They had been at Prince Manor for two weeks now. McGonagall had started tutoring them and they were doing surprisingly better than they had been before they left Hogwarts. Harry had brought up his grade in Potions and was even finding History interesting now that he didn't have to listen to Professor Binns drone on. Draco had quit his Ancient Runes class, finding it useless and had actually taken up Muggle Studies. Harry had spent hours explaining things like airplanes and electricity to the blonde. He had developed a surprising respect for Muggles and Muggle-borns. He found it amazing that people like Hermione could adjust so easily.

It had been pretty uneventful and boring, so they were coping the only way they could. They happened to be too focused on each others mouths to here the Floo chime. They jerked apart, bushing, when they heard someone clear their throat.

"Hey," greeted Remus. There was a goofy grin across his face and it somehow infuriated Harry, who threw a pillow at the man. He gave a muffled yell when it hit him in the face.

"Harry!" he whined.

"Remus!" Harry mocked back, now with a similar grin.

"Hello Professor Lupin," Draco said quietly, still bright red.

"Hello boys," he said, grinning again. "I thought I would pay you a visit but it seems you two are getting along just fine without me."

If he hadn't already, Harry would have thrown the pillow at him.

"I'll just see how everything's going at Hogwarts and leave you to it then."

He stepped back into the fireplace and called out his destination. Draco turned to Harry, but before he could say anything he had the black haired boy attached to his lips again. He chuckled lightly and leaned back on to the couch, but at that moment the Floo chimed once again.

"Oh for the love of Merlin!" Harry started, but stopped when he saw Remus for the second time today. The differences between his demeanors were drastic. Before he had been cheerful and teasing. Now he was extremely pale and looked like he had just seen a ghost. He fell down into the closest armchair and put his face in his hands. Harry got off of Draco and went over to put a hand on the man's shoulder.

"What happened Remus?" he asked, fearing the worst.

Remus looked up at him. He spoke in a whisper, there was no hope left in his voice.

"Albus. He's dead."

Harry stared at him in shock. No, that couldn't be true. Dumbledore could not be dead! This had to be some kind of sick joke. Draco was giving him a similar look. But as Harry took in Remus and the expression on his face, he knew it was true. Who was going to lead the Order, defeat Voldemort?

Remus got up shakily. "Come, we should all go to the castle."

Harry followed him to the Floo and Apparated to the Headmaster's office, which was now technically the Headmistress's office. They walked to the hospital wing in silence. Somewhere along the way Draco had taken hold of Harry's hand. When they reached their destination, what they saw was something like a funeral. The entire Order was huddled around one small bed. Some, such as McGonagall and Tonks, were crying silently. The three of them walked up quietly. No one acknowledged them. They all stared at the figure on the bed, his bright turquoise robes seeming disrespectful during such a somber occasion. His features were composed into something that resembled peaceful sleeping, not death. Harry reached out and straightened the half moon spectacles that had become lopsided. Draco gripped his hand tighter. He turned to McGonagall who seemed to have composed herself and asked quietly: "What happened?"

"He left early this morning to go to Hogsmeade," she started quietly. "When he didn't come back I started to get worried. I followed the path up to the Hogs Head to see if he was up there, as he frequently visits his brother. But I found him o-on the path," she had started crying quietly again and was dabbing her eyes with a white handkerchief. "I need to speak with you up in my office Mr. Potter. You two should come also," she said, looking at Draco and Remus.

They made there way to the Headmistress's office. When they got there Harry sat down in Draco's lap across from Remus. McGonagall didn't even notice. She started speaking quietly again.

"Now Mr. Potter, with Albus dead people are going to start looking towards you for direction. Particularly the Order.'

"What! But I'm seventeen! I can't lead the Light against Voldemort!"

"I realize that your young, but people don't seem to care. You're the Boy Who Lived, the only one who can give them any hope. I know you can do this Harry."

Harry sighed, resigned. He was used to this happening. Just because he was lucky enough to survive Voldemort once didn't mean he was invincible! But of course people believed that.

"Alright."

"Good. Now I think it best you speak to the Order immediately. I will move them to the Room of Requirement." She moved to the door and the three of them followed, Remus at his side and Draco's arm around his waist. As they were leaving he turned to look at the portrait of Dumbledore behind the large desk. It was sleeping peacefully, much like the real Dumbledore. He felt a rush of anger at his peacefulness. How dare he leave Harry there to fight Voldemort while he just goes off to who knows where! Bastard!

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