Before Harry even knew what he was doing he was on his feet and had already drawn his wand. His despair transformed into rage and anger that flowed through his every vein. He paced broodingly back and forth from Hermione at the door to the foot of the bed and Ginny, stamping his feet as hard as he could with every step. There was fury etched on his face and burning in his eyes the intensity of which none in the room had ever seen in him before. This was the look of a person who's only thought was revenge on the one that had caused him, and several others, so much pain and had finally been driven over the edge.

Harry clenched his teeth and fists painfully tight, so tight, in fact, that we would have wondered which would break first his teeth or his wand. Would, that was, if all his thoughts were not consumed with fantasized images of himself taking his revenge on Voldemort and all who followed him; especially images of Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Peter Pettigrew in pain. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that even when involving these people that it was wrong of him to think such a way. But the news of Hagrid's fate had pushed that part of his conscious so far out of his mind that he had no regard for it what so ever.

Harry didn't even notice Hermione begin to cry as she hurried over to Ginny to speak with her, despite her best efforts to prevent its coming. He didn't notice much of anything that was going on around him, if he anything at all. All he could do was pace and think, pace and think until he figured out what to do or he eventually got tired of his thoughts of suffering towards his foes, though he knew neither of the two solutions were likely to come. He knew, of course, that something had to be done. He couldn't very well leave Voldemort in control of Hogwarts; that much was clear. Merlin only knew what he would do to the students who remained that were the children of those who had displeased him or he just plain didn't like.

If it were possible, Harry tightened his fists out of frustration at his sheer ineptitude in finding an answer to the severe problem he found himself and many others in.

Harry let out an irritation filled grunt while swinging his wand hand out in front of him in an attempt to achieve nothing more than to show his frustration, however, the next thing he knew there was a loud bang accompanied by startled gasps and he was showered by countless wooden splinters.

Harry drew himself away from his thoughts, stopped pacing and looked to see what he had done. There in the doorway was a small bit of door still hanging on the top hinge and the rest was scattered across every part of the room; he had blown it up.

"Whatbloodyhellgoingon!" Ernie spouted, having been suddenly woken up by the racket.

"Oh, Harry just blew up the door." Hermione said in a faint voice, wiping her eyes

"What?" Ernie asked confusedly looking around the room in a daze and before he could inquire more about the situation Harry Screamed angry throwing his hands up and a nearby, empty, portrait burst into flames.

Harry grunted once more, though barely loud enough for anyone to hear, and cursed at himself under his breath for losing control. After all, it had been years since he had lost control of his magic like that. How could he ever expect to find the last two Horcruxes and destroy them, let alone defeat Voldemort, if he couldn't even control his magic after something happened? He had to keep control no matter what.

But it's Hagrid. A little voice in the back of Harry's head rang clearly, causing him to clench his fists and jaw as tightly as he possibly could, trying to ignore it. He didn't want to hear it, not just then. It's Hagrid, the voice persisted and Harry continued to try and pay it no attention along with the pain that was now surging through both his hands and his mouth. It's Hagrid, why should I keep control? Why shouldn't I apparate to Hogwarts right now and destroy Voldemort? The Death Eaters can't stop me, I know that. Why shouldn't I kill them all? They all deserve it.

Harry stood rooted to the spot and closed his eyes, half ignoring what the voice was saying and half agreeing with it. He had to admit to himself, even if to no one else, that what the voice was saying was what he truly felt like doing and what he believed, despite knowing he wouldn't stand a chance. He felt as if he was both invincible and the weakest he had ever been at the same time. He wanted to go and fight to the death, his and Voldemort's if necessary, and at the same time knew it was folly to do so. He would never succeed; he would only end up getting himself killed while doing nothing to further the effort to defeat Voldemort. But he couldn't think of anything else to do. What else was there to do if he and the Order did not attack the school to reclaim it from Voldemort?

As the voice continued its badgering for him to charge foolishly to Hogwarts's rescue, Harry attempted to put it, his anger, and his pain out of mind so that he might be able to think clearly. He could not however. Every time he tried, he failed, thus only proving to further his sense of general ineptitude and to make him feel more inclined to listen to the voice.

"Harry… Harry, are you all right?" Came Hermione's voice to his right and he didn't answer

How could she ask him such a question? Wasn't it obvious that he wasn't, how could he be? As far as he was concerned she warranted being ignored at the present moment just as much as everything else he was ignoring.

"Harry, you're hurting your hands." A voice that was far from Hermione's said in his left ear, this was Ginny's voice "Come on; loosen them, just a bit."

He knew perfectly well that he was hurting his hands but he could not release them as long as he was having an internal battle with his own wants. But he couldn't ignore Ginny either, not this time; he was just finding it magnificently hard to obey her. He couldn't concentrate.

Harry didn't know whether he screamed aloud or merely inside, nor did he care, but when he did his only goal was to stop the voice, his voice, and the pointless banter it was causing; that was not all it did however. As Harry screamed for the briefest moment, releasing his frustration, every piece of furniture and decoration in the room, as well as the room itself, shook violently.

Harry loosened his hands, though keeping them in fists, unclenched his jaw and moved it around a bit to alleviate some of the pain and stiffness that remained from his keeping it in such a tight position for so long. He then opened his eyes only to see several stunned faces looking back at him. They were all, no doubt, wondering what Harry had just done, and how. Though, Harry noticed when he turned and started to pace all about the room that Ernie looked the most stunned. Unlike the others he hadn't been around Harry for years, he wasn't used to strange things, even by wizarding standards, happening wherever he went.

For yet another time in a very short period Harry found himself not caring about something. He couldn't care less about the looks he was now receiving from the others. He could think clearly now that he had finally managed to stop arguing with himself and that was all that mattered. He could now start thinking of what to do next, something he had found himself doing far more often this year than he had ever wanted to.

"What's going on up here!" Ron demanded, panting from having run up the stairs, the scattered wood catching his eye as he entered the room and his stare immediately transferring to Harry; he knew what had happened. "They told ya', didn't they Harry? What happened to Hagrid I mean?"

At Ron's words it was Harry's turn to be stunned. If he knew already, how could he be so calm and speak of it as if it were nothing?

Harry turned to face Ron, fully ready to start yelling at him for not really caring about Hagrid. But when he saw Ron's face and the pain clearly visible in his eyes, he knew that it would a pointless and stupid thing to do.

Harry turned his back on Ron, ashamed for ever thinking that Ron didn't care about Hagrid. Of course he did, and it was an absurd thought to think otherwise.

"How can you be so calm?" Harry said in a whisper, not understanding how Ron could be, though, not intending for anyone to hear him

"I don't know how I can, mate." Ron said, catching Harry's words "I wasn't at first when McGonagall told me what happened. But then, I don't know, I just got that way."

It sounded to Harry like Ron didn't understand it any more than he did and that was probably true. They didn't seem to understand much of anything anymore.

After a few minutes Harry had finally un-balled his fists and had put his wand away. He had not, however, stopped his pacing which he was doing more adamantly than any other moment since he had started. Both Ron and Hermione were now sitting on the bed next to Ginny with their arms wrapped around each other. Ernie had fallen back asleep along with Luna whose glasses had fallen off her slumped over head onto her lap. Neville was still unconscious and Harry still couldn't bear to look at him for long. Then there was Ginny. She was merely sitting quietly watching Harry with mingled sadness and contentment on her face.

"Excuses me sirs and ma'ams." Rang a familiar little, squeaky voice from the door "The Headmistress askdid me to come checks on you. We's heard a terrible racket."

Harry looked up from his feet and to the door where he saw exactly who he expected to. Hopping slowly towards him with every other step to prevent tripping over the oversized maroon sweater he was wearing was a little house elf with large green, lamp-like, eyes. Aside from the sweater, the house elf was also wearing interestingly patterned mismatching socks and a couple of Hermione's home made hats.

"Harry Potter sirs! I can not tell you how happy I am to sees you again." Dobby said as he reached Harry and entered into a low bow "I was most disappointed when I had heard you were nots coming backs to school."

"Hello Dobby," Harry said almost absentmindedly before thinking of something "Why, why are you here Dobby?"

"Does Harry Potter not wishes me to be here? If he does nots I will of course leave at once, sirs." Said Dobby, his face falling

"No, that's not what I meant; it's just that I've never seen you here before."

"I camed with students and the Headmistress, sirs, they brought me heres."

"He's the one who got us out of Hogwarts, Harry." Ginny chimed in "If it weren't for him You-Know-Who would've killed me, Neville, McGonagall, and plenty of others."

"You did Dobby?" Said Harry, amazed at what new things he found out Dobby was capable of every time they met, if it were not for the circumstances he would have been that was.

"Oh yes sirs. The other House Elves dids nots want me to go help. They saids that it was not our job to fight and that we had nots been ordered to go. But I tolds them that we should nots have to be ordered and that Harry Potter would wants us to help, so I dids what I thoughts I should."

"It was incredible it was." Ernie said, launching into an explanation of what they had witnessed, having woken up again only moments before.

According to Ernie, and occasionally Ginny, they and a few others weren't able to get into the tunnel and away before Voldemort found them and Neville attacked him and got hurt. Voldemort and the Death Eaters had then readied their wands and were about to attack when Dobby appeared out of nowhere and conjured up thick white smoke that filled the entire corridor. Naturally, the smoke did not stop the oncoming attack from ensuing and what happened when it did surprised everyone they could see. Every spell and curse Voldemort and his Death Eaters used was instantly deflected directly back at their casters by some sort of magical barrier. And both Ernie and Ginny swore that they saw more than one killing curse be sent back.

Dobby then told them all to hurry down into the tunnel, levitated and took Neville down himself and before long they were crawling out into the basement of Honeydukes along with Tonks who had waited for them.

As for why Luna, Ernie, and Neville were there instead of with their families where they belonged, they explained that as well, though with heavy hearts. Luna's Father was out of the country on business for the Quibbler, and both of Ernie's parents were unable to be reached and were missing. Neville, on the other hand, was not at St. Mungo's with his Grandmother because it had been evacuated when several Dementors had found their way into it, and, his Grandmother was missing as well.

Harry could hardly believe all that had happened in just one night. He felt as if the whole world had just collapsed onto his shoulders and everyone was now looking to him for guidance and help. He knew this wasn't entirely the case, but he couldn't help but feel that every wrong that Voldemort did was his job to correct.

"What we going to do now mate?" Questioned Ron and Harry shook his head; he honestly didn't know what to do

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Ernie said, looking from one to another and continuing without giving them a chance to comment "We have to get as many people together as we can and get the school back. If this really is the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix than they should have plenty of people to help, at least from everything I've heard about them."

Harry admired Ernie's gusto and courage, though he knew that that sort of thing wouldn't work, not just yet anyway. And it was then that Harry realized at least where he had to begin for figuring out what to do.

"It's not that simple Ernie, there's much more to it than just getting a bunch of people together." Hermione said, sitting up straight rather than continuing to lean on Ron as to give herself a better presence when speaking.

"She's right;" Said Harry "There's – other things – that need to be taken care of before we can do that."

"And if we don't take care of those things first we won't really accomplish much, even if we do take back the school." Ron said, understanding perfectly what "things" Harry was referring to.

"But there are still students there, even ones who's parents aren't You-Know-Who's followers, we can't just leave them there." Ernie said, a bit disbelievingly after Harry's speech about protecting the school and its students at the beginning of the term.

"We don't have a choice at the moment." Said Ginny, surprising the other four; she had apparently figured out that if Harry, Ron, and Hermione were saying that it couldn't be done to head their words.

"I need to talk to the Order." Harry said as he made up his mind and turned around and headed for the landing, ignoring the look Ernie was giving him; his resolve returning to him "Ron, Hermione, come on… you too Dobby"

Without the slightest hint of hesitation Ron and Hermione stood up from the bed and followed Harry out of the room with Dobby hopping every other step right behind them.