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Chapter 6: Members of the Order
~ FRED ~
Fred, Harry, Hermione, and Amy entered the kitchen with a POP!, now facing a very angry looking Mrs. Weasley.
"Fred — George — whichever one you are, I SAID NO APPARITION IN THE HOUSE! And no allowing side-along apparition either! They're not old enough yet!"
"Sorry, mum. Won't happen again! And by the way, I am Fred." He was laughing along with Amy. Fred knew Harry wouldn't dare get on his mother's bad side; and Hermione was only starting to get on Molly's good side, after she had thought Harry and Hermione had been dating by reading the Daily Prophet. But Amy had known Fred's mother for eight years and was practically family, so she didn't mind winding Molly up.
"Fred, Harry, you two can go sit down at the table. Amelia, Hermione, if you don't mind, I would like you to help with dinner. Oh and Fred, tell Ginny to come in here!" Mrs. Weasley yelled to them as they left the kitchen and entered a frantic dining room. Ron, who normally would have immediately jumped up from the table to speak to his best friend, Harry, had already found himself a seat across from George and Ginny. "Gin, mum wants you." Fred stated dryly while passing his three siblings and making his way towards four empty seats.
He and Harry sat next to each other, leaving the two seats across from them open for Hermione and Amy. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody walked into the room from the entrance hall Kingsley took his seat at the table; Mad-Eye lurked in the corner. The table was set for fourteen: Arthur and Molly at each of the heads, on Arthur's right were Fred, Harry, Sirius, Kingsley, Ginny, and George; on Arthur's left were the empty chairs for Amy and Hermione, followed by Lupin, Mad-Eye's chair, Tonks, and Ron.
There was a loud crash that came from the kitchen, and Ginny reentered the room with her face so red that it matched her hair. She was followed closely by an annoyed Hermione, an agitated Amy, and a confused, yet determined, Molly. Obviously, Fred thought, his mother had asked the three girls to do something together and it had been messed up due their previous argument. Hermione sat next to Lupin, and Amy took the seat across from Fred. He tried to give her a reassuring smile and find out what happened, but she just waved him off.
Molly waved her wand and food appeared on the table. Plates were covered in piles of food, and glasses were filled to the brim. Fred carefully lifted his glass and stood up, wanting to make an announcement. "Excuse me everyone, I have something important to say." Everyone else at the table turned their heads from their conversations. Ron muttered something under his breath, but Molly whacked his arm. "I have an announcement to make about a certain Ms. Pond." Amy blushed, obviously unknowing what it was Fred had to say about her. "From this point forward, Amelia will not be referred to as 'Amelia,' but 'Amy.' I would like to thank Sirius for coming up with this name, and I will thank you all in advance for calling her 'Amy' from now on."
Amy let out a huge sigh, relieved that that was all he has to say. "That's all, thank you." Fred sat back down, but everyone was either staring at him or Amy.
"I hope you don't mind, but I would like to keep calling you Amelia. After all, I've looked after you for the past eight years, and the sudden change in names would be unnatural for me." Tonks looked at Amy over Lupin and Hermione. "That's fine, Tonks."
Everyone sat in a few moments silence.
"Well, Harry, the Ministry is furious with you. I'm surprised you haven't asked anyone what's going on." Sirius said, trying to make conversation.
"I did! I tried asking Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, and Amy, but the said that we're too young to know what's going on in the Order!" Harry sounded furious; Fred had never seen him like this before. "Told him that, did you, Pond?" Mad-Eye's voice trailed in from across the room. "Haven't told him anything worth knowing?"
Harry looked accusingly at Amy, but Hermione mouthed 'Don't' to him before he could say or do anything. Amy looked extremely uncomfortable in this situation, and Fred knew why. Before Amy could respond to Mad-Eye's questions, Ginny stood up and shouted from the other side of the table:
"Amy is part of the Order and knows all of their secrets!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, George all now looked at Amy. Amy was now as re as Ginny was when she first entered the room. "Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Fred had never heard his father yell like that before. Fred was about to run over to his only sister when a gentle hand was placed upon his wrist. He turned his head to see Amy looking at him; they both looked at each other with concern. 'It's okay,' she mouthed to him. "Harry, Ginny's right, I am part of the Order. I joined at the end of June; right after we knew that You-Know-Who was back."
"Wait a minute! How come Amy's in the Order? She's only 15!" George stood up and yelled across the table. "Fred and are 17 and you won't even tell us what's going on!"
"What I wanna know is how Ginny knew about Amy being in the Order!" Ron was also standing now.
"Obviously, Ronald, Ginny knew because Amy has been her best friend for eight years. Apparently you and George weren't close enough to Amy to know anything about her!" Hermione bellowed from Fred's end of the table, standing and facing Ron. Fred knew that Hermione was defending Amy for more than being part of the Order. Fred looked over towards Amy again, but Harry beat Fred to it. "Look! Everyone just sit down and let Amy explain herself!" Everyone that was standing now sat back down and looked in Amy's direction, but she was gone.
While everyone was looking around Grimmauld Place for Amy, Fred made his way to Amy's bedroom, but it was already established that she was not there. He sat on her bed and looked around her room. He looked over at Amy's pillow and reached behind it, pulling out a note in Amy's handwriting. It wrote: 'You know where to find me.' At that, Fred turned on the spot and disapparated.
He appeared outside. It was cold, dark, but he knew where he was. Amy had brought him, George, Ron, and Ginny here only once before when he was fifteen years old. As he walked through the garden,he let his thoughts cloud his mind. Amy had always spent more time with Ginny, Ron, him, and George than his older brothers. She always told them that they were 'her four favorite Weasley's.' But she spent most of her time alone with Ginny and Ron. Probably, Fred thought, because she didn't get enough girl-time when she was hanging out with the Weasley's.
Fred made his way to the front door: it was locked. "Alohomora!" he whispered. He opened the door, looked around the entrance hall, and made his way up the stairs to the second floor. He began thinking again: Amy never referred to him and his twin as 'Fred and George.' Fred smiled to himself at this thought. She had always been able to tell them apart, ever since the day they met. Whenever he asked her, she would refuse to tell Fred how she knew to tell them apart. This thought warmed Fred from the cold outside. Amy was one of the only two, maybe three, people that could tell the twins apart, and his parents were not the other two.
Harry, Fred knew, had always been able to tell them apart, just like Amy; and Hermione always seemed to have a grasp on who was who, but Fred wasn't sure if she knew exactly how to tell the difference. Fred, now on the second floor landing, walked around the stairs, yet still holding onto the railing. He made his way to the door at the end of the hallway on the right and knocked gently. "Come in," said a hushed voice from the room. Fred opened the door to reveal Amy sitting on a bed that was much too small for her. On desks surrounding the room, there were many drawings and self-made figures of the same two people: 8-year-old Amelia Pond, and her imaginary friend, The Doctor. Fred picked up one of the drawings and looked at it, captivated.
"Do you remember the first day we met, Fred?" Amy broke the silence. Fred put the picture back down on the desk turned towards Amy, leaning on the desk. "Of course I do, Amy. What kind of friend would I be if I forgot?"
She smiled at him and then joined him next to the desk. "Do you remember the very first thing that you said to me?" Fred's smile grew even larger. "The very first thing that I said to you was: 'Well hello there, Amelia Pond. Are you any good at Quidditch? My brother, George, and I are the best! Speaking of George, he and I are identical twins and you probably won't be able to tell us apart!' Actually, I think that's the only thing I said to you that day." Amy's smile faded away.
"Yeah. It was the only thing you said to me." Amy walked to the window on the opposite side of the room. "Do you remember? Do you remember what happened after you said that to me?" Fred's smile went away the moment Amy left his side, and it turned to a frown as soon as she uttered those words: he did remember what happened. "Yeah, I uh..." He didn't want to say it, because he knew what was coming next. "Ginny walked up to us and told you to get the hell away from me. She said you were bad luck and that she knew everything about you. I was really surprised when she said that, she was only six years old."
"Do you think I'm bad luck? I mean I've messed so many things up in the past: Tonks, your family. I don't want to do anything wrong to mess up whatever Harry is supposed to do and—" Fred cut her off.
"Amy, you could never mess anything up. Especially Harry. And what do you mean 'Tonks and my family?' How did you mess those up?"
"I took Tonks from her education. She was fourteen when she became my guardian and she didn't even get to finish her third year at Hogwarts. Your family: I split up you, George, Ron, and Ginny just now. Just because of some stupid story I believe from when I was a kid."
"Amelia Jessica Pond. You did not split up my family and you definitely did not mess up Tonks' education. She got private lessons from Mad-Eye growing up, and you know that she wouldn't have it any other way." Fred now stood in front of Amy with a serious look plastered across his face. Amy was looking back at him, but Fred could not tell what was in her eyes.
"Fred—"
"No, Amy! You are an amazing person, an amazing witch, and the most brilliant person I have ever met! You didn't mess up my family, you didn't mess up Tonks' education, and you won't mess up Harry's life! I know you're keeping secrets from Harry — dangerous secrets — ones that could get you both killed. One of them is that you're in the Order, and he found out tonight. But that doesn't matter because that is not the worst thing that is in store for Harry Potter." Fred was now towering over Amy, only inches from her. He hadn't realized how much taller he was until this moment.
They stared into each other's eyes for many minutes in mere silence. Amy was the first to turn away. She walked towards the hallway, and stopped in the doorframe. "I think we should head back to Grimmauld Place, don't you? People might be looking us." She left Fred's sight and he heard he descend down the stairs. He hurried after and met her as she was walking through the garden of her old house in Leadworth. "Amy? You aren't going to walk all the way to Grimmauld Place, are you? Because that would take about two days."
"I'm not walking there, Fred, I'm just going for a walk. People do that sometimes, did you know?" She responded sarcastically. Fred could see a small smile spread across her face, and one appeared upon his face as well. They walked through the streets of Leadworth for fifteen minutes before returning to Grimmauld Place with a POP! As soon as they apparated into Amy's bedroom, they noticed they weren't alone. There they were, five teenagers, sitting on Amy's bed; staring at the piece of paper that led Fred to Leadworth.
"Amy!" Ginny, Ron, and George jumped off of the bed and pulled Amy into a group hug. Fred backed away towards Harry and Hermione, and they spoke in whispers as his siblings reunited with Amy.
"What happened while we were gone? And why are they so happy to see her?"
"They've known her for eight years, Fred. They're too smart to let a little argument get in between their long friendship." Hermione answered. "Where did you two go anyway? The note wasn't very descriptive."
"Then maybe she doesn't want us to know, Hermione." Harry chimed in. If the note didn't specifically say 'Meet me here,' then she probably doesn't want anyone else to know. The note must have been left for Fred to find, and Fred alone."
"Amy, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have yelled that out in front of everyone. I shouldn't have yelled that out at all, actually. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" Ginny was pleading for Amy's forgiveness loudly in Amy's tiny bedroom, it was hard not to hear her.
"Ginny, I told you it's fine. Everyone was going to find out sooner or later. George, Ron, Harry, Hermione. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it was a big risk for me to even join. Telling non-members of the Order about me being a part of it...I can't even explain how dangerous that is."
"Well, mum is gonna be relieved to see you. She's been worried sick about you—" Ron was cut off.
"Mum was worried about me! How thoughtful of her! I sure you were all wondering where I was?" Fred sounded enthusiastic, yet sarcastic.
"Actually," started George, "Mum was worried about Amy, Fred. Not you. She was just mad at you. What were her exact words Gin?"
"I believe they were," Ginny cleared her throat and began her speak in her best impression of her mother, "'I don't know here he's got to! Probably out searching for Amy! Oh, he doesn't know how dangerous that is! Trying to search for a member of the Order that doesn't want to be found!' Then she started mumbling about how worried she was about not knowing where Amy went. It was pretty funny actually."
The seven of them laughed and head back down to the dining room. After many accusations, Fred and Amy, with help from the Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, and Ginny, warded everyone else off.
"So, Harry, now that you know about Amelia being a part of the Order, how do you feel about joining?" Tonks was the first to speak after all of the raucous. "I completely agree Tonks, I think Harry would make a wonderful addition to the Order!" Sirius clapped Harry on the back. "NO! Harry will not join the Order! He's too young!" Molly was yelling across the table. "He has absolutely no business becoming a part of it!"
"Molly, it's all about him, though, isn't it? I believe he has a right to know everything." Remus spoke for the first time since Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place. "I want to join! I want to know everything! I want to know why the Ministry is against me and why I need a trial in the first place!" Harry yelled over to Molly, who scowled back at Harry; something Fred had never seen his mother do towards Harry.
"Fine! Tell Harry about the Order! Why don't you tell Fred, and George as well! They're seventeen! But I want Ron, Hermione, and Ginny upstairs now!" Molly yelled across the table.
"Mrs. Weasley, with all respect, I think Ron and Hermione should stay. I'm going to tell them everything anyway, it's easier if they hear it from everyone then me retelling it later." Harry kept his voice steady.
"Alright. Ginny you come with me. It's bed for you." Molly stood up and took Ginny by the arm, dragging her past Kingsley, Sirius, Harry, and finally Fred. Before Molly could get Ginny out of the room, Ginny managed to get over to Amy and whisper something in her ear.
As soon as Molly and Ginny were out of earshot, Fred asked across the table to Amy, "What's up? What does she want?" Amy smiled over at Fred. "She wants to know everything."
"Harry, where should we start? What do you want to know first?" Sirius spoke excitedly to his godson next to him.
"Well, Sirius, first I'd like to start with Amy."
"What do you want to know, Harry?" Amy looked towards Harry.
"Everything."
