A/N: I'm back! I know that it's been almost four months, I just couldn't get this chapter to work for me. I, honestly, have written 17 versions of this chapter. I still don't think it's perfect, but it won't get much better with another four months!

On the brighter side of things, I would like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers. I would also like to assure everyone that the next chapter will be longer than this one, and up a heck of a lot sooner!

Thanks!
-Luckyfiddler

Ch11 – Meetings Galore

"We're in."

Xavier looked hard at the pair of flame-haired teens before him.

"You only have a vague idea about what we are fighting for. You know that we are a mainly pureblood group that is headed under my grandfather, Lord Voldemort. You were told, as Order hatchlings, that we wish to rid the world of all muggles, squibs, muggleborns, and halfbloods." Xavier chuckled. "Despite what they say, my grandfather is not stupid. Without fresh blood entering the wizarding world, we would become to inbred to cast magic. The Dark Lord does not aim to wipe out the world, only to purify it." Xavier paused and conjured a glass of water. "To do this, some people must be killed."

Taking a sip of water, he continued.

"You two will not be inducted into the Death Eaters. You're too important to be placed in a position where your talents might not be used." Xavier mused. "No, you'll be put under my command in the Serpents.

"The Serpents are my elite. They are my spies, ambassadors, politicians, fighters, and now, inventors. Each Serpent brings an individual quality to the group. For example, I am probably the most well-rounded of the lot. I can fight and cast spells with the best. I can also assassinate without making a sound and act like a perfectly learned young gentleman. These skills are necessary for leader, like myself. My right hand, Draco, is extremely skilled at transfiguration, dueling and politics. Those arts are useful in his position."

"You two are unique. Though you are twins, you excel in opposing areas." Xavier paused. "George, you know strategy and ballistics. I want you to research and plan a large-range projectile that can be used to destroy buildings. Be sure to study muggle methods as well." Xavier turned to address Fred. "Fred, I've been told that you're quite the potions maker. Study all of the potions books you can, within reason. If you need anything from the restricted section of the library, I should be able to arrange it.

"On top of these duties, you two will also have to become familiar with other areas or magic and such." Xavier sneered. "As your lovely birthfamily will not accept you back for the holidays, you will leave the school under the guise of inventing for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. In actuality, you will be training under the Serpents and our teachers at my grandfather's manor. We might have to spare you occasionally to check in at the shop." As if an afterthought, he added. "Fred, make up a couple of batches of Polyjuice." Xavier stood and waved his wand slightly, dismissing the wards. "I'll talk to you about this in a week's time. Good day."

Albus Dumbledore looked up from the endless stacks of papers on his desk. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before standing to walk over to his fireplace. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he threw it into the already lit grate, calling out his destination at the same time.

Upon arriving at the house of the late Sirius Black, he showed himself to the kitchen to find the rest of the Order of the Phoenix waiting for him. Taking a seat at the head of the long table, he began the proceedings.

"Good evening, all. I trust, by now, that everyone has heard of the small situation we had at the resorting, requested on behalf of the board of governors?" At everyone's nod, the ancient man continued. "Good, there were a couple of, ahem, surprises involving the Sorting Hat's decisions. The most shocking of the lot are connected quite closely to this organization. Messrs. Harry Potter, George Weasley, and Fred Weasley were all placed in Slytherin." Dumbledore looked around the room, his eye devoid of a twinkle. "At this point in time, having Mr. Potter in Slytherin is quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened. It is very difficult to protect him there."

Dumbledore stood up and slowly walked around the table, before stopping right behind a scowling young man.

"Severus, you must do your best to get on his good side and teach him Occlumency. It is imperative that he learns." The scowl on Snape's face deepened. "You don't have to like the boy, but do get him to trust you. Meeting dismissed."

A very disgruntled Severus Snape stalked out of number twelve Grimmuald Place. Striding to the nearest deserted alley, he apparated to Lord Voldemort's side to report on the pesky pigeons.

"Master" He muttered, dropping to his knees in front of the man. "There has been another meeting of the fool's Order." He stopped talking, knowing better than to continue without having the consent of his superior.

"Clearly I overestimated the old man. I expected the meeting to be sooner." The Dark Lord said thoughtfully to himself. "Continue Severus."

"The manipulative fool seemed most concerned that his precious savior was placed in the noble house of Slytherin, milord. I was asked to keep an eye on him and to protect him from any possible danger inside of the house."

"Really?" Voldemort replied with an inquisitive tone.

"Yes, master. I am also to teach the boy the art of Occlumency." Snape spat.

After many moments of thinking, the Dark Lord stood and crossed over to where the professor was kneeling on the floor.

"Rise, Severus." The man sighed. "I have questioned your loyalty for the past few years, but believe that I can trust you. You have spied on Dumbledore for me and never have betrayed me.

"Trust Potter." Voldemort crossed back over to his throne and sat. "Now, leave."

End ch.11

A/N: Again, thanks for being so patient and supportive!
-Luckyfiddler