The Veil
Chapter 4: The Meeting
There were many people that Harry would have been glad to find at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but Snape was not one of them. As Harry was deposited on the floor of the kitchen by the fireplace, the famous Snape sneer was already in place upon the sallow skin. Harry glared back at his former professor, and said, "Where's Remus?"
"I do not know where that filthy wolf is, and I do not wish to either. If you wish to find him, ask someone else," came the quiet, yet angry reply.
"Fine, I will." And Harry stormed off into the den, in which many people were gathered, mostly giving reports. Tonks was currently giving her report. In mourning, her hair was black and wavy, and she had made her eyes gray and sad. Tears were constantly rolling down her face, though she wasn't sobbing.
"...Twenty-three fifth years seriously wounded, twelve dead. Eleven sixth years with minor wounds, no serious wounds, seven dead." She took a shuddering breath and continued. "Thirty seventh years seriously wounded. Sixteen dead. A moment of silence for those lost."
Harry stood in the doorway and looked around the room. The Weasley twins sat beside each other, not crying, but with blank looks on their faces. Ron was out of St. Mungos', but one of his legs was paralyzed, and his crutches lay on the floor in front of him. Hermione was leaning into his side, shaking and crying. Neville was there, tears dripping out of his eyes, onto the floor. Percy had evidently apologized, and was comforting his mother, who was holding onto both him and her husband. Ginny was nowhere to be seen, and Harry suspected that she was taking care of Bill and Charlie who were in St Mungos' still. A few of the teachers were there that Harry had taken classes with, like Professors Sinistra, McGonagall and Sprout. The portrait of Phineus Nigellus had been brought into the room, and he was still looking haughty, emotionless.
The period of silence ended, and Harry walked into the room and over to Tonks, who smiled at Harry. "Wotcher."
"Hi. Could you tell me where Remus is, I need a word."
Tonks waved in the general direction of the stairs. "He's upstairs somewhere, looking after Teddy. He'd already given his report."
"Great. Thanks, Tonks."
"No problem, Harry," she answered as Harry tiptoed past Mrs. Black's portrait as fast as he could.
A/N: I know that this was a slightly...depressing chapter, but I always feel like this on Remembrance Day. I just need to vent my negative emotions.