Hi:)
Sorry its been a long time, but I have two really important essays in for Monday, and I won't be able to write much until then:/
I hope you like this tiny chapter, but I will get organised and update more, I promise:)
Aisling Aberdyfi xx
"That's the thing- we don't know."
"You must have some idea...he must have let something slip to someone."
"He hasn't spoken to anyone-"
"Poppy's done a scan on his magic core, something happened; a big change, he's really unstable..."
"We need to find out what they did to him whilst he was there-"
"Yeah, but he's not going to tell us is he?"
"Why don't we give it ago? What's the worst that could happen.."
"Oh I don't know, probably kill himself? He's fragile-"
"Oh come on! I know Harry, and he wouldn't kill himself if someone asked him a question!"
"He's different now! He's changed! He's-"
The latest Order meeting was in total chaos, people were shouting, insults were being thrown. People were fighting and the anger radiated from the room. The thin room was illuminated by the fluttering candles, and the chandelier swayed slightly. The Order seemed past the point of no return.
And then came the abrupt silence. Albus Dumbledore stood in the door way overlooking the scene.
"Take a seat." Said Albus quietly, placing himself at the end of the table. People exchanged anxious looks, and gingerly sat down, deafening silence filling the room. People fidgeted and coughed. "Let's get this meeting started shall we?"
"Sir, I really do think we need to do something about Harry-" Kingsley started,
"Yeah me too-" and the room was filled with numerous affirmative nods. The volume rose, at least until Dumbledore raised his right hand.
"Any reports, Severus?" All eyes turned towards the sallow-faced man at the end of the table, who'd remained silent for the entirety of the meeting.
"I regret to inform you all that, as a result of Harry not being found, the Dark Lord lashed out and destroyed a young wizard school in France. All that was left was rubble, bodies…and the Dark Mark." The cold voice cut through the eerie silence. Nobody seemed to breathe for a moment. Dumbledore coughed.
"Thank you, Severus." The Headmaster seemed to struggle for words, "I will be sending people out to recover that, ah, mess."
His ear was pressed firmly against the door, and his eyes were closed. He listened intently. Harry was no longer invited to the Order meetings, but that was alright with him. He still found out what was going on without having to sit in a crowded room with people chucking questions at him. Odd words drifted in and out of the room;
"Need to do something about Harry-"
"Reports?" This was the bit the boy wanted to hear. He held his breath.
"Harry not being found…Dark Lord….and destroyed a young wizard school in France." Harry's body tensed up, and he pressed himself closer to the door. Please, no, he begged.
"…was rubble, bodies…and the Dark Mark." It felt as if a cold clammy hand had clamped around his heart, and pulled it towards his stomach. Harry felt sick, and stumbled towards the stairs. He ran to the bathroom, and threw up in the toilet, clutching his heart. He always let this happen; it was always his fault, why could he just die, why couldn't he just disappear? He would save everyone a lot of trouble. He smacked himself in the head. Hard. He wanted everything to stop, to disappear. He wanted to be free.