Author's Note: Bert Sallis is based on Bert Gummer from the Tremors movies,
and the Tremors series. Now then. This series has not turned out how I
liked. I really dislike what I have done with it. It has become more.. life-
related then Voldemort-is-evil-related. I just want to throw everything
out but I will continue posting chapters. I WILL do it more often whether I
have reviews or not. I know it is not and I am no longer going to beg for
reviews because that does not work. I haven't posted the third story in
this series yet, but I will soon as soon as I finish rewriting it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE- Invisibility Cloaks (Ron's point of view)
"No." "Yes. Wait, no." "Yes." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "NnnnnYes." "No. Wait, yes." "Yes." "No." "No, no." "Yes." "No." "No." "Yes. Wait, no." "Yes." "No." "No." "No." "Yes." "No. Er, yes." "Yes." "No!" "No." "Yes."
Peggy and I looked at each other, and back at Madame Pomfrey. Pomfrey sighed. "Well, do you want to know the gender of the child or not?" She repeated.
"Can you give us a hint?" I asked.
"Well?" She asked.
"Yes." We chorused. She put her wand against Peggy's middle which was getting bigger and said a spell. Her wand glowed white, then faded into blue.
"Boy."
"Boy." We both said. Pomfrey pulled her wand away.
"Yes, a boy."
"A boy." Peggy and I looked at each other. "A boy."
"Yes! A boy!" Pomfrey said.
"Hoo boy."
***
"Whatcha doing?" Harry flopped onto a couch beside Peggy and I.
"Going through baby names." Peggy said.
"It's going to be a boy." I said, pulling at a rather long bit of hair.
"What names do you have so far?" Harry asked.
"Well, mine are: Ashley, Brandon, Brett, Garrett, Jesse, Karl, Landon, Nathan, Ralphie, Sean, Theodore, and William." Peggy said.
I made a sort of gagging sound. "What are yours?" Harry asked.
I grinned and held up my piece of paper. "Ron Junior and Xavier." Harry snorted then coughed. "What?!" I demanded.
"Ron Junior or Xavier?!" He demanded.
"I like them." Peggy snorted. "Hey, you suggested 'Ashley'. That's a girls name!" I snapped.
"It can be a boys name OR a girls name."
"Emphasis on girl." I mumbled.
"I refuse to name the kid 'Ron Junior' or 'Xavier'."
"And I refuse to name the kid 'Ashley' or 'Ralphie'!"
"Plhplhphlhplhplhphlphlh!" She blew a raspberry at me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Harry said.
"He/she is impossible!" Peggy and I shouted, pointing at each other.
"You just need to come to a name you both like." Harry said.
"Hmph." We both grumbled, sitting back and folding our arms.
*** (Jasmine's point of view)
"Draco, sweetie, you still seem worried." I told him, early one Saturday afternoon as we sat underneath a tree. His head was in my lap and I was running my fingers through his hair.
"I am."
"How come?"
"Er, nothing."
"Draco." I warned.
He sighed and sat up. "I need to tell you. I should tell you."
"Tell me." I said.
"Voldemort is planning a big attack. He is getting all his Death Eaters and followers as strong as possible, and is going to attack London."
I got extremely pale, my eyes bugged out, and I felt faint. "Oh." I said quietly. "When?"
"I don't know." He admitted with a shrug.
"Have you told anyone?"
"Just that spelled room and you."
"Draco! We need to tell Dumbledore right away!"
"I---" I grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him to Dumbledore's office. After remembering the password, we went up.
"Come in." Dumbledore said after I knocked. I dragged Draco in and sat him down.
"Draco has important, critical, need-to-know information." I said.
Dumbledore linked his fingers and looked at Draco. "Well?"
"Er." Draco looked at me and I folded my arms. He sighed, and told him. Dumbledore sat back.
"I see. Can you swear to this?"
"Yes, sir. Draco mumbled.
Dumbledore rose up, went over to the wall. He pressed a brick and another brick flipped over revealing a keypad. He pressed notes on it and the beginning of the theme song to "Monty Python's Flying Circus" played. My eyes got wide as the wall literally melted away and a door appeared. "Come with me." He said, opening the door.
Draco and I went in, and followed him down long white corridors. We finally got a to a huge doorway. The molding around it was gold, and the white doors huge. Dumbledore opened them and there was a long hall. On the right side was five silver doors and on the left, six. At the very end of the hall was a large golden door with odd markings in it. Dumbledore took us to one of the silver doors and went into the office. It was lavished beautifully with fancy things and a pretty secretary.
"Oh, hello." The secretary said, looking up from her keyboard.
"I need to see Mr. English right away." Dumbledore said.
"Yes sir." She pointed to the door, and we went into the office.
An older man with thick white hair and a nice face looked up. "Hello."
"Mr. English." Dumbledore said, pushing Draco forward.
"I thought I was Mr. English." The man said in confusion.
"No, this is Mr. Malfoy."
"Isn't he a Death Eater?" Mr. English asked.
"My father is." Draco said quietly.
"He has fascinating information." Dumbledore said.
"Who this young man's father?"
"No this young man."
"Well?" Mr. English asked.
Draco chewed his bottom lip, glancing at me. I held his hand and squeezed it. "Voldemort is---is planning a-an attack. A, uh, big one. He, uh, he is getting, uh, all his, er, Death Eaters a-and and followers, erm, as strong as, uh, possible, and, uh, and uh, is, uh is going to er, uh, he's doing to, um, attack London."
Mr. English raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?"
"Er, I overheard."
"From a reliable source?"
"I'm in Slytherin house at Hogwarts. About three-fifth the kids are kids of Death Eaters and I walked in on a meeting. I overheard from them. They were bragging about which parents were going to, er, kill more Muggles in the attack." He said quietly. I kissed his hand and smiled.
"I see. Well, thank you for sharing this essential information. Do you know when this attack is going to occur?"
"No." Draco admitted.
"Thank you. Albus, stay here I need to talk to you. Miss Thorpe." His secretary came in.
"Yes Mr. English?"
"Take these two back to Hogwarts."
"Yes, Mr. English." Draco and I followed the witch back to the room with the door that went into Dumbledore's office. "Good day." She said, shutting the door behind her. When she did, it melted back into the brick wall.
"What was that place?" Draco asked as we left the office.
"I'm guessing it was the I.W.A." I said in amazement.
*** (Harry's point of view)
I jerked up, awaken by a piercing scream that made my blood run cold. I pushed myself out of bed, and turned the lights on. Dean, Donnie, Seamus, and Neville were all up, too.
The scream was from Ron. We pushed open his bed curtains and gasped.
He was gone!
*** (Ron's point of view)
I stared around me in complete and total shock. Either I was dreaming, or was having a vision. I was in You-Know-Who's throne room. The black marble throne stood out so much against the pressing whiteness. But the figure in the throne was not You-Know-Who.
"Hello." The young girl said.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She stood up and pushed back her curls. "You know perfectly well who I am."
"Arva." I said.
"Yes."
"I thought I killed you." I sneered.
"No. It almost worked, but I was still alive."
"Oh, you're dead now?"
"No. Voldemort tried killing me. Nearly did." She opened her robes and I saw a scar in her stomach that went up to her ribs and---
"Okay I don't want to see that."
"The scar or other things?"
"What do you think? Hate to break it to you, but I've got a girl."
"Voldemort is attacking London."
"So that's where he is."
"Not at this moment."
"Is this a vision?"
"Of course not. I summoned you here."
"Out of Hogwarts? That's impossible."
"Not for me." Arva said, twirling her curls around her fingers. "I'm an extremely powerful witch."
"Can I go now?" I asked.
"The I.W.A. already knows Voldemort will be attacking London, thanks to your friend Draco Malfoy."
"He's not my friend."
"Voldemort will be attacking London, on May 24th."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I hate Voldemort."
"What took so long?"
"I want him dead."
"Welcome to the club." I had no idea how I was keeping my cool, but I was.
"If the I.W.A. is ready, they can kill and capture hundreds of Death Eaters. And maybe even Voldemort."
"Will you be among them?"
"Of course not."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I told you. I want Voldemort dead."
"How come? I mean, I agree with you but you're evil."
"Exactly. Once Voldemort is out of the way, my pathway is cleared."
"Oh that's nice."
Arva twitched her hand at me and I was slammed against the wall. "Tell the I.W.A."
"I dunno where they are."
"Then tell that annoying godfather of Potter's."
"What does he have to do with it?" I demanded.
"Oh honestly, haven't you figured it out? He works there."
I arched my eyebrows. "He does?"
Arva laughed and removed the spell. I slumped to the floor, having difficulty with my breathing. "Of course you nitwit."
"Oh, if you're going to insult me I might not tell." I said, shakily standing up. I was slammed against the wall again and groaned.
"Oh you won't? You'd rather have Voldemort succeed?"
"Fine, fine. I'll tell. But just so all those Muggles will be saved and not so you have a chance to become #1." I fell to the ground again as she removed the spell.
"Good." She waved her hand and I was back in my bed.
***
"Oh, back again are you?" The man behind the desk asked.
"This young man has found out when the attack will be." Dumbledore said, urging me forward.
"Well?" He asked me, eyes peering.
"Uh, May 24th." I said.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"Er. I don't want to tell."
"Mr. Weasley (Now how did he know my name?!) if you do not willingly tell.. ." The wizard left this for my imagination.
"I was summoned, right out of my bed." I said, casting glances at Dumbledore.
"That's impossible."
"Her name is Arva Dekadava. She's an extremely powerful witch. The Unforgivable curses don't work on her. She used to work for Voldemort, and I tried killing her with a knife but it didn't work. Voldemort tried killing her later but it didn't work. She doesn't even need a wand to do magic." I said, not even realizing I had said You-Know-Who's name.
"Can do magic without a wand?" The wizard asked, glancing at Dumbledore.
"An omnipotent magus?" Dumbledore asked.
"It would seem. But there's only one alive and we know exactly where that one is." The wizard said. "Well if an omnipotent magus means 'can do magic without wand' then there's another, Arva." I said, wringing my hands.
"We need to check into this." Dumbledore said.
"Where is she?" The man behind the desk asked.
"I don't know." I admitted.
"Albus, go see if anyone else knows about this." The wizard said. Dumbledore nodded and left. The man turned back and studied me. "You're the kid who was dead, right?"
"Yes." I said, disconcerted.
"You're the one Sir is after."
"Yes."
"Brought back with the Stone?"
"I hate to be repetitive but yes."
"I see." The wizard traced a design on his desk. "Do you have the Stone?"
"Not with me."
"Where is it?"
"I'm not sure."
The man studied me and sighed. "Well that can't be helped. Anything else to tell me?"
"No sir."
"Mr. English."
"No Mr. English."
"I'll have my secretary take you back to Hogwarts then." He nodded, and I was shown out.
*** (Harry's point of view)
"You were summoned right out of your bed?"
"Yes." Ron replied.
"By the evil girl we thought was dead?"
"Yes."
"And she told you when---"
"Yes."
"And you were taken to the-"
"Yes."
Ron and I were talking about his experience. He was taken to the I.W.A. again. "So the door IS in Dumbledore's office?"
"Yes." Ron replied. "It is. You push a brick and this keypad appearing and you play this music on it. It opens a door."
"Hmm." I said, trying to recollect my thoughts. Everything was swirling about in my head in a quagmire of quandary.
"Har, you okay?" Ron asked.
"Fine, just thinking."
"About?"
"Everything."
"Blimey, that will take a while."
I smiled and sipped some water. I wondered how everything was going to end up. I had no idea. Everything was just muddled together like Sirius's last attempt of making vegetable stew. When that had happened, I had decided, after finding a fish bone in it, it was much safer not to eat it. In fact it was probably not even safe to dump it out. I began to wonder whatever happened to that sickening soup. I began to wonder whether everything would turn out nice, like Hermione's cooking, or horrible, like Sirius's. I began to wonder if there was any point in doing anything but sit here and put myself into an even more perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary.
I then wondered how on Earth I knew perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary.
After that I wondered if that cursed room did any damage on my brain. It certainly seemed so, after all I knew what perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary meant.
"Harry!" I blinked and sat back, seeing Luna standing there.
"Oh, hello." I said.
"I said good morning to you about fifty times." She complained.
"Sorry, I'm busy sinking into a state of stupidity." I said, kissing her on the cheek. "My head's pretty much nothing but disorder right now."
"Oh." She said, sliding into the seat next to me. "Anything I can help with?"
"No, it's okay." I said with a shrug. "I don't think anything can help me right now."
***
If they succeed what would happen? Would London would be destroyed, or turned into a town of evil wizardry?
Thoughts like these turned over in my head. Would Voldemort succeed? Between Jasmine and Ron I knew everything. May 24th. The attack. Or would it be prevented? Could the I.W.A. win? and WHAT THE HELL WAS THE I.W.A?!
I needed to find out, and the only way to do so.... was Dumbledore's office.
Maybe I should sneak in sometime. Jasmine and Ron knew which brick, and the music to played. I'd have to convince them.
Yes, that would work.
Only problem is, all three of us couldn't fit under my Invisibility Cloak. Ron was too tall. Hmm.
***
"Ouch! Harry you nitwit you stepped on my foot."
"Sorry Jasmine."
"You better be."
"Oh shut up."
"No you shut up."
"Make me."
"I will."
"Ron, you still back there?"
"Of course I am, Har."
"Sorry its just I can't tell what with us under two different Invisibility Cloaks. Jelly Slugs." The Gargoyle sprang aside to let the invisible people go up into Dumbledore's empty office.
"I'm just following the sounds of the quibbling siblings."
"By the way where did you get the Invisibility Cloak?"
"Peggy."
"Peggy has a Invisibility Cloak?"
"Well of course she has, how else could Ron borrow it from her?"
"Oh be quiet."
"Brothers and sisters should not be stuck under the same Invisibility Cloak."
"Fine then, Jasmine. Go and get stuck with Ron."
"There's no room under my Invisibility Cloak."
"How come?"
"I'm under here."
"Peggy?!"
"Yes?"
"Ron-you brought Peggy along?"
"Of course I did, Harry. I had to tell her why I wanted to borrow her cloak."
"Yes Ron is a good boyfriend unlike OTHERS."
"LUNA?!"
"Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"I think I'm somewhere next to you, but with everyone under Invisibility Cloaks I can't be sure."
"'Ere, except for me."
"LUPUS?!"
"Yeah, Lupus is here with me. Ginny, too."
"Ginny?!"
"Yes, Ron?"
"What are you doing?"
"Coming with Lupus."
"See? Your the only boyfriend who didn't invite their girlfriend along."
"Luna, this was supposed to be private."
"Well for something so secret, why is there 8 people?"
"Okay now who's this new voice?"
"'Ere, it sounds like Draco."
"It is me, Jasmine."
'Where are you?"
"Somewhere in this office."
"Invisibility Cloak?"
"Of course, Potter, what do you think? Floating somewhere above you?"
"Where did you get that Invisibility Cloak?"
"My father gave it to me for my tenth birthday."
"Okay so how many Invisibility Cloaks and people under the cloaks do we have?!"
"Well there's you and me, Har, under dads."
"And me under mine."
"Peggy and me under hers."
"Lupus, Gin, and me under the one we took from our parents."
"So four cloaks and eight people?"
"No, six cloaks and nine people."
"WHO'S THIS?!"
"Nobody."
"OKAY THAT IS IT!" Harry pushed his cloak off and he and Jasmine came into view. "Everyone, come on, off with your cloaks."
Ron and Peggy soon came into view. Luna, Lupus, and Ginny followed. Draco was next. "Come on, you too." Harry growled, wondering who the other person was.
"I am the ghooooooost of Christmas paaaaaaaaaast. Be kiiiiiiiind to Tiny Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim."
"Sirius!" Harry yelled.
"It isn't Sirius!" The voice insisted.
"Oh PLEASE. Okay, how did you know about this?" Harry demanded. He was surprised to see Remus standing there, not Sirius.
"Dad?" Luna and Lupus asked.
"Ivana saw the twins nicking our cloak, got me to take this cloak from Emerin, and I followed them." Remus explained.
"And I followed you." They jumped and spun around as Emerin came into view. She was folding an Invisibility Cloak in her arms.
"Where'd you get that cloak?"
"From me, she stole it!" They jumped again as Sirius angrily tore off a cloak and snatched his own cloak from Emerin.
"Sheesh, sorry." Emerin said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay so the twins took Ivana and Remus's cloak, Remus took Emerin's cloak, and Emerin took Sirius's cloak." Jasmine said.
"Right."
"So where did you get that one?" Harry asked his godfather.
"Trixie's. I nicked it from her cause it was the safer choice."
"What do you mean 'safer choice'?" Emerin asked.
"What do you think?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, I wouldn't dare try to take anything of Bert's either." Remus said with a grin.
"OKAY! Now that we got it all sorted out, you all can leave." Harry said.
"How come?" Sirius asked, brushing his shaggy hair back.
"I was busy with something important that was supposed to ONLY be me, Jasmine, and Ron." Harry said.
"I love you, too." Hermione came into view as well as she stuffed yet another cloak in her bag.
"Hermione!" Harry said in surprise. Dumbledore's office was getting extremely crowded. "What are you doing here and where did you get that cloak?"
"Well I found Jasmine sneaking off, followed by Peggy and decided to follow them." Hermione said, folding her arms. "And I got the cloak from Viktor last summer. Its his, and he said I could use it. Good thing, too. Harry, I can't believe you didn't let me into these plans."
"My mind has been muddled lately, I wasn't thinking right." Harry muttered.
"Okay so what are we doing?" Sirius asked.
"WE are doing NOTHING. Jasmine, Ron, and I---and Hermione, too. We are going to carry on with my plan."
"If Jasmine is there, so am I." Draco said.
"If Ron is going, so am I." Peggy snapped.
"And Harry, if you go, I'm going too." Luna said.
"If Luna goes, I go."
"And if Lupus goes, so do I."
"Ginny go back."
"Oh shut up Ron."
"I am not leaving this office till you tell me what you are planning on doing, Harry." Sirius said.
"And is dog-breath gets to stay, so do I."
"Oh shut up." Sirius snapped at Remus.
"I am not moving either." Emerin said.
"Neither am I." Said a new voice.
"Oh GOD who NOW?!" Harry yelled.
Trixie and Bert appeared (as well as a few of Bert's guns.). "Us." Trixie said.
"Hello Trixie dear."
"DON'T YOU DARE 'TRIXIE DEAR' ME, SIRIUS EVAN BLACK! You could of brought me along instead of stealing my blasted cloak!"
"Trixie, dear, not now. I'm waiting for Harry's confessional."
"Guys! Please!" Harry whined. "Go away."
"What are you doing at midnight in Dumbledore's office?" Remus asked.
"I'm not telling." Harry said, scowling.
"Then we're not leaving." Sirius said.
"Blimey!" They all jumped as someone turned the lights on.
"Professor Dumbledore!" They all shouted.
The wizard looked at everyone. "I am so sorry, I didn't anticipate a rambunctious party located within the boundaries of my office, I'll just leave then."
"Er, sorry sir." Sirius muttered.
"Yeah, we just followed Harry here." Lupus piped up.
"Actually Trixie and Bert followed Sirius who followed Emerin who followed Remus who followed the twins and Ginny, who followed me. Hermione and Malfoy followed us though not together." Harry said.
"Why were you coming here, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, blue eyes sparkling. Harry had a feeling the old wizard knew perfectly well why he was there.
But before any of them could speak, the wall melted away and the door swung open. Mr. English walked out looking grave. "Albus, we have a serious problem."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE- Invisibility Cloaks (Ron's point of view)
"No." "Yes. Wait, no." "Yes." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "NnnnnYes." "No. Wait, yes." "Yes." "No." "No, no." "Yes." "No." "No." "Yes. Wait, no." "Yes." "No." "No." "No." "Yes." "No. Er, yes." "Yes." "No!" "No." "Yes."
Peggy and I looked at each other, and back at Madame Pomfrey. Pomfrey sighed. "Well, do you want to know the gender of the child or not?" She repeated.
"Can you give us a hint?" I asked.
"Well?" She asked.
"Yes." We chorused. She put her wand against Peggy's middle which was getting bigger and said a spell. Her wand glowed white, then faded into blue.
"Boy."
"Boy." We both said. Pomfrey pulled her wand away.
"Yes, a boy."
"A boy." Peggy and I looked at each other. "A boy."
"Yes! A boy!" Pomfrey said.
"Hoo boy."
***
"Whatcha doing?" Harry flopped onto a couch beside Peggy and I.
"Going through baby names." Peggy said.
"It's going to be a boy." I said, pulling at a rather long bit of hair.
"What names do you have so far?" Harry asked.
"Well, mine are: Ashley, Brandon, Brett, Garrett, Jesse, Karl, Landon, Nathan, Ralphie, Sean, Theodore, and William." Peggy said.
I made a sort of gagging sound. "What are yours?" Harry asked.
I grinned and held up my piece of paper. "Ron Junior and Xavier." Harry snorted then coughed. "What?!" I demanded.
"Ron Junior or Xavier?!" He demanded.
"I like them." Peggy snorted. "Hey, you suggested 'Ashley'. That's a girls name!" I snapped.
"It can be a boys name OR a girls name."
"Emphasis on girl." I mumbled.
"I refuse to name the kid 'Ron Junior' or 'Xavier'."
"And I refuse to name the kid 'Ashley' or 'Ralphie'!"
"Plhplhphlhplhplhphlphlh!" She blew a raspberry at me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Harry said.
"He/she is impossible!" Peggy and I shouted, pointing at each other.
"You just need to come to a name you both like." Harry said.
"Hmph." We both grumbled, sitting back and folding our arms.
*** (Jasmine's point of view)
"Draco, sweetie, you still seem worried." I told him, early one Saturday afternoon as we sat underneath a tree. His head was in my lap and I was running my fingers through his hair.
"I am."
"How come?"
"Er, nothing."
"Draco." I warned.
He sighed and sat up. "I need to tell you. I should tell you."
"Tell me." I said.
"Voldemort is planning a big attack. He is getting all his Death Eaters and followers as strong as possible, and is going to attack London."
I got extremely pale, my eyes bugged out, and I felt faint. "Oh." I said quietly. "When?"
"I don't know." He admitted with a shrug.
"Have you told anyone?"
"Just that spelled room and you."
"Draco! We need to tell Dumbledore right away!"
"I---" I grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him to Dumbledore's office. After remembering the password, we went up.
"Come in." Dumbledore said after I knocked. I dragged Draco in and sat him down.
"Draco has important, critical, need-to-know information." I said.
Dumbledore linked his fingers and looked at Draco. "Well?"
"Er." Draco looked at me and I folded my arms. He sighed, and told him. Dumbledore sat back.
"I see. Can you swear to this?"
"Yes, sir. Draco mumbled.
Dumbledore rose up, went over to the wall. He pressed a brick and another brick flipped over revealing a keypad. He pressed notes on it and the beginning of the theme song to "Monty Python's Flying Circus" played. My eyes got wide as the wall literally melted away and a door appeared. "Come with me." He said, opening the door.
Draco and I went in, and followed him down long white corridors. We finally got a to a huge doorway. The molding around it was gold, and the white doors huge. Dumbledore opened them and there was a long hall. On the right side was five silver doors and on the left, six. At the very end of the hall was a large golden door with odd markings in it. Dumbledore took us to one of the silver doors and went into the office. It was lavished beautifully with fancy things and a pretty secretary.
"Oh, hello." The secretary said, looking up from her keyboard.
"I need to see Mr. English right away." Dumbledore said.
"Yes sir." She pointed to the door, and we went into the office.
An older man with thick white hair and a nice face looked up. "Hello."
"Mr. English." Dumbledore said, pushing Draco forward.
"I thought I was Mr. English." The man said in confusion.
"No, this is Mr. Malfoy."
"Isn't he a Death Eater?" Mr. English asked.
"My father is." Draco said quietly.
"He has fascinating information." Dumbledore said.
"Who this young man's father?"
"No this young man."
"Well?" Mr. English asked.
Draco chewed his bottom lip, glancing at me. I held his hand and squeezed it. "Voldemort is---is planning a-an attack. A, uh, big one. He, uh, he is getting, uh, all his, er, Death Eaters a-and and followers, erm, as strong as, uh, possible, and, uh, and uh, is, uh is going to er, uh, he's doing to, um, attack London."
Mr. English raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?"
"Er, I overheard."
"From a reliable source?"
"I'm in Slytherin house at Hogwarts. About three-fifth the kids are kids of Death Eaters and I walked in on a meeting. I overheard from them. They were bragging about which parents were going to, er, kill more Muggles in the attack." He said quietly. I kissed his hand and smiled.
"I see. Well, thank you for sharing this essential information. Do you know when this attack is going to occur?"
"No." Draco admitted.
"Thank you. Albus, stay here I need to talk to you. Miss Thorpe." His secretary came in.
"Yes Mr. English?"
"Take these two back to Hogwarts."
"Yes, Mr. English." Draco and I followed the witch back to the room with the door that went into Dumbledore's office. "Good day." She said, shutting the door behind her. When she did, it melted back into the brick wall.
"What was that place?" Draco asked as we left the office.
"I'm guessing it was the I.W.A." I said in amazement.
*** (Harry's point of view)
I jerked up, awaken by a piercing scream that made my blood run cold. I pushed myself out of bed, and turned the lights on. Dean, Donnie, Seamus, and Neville were all up, too.
The scream was from Ron. We pushed open his bed curtains and gasped.
He was gone!
*** (Ron's point of view)
I stared around me in complete and total shock. Either I was dreaming, or was having a vision. I was in You-Know-Who's throne room. The black marble throne stood out so much against the pressing whiteness. But the figure in the throne was not You-Know-Who.
"Hello." The young girl said.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She stood up and pushed back her curls. "You know perfectly well who I am."
"Arva." I said.
"Yes."
"I thought I killed you." I sneered.
"No. It almost worked, but I was still alive."
"Oh, you're dead now?"
"No. Voldemort tried killing me. Nearly did." She opened her robes and I saw a scar in her stomach that went up to her ribs and---
"Okay I don't want to see that."
"The scar or other things?"
"What do you think? Hate to break it to you, but I've got a girl."
"Voldemort is attacking London."
"So that's where he is."
"Not at this moment."
"Is this a vision?"
"Of course not. I summoned you here."
"Out of Hogwarts? That's impossible."
"Not for me." Arva said, twirling her curls around her fingers. "I'm an extremely powerful witch."
"Can I go now?" I asked.
"The I.W.A. already knows Voldemort will be attacking London, thanks to your friend Draco Malfoy."
"He's not my friend."
"Voldemort will be attacking London, on May 24th."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I hate Voldemort."
"What took so long?"
"I want him dead."
"Welcome to the club." I had no idea how I was keeping my cool, but I was.
"If the I.W.A. is ready, they can kill and capture hundreds of Death Eaters. And maybe even Voldemort."
"Will you be among them?"
"Of course not."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I told you. I want Voldemort dead."
"How come? I mean, I agree with you but you're evil."
"Exactly. Once Voldemort is out of the way, my pathway is cleared."
"Oh that's nice."
Arva twitched her hand at me and I was slammed against the wall. "Tell the I.W.A."
"I dunno where they are."
"Then tell that annoying godfather of Potter's."
"What does he have to do with it?" I demanded.
"Oh honestly, haven't you figured it out? He works there."
I arched my eyebrows. "He does?"
Arva laughed and removed the spell. I slumped to the floor, having difficulty with my breathing. "Of course you nitwit."
"Oh, if you're going to insult me I might not tell." I said, shakily standing up. I was slammed against the wall again and groaned.
"Oh you won't? You'd rather have Voldemort succeed?"
"Fine, fine. I'll tell. But just so all those Muggles will be saved and not so you have a chance to become #1." I fell to the ground again as she removed the spell.
"Good." She waved her hand and I was back in my bed.
***
"Oh, back again are you?" The man behind the desk asked.
"This young man has found out when the attack will be." Dumbledore said, urging me forward.
"Well?" He asked me, eyes peering.
"Uh, May 24th." I said.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"Er. I don't want to tell."
"Mr. Weasley (Now how did he know my name?!) if you do not willingly tell.. ." The wizard left this for my imagination.
"I was summoned, right out of my bed." I said, casting glances at Dumbledore.
"That's impossible."
"Her name is Arva Dekadava. She's an extremely powerful witch. The Unforgivable curses don't work on her. She used to work for Voldemort, and I tried killing her with a knife but it didn't work. Voldemort tried killing her later but it didn't work. She doesn't even need a wand to do magic." I said, not even realizing I had said You-Know-Who's name.
"Can do magic without a wand?" The wizard asked, glancing at Dumbledore.
"An omnipotent magus?" Dumbledore asked.
"It would seem. But there's only one alive and we know exactly where that one is." The wizard said. "Well if an omnipotent magus means 'can do magic without wand' then there's another, Arva." I said, wringing my hands.
"We need to check into this." Dumbledore said.
"Where is she?" The man behind the desk asked.
"I don't know." I admitted.
"Albus, go see if anyone else knows about this." The wizard said. Dumbledore nodded and left. The man turned back and studied me. "You're the kid who was dead, right?"
"Yes." I said, disconcerted.
"You're the one Sir is after."
"Yes."
"Brought back with the Stone?"
"I hate to be repetitive but yes."
"I see." The wizard traced a design on his desk. "Do you have the Stone?"
"Not with me."
"Where is it?"
"I'm not sure."
The man studied me and sighed. "Well that can't be helped. Anything else to tell me?"
"No sir."
"Mr. English."
"No Mr. English."
"I'll have my secretary take you back to Hogwarts then." He nodded, and I was shown out.
*** (Harry's point of view)
"You were summoned right out of your bed?"
"Yes." Ron replied.
"By the evil girl we thought was dead?"
"Yes."
"And she told you when---"
"Yes."
"And you were taken to the-"
"Yes."
Ron and I were talking about his experience. He was taken to the I.W.A. again. "So the door IS in Dumbledore's office?"
"Yes." Ron replied. "It is. You push a brick and this keypad appearing and you play this music on it. It opens a door."
"Hmm." I said, trying to recollect my thoughts. Everything was swirling about in my head in a quagmire of quandary.
"Har, you okay?" Ron asked.
"Fine, just thinking."
"About?"
"Everything."
"Blimey, that will take a while."
I smiled and sipped some water. I wondered how everything was going to end up. I had no idea. Everything was just muddled together like Sirius's last attempt of making vegetable stew. When that had happened, I had decided, after finding a fish bone in it, it was much safer not to eat it. In fact it was probably not even safe to dump it out. I began to wonder whatever happened to that sickening soup. I began to wonder whether everything would turn out nice, like Hermione's cooking, or horrible, like Sirius's. I began to wonder if there was any point in doing anything but sit here and put myself into an even more perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary.
I then wondered how on Earth I knew perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary.
After that I wondered if that cursed room did any damage on my brain. It certainly seemed so, after all I knew what perplexed plight and quagmire of quandary meant.
"Harry!" I blinked and sat back, seeing Luna standing there.
"Oh, hello." I said.
"I said good morning to you about fifty times." She complained.
"Sorry, I'm busy sinking into a state of stupidity." I said, kissing her on the cheek. "My head's pretty much nothing but disorder right now."
"Oh." She said, sliding into the seat next to me. "Anything I can help with?"
"No, it's okay." I said with a shrug. "I don't think anything can help me right now."
***
If they succeed what would happen? Would London would be destroyed, or turned into a town of evil wizardry?
Thoughts like these turned over in my head. Would Voldemort succeed? Between Jasmine and Ron I knew everything. May 24th. The attack. Or would it be prevented? Could the I.W.A. win? and WHAT THE HELL WAS THE I.W.A?!
I needed to find out, and the only way to do so.... was Dumbledore's office.
Maybe I should sneak in sometime. Jasmine and Ron knew which brick, and the music to played. I'd have to convince them.
Yes, that would work.
Only problem is, all three of us couldn't fit under my Invisibility Cloak. Ron was too tall. Hmm.
***
"Ouch! Harry you nitwit you stepped on my foot."
"Sorry Jasmine."
"You better be."
"Oh shut up."
"No you shut up."
"Make me."
"I will."
"Ron, you still back there?"
"Of course I am, Har."
"Sorry its just I can't tell what with us under two different Invisibility Cloaks. Jelly Slugs." The Gargoyle sprang aside to let the invisible people go up into Dumbledore's empty office.
"I'm just following the sounds of the quibbling siblings."
"By the way where did you get the Invisibility Cloak?"
"Peggy."
"Peggy has a Invisibility Cloak?"
"Well of course she has, how else could Ron borrow it from her?"
"Oh be quiet."
"Brothers and sisters should not be stuck under the same Invisibility Cloak."
"Fine then, Jasmine. Go and get stuck with Ron."
"There's no room under my Invisibility Cloak."
"How come?"
"I'm under here."
"Peggy?!"
"Yes?"
"Ron-you brought Peggy along?"
"Of course I did, Harry. I had to tell her why I wanted to borrow her cloak."
"Yes Ron is a good boyfriend unlike OTHERS."
"LUNA?!"
"Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"I think I'm somewhere next to you, but with everyone under Invisibility Cloaks I can't be sure."
"'Ere, except for me."
"LUPUS?!"
"Yeah, Lupus is here with me. Ginny, too."
"Ginny?!"
"Yes, Ron?"
"What are you doing?"
"Coming with Lupus."
"See? Your the only boyfriend who didn't invite their girlfriend along."
"Luna, this was supposed to be private."
"Well for something so secret, why is there 8 people?"
"Okay now who's this new voice?"
"'Ere, it sounds like Draco."
"It is me, Jasmine."
'Where are you?"
"Somewhere in this office."
"Invisibility Cloak?"
"Of course, Potter, what do you think? Floating somewhere above you?"
"Where did you get that Invisibility Cloak?"
"My father gave it to me for my tenth birthday."
"Okay so how many Invisibility Cloaks and people under the cloaks do we have?!"
"Well there's you and me, Har, under dads."
"And me under mine."
"Peggy and me under hers."
"Lupus, Gin, and me under the one we took from our parents."
"So four cloaks and eight people?"
"No, six cloaks and nine people."
"WHO'S THIS?!"
"Nobody."
"OKAY THAT IS IT!" Harry pushed his cloak off and he and Jasmine came into view. "Everyone, come on, off with your cloaks."
Ron and Peggy soon came into view. Luna, Lupus, and Ginny followed. Draco was next. "Come on, you too." Harry growled, wondering who the other person was.
"I am the ghooooooost of Christmas paaaaaaaaaast. Be kiiiiiiiind to Tiny Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim."
"Sirius!" Harry yelled.
"It isn't Sirius!" The voice insisted.
"Oh PLEASE. Okay, how did you know about this?" Harry demanded. He was surprised to see Remus standing there, not Sirius.
"Dad?" Luna and Lupus asked.
"Ivana saw the twins nicking our cloak, got me to take this cloak from Emerin, and I followed them." Remus explained.
"And I followed you." They jumped and spun around as Emerin came into view. She was folding an Invisibility Cloak in her arms.
"Where'd you get that cloak?"
"From me, she stole it!" They jumped again as Sirius angrily tore off a cloak and snatched his own cloak from Emerin.
"Sheesh, sorry." Emerin said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay so the twins took Ivana and Remus's cloak, Remus took Emerin's cloak, and Emerin took Sirius's cloak." Jasmine said.
"Right."
"So where did you get that one?" Harry asked his godfather.
"Trixie's. I nicked it from her cause it was the safer choice."
"What do you mean 'safer choice'?" Emerin asked.
"What do you think?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, I wouldn't dare try to take anything of Bert's either." Remus said with a grin.
"OKAY! Now that we got it all sorted out, you all can leave." Harry said.
"How come?" Sirius asked, brushing his shaggy hair back.
"I was busy with something important that was supposed to ONLY be me, Jasmine, and Ron." Harry said.
"I love you, too." Hermione came into view as well as she stuffed yet another cloak in her bag.
"Hermione!" Harry said in surprise. Dumbledore's office was getting extremely crowded. "What are you doing here and where did you get that cloak?"
"Well I found Jasmine sneaking off, followed by Peggy and decided to follow them." Hermione said, folding her arms. "And I got the cloak from Viktor last summer. Its his, and he said I could use it. Good thing, too. Harry, I can't believe you didn't let me into these plans."
"My mind has been muddled lately, I wasn't thinking right." Harry muttered.
"Okay so what are we doing?" Sirius asked.
"WE are doing NOTHING. Jasmine, Ron, and I---and Hermione, too. We are going to carry on with my plan."
"If Jasmine is there, so am I." Draco said.
"If Ron is going, so am I." Peggy snapped.
"And Harry, if you go, I'm going too." Luna said.
"If Luna goes, I go."
"And if Lupus goes, so do I."
"Ginny go back."
"Oh shut up Ron."
"I am not leaving this office till you tell me what you are planning on doing, Harry." Sirius said.
"And is dog-breath gets to stay, so do I."
"Oh shut up." Sirius snapped at Remus.
"I am not moving either." Emerin said.
"Neither am I." Said a new voice.
"Oh GOD who NOW?!" Harry yelled.
Trixie and Bert appeared (as well as a few of Bert's guns.). "Us." Trixie said.
"Hello Trixie dear."
"DON'T YOU DARE 'TRIXIE DEAR' ME, SIRIUS EVAN BLACK! You could of brought me along instead of stealing my blasted cloak!"
"Trixie, dear, not now. I'm waiting for Harry's confessional."
"Guys! Please!" Harry whined. "Go away."
"What are you doing at midnight in Dumbledore's office?" Remus asked.
"I'm not telling." Harry said, scowling.
"Then we're not leaving." Sirius said.
"Blimey!" They all jumped as someone turned the lights on.
"Professor Dumbledore!" They all shouted.
The wizard looked at everyone. "I am so sorry, I didn't anticipate a rambunctious party located within the boundaries of my office, I'll just leave then."
"Er, sorry sir." Sirius muttered.
"Yeah, we just followed Harry here." Lupus piped up.
"Actually Trixie and Bert followed Sirius who followed Emerin who followed Remus who followed the twins and Ginny, who followed me. Hermione and Malfoy followed us though not together." Harry said.
"Why were you coming here, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, blue eyes sparkling. Harry had a feeling the old wizard knew perfectly well why he was there.
But before any of them could speak, the wall melted away and the door swung open. Mr. English walked out looking grave. "Albus, we have a serious problem."