Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, for the reviews guys! I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a looong time, but my homework load and dance schedule is crazy. On some days I dance for three hours and my homework takes six to eight hours long! It's a crazy life! Hey I also used a line from one of the Potter movies. If you could tell me which movie and which character said it in my story then I may just give you a virtual cake, it'll be yummy! Well, here it goes…

"He's fine,"

"Fine? Fine? How can you say that look at the state of him Arthur!"

"Dear, he's fine,"

"Yea, mum, he'll be alright in a few hours, just like Madam Pomfrey said and…"

"Ronald Weasley, you stop talking this instant, you are making me a nervous wreck!"

"Shh, he's up,"

Harry moaned, stretched, and cracked his eyes opened.

"Hey mate," he heard Ron say when Ron sat on the edge of his bed. "Glad to see you're up."

"Yep." Harry spoke, grabbing his glasses from his bedside.

"You gave us a right good scare there mate," George had come into the room.

"How are you Harry dear? Any pains?" Mrs. Weasley asked with a fretful voice.

"No Mrs. Weasley I'm fine, just a bit sore here and there," Mrs. Weasley whimpered. "But I'll be fine." He added upon hearing her whimper.

It was a few moments before anyone said anything until Mr. Weasley interrupted the quiet. "Well, I think everything here is all in order. Molly, why don't we go downstairs and tell the rest about Harry's condition?"

Molly looked at Harry for a few seconds, smoothed his covers, and with a nod, followed Mr. Weasley out of the room.

"Hermione, I'm sorry for scaring you," Harry apologized, looking into Hermione's sad, brown eyes.

She shrugged and shook her head. "Harry, no, it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault really, it's just… things seem to always happen to you, and you're my best friend and all, and I just don't want to see you hurt anymore." Tears were falling from her eyes as everyone else in the room stood there gawping at her explosion of emotions. "You always seem to get hurt every year and you never tell anyone about it. You just bottle it up. In fifth year you were different, well maybe because Voldemort was in your head, but you would never tell us anything, you know, about how you feel and even now you still don't! You need to know that you can stop. You don't have to do this on your own. You can't save everyone Harry," Harry looked out of the window, not wanting them to see his eyes brimmed with tears. "See? See what I mean? Even now you won't look at us. You think we may think or treat you differently if you show any kind of emotions. But that's not true Harry. We love you, all of us, you just need to open up to us to see that, that is really true!"

No one spoke for some time. Looking at Hermione or to Harry, watching to see who would be the first to talk again.

"I know that Hermione. I guess I've never been good about that whole emotion thing, but you have to know why, but I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can Harry. Please tell us, we won't think differently of you." Hermione was on her knees, right next to his bed, looking straight into his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath and started. "It all started when I was living with the Dursleys…."

(The Order)

"How is he Arthur?" Minerva asked as she saw both Molly and him coming down the stairs.

"He's fine, just tired, that's all." Arthur spoke while everyone gave their heads a nod at the good news.

"Kingsley, what has happened I heard that there was a ruckus down in London? Was it the Death Eaters?" Minerva asked, getting everyone back on the topic of another meeting.

"Yes. They were in a muggle suburb causing chaos but I lead a few of my Aurors and they got them rounded up and sent them to Azkaban."

"How many more Death Eaters are there?" Another member asked.

"As far as I know hundreds. Some are trying to still recruit while others are trying to live a normal life. We need to go find those causing trouble, then one's who are quiet we need not find them yet."

"Where else have the trouble making one's been?"

McGonagall answered, "Romania has add some. Albania and Bulgaria, but the Bulgarian Ministry says they have found them and are being rounded up as we speak."

Many gave head nods of appraisal.

"We need to find all able bodies to come with us and help."

Kingsley then turned to Arthur. "You know what to do," he said solemnly.

Arthur gave a curt nod and stood up, went of to Molly and gave her a goodbye kiss. He was under the doorframe when he turned around and spoke.

"I'll go into the Ministry and round of some of my crew then send a corporeal patronus to others I know who are friendly."

With that he was gone.

Okay I know all of you would like to read about Harry's life when he was younger but I don't really know how to with this story…Hey I have another story called Ron's Thoughts and I need some reviews so PLEASE READ IT! I may put Harry's life in that story instead.