A/N. Alright then, bloody hell this feels weird lol, well anyway I have decided to continue my fic and due to the amount of reviews I had gotten and from what was in those reviews I can see that you all would probably much prefer me to get on with it and so I will, but one thing first, its been a very long time since I have been writing on and I would just like to ask you all to forgive me for my probable bad grammar and the fact that my writing style has changed, also I might change a few facts about characters that were not there before so again please forgive me. Anyway ill get on with it now LOL …
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Order Kitchen
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As the oak door splintered against the frame, several gasps were sounded and more than a few wands had been raised in retaliation to this sudden offence. Four pale figures stood in the door frame. One a tall male with deep, lustrous raven hair falling just past his ears and a pair of gleaming emeralds full of mischief gazing lazily out of said hair. One a tall woman with eyes of ice blue crystals staring out from behind a frame of hip length, shining blonde locks. Another with straight, shining raven hair falling just past her shoulders and deep violet eyes gleaming with more than a tinge of something less than sanity. As these three figures took their positions in and around the door frame, a final figure shrank slowly and nervously behind the male, this one having neon blue hair and almost pink eyes. These interesting characteristics caused her to be the first one to be recognised… unfortunately for her.
"NYMPHADORA TONKS!" The Weasley Family Matron's very distinguishable voice boomed, being the only one to regain her composure fast enough. In quick succession Molly Weasley began to interrogate the beautiful ex-auror via a series of demanding questions such as: "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH POOR HARRY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! HOW COULD YOU BE SO IRRISPONSIBLE!" during this outburst, several of the order had came to their rather limited senses and began to chatter amongst themselves. Tonks began stumbling over words trying to come up with answers to Molly's rather forceful questions, before finally breaking down into sobs at the rather plump woman's onslaught. Harry watched this in awe, which slowly built up into a fury, and before long he had had all he could take.
"SHUT UP!" His new vampiric voice carrying just a little more volume than a natural shout. Molly Weasley stopped in mid-shout and everyone else in the room stopped as well. "You have no idea, REALLY DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK THAT I WAS ANYTHING LESS THAN WILLING TO LEAVE THIS GOD DAMN HELL HOLE WHEN ITS FULL OF ALL OF YOU IDEOTS!"
"Har-" Hermione started but stuttered to a halt when she saw Harry's eyes, they had went from emerald green to blood red and with one look she was almost stunned by the intensity of the anger flowing behind those terrifying orbs.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO MY MUM LIKE THAT!" Ron had jumped into the fray with both feet flying forward as usual, and with wand in hand and face glowing beetroot, he attempted to look as threatening as possible and look dignified at the same time … both at which he failed miserably.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Three jets of magic shot out of three wands in perfect sync with each other that crashed straight into Ron and sent both himself and his wand sprawling along the floor. Harry looked to his left and right in shock, in a split second Tonks, Bella and Cissa had whipped out their wands and shot the disarming spell at Ron to protect Harry, he would have taken a second to be touched had the cold fury in their eyes not reminded him of what had just taken place.
In less than perhaps 10 seconds, all hell had broke loose, several order members had taken their wands out to the four new comers. Molly Weasley could be seen forcibly shoving Hermione, Ginny and the sobbing form of Ron out of the door. Remus had stepped over to Harry's side and had set up a shield in front of himself and the foursome who had still not left their doorway. And all the while people were thinking "Where the hell is Dumbledore". Several strangled cries and several more colourful swear words were all that broke the dead silence as both sides stared each other down lips tight and wands at the ready. A head popped up just over Bellatrix's shoulder, brown hair falling just over said shoulder as a pair of yellow eyes gazed curiously over at the scene ahead.
"Umm … is this a bad time by any chance?" Mike said with more than a little bit of amusement at the scene ahead, but quickly shut up as every pair of eyes in the room broke away for a moment to send him a death glare. Suddenly there was a flash of bright green flame and Albus Dumbledore came tumbling out of the fireplace.
"Oh I do so dislike travelling by floo, I believe that my adventure for the day is…oh" The headmaster paused his conversation when he realised what was happening and with that damn annoying twinkle in his eye and a soft smile on his face he said "This wouldn't happen to be a bad time would it?" shocked and embarrassed expressions crept onto most of the people in the room's face, Mike could be seen on the floor in hysterics, Snape could be seen scowling at yet another missed chance to hex Potter. And said Potter could be seen glaring at nearly everyone in the room…especially Dumbledore. Slowly, and very warily, wands were lowered and people began to relax. Dumbledore took this as a perfect time to try to talk to Harry.
"Harry, might I have a word?" the elderly man calmly requested, the twinkle in his eyes reaching their full intensity as he approached Harry with a grandfatherly smile upon his wizened face. Harry eyed him up warily.
"Alright Dumbledore, what do you want old man?" he said, distrust clearly evident in his voice.
"Merely to talk about your sudden…departure from our care a short time ago, and to discuss some other more…private things." Harry's look of distrust suddenly turned into a glare.
"Anything you have to say to may can be said in front of these three," he spat while gesturing to the three women behind him. Dumbledore sighed in defeat.
"Alright Harry, they can come as well. Please follow me into the living room and we will talk there." At Harry's nod the five proceeded through to the living room, where Dumbledore took his seat at one of the large, faded red armchairs, whereas Harry, Tonks, Cissa and Bella chose to sit on the equally faded, overly large sofa.
"What did you want to talk to me about then?" Harry spoke levelly, concentrating in case Dumbledore tried to enter his mind, sure enough as soon as the word left his mouth, he felt a probing sensation. "And ill take kindly to you not trying to read my mind without my permission." He smirked at Dumbledore's shocked expression.
"Erm…yes well it seems that you have progressed quite a lot over the past few weeks. Might I inquire as to how?" Harry positively glared at him now.
"No you may fucking NOT 'Inquire' anything!" Sensing that Harry was starting to flare up, all three of the girls cuddled up to him closer to calm his nerves. "Look Dumbledore, you have lost my trust, and I do not see you getting it back any time soon. I am leaving now, you will not see me any time soon and I will not be returning to Hogwarts. Good-bye."
"Harry I-" Harry and the girls had already walked out and slammed the door before he could get his first words out. Dumbledore suddenly scowled and hissed "Damn you Harry Potter, damn you to hell!"
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Padfoots's Playground
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Harry, Bella, Cissa and Tonks were all stressed after the argument at the orders headquarters. Tonks had gone off to get something to eat from a fast-food restaurant, Cissa and Bella had gone off to some nightclub in Knockturn Alley and Harry had plunged into his studying, he was reading a dark arts book that he had found in the library when his scar began to burn, however instead of fighting it's call as usual, he allowed himself to faint and realised that Voldemort once again requested an audience with him. He sighed in mild annoyance as he slipped quickly out of consciousness
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Voldemort's HQ, Unknown Location
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There was a chill in the air, not a chill like you would get from cold weather, but that of a sinister mood that had enveloped the whole of the Death Eaters. Several flinched as Voldemort shifted his cold, calculating gaze over them.
"Hello Harry." Voldemort said mentally, sensing a presence in his mind. Harry mentally nodded in acknowledgement.
"What's this about Tom?"
"I don't suppose you would remember my offer?"
"How can I forget?" it was a rhetorical question. "Of course I do Tom"
"And? What is your decision?"
"Well Tom, I have decided…"
A/N. Alas im very disappointed with this. It took me too ong and I have had writers block for about a week and a half now so I had to cut the chapter short I'm afraid. Regardless, I am back now and I hope you enjoyed this meagre chapter. Please read and review.
