-Chapter Ten-

The New Order

For next few days Harry most of his time at Grimauld Place along with the Wealseys who had been moved there for their own safety. Fawkes stayed with Harry as well oddly, becoming extremely loyal to him. Harry figured that with Dumbledore dead Fawkes felt he belonged to Harry.

Mr Weasley, Tonks and Kingsley were at work most of the time at the Ministry's new headquarters. Lupin and the others were working ragged with the Order trying to stop Voldemort. Harry, Ron and Hermione were not allowed into the order meetings (much to Ron's dismay).

"I can't believe this," Ron said angrily, "after everything we've done. We fought the Death Eaters in fifth year and twice in the past month."

"Yes and each time we've either been injured or narrowly escape," Hermione replied sitting at the edge of the bed as Ron stormed up and down the room.

"Still we should still get to know what's going on," Ron barked angrily.

"Ron, don't you yell at me," Hermione replied angrily, she stands up her hands clenched.

"Will you two give it a rest?" Harry groaned dully as he lies on the bed unfazed by what is happening.

"What's up with you?" Ron cried confused. "I would have thought you'd be as annoyed as anyone of being left out."

"I am," Harry said shrugging, "but, right now we have bigger things to think about than what the Order is up to. We only need to know after all the Horcruxes are gone. And with Nagini dead, there's only two or three left."

"So when are we moving into Godric Hollow?" Hermione asked.

"Next week," Harry said, "I sent a letter to Gringotts before we left to Privet Drive. They replied yesterday telling me the house will be done in a week. That should give us enough time to pack.

The door swung open Mrs Weasley walking in. She smiled nervously, "Harry dear the Order wishes to see you immediately."

Harry stood up. "What about us?" Ron asked in childish manner.

"The Order has only asked for Harry, Ron," Mrs Weasley replied while walking out of the room. Harry followed her before telling Ron and Hermione he'll tell them everything.

Harry walked down the murky landing were the House-Elf heads sit on a shelf. The hairs on back of Harry's neck stand on end as their macabre faces look back at him. He walks down the stairs with Mrs Weasley, though having to sneak past Mrs Black's portrait sleeping soundly in her portrait. It seemed almost eerie for Harry.

Mrs Weasley opened the door to the kitchen. Harry walked into the kitchen were some of the Order Members sat around the kitchen table. There was Lupin and Tonks, Mr Weasley, Bill and Fleur, Charlie, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, McGonagall and Hagrid as well as a few others that Harry didn't know.

"Sit down, Potter," Mad-Eye growled.

Harry did so, sitting next to Hagrid. He looked around questionably. "What is it?" he asked looking around.

"Well, Harry we've been talking very hard on what's happened over the past month," Lupin began he smiled proudly, "so, we've decided to allow you to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"What?" Harry asked smiling ecstatically. "I'm a member?"

"Yes," Mr Weasley beamed, "you survived the attack at your Aunt and Uncle's house."

"You fought Bellatrix and Snape and survived," said Bill.

"And you showed leadership and keen tactical ingenuity at the Ministry," Mad-Eye growled proudly.

Harry felt a wash of pride and admiration as they pointed out all he'd done in the past month. But, then a question formed in the back of his head, what about Ron and Hermione.

"What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.

He got his answer straight away as he could see the expression on their faces. It was awkward and unsure.

"The thing is Potter," McGonagall said awkwardly, "is that we had to think long and hard on whether or not to let you in. It was only because of Moody, Tonks and Remus speaking on your behalf that you were allowed in."

"You didn't vouch for Ron and Hermione," Harry asked a little hurt that they didn't include Ron and Hermione.

"The thing is Harry is that you have faced a lot more than Ron and Hermione," Tonks said, "You've fought Voldemort twice and fought of Death Eaters and Dementors."

"And Ron fought of Acromantulas, Death Eaters and got me passed the giant wizard chess board," Harry said forcefully. "And Hermione found out about Basilisk, brewed a Polyjiuce Potion, fought of Death Eaters and has taught me more spells that couldn't have conjured without her help," he turns to Lupin, "you said it yourself she is the brightest witch of her age."

"'Arry, we know all this, bu', we 'ave to think about Ron and Hermione's well bein'," Hagrid asked sympathetically.

"Well, if Ron and Hermione aren't members then neither am I," Harry said standing up.

"Potter, you've been given a great honour to join the Order," barked McGonagall.

"I know, Professor," Harry said, "but I don't think its fair on Ron and Hermione after everything they've done."

He turned and walked towards the door. "Potter!" Mad-Eye growled. Harry stopped turning around. Moody bowed his head turning to Mrs Weasley, "Molly, would you get Weasley and Granger."

Harry smiled sitting back down. Mrs Weasley walked out of the room. Harry listened as Mrs Weasley walked up the stairs. Silence filled the kitchen as everyone waited for Ron and Hermione.

Within a minute Ron and Hermione walked through the kitchen. "Weasley, Granger sit," McGonagall said sternly. They did looking around confused. "Well, thanks to Potter vouching off you. You are both members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Ron and Hermione gasp smiling. "Harry, you vouched for us," Hermione cried.

"Of course," Harry shrugged, looking at Ron's reddened face.

"Right," Moody growled, "now that we have covered the new members. Let's get down to business. Arthur, what are the Ministry's plans on getting headquarters back."

"Nothing," Mr Weasley shrugged, "Scrimogeur's putting all his man power in stopping Voldemort. It's as if he doesn't care about headquarters."

"Tonks, Kingsley has he told you anything."

"No, I think he's keeping from us because we're in the order," Kingsley replied.

"Why would he do that he's on our side isn't he?" Ron asked.

"Yes, but I think he doesn't want any plans leaking to any spies and he doesn't exactly trust us."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Well, we aren't really a licensed organisation," Lupin replied.

Moody turned to Lupin.

"Right well, Remus how are negotiations going with the werewolves?"

"Not as well as we hoped," Lupin said glumly, "Greyback has them still under his boot and fear is stopping them."

"But, Greyback is in Azkaban?" Ron piped up.

"Yes Ron, but, the Dementors aren't there to sap the Death Eaters of their powers. And Wizards have other ways of communicating than Owls," Mr Weasley said.

"But, they must be making sure they can't?" Harry replied.

"The Aurors are but, werewolves communicate using their howls," Lupin replied.

"Plus, they are afraid of Voldemort," Tonks continued brushing her pink hair.

"We could offer them a peace offering?" Harry said thoughtfully.

"We've already tried that," Bill said, "but all they want is freedom and the ministry isn't exactly going to let werewolves have rights. Not with Umbridge there."

Harry remembered Umbridge's dislike of half-breed. He could see most of the Order clenching their fist angrily. Suddenly, an idea hit Harry. An idea he hated above all.

"I could help," Harry said sighing. "Last year, Scrimogeur asked me to be the Ministry's poster boy to boost morale," he said rolling his eyes. "I could offer myself as the poster boy in exchange for him abolishing Umbridge's campaign."

"Harry are you sure," Mr Weasley said shocked.

"Yes."

A moment of silence and then-

"Right," Moody grunted, "we'll have another meeting in two weeks and go over what we have then."

"Wait!" McGonagall said, "what about Potter, Granger and Weasley? They have school."

"We could hold the meeting at Hogwarts," Bill shrugged.

"Actually," Harry said, they all turned to him curiously, "we aren't going back."

"What?" cried Mrs Weasley. "Ron what is this? You have to go this is your future we are talking about."

"I can't I'm doing something with Harry," Ron replied, "it's... important."

"More important than your education," McGonagall piped up through pierced lips.

"Very," Harry replied decisively, "Dumbledore left me with something very important to do and Ron and Hermione have offered to help me."

"'Arry," Hagrid said blankly.

"I'm doing this whether you lot like it or not," Harry said stubbornly.

"Well, Ron isn't," Mrs Weasley replied.

"And neither are you Harry," Lupin said angrily, "what ever quest Dumbledore set out for you. It can be given to the Order."

"No it can't," Harry said, "this is Dumbledore we're talking about. He wouldn't have given it to me unless he knew I could do it."

Harry was right. They knew he was right. But, Harry couldn't get this unshakeable feeling of foreboding out of his head that had plagued him since June. It plagued him as he stood up and walked to the door only to disappear as he saw something on the wall.

The Black Tapestry sat on the wall. There it was. The thing he'd been looking for all these months. In golden writing was the name: Regulas Albert Black. He'd found it. R.A.B.