A/N: well the whole contest idea is off because no one seems interested. I guess if anyone were to do one now I would just let them choose the outcome of the next chapter, but if you are interested you have to tell me or else the deals off. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter and remember: reviews are the only payment fanfiction writers get, and don't get all mad if I don't update for a while if you haven't' reviewed. I take offence to that. Now, on with the story!

Drake never took his eyes off the house across the street from him. Even though it was covered with hundreds of different spells he could see it clear as day, just as it would look without the spells. Roland was behind that. He listened to every squeak of the floorboards coming from inside and every creaking door hinge. The house was old, or at least it appeared to be even without the spells, but he was positive the inside was as nice as Jennings manor. And inside was where his brothers where.

He shifted his weight, a craving for battle entering his veins making him restless. He wanted his brothers back and he would have them back no matter what. A feeling of strong resentment built up in his soul for the entire Order. He had disliked them before, but the fact that they were interfering with his family made it a thousand times worse. They would pay for their incompetence.

In a way he knew all of this had been inevitable. Their perfect life couldn't have stayed perfect, although in his opinion they deserved it. The beginning of their lives had been stolen away from them, so why shouldn't they be allowed a peaceful teenage life.

"When are we going to act?" he asked his mentor once again. Roland sighed and rolled his eyes.

"As soon as the twins cause a successful distraction. We'll be able to hear when they do, if they follow through with the plan they told me. Man I wish I could see it, it will most likely be hilarious." He replied with laughter in his voice.

"Well, what are they planning on doing that's so funny?" Drake questioned curiously. He wasn't terribly close to the twins, but they, unlike anyone else besides Harry, were the only people that could make him smile no matter how foul a mood he was in. A hard thing to accomplish.

Before Roland could answer his question, a loud shriek was heard from inside the house followed by many others. He smirked and stood up.

"That's our cue. Time to take action. Lets go get our boys!" Roland shouted happily. Both wizards ran to the other side of the street and Roland, thinking ahead, pointed his hand at the houses door and exploded the walls; giving them a huge entryway. The explosion was loud and the ground shook from the impact. If the Order was unaware of their presence before, they sure as heck knew they were there now.

Drake made a beeline for the stairs, knowing his brothers were most likely being kept somewhere up there. He could hear Roland downstairs as he tried to keep the door closed to the room that now held the entire Order. He ignored that and concentrated on the task at hand. He opened every door he came across, sometimes having to blast it open, and finally came to one that was harder then the rest, more stubborn. He knew that that was where they were. He took two steps back and drew out all his magical energy for the one hit that would really count.

/

"You can't be serious?" Jake asked in disbelief. Neville just stood up straighter, his mouth open in clear shock. Harry leaned heavier against the wall, the weight of it all collapsing in on his shoulders.

"I'm dead serious. And to think of all the times we made fun of Harvey because of his being the Boy-Who-Lived. Now I'm stuck with that crappy title. Remember? We used to call him the Boy-Who-Unfortunately-Lived. Yeah, he used to hate that." Harry replied, a small smile on his lips despite everything going on.

Neville snorted and it turned into full out laughter. The two other boys just watched until he had enough breath to explain his sudden outburst.

"I remember one time when he got so fed up with Jakes taunts that he tried to hex his hair pink, but, Harvey being Harvey, it back fired and turned his entire body pink. It took Dumbledore three whole day before he could reverse it. The look on his face…" he trailed off, falling into hysterics once again, this time Harry and Jake doing so too.

"He blamed the wand for it too, said it was defective or something. He spent our entire day at Diagon Alley trying out new wands. None of them helped increase his puny amount of power though." Harry finished for his friend, a huge smile now in place.

"Yeah, my dad said it was one of the single funniest things he ever saw." Jake's smile faltered at the mention of his dad, a pensive look taking over his face.

Harry, noticing the change in his friend's countenance, sat down next to him on the dusty couch he was currently resting on.

"How did it go with your dad, Jake?" He asked quietly. Jake looked down at his lap and gripped his hands together nervously.

"It didn't really go bad. I mean, I'm not mad at him the way all the rest of you are at your own families. I really wish I could come back here and live with him, but I don't want to leave you guys either. I know I'm needed in the war. Roland said so himself, I just didn't understand it until now, but sometimes I wish I didn't feel like I have to fight all the time. I'm not Jackie, I don't enjoy the adrenaline rushes you get in the middle of a spar, I'm not you Harry, I don't love learning new defensive spells to try out against others, and I'm not Drake, I suck at dueling." He muttered despairingly, a tired tinge creeping into his voice.

"Your right Jake, your not like any of us. But we wouldn't be the same without you. You're the one who can talk your way out of anything. I choke up and stutter. I wish I could communicate the way you do." Neville told him sincerely, his face open and kind.

"He's right. Remember the time Roland made us do one of those survival tests and we ended up getting caught by the 'enemy'? You confused the guard into unlocking our cell. We wouldn't have completed the course without you!" Harry insisted animatedly, waving his hands in the air and making Jake laugh.

"Thanks guys, you're the best." Jake breathed out thankfully looking noticeable brighter. "Now if only we weren't being held captive…"

"I don't think we're going to have to worry about that much longer." Harry commented as he heard shrieks and screams sound through the house. Only a few minutes after a huge booming sounded and the house shook.

"I think the Calvary has arrived."

They waited patiently, listening as carefully as they could. It was clear that someone was looking for them when they heard all the doors down the hall slam open and then close. It wasn't long before whoever it was was trying to open their door as well. The door was knocked down by a considerably powerful hit and there stood Drake, looking like he was about to faint. Harry ran up to him and grabbed him around the waist before he could collapse.

"Next time try not to drain your power core when rescuing us. How are you supposed to fight your way back out now?" he asked his exhausted brother playfully. Drake just weakly glared at him and shoved him away, stubbornly balancing himself with no help.

"We have to hurry before the Order break their way out of the room Roland's keeping them in. we can't apperate out of this building so we have to go out to the street first." He told the quickly as he turned to ran back down the hall. Harry grabbed his sleeve before he had the chance.

"Wait! Do you know what happened to Jackie? The last we saw she was in the arms of a Deatheater!" he demanded. Drake groaned and yanked his sleeve away.

"The last Roland heard she got away. We haven't had time to look for her because we were focusing on you, now can we please get out of here before we loose our chance?" He yelled hastily. Harry pursed his lips but nodded anyway. Neville and Jake stood ready at his side, all of them prepared for a small battle.

"Then let's get going!" Drake shouted as he turned and continued on down the hall right into the chest of Sirius Black.

"Dad!" Jake exclaimed in surprise. Sirius looked reluctant but he raise his wand at them. He hadn't bothered to stay at the Order meeting. He was too confused about what to do with his son. It seemed he had a decision to make now.

"Please dad, you think this is the life we want? I can't stay caged in here." Jake pleaded with him, his eyes looking desperate and sad.

Sirius sagged and dropped his arm.

"No, I want you to be happy. Go quick. You need to leave now if you want to get out before the Order recuperates." He replied, dropping his wand to the ground. Jake looked gratefully at his dad, but casted a stupefy at him only a second later. He didn't want the Order to blame Sirius for their escape.

They ran as fast as they could, hoping without hope that they would be able to leave without any Order interference. But, hope as they might, there at the bottom of the steps stood the whole lot of them, looking a mess.

There was some weird looking substance splattered on all of their clothing and hair. The women looked frazzled and disgusted and the men looked agitated. Dumbledore looked up and saw them, his eyes widening with alarm.

"Stop them!" he hollered desperately.

Roland, who had been pinned against the wall, took the distraction to elbow the pinner in the ribs and hit their pressure point in the neck, successfully knocking them out.

"Let it loose boys!" He sang out with a devilish smile on his face.

/

Jackie apperated to a town just outside of where Luna had instructed her to go. She had overestimated her own strength and didn't think she could make it all the way there. She kicked a metal trashcan angrily, feeling despair settling into her stomach. How was she going to help save her brothers now? She wasn't even sure she could fight at all if she did make it there. She would be dead weight.

She sulked over to a bench residing near the trash can and plunked down resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on her open palm. She must have looked pretty pathetic.

She didn't pay attention to the time so she didn't know how long she just sat there. It could have been ten minutes or sixty; it wouldn't have made a difference to her. She jumped a foot in the air when she felt a hand fall down on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a boy around her age looking at her with concern. At first she didn't recognize him, but then suddenly it just clicked in her mind.

"Blaise!" she exclaimed happily jumping up and giving him a hug. He laughed warmly and returned it.

"What in the world are you doing here Jackie? It's awfully close to the Order headquarters. You could get caught." He replied sounding stern.

"You mean you haven't heard yet?" she asked in disbelief. He looked at her with confusion written all over his face.

"Where have you been the past two days? I was captured by Deatheaters and my brothers were captured by the Order. Obviously I got away, but my brothers haven't. I'm pretty sure Drake is fine though." She explained to him as fast as she could. He looked at her in shock.

"I've been here for the past few days. I was forced to take up a Deatheater's post. I haven't heard any of that." He replied sounding amazed. "How did you escape the Dark Lord? That's almost impossible!"

"I don't have time to explain! Please go and help my brothers!" she yelled impatiently.

"Why don't you go help them? You're a heck of a lot more powerful then me?" He questioned with his eyebrows raised.

"I don't have enough power at the moment. I drained myself dry getting away from your Dork Lord." She grumbled under her breath. He smirked and reached for something in his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out he was holding a golden colored transparent stone weaved into a necklace.

"Here, my mom gave this to me, but you clearly need it more." He said tying it around her neck for her. "It will boost your energy long enough for you to help save you brothers. Just be prepared to crash when you're done. It takes a lot out of you."

She looked at it in her palm and beamed up at him.

"Thank you so much Blaise! I really needed this. I owe you big time." She thanked him happily.

"Don't thank me! Go save your bratty brothers!" he joked playfully waving her away.

"Bye Blaise!" was the last thing she said before she disappeared with a pop that signified apperation. She reappeared a few miles away just outside of the Order headquarters. The whole front entrance was blown up and she could see the fight going on in the inside as clear as day. Her brothers were all in the fray and were fighting valiantly for their freedom. She could see Roland fighting also.

Just as she raced up to the house a person yelled out, making her stop cold.

"Jackie!"

She looked over to the right to see her father looking at her with shining eyes. Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at her. She stood there awkwardly.

"Jackie!" her father yelled again running over towards her. She sent out some of her pure magic in his direction, sending him flying into the wall behind him.

"Don't you 'Jackie' me, you sad excuse of a human being!" she yelled angrily at him, her power flailing at her sudden ferocity. Her words seemed to pull everyone out of their trance because the fighting commenced once again.

Her dad looked at her, hurt clear in his eyes. She just glared at him. No one else bothered to try and fight her. They let her alone with her dad.

"I'm so sorry!" He shouted over the noise.

"It's too late for sorry. You took my childhood away from me! You really think this is what mum would have wanted?" she spat back, causing him to flinch. She started stalking over to him, her steps slow and threatening.

"I know and I want to make it up to you! Please, I'm your dad. Just give me one more chance." He weakly begged getting up and staggering to get closer to her.

"You may be my father, but you will never be my dad." She hissed venomously. She pointed her index finger at him and stunned hum before he could react. She may hate him with a passion, but she didn't want to kill him. She just didn't want to have to live with him anymore, and she vowed that she never would.

/

"Roland, you have to leave! We're loosing badly." Drake told him regrettably. Roland looked shocked.

"What?" he asked.

"We'll never be able to escape with the whole Order here. You need to leave and come back for us with more back up. Don't worry we'll be ok." He assured his mentor confidently. Roland looked around at all is kids and they met his eyes with the same look as Drake's they knew what had to be done.

"I promise I'll come back, ok? I'll be back and you will never have to see their faces again." Roland promised with sadness tainting his voice.

"Just go before it's too late you idiot! We already know you'll be back." Jackie yelled at him.

Roland took a deep breath and apperated away on the street. The second he was gone all five kids dropped their hands and allowed the Order to overtake them

A/N: don't worry, they'll be fine. This is going to lead up to them going to Hogwarts! I hope everyone liked it and remember: review, review, review! ! ! ! ! ! !

Edited and hopefully grammatically improved (09/13/11)