[A/N]: It's hereeeeee!!!!...YAY!...I know I'm evil and that it was a horrible cliffie but I thought the chapter wasn't all that good…battle scenes just aren't my thing…and it was really late on a Sunday night…I had homework and school…ugh…anywho…enough of my ranting…here it is!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! I MAKE NOTHING! I CLAIM NOTHING!!!...all that is credited to J.K. ROWLING…
--------CHAPTER 7: Anger, Talks and Letters---------
Harry was seething mad, anger was radiating from him and those close shrank in fear. Harry grabbed a stone off the ground, muttered a few choice words with the stone in the palm of his hand. Pushing the now Portkey into Hermione's hand, he waited until she disappeared to Hogwarts' infirmary. How the hell can they put a fifteen year old girl in the middle of battle? Only two days ago they met at Diagon Alley, there was a slightly visible change in her physical condition but she was NOT ready for war! A thorn in Harry's side was right. The Order was going about preparing for Voldermort in all the wrong ways. This is one of the main reasons Harry had begun the plan to re-start Merlin's order, thereby training a select few individuals and honing their skills making them better able to handle situations like this. Only after at least five months of intense training should anyone consider sending someone like Hermione into battle, then and only then.
Harry made his way towards where Dumbledore, the only Order member there without his hood up, where talking.
"Albus Dumbledore!" Albus' wand came out as did all of the others. Harry sighed wearily, he was not in the mood to swat away Order members, and he still had to write more letters similar to the one he had sent Draco. It was now that Harry caught the interested looks he was getting from Albus. He could probably see Harry's aura.
"What were you thinking when you thought a fifteen year-old witch would help you in battle?" Dumbledore looked confusedly at Harry, so did the others Harry could tell even with there hoods up.
"I'm talking about why Hermione Granger was severely wounded and if it hadn't had been for me she would have died?"
Now Dumbledore looked thoroughly alarmed.
"Miss Granger was asked to join the research team this summer, and also to keep an eye out on Harry Potter. She was under orders from her commanding officer to stay on Hogwarts grounds unless told by him …I have no idea as to why she would be out here"
'Merlin,' he thought, 'not another one!'
'You said my name Harry?' Merlin answered back, 'You need something? I'm not your guide you know, but I'm happy to help!'
Harry scowled; he was really getting frustrated,
'Calm down Harry, don't break the town!' Merlin replied and left his head.
Several deep breaths later, Harry was ready to get back to the matter at hand, "Do you not think that it is possibly another Wormtail?"
Harry watched as a dawning of understanding crossed Dumbledore's face.
"Thank you very much, we are in your debt" Dumbledore's eyes had that blasted twinkle in them again…He knew. And he was unknowingly breaking one of the Laws by not telling what he knew.
Harry explained for the wizards who were not as bright as Dumbledore and Snape, he noticed, who was behind Albus.
"If Granger's commanding officer told her that she was needed in battle and she was killed, not only would it be one very promising light witch gone, but a close friend and confident of Harry Potter's…she was also muggle-born, another reason to have her dead" Now all of them had that dawning of understanding.
*~*~*~*[A/N]: I was going to end it here but a) you all would kill me b) it would be far too short again and c) the story would take far too long to get anywhere good *~*~*~*~*
Harry appeared with a 'pop' in his sickeningly white room. Waving his hand in disgust at the walls, the white became a scarlet red and midnight blue. Much better. Now, on to those letters…
'Blaise Zabini,' He began.
'I am aware that you are a Slytherin prefect, and top of your house year in potions…I have a proposition that you may find appealing. I would like you to join a group of select individuals whom all have special talents like your skills in potions making. Using your skills and some invaluable ones I will teach you, we will weaken the Dark Lords hold on Wizarding society. All I ask is that you meet me at the portrait of the Drunk Monk of the third floor corridor the first Sunday after school begins…come alone'
While more formal than Draco's, it also asked her to come on Sunday, with the others. Harry needed Draco to come on Saturday, some things needed to be planned meticulously and in secret from the rest. For Draco and the other's protection. Harry chose at least one, sometimes two, members from each house each with specific skills that could be honed and perfected…and can be very useful to Harry.
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Blaise Zabini was riding her prize thorough bred horse, Branwen through her father's Welsh estate's fields. The black mare (a/n: I know nothing about horses so don't rag on me)
Flicked her mane and responding to Blaise's urging, slowed to a halt. Blaise ran a hand through her dark brown hair as she watched an unfamiliar snowy owl drop a letter on the ground next to her as Blaise failed to catch it, she was no seeker. She hopped off Branwen and picked it up. Her name was written in unfamiliar ink and handwriting. Blaise, although suspicious, was dead curious. Weighing the possibilities in her head, she let curiosity win her over and opened the note-
'Blaise Zabini,' it began,
'I am aware that you are a Slytherin prefect,'
"How did he know?" Blaise had only received word two weeks ago.
'-and top of your house and year in potions…' That was also true. Blaise prided herself on being able to get out of anything with her head of house by bringing up potions.
'…I have a proposition that you may find appealing. I would like you to join a group of select individuals whom all have special talents like your skills in potions making. Using your skills and some invaluable ones that I will teach you, we will weaken the Dark Lord's hold on Wizarding society. All I ask is that you meet me at the portrait of the Drunk Monk of the third floor corridor the first Sunday after school begins…come alone'
Whoever this guy was…he knew Slytherins. Blaise wasn't much of a puritist as the other Slytherins, she would side with what she believed in. Although she wasn't sure which side that was, right now it was against Voldermort. This guy could offer her more than the Dark Lord could. Blaise decided she would go to this meeting; after all, it was only one meeting.
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All over Great Britain; Susan Bones, Hufflepuff prefect and top of Care of Magical Creatures received her letter. Cho Chang, Ravenclaw prefect and black belt in karate got one too.
As did Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor, top three in his class in herbology.
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'Ginny-All letters sent. We'll find out how it goes on Saturday and Sunday.'
Ginny smiled down at the letter. It was a devious little smile, worthy of a Slytherin. The plan was going smoothly. Soon the Order would be back, and the Balance back.
-------------------End Chapter7-------------------
[A/N]: that wasn't so bad was it? It was a decent ending…no cliffies…what did you think?
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