Author's Note!

I hope you liked that dream in the last chapter. It was originally much more graphic, but I took out a

lot for reasons. Hehe. The Katherine and Harry thing will escalate into a lot more very soon, and even

though Katherine says she doesn't like him– ya never know...

Since it is only the third day of school, and there has been about five chapters for those three days,

I'm going to pull away from the plot for a while so that the months start rolling by. And now–Chapter

16!!

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The Order is in Order

Harry awoke in the early morning, around seven o'clock or so. Ginny still had her head on

Harry's chest and sleeping peacefully.

Were they are continuing their classes today? Harry rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on

which were next to the wall. He looked around. Some students had awoken and sat up also. Harry

looked further down to where the teacher's table would have been. Dumbledore stood there with a

billowing cloak on and a magnificent wizard's hat with stars and moons embedded on them. He was

talking to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were part of the Order.

"Harry?" Ginny said sleepily behind him. Harry laid back down at smiled at her. She was

stretching and yawning.

"Yes?" he asked. Ginny looked up at him and smiled. She burrowed his head into a

comfortable position near his shoulder.

"Hold me," she said simply. Harry held one of her hands that was underneath the sleeping

bag and put an arm around her back.

Katherine had woken up directly diagonally from him. She also looked around and then looked

straight at Harry. He smiled, but she just rolled her eyes shook her head. She tried to wake Mark up.

There was no sun shining through the Great Hall because there were no windows, so it was

slightly dimmed in the Hall without half the candles burning.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Harry asked Ginny and began to stroke her back.

"Oh, yes... no dreams. I've always tried to have lucid dreaming but it is very hard to

accomplish."

"Lucid dreaming?" Harry asked.

"Yeah! Haven't you heard of it? It's when you have a dream which you can control. If you

want a monkey to show up, then it will. If you want to make out with someone, you will. It isn't

controlled by the dream... it's controlled by you," Ginny explained.

"Interesting. I wonder if were going to school today?" Harry said in a question-like way.

"Oh, I dunno," Ginny said lazily as she brought her hand, the one that was holding Harry's, up

to his stomach and began rubbing it. Hermione woke up beside them and saw that Ron was asleep, so

she turned to Harry and Ginny and began to giggle.

"Aww! Oh my God, that is sooo cute!" she squealed. Ginny laughed.

"Oh lord, Hermione," Harry said.

"Erg, if we don't go to school, I will be pissed. I was looking forward to Muggle Studies today!"

Hermione said as she reached for her socks against the wall.

"I don't want to go to school at all!" Ginny said. "At least not today!"

"I agree... it's much to fun lying here," Harry said and then lowered his voice to whisper to

Ginny, "in the Great Hall with someone you love."

Harry could feel her grin. She sure rewarded him for that comment as she reached a hand

underneath his shirt. It was in a very teasingly way.

"Get a room you two," Hermione ridiculed as she saw them. She then check her watch.

"My God! It's already nine o'clock! I'm missing Muggle Studies!" Hermione groaned and

propped herself back down on the sleeping bag, looking very angry.

Harry didn't care about Hermione's tempestuous remarks though, because Ginny had both of

her hands up Harry's shirt, and seemed to be pulling it up almost.

"You know how to tease a guy, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes, my expertise. And why not do that when your with a guy like you? Your everything I

need in life, Mr. Potter," she said.

Harry panicked all of a sudden. Everything she needed in life? Did that mean that she only

cared about him? Why was she rubbing his chest, underneath his shirt? Oh shit Harry Potter.

"No Ginny..." he said quietly pulling the hands of his girlfriend from underneath his shirt.

"Was it something I said?" she said, looking torn.

"No... well yes– No. It wasn't. But we agreed to take things slow right? I mean it will save up

all the affection we have for each other so that one day, it can explode, right?"

Ginny nodded without looking at him. She turned away from him and began talking to

Hermione. Harry hoped he had not just screwed up again. What was he so afraid of? He knew. They

had been dating for only one week and so many things had happened. This wasn't right. Just take it

slow like Fred and George said and you'll be fine.

Many of the students had woken up by an hour later. Dumbledore made his voice louder and

began to speak.

"Students," he said and about ten people shot up screaming. They had still been sleeping.

"Yesterday night, we told you that Professor Umbridge has vanished from her office. We are trying to

find where she is."

Harry suspected they might try and search The Ministry of Magic.

"This is the betrayal in the Ministry that some of you might have heard about. She is a Death

Eater with Lord Voldemort."

People gasped and looked at each other. How could a Death Eater be right under their noses

for TWO years!?

"You will have the rest of the day off, because I have urgent business to attend to upstairs.

Another note, all Quidditch teams should make sure to be in their Quidditch classes on Friday. The

Stadium is done. You can find it outside with an enlarged field, almost as big as Hogwart's was. The

bottom floor of the school is still off-limits," Dumbledore concluded and paced off through a door

followed by Snape and McGonagall.

"If everyone would kindly stand up, gather your posessions, I will remove the sleeping bages,"

Flitwick said and everyone followed his commands. Ginny was not talking to Harry, but heavily

conversing with Hermione. Ron walked slowly to Harry.

"Hey," he said weakly, clutching his stomach. "My stomach hurts."

"Probably from barfing so much," Harry said, helping Ron up.

Flitwick muttered a charm and every sleeping bag disappeared from the room. The Great Hall

doors also opened.

"I want to go to the restaurant. We all need to discuss what happened," Ron said.

"Okay, okay," Harry began and wove around lingering people to get to her. He tapped her on

the shoulder.

"Were going to the restaurant, me, you, and Ron, to discuss what happened to him. He's lost

his memory," he whispered in her ear as Ginny looked suspicious.

"Good. I will meet you up there in ten. Should I bring Ginny?"

"No," Harry said sternly. "Just us three." Hermione nodded. He went back over to Ron who

was sweating very badly.

"Do you need to go back to Madam Promfrey?" Harry asked him, concerned.

Ron shook his head. "No... she said this would happen. Just stay off my feet. We need to get

to the restaurant, now."

They walked off to the doors when someone grabbed his shirt collar. He turned around and

saw Katherine.

"Go ahead, Ron... I'll be right there." Ron exited the room. "Yes, Katherine?"

"Why did you tell me that you didn't like me?" she asked.

"There is a reason that I cannot tell you," Harry said. "It's no big deal."

"Well, okay– have fun for the rest of the day Harry," she nodded and high-tailed it over to

Mark, who was talking to Hermione.

Harry caught up with Ron outside and escorted him to the restaurant where they got seats in

a booth.

"Can I take your order?" an old witch asked.

"Umm, yes– I will have a coffee and a hashbrown cake," Harry said, examining the menu.

"I'll have some orange juice... but can you come back? The other person who is with us hasn't

arrived yet."

"Sure thing, hon," the witch said and departed from their table while writing down their

choices for breakfast.

Hermione appeared almost as soon as the lady had left.

"Okay... I'm here. It took convincing to get Ginny to go away. Where's the waitress?" she

asked.

"She just left," Ron laughed.

"Well, when she comes back, I'll order. Until then, Ron, we need to get you caught up one

what happened... Do you remember when we broke up?" Hermione said, as if she had the whole

conversation written down. Ron nodded in response. "Well, I went down to that bar over there," she

pointed, "and found Harry sitting there."

"We started talking and then Hermione ended up kissing me," Harry continued. Hermione

looked at him, as if she was offended.

"Excuse me? You kissed me!"

"No I did not! You advanced on me!" Harry accused.

"Whatever. I'll continue, thank you very much. Anyhow, you saw HARRY kissing me and then

ran off. We both followed you. You went into the elevator and had traveled to the bottom floor where

you hid from us in a corner. As we approached, you entered a door that was there. The room was

called 13A and it is a place where all the files of people have died go. It also tells who or what killed

them. Then, Umbridge came up and spoiled your discovery and gave you two weeks detention."

Ron nodded. "Yeah.. Yeah– continue."

"Anyhow," Harry said, so that Hermione could order food as the waitress came back, "the

three of us thought that if Sirius did not kill anyone that night, then Wormtail's name would be all over

the files of the twelve dead wizards... not the Muggle. But you see, all the files have to be reviewed by

the Minister of Magic, and if they were, he would have noticed that Sirius was not the killer, and Sirius

would not have suffered anything that happened to him. Cornelius Fudge took a hiatus that year to

fight Voldemort and Professor Umbridge became the new Minister of Magic–"

"More like Mistress of Magic Harry," Hermione said when she finished ordering. "We think she

framed Sirius. Anyhow, when we got to school, you served detentions with Umbridge, on which she

did the Cruciatus Curse on you for punching Malfoy in the nose. She did it to you twice and you were

bleeding and throwing up everywhere."

"That's it then? That's what she did to me?" Ron asked in a rage. "That stupid bitch! If I ever

find her, I'll kill her! It hurts! You have NO idea!"

"I do," Harry said meekly. "I know what you had to go through. It's not a joke. You could

have been permanently hurt."

"Last night, Dumbledore talked to Fudge, but what about?" Hermione asked. The waitress

came to their table and gave each of them their food. Harry took a bite out of his delectable

hashbrown cake.

"I have no idea, Hermione," Ron answered. "Maybe they are going to attack!"

"We would still be down in the Great Hall," Hermione corrected. "Plus, we don't have enough

evidence," she said while she put a spoon full of scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"Maybe he has told Fudge to get all of the Order together," Harry commented.

"That probably is what he did. And if he did so... then the Order is definitely in order again,"

Hermione said.

They enjoyed the rest of their breakfast, talking about more than last nights events. They

were planning on visiting Fred and George again. It would clearly be a good idea because they had a

whole DAY without classes! Harry thought that he would mend things up with Ginny and hang around

the common room. Hermione was, of course, going to spend time with Mark, but it seemed she was

with Ron more than anyone else. Ron was going to be lazy, maybe spend the whole day with his

brothers.

The three of them wondered one thing though– when were their trips to Diagon Alley be?

They had money to burn!