Chapter Twenty
The Order of the Phoenix
He looked at his watch and then showed it to her, almost angrily. "The dance ended ten minutes ago. They should be back by now. Something wrong happened!" He stormed to the door. "I'm going now, and you can't stop me!"
"Lawrence, no!" Rosalind jumped up, desperate. "Three more seconds!"
He frowned and began to count.
"One..."
The fire flickered...
"Two..."
Began to go out...
"Three!"
Rosalind sighed, and then she and Lawrence were running through the corridors, looking for the professors.
The flames turned blue.
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Lawrence couldn't believe their luck, for they had only gone through three passageways in their search. Dumbledore himself was walking through the north fourth-floor hallway, humming something to himself. "Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Yes, Mr. Bone?" he asked, looking from him to Rosalind and back with a twinkle in his eye. "Is this beauty the reason I didn't see you at the dance tonight?"
"Harry and the others went after You-Know-Who!" he stammered.
The twinkle was gone, instead replaced with a cold fire. "Where are they?" he demanded.
"They went by Floo powder to a place in America at the beginning of the dance, and they aren't back yet," explained Rosalind. "They used a classroom close by."
"Lead the way," demanded Dumbledore, and they ran towards the room.
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"Where are they?" asked Hermione, holding on to Ron to keep her balance from her rough Floo travel. Harry snatched the Marauder's Map from the desk, and scanned it quickly. "It's hard to tell...everyone's coming back from the dance all over the school...."
"Someone's coming!" said Cho, looking over his shoulder and pointing at the map.
Harry looked at the map's copy of the corridor outside, and saw three dots moving towards the room quickly. "It's them - and someone else -"
"You're alive!" Rosalind cheered as soon as she saw them.
"Are you all right?" asked Lawrence carefully.
"Just a little shaken, but we're fine," replied Harry happily.
"Is anyone going to tell us what happened?" demanded Rosalind. "And why is Draco dragging around a sword?"
"I'd be rather careful with that, Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind," said Dumbledore. He stepped into the room and smiled.
There was silence, and then suddenly, ten people all began talking loudly at the same time. "Please, please! One thing at a time!" Dumbledore held up his hands. "Let us go to my office before someone finds us here."
Hermione extinguished the fire, and Harry snatched up the map, before they left the classroom in a big lump and followed Dumbledore to his office.
"Albus!" McGonagall ran out of a side corridor, looking flustered. "Albus, I've got eight missing students, and Matilda and Severus have one of their own each -" She then saw the students. "Oh, I see. Should I leave you to deal with them?"
"That would be most appreciated, Minerva," replied Dumbledore. "I'll be with you shortly afterwards." He turned to the stone griffin. "Bertie Bott's."
The spiral staircase to his office began to ascend, and the students filed on to it, a person a step. Harry was the first inside the office, and entered for his third time.
Fawkes was on his perch, and Harry gave him a greeting, to which Fawkes crooned in reply. The faint snatch of phoenix song reminded Harry of Voldemort's struggle, half a world away. He wondered where the Dark Lord was now.
The nine, who were all new to his office, were looking around in wonder when Dumblefore appeared. He sighed quietly when he saw all the students in his office, but quickly conjured up a long wooden bench for them to sit on. He motioned to it and went behind his own desk, first taking the sword of Slytherin from Draco with him. Harry noticed the Gryffindor sword in its case, which the headmaster placed the new sword next to.
"We brought that back as evidence," explained Draco.
"You know Voldemort's location?" guessed the quick-witted Dumbledore. The students nodded, and he sat down. "I want to know everything that's going on, in relation to the Dark Lord, that you know about, and how you figured it out. Especially," he added, "how Messrs. Potter and Malfoy decided to overcome their differences in the face of a common enemy."
Harry and Draco flashed thin, weak smiles at each other, and then the Gryffindor took a deep breath.
"Well...I guess it all started on the first day of school...."
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Harry spoke to Dumbledore for nearly half and hour, the other students interrupting with their own versions and opinions, at least twice each. Finally, Harry spoke about the Chromo Alethio room, and Dumbledore muttered a "Hmm", his first word since Harry began talking. Soon afterwards, Lawrence finished with "And then we got you," and there was silence.
Finally, the headmaster spoke. "You all demonstrated an incredible amount of initiative, courage, and logic during this entire incident. Each and every one of you also displayed unwavering, genuine loyalty to your self, your friends, and the ones you love." The students all looked at their partner with admiration and respect.
"Harry, when you told Voldemort 'You were wrong', what did you mean?" he continued.
Harry thought about that.
"I'm.I'm not quite sure, sir. It didn't feel like he was telling the truth, but I didn't know what the truth was."
"The truth is, Harry, that one of your biggest defenses is sitting on the bench right next to you." Harry turned to his right, seeing Cho, and turned to the left, seeing Ron. "The thing that Voldemort cannot understand, and therefore cannot conquer, is love. Voldemort can never overcome the love of a friend, the love of a parent, the love of a boy or girlfriend, or husband or wife. In the end, even though he has conquered your mother's sacrifice, he will never be able to conquer her love, or your friends' love for you."
Ginny began to break into tears again, and Neville hugged her.
"Furthermore," Dumbledore continued, "you broke the rules, a few international in scope, exactly when you needed to. I agree that the international standards for dealing with a calamity of this sort are a bit outdated, especially since I had a hand in writing them after Voldemort's downfall." He sighed and looked at a stack of papers on his desk. "Well, Fudge will not want to have to listen to me tell him Voldemort's plans in the States, but desperate times call for desperate measures." He opened a small door in his desk and brought out a yellow cardboard box.
"I daresay Professor Visilio will be wanting some of his extra-strength Floo Powder back, hm?" He smiled.
"Um, sir?" said Harry, suddenly interested. "How much did Visilio and Patursa tell you?"
"Enough to tell me something was wrong, but not enough to take action. And how much did you tell him, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip. "The, um...the same."
Dumbledore laughed. "I think an explanation, and an apology, is in order for our favorite Finnafunga nut." He gave the box of Floo to Rosalind. "Go on, I have some paperwork to do and people to see, thanks to your adventure."
"Thank you, sir," said Harry, and the ten students stood up to go to Visilio's office. Just as they were about to leave, Dumbledore added, mysteriously, "Oh, and be sure to tell him to look in his desk for a certain letter. Professor Patursa has been working overtime for his old friend." He grinned.
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"There you are!" exclaimed Visilio. "I've been wondering where you've been all night. I was playing all the latest hits from America."
"Professor," began Rosalind, "we've got a bit to confess." She filled him on everything about the Dark Lord that he didn't know already know. "We're sorry we took the Floo," she added, "but it had to get done. Here's some more." She presented him with the empty wooden box, and the yellow cardboard one.
"I thought you were acting a little funny," he admitted, opening a desk drawer, "but I was a little involved with the Nogtails game. What's this?"
He pulled out a folded piece of parchment, and read the first lines out loud. "'Matt - Thanks for taking my advice so many years ago, but I think it's time you follow your heart instead of your head. This was easy - I just had to get that old forgetful coach to remember last season, and he was practically begging me to forward this to you. Jimmy.'" Visilio's brow furrowed as he continued silently.
Suddenly, he paled. His eyes became huge, and he started having trouble breathing. "What is it?" asked Ron, concerned.
"WAHOO!" screamed Visilio, and he started jumping around the classroom like a little kid. "Read it, read it!" he shouted, and he tossed the paper at the students.
Llewellyn caught it, and read it aloud from where Visilio had left off:
"'Dear Mr. Matthew Visilio,
'It has come to our attention that you have played reserves for the New York Nogtails during the previous summers. You have proved to be a competent Runner during practices, and were an asset to the team whenever you played professionally. We have finished our process for selecting next year's Nogtails, and would be pleased to have you on our team.'" Llewellyn gasped, and squealed, "Visilio's going to be a Nogtail!"
"Can I have your autograph?" asked Rosalind breathlessly.
Visilio collapsed into a chair, just grinning stupidly. Suddenly, it seemed like a little light went off in his mind. "This means I'm not going to be teaching here next year," he announced.
Harry laughed. "We seem to have that problem every year."
"I have to talk to Jimmy," said Visilio, looking at his watch. He jumped "Flaming Fwoopers, it's past midnight! Get to your dormitories, you hoodlums!" He grinned, and added, just as they were leaving, "Good work, you guys. Just don't leave me out of the loop next time, okay?"
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The next morning, at breakfast, a huge owl dropped a thick roll of parchment into Dumbledore's lap. He unrolled the stack, glanced at it, and stood up. "May I have your attention please." The Great Hall quieted quickly. "Will all fifth-years please proceed to the hallway now for the results of their O.W.L.'s."
Ron gulped, and the fifth-years from the four houses stood up, all feeling more than a little queasy. They stammered into the hallway, and Dumbledore distributed out their individual results on separate sheets of parchment, by alphabetical order.
Llewellyn got hers first, then Hermione, Neville, Draco, Harry, and Rosalind, and then Ron got his last. They crept into a corner of the hall to compare their results.
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "Fourteen!" she squeaked. "Fourteen O.W.L.'s!"
"Tremendous!" congratulated Ron, kissing her on the cheek. "I knew you could do it! I got twelve! What'd you get, Harry?"
"Eleven!" he said happily.
"Me too!" added Draco.
"Twelve!" said Rosalind.
"Ten!" said Llewellyn, shrugging.
"Nine!" said Neville, beaming.
"Great job, everyone," declared Harry, and he went back in to finish breakfast. After all, he had a rather long letter to write to Sirius.
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Finally, it was the last day of school. The trunks were packed, the dorms were cleaned, and the last few hours to be together before summer began saw the ten students all sitting together in the Great Hall.
"I feel so connected to you guys," said Lawrence. "Even though I didn't even see You-Know-Who, I still feel like I went up against him and won."
"We all faced the Dark Lord," said Ginny. "No matter where we were or what we did, we all worked together to track him down. Now it's in Dumbledore's hands to go after him."
"I'm going to miss everyone so much." Llewellyn sniffed and rubbed her already red eyes. "I've never had friends like you before and I don't think I'll ever be closer to anyone, ever." She buried her face into Draco's shoulder.
"What are we going to do when we go back to America?" said Rosalind. "I feel like I'm never going to be whole again without Lawrence and all of you."
"We shared something special that Saturday," said Harry. "Remember how, when we heard that phoenix song, we knew that Voldemort was losing? It gave all of us hope. I think we should call ourselves the Order of the Phoenix, because we all work together to give each other hope, even when things get tough."
"Just as long as we don't have to go around saving people or have secret code names or something cheesy like that," joked Ron.
Harry laughed. "Here it is," said Hermione, back, again, in a book. "The Chromo Alethio room." She showed the entry to the others, but no one felt bothered enough to read the tiny text.
"What does 'Chromo Alethio' mean?" asked Cho.
"It means 'True Color', just like how we showed our true colors that day," answered Hermione, poetic and matter-of-factly at the same time.
"Well, I don't know about you, but the Order of the Phoenix better be going on the train soon if they don't want to spend a lonely summer at Hogwarts while all their stuff is going home," said Neville, getting up from the table.
They stood up, and Llewellyn and Rosalind gave one last parting hug and kiss to their boyfriends.
"Write!" pleaded Llewellyn and Rosalind.
"Oh, come on. We'll visit you. We know how Long-Distance Floo Powder works," replied Lawrence, smiling.
"We'll just stop stealing it," added Draco, and then the girls were gone, to go through the fireplace back to their academy.
The others wandered through the hallways, not wanting to stay, but not wanting to leave. Finally, they left through the front door, and took the horseless carriages to the train. They all took a seat in the furthest-back compartment, and soon, the train began its return to Kings Cross.
As the train entered London, Hermione turned the conversation from their polite small talk. "Where do you think the Dark Lord is?" she asked.
"Wherever he is, we're ready for him. All of us, together," replied Harry.
The train was pulling into Platform 9 and 3/4.
"All of us," they echoed. "Together."
The Order of the Phoenix
He looked at his watch and then showed it to her, almost angrily. "The dance ended ten minutes ago. They should be back by now. Something wrong happened!" He stormed to the door. "I'm going now, and you can't stop me!"
"Lawrence, no!" Rosalind jumped up, desperate. "Three more seconds!"
He frowned and began to count.
"One..."
The fire flickered...
"Two..."
Began to go out...
"Three!"
Rosalind sighed, and then she and Lawrence were running through the corridors, looking for the professors.
The flames turned blue.
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Lawrence couldn't believe their luck, for they had only gone through three passageways in their search. Dumbledore himself was walking through the north fourth-floor hallway, humming something to himself. "Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Yes, Mr. Bone?" he asked, looking from him to Rosalind and back with a twinkle in his eye. "Is this beauty the reason I didn't see you at the dance tonight?"
"Harry and the others went after You-Know-Who!" he stammered.
The twinkle was gone, instead replaced with a cold fire. "Where are they?" he demanded.
"They went by Floo powder to a place in America at the beginning of the dance, and they aren't back yet," explained Rosalind. "They used a classroom close by."
"Lead the way," demanded Dumbledore, and they ran towards the room.
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"Where are they?" asked Hermione, holding on to Ron to keep her balance from her rough Floo travel. Harry snatched the Marauder's Map from the desk, and scanned it quickly. "It's hard to tell...everyone's coming back from the dance all over the school...."
"Someone's coming!" said Cho, looking over his shoulder and pointing at the map.
Harry looked at the map's copy of the corridor outside, and saw three dots moving towards the room quickly. "It's them - and someone else -"
"You're alive!" Rosalind cheered as soon as she saw them.
"Are you all right?" asked Lawrence carefully.
"Just a little shaken, but we're fine," replied Harry happily.
"Is anyone going to tell us what happened?" demanded Rosalind. "And why is Draco dragging around a sword?"
"I'd be rather careful with that, Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind," said Dumbledore. He stepped into the room and smiled.
There was silence, and then suddenly, ten people all began talking loudly at the same time. "Please, please! One thing at a time!" Dumbledore held up his hands. "Let us go to my office before someone finds us here."
Hermione extinguished the fire, and Harry snatched up the map, before they left the classroom in a big lump and followed Dumbledore to his office.
"Albus!" McGonagall ran out of a side corridor, looking flustered. "Albus, I've got eight missing students, and Matilda and Severus have one of their own each -" She then saw the students. "Oh, I see. Should I leave you to deal with them?"
"That would be most appreciated, Minerva," replied Dumbledore. "I'll be with you shortly afterwards." He turned to the stone griffin. "Bertie Bott's."
The spiral staircase to his office began to ascend, and the students filed on to it, a person a step. Harry was the first inside the office, and entered for his third time.
Fawkes was on his perch, and Harry gave him a greeting, to which Fawkes crooned in reply. The faint snatch of phoenix song reminded Harry of Voldemort's struggle, half a world away. He wondered where the Dark Lord was now.
The nine, who were all new to his office, were looking around in wonder when Dumblefore appeared. He sighed quietly when he saw all the students in his office, but quickly conjured up a long wooden bench for them to sit on. He motioned to it and went behind his own desk, first taking the sword of Slytherin from Draco with him. Harry noticed the Gryffindor sword in its case, which the headmaster placed the new sword next to.
"We brought that back as evidence," explained Draco.
"You know Voldemort's location?" guessed the quick-witted Dumbledore. The students nodded, and he sat down. "I want to know everything that's going on, in relation to the Dark Lord, that you know about, and how you figured it out. Especially," he added, "how Messrs. Potter and Malfoy decided to overcome their differences in the face of a common enemy."
Harry and Draco flashed thin, weak smiles at each other, and then the Gryffindor took a deep breath.
"Well...I guess it all started on the first day of school...."
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Harry spoke to Dumbledore for nearly half and hour, the other students interrupting with their own versions and opinions, at least twice each. Finally, Harry spoke about the Chromo Alethio room, and Dumbledore muttered a "Hmm", his first word since Harry began talking. Soon afterwards, Lawrence finished with "And then we got you," and there was silence.
Finally, the headmaster spoke. "You all demonstrated an incredible amount of initiative, courage, and logic during this entire incident. Each and every one of you also displayed unwavering, genuine loyalty to your self, your friends, and the ones you love." The students all looked at their partner with admiration and respect.
"Harry, when you told Voldemort 'You were wrong', what did you mean?" he continued.
Harry thought about that.
"I'm.I'm not quite sure, sir. It didn't feel like he was telling the truth, but I didn't know what the truth was."
"The truth is, Harry, that one of your biggest defenses is sitting on the bench right next to you." Harry turned to his right, seeing Cho, and turned to the left, seeing Ron. "The thing that Voldemort cannot understand, and therefore cannot conquer, is love. Voldemort can never overcome the love of a friend, the love of a parent, the love of a boy or girlfriend, or husband or wife. In the end, even though he has conquered your mother's sacrifice, he will never be able to conquer her love, or your friends' love for you."
Ginny began to break into tears again, and Neville hugged her.
"Furthermore," Dumbledore continued, "you broke the rules, a few international in scope, exactly when you needed to. I agree that the international standards for dealing with a calamity of this sort are a bit outdated, especially since I had a hand in writing them after Voldemort's downfall." He sighed and looked at a stack of papers on his desk. "Well, Fudge will not want to have to listen to me tell him Voldemort's plans in the States, but desperate times call for desperate measures." He opened a small door in his desk and brought out a yellow cardboard box.
"I daresay Professor Visilio will be wanting some of his extra-strength Floo Powder back, hm?" He smiled.
"Um, sir?" said Harry, suddenly interested. "How much did Visilio and Patursa tell you?"
"Enough to tell me something was wrong, but not enough to take action. And how much did you tell him, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip. "The, um...the same."
Dumbledore laughed. "I think an explanation, and an apology, is in order for our favorite Finnafunga nut." He gave the box of Floo to Rosalind. "Go on, I have some paperwork to do and people to see, thanks to your adventure."
"Thank you, sir," said Harry, and the ten students stood up to go to Visilio's office. Just as they were about to leave, Dumbledore added, mysteriously, "Oh, and be sure to tell him to look in his desk for a certain letter. Professor Patursa has been working overtime for his old friend." He grinned.
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"There you are!" exclaimed Visilio. "I've been wondering where you've been all night. I was playing all the latest hits from America."
"Professor," began Rosalind, "we've got a bit to confess." She filled him on everything about the Dark Lord that he didn't know already know. "We're sorry we took the Floo," she added, "but it had to get done. Here's some more." She presented him with the empty wooden box, and the yellow cardboard one.
"I thought you were acting a little funny," he admitted, opening a desk drawer, "but I was a little involved with the Nogtails game. What's this?"
He pulled out a folded piece of parchment, and read the first lines out loud. "'Matt - Thanks for taking my advice so many years ago, but I think it's time you follow your heart instead of your head. This was easy - I just had to get that old forgetful coach to remember last season, and he was practically begging me to forward this to you. Jimmy.'" Visilio's brow furrowed as he continued silently.
Suddenly, he paled. His eyes became huge, and he started having trouble breathing. "What is it?" asked Ron, concerned.
"WAHOO!" screamed Visilio, and he started jumping around the classroom like a little kid. "Read it, read it!" he shouted, and he tossed the paper at the students.
Llewellyn caught it, and read it aloud from where Visilio had left off:
"'Dear Mr. Matthew Visilio,
'It has come to our attention that you have played reserves for the New York Nogtails during the previous summers. You have proved to be a competent Runner during practices, and were an asset to the team whenever you played professionally. We have finished our process for selecting next year's Nogtails, and would be pleased to have you on our team.'" Llewellyn gasped, and squealed, "Visilio's going to be a Nogtail!"
"Can I have your autograph?" asked Rosalind breathlessly.
Visilio collapsed into a chair, just grinning stupidly. Suddenly, it seemed like a little light went off in his mind. "This means I'm not going to be teaching here next year," he announced.
Harry laughed. "We seem to have that problem every year."
"I have to talk to Jimmy," said Visilio, looking at his watch. He jumped "Flaming Fwoopers, it's past midnight! Get to your dormitories, you hoodlums!" He grinned, and added, just as they were leaving, "Good work, you guys. Just don't leave me out of the loop next time, okay?"
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The next morning, at breakfast, a huge owl dropped a thick roll of parchment into Dumbledore's lap. He unrolled the stack, glanced at it, and stood up. "May I have your attention please." The Great Hall quieted quickly. "Will all fifth-years please proceed to the hallway now for the results of their O.W.L.'s."
Ron gulped, and the fifth-years from the four houses stood up, all feeling more than a little queasy. They stammered into the hallway, and Dumbledore distributed out their individual results on separate sheets of parchment, by alphabetical order.
Llewellyn got hers first, then Hermione, Neville, Draco, Harry, and Rosalind, and then Ron got his last. They crept into a corner of the hall to compare their results.
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "Fourteen!" she squeaked. "Fourteen O.W.L.'s!"
"Tremendous!" congratulated Ron, kissing her on the cheek. "I knew you could do it! I got twelve! What'd you get, Harry?"
"Eleven!" he said happily.
"Me too!" added Draco.
"Twelve!" said Rosalind.
"Ten!" said Llewellyn, shrugging.
"Nine!" said Neville, beaming.
"Great job, everyone," declared Harry, and he went back in to finish breakfast. After all, he had a rather long letter to write to Sirius.
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Finally, it was the last day of school. The trunks were packed, the dorms were cleaned, and the last few hours to be together before summer began saw the ten students all sitting together in the Great Hall.
"I feel so connected to you guys," said Lawrence. "Even though I didn't even see You-Know-Who, I still feel like I went up against him and won."
"We all faced the Dark Lord," said Ginny. "No matter where we were or what we did, we all worked together to track him down. Now it's in Dumbledore's hands to go after him."
"I'm going to miss everyone so much." Llewellyn sniffed and rubbed her already red eyes. "I've never had friends like you before and I don't think I'll ever be closer to anyone, ever." She buried her face into Draco's shoulder.
"What are we going to do when we go back to America?" said Rosalind. "I feel like I'm never going to be whole again without Lawrence and all of you."
"We shared something special that Saturday," said Harry. "Remember how, when we heard that phoenix song, we knew that Voldemort was losing? It gave all of us hope. I think we should call ourselves the Order of the Phoenix, because we all work together to give each other hope, even when things get tough."
"Just as long as we don't have to go around saving people or have secret code names or something cheesy like that," joked Ron.
Harry laughed. "Here it is," said Hermione, back, again, in a book. "The Chromo Alethio room." She showed the entry to the others, but no one felt bothered enough to read the tiny text.
"What does 'Chromo Alethio' mean?" asked Cho.
"It means 'True Color', just like how we showed our true colors that day," answered Hermione, poetic and matter-of-factly at the same time.
"Well, I don't know about you, but the Order of the Phoenix better be going on the train soon if they don't want to spend a lonely summer at Hogwarts while all their stuff is going home," said Neville, getting up from the table.
They stood up, and Llewellyn and Rosalind gave one last parting hug and kiss to their boyfriends.
"Write!" pleaded Llewellyn and Rosalind.
"Oh, come on. We'll visit you. We know how Long-Distance Floo Powder works," replied Lawrence, smiling.
"We'll just stop stealing it," added Draco, and then the girls were gone, to go through the fireplace back to their academy.
The others wandered through the hallways, not wanting to stay, but not wanting to leave. Finally, they left through the front door, and took the horseless carriages to the train. They all took a seat in the furthest-back compartment, and soon, the train began its return to Kings Cross.
As the train entered London, Hermione turned the conversation from their polite small talk. "Where do you think the Dark Lord is?" she asked.
"Wherever he is, we're ready for him. All of us, together," replied Harry.
The train was pulling into Platform 9 and 3/4.
"All of us," they echoed. "Together."