AN: I'm not going to bother writing out some stuff, because I'm adding like, 11 - 15 in one drop and I have nothing else left to say. Other than Read and Review and email me because I never get email, except from people trying to sell me life insurance, help me add inches the natural way (funny, that one, because i can't add inches to something I don't have), and my mom. Call your mom, by the way. She misses you.

Ch 15: Accidents happen

Harry found the Floo powder on the hearth and offered the jar to Belldani. She reached in, and grabbed some. Taking a deep breath, she threw her handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and stepped inside, calling out "Albus Dumbledore's office!" Harry and Moody looked at her as she left.

"Albus Dumbledore's office!" Harry repeated and Moody followed.

Harry felt Moody crash into him as he came to a halt in the correct flue this time and stooped slightly to get out. Belldani was standing in front of the desk, looking around.

"Where is he?" she muttered, glancing at Fawkes. "Do you know?" The bookcase against the wall slid down into the floor and Albus Dumbledore strode from his private study.

"Belldani! Harry! Alastor!" he greeted, "How are you? Safe trip?" he waved his hand absently and Harry noticed the soot on his clothes and robes were gone.

"Fine, fine, we're all fine," Moody answered, sitting in a chair near the door. "Kid's got something to tell you, she picked the place." Belldani sat down in a chair near the desk and Harry sat down on the seat next to Fawkes.

"Yes… Moody gave me an idea, actually," she admitted, "The place is perfectly safe and in impressive condition… House elf there, named Zippy. He was a bit surprised to see me, but a good fellow. Keeps the house spotless." Belldani babbled. "Two wings, three floors at least, I don't know what's below ground… Albus, the house the Order's at in London belonged to … to Mr. Black, correct?" Dumbledore nodded, Moody and Harry were watching, intrigued.

"I'm sure that Black had some relatives, somewhere…" Belldani continued, "His cousins were the Lestranges… So someone else is going to come along to claim the house, eventually. Correct?" Dumbledore looked surprised.

"I suppose it's possible," he replied and Belldani fumbled with the diaries still in her arms.

"I… all I've done for the order so far is cause trouble, having to be saved from Tom, screwing up protecting Percy, getting caught by Tom again, Severus was injured because he was saving Percy and I… He passed on at Harry's relatives house, and now I'm imposing on your brother…" Belldani continued, "But I have an offer to make you now. Let the Order relocate to Snape Manor… It's remote and could be fortified quite easily. I'm not sure what sort of security it has to begin with, we stayed inside… There are plenty of rooms for everyone, instead of squeezing into the townhouse in London… and I think Zippy said that there is a ballroom even, you could turn it into a training facility…" Belldani was rambling.

"Are you certain, my dear?" Dumbledore asked kindly, "In the end you may tire of so much intrusion-"

"I have nothing else to give for those who have already helped me so much," Belldani smiled softly, "And if I am to begin teaching Potions after the holidays, I would certainly rest easier knowing the manor is not empty. With people there it will be protected… I can seal Severus' rooms and the rest don't seem to have much of a connection to the family. "

"Wonderful!" Dumbledore smiled, "Alexander will be quite happy to hear he can enter retirement again… I'll alert the Order then, to be ready to move… Harry, I believe that dinner will be served shortly and you may go as well, Alastor. Mrs. Snape and I need to finish this in private." Harry nodded, leaving to go tell Ron. Settling in the chair he had claimed in the Common Room, he waited for Ron to show up. There was something in his robe pocket.

Reaching in, Harry pulled out a letter. It was addressed to Belldani, in handwriting he thought was Percy's.

"How did I get this?" he thought and wondered if he should run it back to her. Ron leaned over the chair then.

"That's Percy's writing," he noticed, "Why'd he write to you, Harry?" Harry turned.

"Hullo there, Ron," he said shortly, "It's not mine, Belldani dropped it and I must've picked it up, though I don't remember when."

"Really?" Ron asked, and reached for it. "Gonna read it?"

"It's not mine, I should give it back," he defended, holding it away. Ron reached again, and Harry twisted further. His robe felt funny.

"Hold on," Harry stood up and looked at his cloak carefully. "This isn't mine," he announced, "My badge is gone."

"Maybe that's how you got Belldani's letter," Ron suggested. "You switched robes on accident." Harry smacked himself in the head.

"Of course! We both put them down in the library - I picked hers up, so she has mine then!" He looked at the letter again. "Good thing I had my wand in my trouser pocket… And she was carrying hers then, so those didn't get mixed up."

"Good thing!" Ron agreed, "You'd have a lousy Transfiguration lesson on Monday with a different wand." Harry sank into the plush chair again, deciding to read the letter.

Belldani,

I really don't mind you telling me about yourself, I suppose we started out on the wrong foot really. I mean… Not to be rude, but how much of me have you seen, if you were watching me in my own flat? I've been rather wondering about that for a while.

I think Mother and Father may be moving back to Ottery St. Catchpole soon, they've heard some talk about Black's other relatives wanting the house here in London. As for me, I'm almost 20 years old, born November 17th. Full name is Percival Opedius Weasley. I'm the third of 7 children - older brothers are Bill and Charlie, younger are Fred and George (the twins), Ron, and Ginny. I was a Gryffindor prefect, Head Boy at school, and worked at the Ministry first in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, then received a promotion last summer to Junior Assistant to the Minister. I'm still getting over the row I had with my parents last summer about the Order and Dumbledore… Really, after I heard about the attack in the Department of Mysteries I was shocked, got so wrapped up in believing what was offical… I'm not doing this right.

I'm a bookworm as well and I read anything - even the Muggle books Father collected. My older brothers were Head Boy and a Quidditch captain respectively. My younger brothers were trouble makers, though Ron seems to be reforming himself a bit. I found myself stuck in the middle - never the baby, but never the first to do something, so I wound up trying to do what Bill and Charlie hadn't - more O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s than either of them had, basically. Something to make my parents proud, I guess. It always seemed like they didn't really notice me growing up. Not as bad as yours did, but I can relate.

"What is he talking about?" Ron fumed and they kept reading.

Do you know what you are going to do with the estate then? I would presume it's quite large and filled with family relics. Do you plan on living there alone? I'm sorry that Snape was the first one to show concern for you - nothing against him, really! He saved our lives and - what I'm trying to say is that people should have noticed you sooner than the end of your 7th year! It's a loss to the Slytherins that they never noticed the smart, beautiful, and extremely brave girl in their midst.

Ron and Harry sniggered. "Do you suppose he fancies her?" Harry snorted.

Well I hope to hear from you soon, Belldani. I don't get many letters that don't have to deal with work… its nice to get mail, isn't it?

Yours,

Percy

Ginny stared as Ron and Harry collapsed in a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" she demanded and took the letter from Harry's hand. Reading it quickly, she scowled at her older brother.

"Really, Ron, I would think better of you, being a prefect and all." Ginny folded the letter and put it in her pocket.

"I have half a mind to mail this back to her and tell her all about the two of you laughing at her private mail - aren't you her friend, Harry?" Ginny snapped, prefect badge shining. She hadn't made mention of it at all, even leaving the badge off until she got to Hogwarts and avoided the prefect car on the train.

"I'm sorry - it's just - "Ron finally managed, clutching his aching side, "It's from Percy! 'It's a loss to the Slytherins that they never noticed the smart, beautiful, graceful, brave, loyal, wonderful, goddess like creature in their midst.' 'Yours, Percy'." Harry snorted again, trying to hold back laughter. It was rather rotten of him to laugh at Belldani's letter, but he really did not believe that made him any less of her friend - besides, it was only Percy, Ron's pompous older brother.