A/N~ I went back and fixed the spacing problem in chapter 1. Hopefully this chapter keeps you interested :)
As they left the house, they saw the other three members of Order gathered around a heap of a person. Knowing that Dung was on watch today, the smell of stale tobacco and booze was of no surprise. Tonks turned to Dumbledore as he approached and had the 'pleasure' of letting the boss know of the bad news.
"Looks like Dung died from his neck being snapped, most likely on impact, along with some other bones… and the internal bleeding…" Tonks reported queasily.
As Arthur and Remus joined Albus, Tonks immediately noticed the serious tone that didn't have to do with the scum of the Order.
Kingsley seemed to notice as well as he took in the sight and situation, "Where's Potter?"
Dumbledore told them that everything would be told at the emergency Order meeting that was of the highest priority. Everyone was to attend, no matter what prior or current commitments dictated. As patronuses were sent to relay the message and Dun's body was sent to the Hogwarts Infirmary until burial, the group of 6 apparated to Grimmauld place. Minutes later, all members of the Order and the young Weasley children and Hermione were seated around the dining table.
The ever-observant Hermione was the first to ask a question on everybody's mind, with concern, "Does this have to do with Harry?"
Knowing that pleasantries were long gone out the window, Dumbledore replied, "Yes miss Granger, I'm afraid it is." Knowing by the way Dumbledore was acting, everyone shared worried glances. Ron even said "Shit" under his breath.
As Dumbledore relayed the information that was went over during the visit to Privet Drive, everyone visibly blanched, gasped, and yelped at appropriate times. As soon as Dumbledore was finished Ron jumped to his feet, wand in hand. "What the bloody hell is everyone waiting for?! Let's go people!" He yelled with his Gryffindor bum rush adventure mentality. Arthur had to pull his son back into his seat before telling him that they needed a plan before they knew what was going on.
Dumbledore then went onto laying down the plan of attack. Everyone got into the appropriate mindsets before off to start off their section of the plan.
A few hours later, after a warning message from Snape, who had been summoned by Voldemort and last minute instructions to pass word as soon as the Dark Lord was on the move. The Weasley family trying to make their way through Diagon Alley towards the Twins new shop. Hermione was in Florish and Blotts with her mother looking for books for summer reading. Hagrid was in Knockturn Alley looking for Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. Remus was in the second hand robes shop.
Within a few moments, the DA galleons that Hermione had shown everyone burned in earnest. The adult Order members burst from the shops they were in while the rest came in through the Leaky Cauldron, yelling at the few shoppers present in the Alley to get into one of the shops. With a flurry of robes and a burst of light and magic, the order members were tossed to the ground bar Hagrid, who staggered back and held up a skillet size hand up to his face to cover his eyes from the blinding light, and Dumbledore who did the same.
When everyone got his or her bearings together, did they notice that a stage was erected in the middle of Diagon Alley. Surrounding the stage were multiple Death Eaters, who were standing on the inside of a translucent purple dome. On the stage stood sneering Voldemort and another figure bound to a chair. The figure was gaunt, pale teenage male with messy hair and a drooping head. Every member of the Order stood stunned for a second taking in the scene. Then Molly Weasley's voice broke the silence, "Harry? Is that Harry?! HARRY!" she screeched the last word. Remus and Arthur had to hold a now hysteric Molly back from running to her adopted son's aid. Tonks barely registered that she was transforming back into her usual form from her "Hermione's mom" disguise.
Voldemort's laughter filled the air at Molly's distress. Soon, the Death Eaters joined in as well. Dumbledore's voice broke through Molly's hysteric mothering and the dark wizards' laughter. "Leave the boy Tom. You and I can sort this out." Knowing this was a very weak point to drive, especially to a deranged Dark Lord no less, but he had to try. He had to stall.
If anything, Dumbledore only made the laughter louder until Voldemort spoke. "Really Dumbledore, do you really expect this situation to turn in your favor?"
Dumbledore spoke calm, keeping his voice in his signature grandfatherly tone. "I expect to leave with Harry."
Come now, Dumbledore. Even with the partial prophecy that I've heard, I knew all those years ago that I was to kill the boy. Doing so after he has been labeled the savior of the world makes it even sweeter, and on a stage no less!"
"Please Tom", Dumbledore continued as Voldemort hissed at him, "You do not know the rest of the prophecy and are on half facts." Dumbledore knew that whether Voldemort knew the entire prophecy, it wouldn't change anything. He was just hoping that for all of Voldemort's planning, he would falter in thinking that something could go wrong.
By then, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had snuck out from the shops that they were instructed to hide in to see what all of the commotion was about and see if they had in fact gotten Harry back. As they came up behind the adults, they took in the sight. Hermione was the first to react, running through the crowd screaming her best friend's name and up to the dome of magic before anyone could stop her, Ron and Ginny right behind her. Skidding to a halt, she started banging on the dome with her fist, knowing that it wouldn't work but having to try. Ron screamed, "Let go of our friend you bloody bastard!" while Ginny was in tears, just like Hermione.
Voldemort sneered down at the three teenagers as they were pulled back to the Order, his eyes falling on Hermione "How touching! Harry Potter's friends coming to see him die. Even the mudblood girl that he loves is here, and all of the thanks fall on her shoulders." The members of the Order latched onto to this revelation, heads snapping back and forth between Hermione, Harry, and Voldemort.
"W-what…?" Hermione hiccupped, a look of confusion as she looked between Harry and Voldemort.
"Yes, it's all because of you that we were able to make it to this situation. I was able to pull it straight from the young brat's head over the past few days as his mental shields fell into themselves. Young, poor Harry fresh from his godfather's death, a death he so rightly blamed himself for, full of grief and guilt and oh so vulnerable."
"His friends don't fully understand what he is going through. But wait! There is one friend who could understand his pathetic hardships; a pathetic waste of magic mudblood had gone through similar problems and always stuck by his side. The one dirty blood witch who he had finally came to terms with his feelings with. And yet, when he voiced these feelings, all he got was rejection and a seemingly destroyed friendship." When their master had finished his tale, the Death Eaters jeered and laughed as they had never before. Above all, Bellatrix's cackle was distinguishable.
Ron had a stunned and shocked look on his face, as did Ginny. Though there was a hint of disappointment on her face. Hermione's eyes were as big as dinner plates, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She had a feeling that Harry would take it hard, but didn't all boys take rejection hard? But then again, Harry wasn't like all boys. He was an amazing wizard who was emotionally weak and only barely held it together. Growing up with the Dursley's taught him how to mask his emotions and bottle them up. Only by looking at his gaunt features now, looking as if he had given up, did she realize how much she really hurt him.
Voldemort usually had to fib or twist the truth to make people feel fear, but now he was doing a perfect job without doing that. And she new he was telling the truth. She tried to catch Harry's eyes, but he was blankly staring at the floor just beyond his shoes. His eyes were no longer the bright green with a heavy determination that burned behind them. They were hollow and sightless, as if nothing mattered in the world and Hermione knew that she had pushed him past the breaking point. Now she knew what Harry meant when he said he could never live with himself if something happened to her, because she knew, as much as she didn't want to believe it, that she was going to have that feeling and there would be no going back. How could she have been so dumb?
Behind her, she could faintly hear Dumbledore mumbling urgently.
"Now girl" Voldemort continued talking, "You will be the one to feel the true wrath of the weakness of emotions. It will be fun knowing that the guilt of the Boy Who Lived's death rests fully on you."
Voldemort waved his wand and released harry from his bindings, explaining, "Let it be known that the great Boy Who Lived had the chance to fight, yet was such a disgrace, so weak, so wrong to defy the Dark Lord, that he never even raised his wand in defense." He forcefully thrust Harry's wand back into the owner's hand. He then yanked Harry's head up by his hair so he could look straight at Hermione's face. He raised his wand to Harry's famous scar. The Death Eaters were all yelling and jeering in their support and excitement as the members of the Order were yelling in a panic, pleading for Dumbledore to do something and begging Voldemort to stop. Dumbledore was staring at a point right next to the translucent purple dome as if urging for something to happen. "TOM, STOP!" Dumbledore finally roared.
Voldemort looked up a leer while asking Harry, "Any last words, Potter?"
Dumbledore had enough waiting, he finally raised his wand and started throwing spells upon spells unto the barrier, hoping to break it down by brute magical force and forgoing all of his usual finesse. Taking his lead, all the members of the Order raised their wands. Hagrid's pink umbrella even made an appearance. With all of the spells raining down on the dome, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody stepped back from next to the dome, dropping his Invisibility Cloak in the process. He was smart enough to get out of the line of fire before he too dropped his task of silent ward breaking and went for an all out tactic. All of this happened in a matter of a few seconds.
Through the entire ruckus, Voldemort noticed that the magical force field began to crack under the heavy strain of the magical blows. His voice rang out, "AVADA-"
Hermione, knowing she wouldn't get another chance, screamed, "HARRY, I LOVE YOU!"
"-KEDAVRA!"