ducked his head, almost wishing he hadn't seen what he just had. "We'll need a group to cover him. Lupin, you said he can fly all right?"

Glad to have something else to focus on, Remus glanced up with a nod. "One of the best. I think he's capable of the journey."

Next to him, Sirius nodded. "He'll be fine, he's not James' son for nothing."

A short moment of silence passed between the members before anyone spoke. Despite the proud tone of Sirius' voice, he'd reminded them of why they were all there. To protect James and Lily's only child. Moody was the one to break the silence. "Good, then. Now, we'll need a few to go." Almost every hand in the room went up. "Well, I can't possibly take you all."

"I think," Dumbledore interrupted, "you'll find it wise to take someone the boy knows, instead of just a group of strangers. After everything he's been through, he's likely to Stupefy at least a couple of you." For a moment, Sirius looked bright and eager, then his face fell as Dumbledore added, "May I suggest Remus?"

"Me?" Remus' eyes widened, and he tried to ignore the hurt look on the face of the man next to him.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, you. Harry trusts you. And I don't think," he continued, with a glance at Moody, "that he'll think you're a-ahem-imposter." Before Remus could possibly stand a chance of replying, Dumbledore surveyed the witches and wizards in front of him. "Emmeline, Dedalus, Hestia...Sturgis..." He seemed to be thinking over each decision carefully, though no one in the room could say for sure why he was choosing the wizards he was. "Elphias...and Kingsley." There was an obvious drop off to his voice, as if he'd reached the end of his list. There was no denying the crestfallen faces in the room, save for the smirk on Severus' and the grins of those who'd been chosen. But, almost as if an afterthought, Dumbledore flashed his twinkling eyes down the table and added, "And Nymphadora."

Most of the others were so used to getting their heads chewed off if they used Tonks' full name, that at first they didn't recognize the final addition. But Remus did. He was finally getting a mission with the youngest Auror. And despite the fact that he knew he shouldn't, he found himself actually looking forward to getting Harry for more reasons than one.