A/N Thank you to my reviewers, bookish ravenclaw and Spatula Chick. I'm glad you liked it! I don't have many things to say, just that I own nothing except the plot and my OC's.. JK owns everything else. I'm going on vacation soon, so depending on whether or not I finish the next chapter, you might get another one but then you'll have to wait two weeks because I'll be gone camping. The chapters are going to be much longer, it's just that I had to make the first chapter broken up so that I'd have more 'advertisement' in the beginning. Right. Well, that's all I have to say and please REVIEW!!!!!!!!

"Ah, Miss Fairweather, pleased to see you could come," Mr. Weasley greeted her as she entered the House of Black. The late Mrs. Black's screeching could be heard around the corner, and footsteps thundering madly from room to room were followed by silence. Petra smiled; she'd rung the doorbell. This happened every time, and she found it somewhat amusing. The only thing she'd find amusing in this house however, she thought.

Petra had been shocked when she had learned the truth and the whole story about Sirius Black. It wasn't that she still believed him to be a murderer, she'd seen Pettigrew with her own eyes, and Black had fascinated her, it was just the fact that they still.. Used his house. After he was dead. It was morbid, that's what. Petra always got the chills here.

"Your father couldn't come?" Mr. Weasley asked her as he walked with her into a large room. Petra shook her head no. He was still on a mission. It was just as well, now he would be able to stop her from saying what she wanted to.

They had entered a room full of comfy chairs and couches, which were half- full with people. Petra recognised many of them, either from the other meetings or from schools. There were some, she didn't know; newcomers, she assumed.

There were several people she knew quite well. Remus, Mrs. Weasley ( the Weasleys lived at 12 Grimmauld Place as did Remus), Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Mundungus Fletcher, Tonks, and Mad- Eye Moody were at practically every meeting, and they were in charge.

Petra grinned as she spotted her two friends from school. Anne-Marie Hepburn was her best friend and fellow Ravenclaw and, she blushed slightly when he grinned at her, Andrew Fossil, Keeper extraordinaire. They were the only one's in the DA that hadn't finished their schooling, but were being given lessons by Remus Lupin every Saturday nights to keep up.

They were an odd group, the three of them. Petra and Anne-Marie, although best friends, seemed to clash in their entirety. Petra, who had long layered black hair, looked somewhat dark next to Anne-Marie, whose chin- length blonde hair caught every light in the room. Her blue eyes, that always seemed to twinkle merrily, made Petra's grey and Andrew's hazel seem dull. Andrew seemed to even everything out, balancing the two others with brown hair, and freckles. None of them seemed to notice their differences however, and they were as good friends as anyone could be.

Indeed, it was with a sad tone of voice that people told them that they reminded them of the legendary Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Petra hoped that they wouldn't ever have to be separated from each other like The Trio had been.

With a clear of his throat, Mr. Weasley began an introduction for the meeting, congratulating those that had been delivering wands to witches and wizards this past week. Anne-Marie and Andrew both elbowed her at this, and she whispered at them to shut up.

".... So, finishing up, does anybody have anything else to say?"

Petra took a deep breath. She could convince them all right now. She had to. Courage from Gryffindor she didn't have, but she had hate, and a temper, and that was all she needed.

"I do."

" Ah! Yes, Petra, what is it?" Mr. Weasley asked cheerfully, although his smile faded a little.

" I contacted the DA about this already. So I'm sure most of you already know. But for those of you who don't, the Austens and MacMillans were found and killed four days ago."

There was a general outcry from the group. Apparently, many of them hadn't known.

" Weasley! Why didn't you say something!"

" I don't know what you call it, but I call it news!" said a little old witch in the corner.

"Please. Silence. I was going to tell you later. I never expected Petra to say something so soon," he explained, holding his hands up.

" Wait. There's more. I need to say something else. I think that we didn't clearly think through how easy the Muggle-Borns would be to find when we hid them. In wizarding homes? Please, it won't work. The places are too easy, too obvious! We need to hide them somewhere else."

"Hear, hear," agreed Andrew.

The rest simply looked at her. An awkward silence left little else to distract her from the feeling that she'd been a huge idiot. And what? Had she really thought they would all...

" And how are we going to hide them all over again? It would be too-" Neville began to say.

" The girl's right," growled Moody.

" But it's impossible to re-hide them! Every Death Eater in the country is looking for them now!" Neville said.

" It most certainly isn't, " said Remus. " They were looking for them before as well. It's no different. But I think that we must plan carefully. Take our time, this time. We should first of all-"

" It can't really wait!" said Petra.

" Your only fault has always been that you rush into things too quickly, you devise a plan so fast, you fail to see the conclusion. How you ever were put into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor, I'll never know," said the only Slytherin of their group.

She saw red. Who did he think he was, telling her this! She was a Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat had put her there.

" Who do you think-"

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.

"Ahem! I believe-"

" We should hide them with the Muggles," said Luna. '

"Exactly," said Petra with a firm nod of her head. " Now listen to me, Bole- "

" I believe-"

" They'd find them there, too!"

" If I could just-"

" But not if we-"

" And you Slytherins!"

" WOULD YOU ALL BE QUIET!!!" Mr. Weasley's magically magnified voice yelled. They all fell silent.

" Filth! Creatures from hell! Get out of my house, you scum!" Mrs. Black began to scream.

" I hate it when she does that, " grumbled Moody. He limped out of the room as fast as he could.

" Quietus," muttered Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Black continued to screech at them, and they heard Moody yell, " Be quiet, woman!" She ignored him.

" As I wanted to say beforehand, I believe that, with the necessary precautions, that we should indeed try to find new locations. And I agree with Luna, we should hide them with the Muggles, " Mr. Weasley was finally able to say.

" They'll just as easily find them there," Neville said.

" Not if we do Fidelius," said Tonks. Petra couldn't help but notice, that Remus looked at her with a sort of mad pride when she said that. She smirked a little. The rumors she'd heard about them....

" Yes, that would work."

"It's a brilliant idea," said Remus.

" Splendid," agreed Anne-Marie.

" How would we pull that off?" said Andrew exasperatedly. Petra knew why; he had never liked arguing. A true Hufflepuff indeed.

" We're going to need those qualified to do it," said Mr. Weasley.

" And a whole lot of luck," added Neville.

" Yes, that too. But I think that luck's on our side, for this. We'll need to owl all those capable of doing this charm... make sure they wouldn't turn us in. Molly? We have a list of them, don't we?" Mr. Weasley asked his wife. She nodded her head.

" Yes Arthur. I'll go get it now, " she replied and rose from her chair.

Petra watched her go fondly. She truly loved Mrs. Weasley. For all her nagging, and caring, and worrying that she spent on all of them. She would love to be the one to help give her back her children.

The return of Moody was the same of Mrs. Weasley's'.

" We're doing Fidelius, Moody!" Tonks said cheerfully. She appeared quite pleased with herself. Moody merely grunted.

" Well, as you all know, there are certain witches and wizards that have been approved to do Fidelius by the Ministry. Let's see. Ah, yes. Remus, Ronald Weasley.... well, we can count on them certainly. Also it says- oh these lists must be old, Dumbledore's still on them- Mundungus Fletcher, John Prewett, Hope Harrington and, ah yes, Draco Malfoy," Mr. Weasley read.

" We can't use him, " said Molly quickly.

" Of course not," he agreed, and scratched Draco's name off.

" That leaves us with Remus, Ron, and Fletcher for certain, but I don't know about the last two. I suggest one of us goes and pays them a little visit. We're going to have a lot of work to do. We'll owl you all and tell you, but now, some of us have other things to talk about, and I daresay there's only a half-hour left until curfew. Remus, Neville, Tonks, and Luna, could you please stay behind?" Mr. Weasley said, and called goodbye to the rest of the people, who were slowly leaving the room. She wanted to stay, and could tell Anne-Marie wanted to as well, but they did need to get home soon, and Andrew was dragging them out, his face serious and tired- looking.

They exited the House of Black and stepped onto the street into the much cooler night air.