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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling
This story alone, is my creation.

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Chapter 11 - The Phoenix Rises.

Once more into the breach,
dear friends, once more.
Henry V - Act III, Scene I.

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Turning over in bed, he pushed the strands of ginger hair out of his face and looked at the lover that would be his wife. Running his hand down her side, letting his finger tips brush against the soft skin of her breast, he looked at her brown hair. Wondering what it would be like tonight he rolled over. Why had Harry called this meeting, they had not met in over a year - what was going on?

Pulling himself out of bed the bed, Ron let the sheet flop back over Hermione. Looking out of the window he saw the green, lush land stretching out before him. The Burrow was so peaceful on a morning and this morning was no exception. Now they no longer went to school it was harmony, except when Ginny was home. The clock read ten thirty, the meal had been wonderful last night and the show, well, Hermione liked it. Ron didn't think it was his thing. A guy in a mask singing about loving a singer or something or other, he really didn't understand it.

Pulling his trousers on, he made his way downstairs. His mother was in the garden hanging the washing out. Her wand flicking the sheets up and the pegs dancing along the line to secure them. Picking up a cup, Ron filled it with tea and walked out into the garden.

"Ronald Wealsey, put some shoes on." His mother said as he crossed the door.

"Mum, I'll be fine." Glancing round Ron couldn't see him. "Mum, where's Kreacher?"

"In the broom cupboard." Flicking her wand the final sheet drifted onto the line. "He's cleaning the brooms. It was nice of Harry to loan him to us."

"Mum, Harry gave him to us."

Sipping his tea, Ron basked in the warm sunshine. He still remembered how delighted his mum had been when Harry had asked if they'd like Kreacher. Ron wasn't too pleased, he knew the reason Harry wanted rid of him. Hermione hadn't been pleased either, she was still harping on about SPEW. Stepping aside Ron let his mum into the house.

"Nonsense, a house elf is too expensive to just give away." Molly walked into the house. "Harry said, we could borrow him for a while until he needed him back."

"Yeah, only cos you wouldn't take him other wise." Ron tried to say this under his breath, but as usual, his mum had heard.

Molly turned round and faced her son. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing mum, just that you are as proud as any of us and you don't want had outs." His mum was grasped tightly in her hand so stepping away he continued, carefully. "If Harry had said he was giving us that foul, bad tempered creature you would have refused."

"And so I would."

Ron was expecting a blast across his arse any second. His mum wasn't one to be told better by her sons. Only last night, Charlie had corrected her about something and she'd cracked him one with the spoon she was stirring the soup with. Mind, Ron couldn't contest the fact that Harry had helped them, a lot and he'd never let it look like charity, which was rather hard considering the money he had and they didn't. Most of the things he'd given them he'd done through Ginny. And with Hermione being almost family now, she had helped out when she could.

"We may not have much money, but we have family, always remember that." Molly walked in the house leaving Ron to think on her sentence, she never realised how much he already understood. "Good morning Hermione, my dear."

"Morning Mrs We... Molly."

Ron knew the look his mum had given Hermione, it was that 'I'm not Mrs Weasley to you, am I?' look. Hermione did have a habit of forgetting she was his girlfriend, and that wasn't always a good thing. Ron watched as Hermione stepped out into the garden, her loose blouse tails fluttering in the breeze and her skirt wafting against her legs, to Ron, she looked like a goddess. He could see almost every stand of hair shimmering in the sunlit breeze and her soft skin reflecting the radiance of total beauty. 'Merlin's beard, I'm going soft.'

Stepping over to him she kissed him on the cheek. "Morning Ron."

"Why do you never call me darling or honey?" He tried to act casual but this had been on his mind for a long time now.

"It's just not me, Ron. I'm not one for fluffy names, you now me better than that."

Ron turned to say something but the loud crack stopped him. Both turned toward the end of the garden, Fleur was standing just beyond the gate. Her hair long and tied back, the white summer dress fluttering in the breeze with her 'Witchatar' hand bag, that Hermione had once referred to as 'Simply divine', under her left arm and wand in hand.

"Allo, Ron, 'Ermione." Her thick French accent still chilled Rons bones. He couldn't believe his brother had married her. "'Arry said 'e'll be along soon." Fleur walked past toward the house.

"What? When did you see him?" Ron turned to face Fleur, his face a perplexed question.

"'E is visiting, Dobby. I never knew 'e talked to 'imself." And with that Fleur walked into the kitchen to greet Molly. The soft chatter of the two woman engaged in conversation about the latest fashions in Paris or how their husbands were doing droned out of the kitchen window like a swarm of bees.

"Harry's taking to himself?"

"No Ron, He's talking to Dobby." Hermione said. 'Merlin, Ron could be dim, sometimes.'

Ron turned to ask what she was talking about but he could see from the vague, faraway look on her face he should just wait, and ask her later. Hermione was far away on that little plot of land beside the sea, that beautiful, yet barren land where they had laid Dobby to rest over a year ago. She hoped Harry would be ok, how many more people could he lose?

"Come on, let's get in and help your mum."

"Help mum? Mione, I work now, I do enough work during the week."

She took his arm and lead him toward the house. "IF that's your attitude then who's going to make the dinner when we live together? We both work remember Ron, and if you won't do anything then why should I?"

"Ok, Ok, you win."

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"Draco, you've been sat on that bed for an hour." Blaise still had his head in the letter Hermione had sent that morning.

"What else can I do?" Draco couldn't believe she'd sent such a daft letter. What a thing to do to him. She knew his father was alive, she must know that his mind had been twisted by his time at Azkaban. What was she doing? "You want me to do a little dance?"

"Well, you could get my wand, it would help." Blaise wanted his wand now, he hadn't carried it around with him for months, it was probably a good thing he hadn't had it with him that morning. He'd still been asleep when Big Blonde had grabbed his shoulders and thrown him into the chair. He could wake up quick, but not quick enough. The ropes were round him before he knew what was happening. If he'd had his wand it would have been different, where was he going to keep it? He was naked. "Draco, go and get me some clothes and grab my wand while you're there. Draco?"

"Mate, if I go in your room my Father might hear and he'll want to know why I was in there, you can manage without your wand for few hours can't you?"

"I just want it in my hands. Draco, I want to feel my wand so I know I'm safe."

"If you want to get hold of your wand just put your hand between your legs."

"Funny fucker, aren't ya?" Blaise did find it a little funny, but he wasn't about to laugh. "When you going to get it then?"

"Later, mate, later." Draco knew something was happening, soon he would be able to slip into Blaise' room and grab his clothes and wand. "Just wait till there all occupied."

"What are you talking about? Occupied? Them downstairs or the toilets?"

This made them both laugh, it felt good to laugh again. Looking out of the window, the two seagulls drifted over the sea and Draco wondered what Hermione had been going on about and when she would be back. Back in his arms. Back in his bed?

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The room had started to fill up, Hermione was sat with Ron on the long sofa and George was sat with Luna on the long table, who had just turned up out of nowhere. Fidelis was popping in and out with trays of tea and cakes. His little feet could be heard scuttling around between the people in the room even when he couldn't be seen. Lee Jordan had turned up with Hannah Abbot & Dennis Creevey After saying their hello's they had sat with George and Luna, who was now rambling on about how her father was sure the evil powers were rising again.

"So, Harry. Why exactly have you called us together?"

"I hope it's for a good reason." The voice boomed from the doorway.

"Kingsley, my old friend."

"Hello Sirius." Kingsley Shackelbolt stepped into the room followed by a rather cute, pink-cheeked witch with long black hair. Kingsley turned to Harry. "You remember Hestia?"

"Hello." Harry did remember her, she had been at most of the Order's meetings he had attended. She hadn't seemed to change a bit, her face still full of life but now a few strands of grey were mixed with that black head of hair. "How's the ministry?"

"Going well." Kingsley took a jam tart from the tray Fidelis had left on the small table. "We're almost ready to start re-integrating some of the lower death eaters back into society."

"Is that wise?" Ron was still sat with Hermione and not really been paying much attention to the conversations around him. "Do we really want them back Kingsley?"

"They are people Ron, you can't lock them up forever, not for one mistake." Hermione had always been a little willing to live and let live.

Fidelis was stood in front of the fire arranging the rug, again when the green flames shot up form the hearth making the little house elf jump and screech with surprise. Harry turned to see what the commotion was as George, Dennis and Ron started laughing at the sight of the, terrified, house elf hanging off the chandelier. The sound of the hammering on the front door boomed through the house and Fidelis let go of the chandelier and vanished, inches from Kingsley's head.

"Hello Harry, Hermione." Neville stepped out of the fireplace and shock Harry's hand as Minerva and Ginny dusted themselves down. "Hagrid couldn't fit in the chimney, so he's aparated here."

"That'll be him at the door. Hello Neville, how's that class of third years you were having trouble with last week?" Remus asked from his portrait. Sirius had joined him and they were both surveying the assembling crowed.

"'Arry!" The loud voice shook the walls as Hagrid squeezed through the doorway, a lump of paster falling onto his head. Stomping over he wrapped his massive arms round Harry and, after the fifth attempt by Harry to catch his attention Hermione walked over.

"Hagrid, Harry can't breath."

"'Ello 'Ermione." Letting go of Harry, who stepped back to catch his breath. "Sorry 'Arry." Turing round to look behind him, Hagrid greet everyone with a broad smile. "Aberforth is comin' along when 'e's closed."

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It had taken over an hour for everyone invited, and some not, to arrive. Fidelis was popping in and out, like an epileptic fairy-light, seeing to the needs of the guests. Harry had gone round and spoken to everyone and thanked them for coming. The room had started to get a little hotter and so most coats had been removed and left in the hallway. Dedalus was wearing his trademark violet top hat, which didn't really go with his brown coat and black suit but he was old and a little eccentric. Arthur, Molly, Bill and Fleur Weasley, had arrived laden with food which had promptly been given to Fidelis who had aparated it to the kitchen and agreed to have it ready when the meeting was over. Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith had arrived a little after seven, the last to turn up.

"I'm glad you're all here." Harry had started. "I know it has been a long time since we have all been together like this."

"Hey, Sirius, it's like the Order's together again."

"The Order?" Michael looked puzzled. "I thought we were here because we were all part of the DA?"

"What's the DA?" Hagrid was leaned against the wall as there were no seats that accommodate his size. He couldn't remember a DA, he knew about the Order, he'd been in it long enough but this DA?

"The DA is was a group of students from Hogwarts." The soft voice drifted from a portrait on the opposite wall to Remus and Sirius. "They called themselves Dumbledore's Army, a term I found to be rather amusing, myself." Dumbledore sat down in the portrait and looked out at those his true self had known so well.

"So if this is a meeting of the Order of the Pheonix and Dumbeldores Army, what are we called?" Dennis looked round for some kind of answer.

"Dumbledore's Phoenix?" Ron said.

"Shut up Ronald." Molly swiped her hand across his ear. "Harry wants to talk about something important."

The room fell silent and everyone turned to Harry, who had, until now, been letting them chat amongst themselves. He had been in this position before and it still wasn't comfortable. Looking round at all those eyes staring back at him, waiting for him to say something was at best, unnerving. He felt a slight warmth at the thought that they were all still so wiling to answer his call, even thought it had been more than a year since they had all met like this. So much had happened and so many had died. He looked round and thought of those who weren't there, those of the groups that had died in the service of the Order or the Army, could he really ask these to possibly do the same? And why the hell hadn't he just informed the ministry, why had he taken it upon himself to raise the army and go after the bag guys? Did it matter now? They were here.

"It has been a long time since we were all stood together, it's been over a year for a lot of us and we have lost a lot of good people but now..." They would either agree with him or walk out. 'Here goes.' "Lucius Malfoy escaped Azkaban, he's back in England and he's raising and army."

"And what the fuck are we supposed to do about it?" Ron looked indigently at Harry. "You said your self, we're not at school anymore. Why can't we just had this over to the ministry? Kingsley, you'll agree?"

"I came here knowing what Harry was going to say." Turning to the room. "If we tell the public, there would be a mass panic, we must deal with behind closed doors."

Hermione wondered what they were doing, would she be able to save Draco in time? Would she be able to stop anyone killing him? Did she really want to save him? Looking at Ron she thought of the times they had sparred, times they had laughed and cried and most of all, the times they had stood side by side, could she really go so far behind his back that he could not see her for the darkness?

"I think you're all fucking mad."

"Ronald Bilius Weasely!" Molly slapped Ron hard round the head.

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Author's Notes:

OK, There's chapter 11, hope you enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed writing it.
The stories getting a little twisted but we'll get back to Hermione and Draco soon, (I think).
Well, R&R people, I love to know what you think.