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Chapter 9 - Finding and Fighting
A disgruntled Narwen apparated, not to Penny and Percy's flat, but just outside the Leaky Cauldron because she didn't want to go back just yet. She looked around searching for something to do. She knew she had to go back to Penny's sooner or later, but for now she was content wandering off towards Gringotts.
About halfway there she heard a familiar voice call her name. Dominic came running up to her.
"I'm glad I found you before Oliver did." he panted.
"Er - you didn't." she said uncertainly.
"What?" Dom asked breathlessly.
"Well, you see, he found me in the Leaky Cauldron with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Straight away he started yelling and we had a bit of a row.
"I was afraid that would happen . . ." he began.
"When does it not happen?" she interrupted, "I can't be within two meters of the prat without having a screaming match."
"I know, Nar, I know. . . Come on, let's just go back to Penny's. She's got everybody looking for you." Dom sighed.
"So I've been told." she said dryly.
**Meanwhile at Penny's**
There was a loud crack and the appearance of another body in the already crowded living room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to the source of the noise. It was just Oliver.
Everyone looked expectantly at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you find her?" Percy asked.
"Yeah."
"So, where is she?" Penny prodded.
"Beats me." Oliver replied carelessly.
"Explain. Now." were the only two words out of Bill Weasley's mouth.
"Maybe she got squinched!" Fred said excitedly.
"Fred. Enough." George said, mocking his brother's stern tone.
"But, seriously, Wood, what happened?" Alicia asked.
He sighed and told them the events at the Leaky Cauldron.
"I agree with Sirius." Charlie said gravely.
Everyone nodded their agreement.
With that two cracks broke the silence.
"Narwen!" Penny exclaimed, "Dom, where'd you find her?!"
"Walking down Diagon Alley towards Gringotts." he said.
"Guys, let's stop talking about me like I'm a lost little puppy. I can take care of myself once in a while." Narwen smiled.
"But, I was so worried, you just left in such a mood. I wasn't sure where you'd gone, what you'd do." Penny gushed and pulled her friend into a tight embrace.
Narwen laughed and hugged back. She felt someone's eyes on her. She lifted her head to see Oliver, staring at her.
"What's the matter, Wood? Feel like a moron because, once again, you screwed up?" she asked viciously.
"Not really, just a bit amazed that you actually had tha gall to come back here." he said complacently.
An argument began to brew in the rom when Mr. Weasley's head appeared in the fireplace.
He looked around, "All of you, Grimmauld Place. Now." he said curtly and then vanished with a slight pop.
The argument stopped cold. Penelope's face drained of all color. Bill and Charlie looked at each other, then to everyone else. Oliver looked to Dom, who was staring at the spot where Mr. Weasley had just given his orders. Fred and George disapparated without a word, Bill doing the same just after them. A flicker of concern passed over Narwen's face, but that was the only sign of distress she showed. Her jaw was set and her gaze bore into everyone she looked at.
"What do you think he wants?" Alicia asked nervously, she, too, was also very pale.
"I don't know." Charlie said slowly.
"It does no good just sitting here and wondering, let's go." Narwen said coldly and disapparated.
All of the Order was crammed into the kitchen at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Dumbledore was there too.
Now that Voldemort was gone, the Order only met once a month, not even formally, just to check up on how everyone was dealing with the few rouge Death Eaters left. So far the main focus was just rounding the rest of them up and putting them in Azkaban. Dumbledore was never there, he never needed to be there.
"What's goin' on 'ere?" Mundungus asked in his usual tone.
"AS much as I hate to agree with Dung; what *is* going on?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Voldemort is not as defeated as we thought." Dumbledore said solemnly.
"What are you talking about?! Harry got rid of him, I saw it happen!" Tonks exclaimed.
"We all did. And yet, when I was on a raid, I saw him at Malfoy Manner today, too." Mr. Weasley sighed, "And I saw the Dementors of Azkaban there with him, along with his favorite Death Eaters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, and Lucius Malfoy."
"Snape," Narwen growled, "This true? Dementors springing inmates from Azkaban and going over to Malfoy's with them."
"Yes, Bennett." he sneered back, "I was there too."
The two had dropped the feud that had raged while she was a student a while ago. Even though he really did like her and she really respected him, that didn't mean they were particularly nice to each other in front of other people.
"How come Harry didn't know?" Sirius asked sharply.
"He probably does know and simply dismisses the visions as nightmares." Bill said sagely.
"Someone's got to talk to him without letting on, we can't let him know the truth." Percy stated, slipping into his old pompous ways.
"He's not a little boy anymore! And even still he's not an idiot!" Narwen exploded, "He'll know something's going on and besides the fact that it's still his destiny to kill Voldemort. It'd be his destiny that we'd be keeping from him!"
"Narwen's -" Oliver began.
"Don't you be a prat too, you know I'm right!" she exclaimed.
He sent her a menacing look, "I was going to *agree* with you. Merlin, every time I open my mouth around you I either get yelled at or smacked! Just stop being belligerent for one God-forsaken second and you'll realize that I'm not out to make your life miserable!" he yelled.
"Well, just possibly, if you weren't such a 'god-forsaken,' self-centered berk I could consider being civil to you!" she retorted.
"Maybe if you stop jumping down my throat and picking fights with me all the time, you'd see that you're the one being a prat!"
"I'm a prat, am I? And I'm picking fights now? I'll show you picking fights!"
She went to lunge across the table. But, Remus caught her quickly.
"Going to fight me, Nar?" Oliver half-laughed, half-sneered.
Struggling against Remus' firm grip, her hair was in her eyes, lightly masking her red face. She smirked, "I've done it before."
With this Oliver stood up, causing his chair to fall backwards, and made a move towards her, only to be held back by Moody and Sirius.
"Going to fight me, Oliver?" she mimicked with venom.
"Stop it, both of you! You were just told that the Dark Lord has returned and all you can do is argue about your petty differences?" Mrs. Figg chided.
"She's right. We won't get anything done if you two keep fighting like this." Remus said calmly.
"Fine, but next time, I'm beating him." she conceded.
"Like you could." Oliver scoffed.
In an instant Narwen was over the table, Oliver was on the floor, and she was on top of him, fist raised. But, she faltered. She couldn't bring herself to hit him.
"Told you, you couldn't." he said, gently taking her fist in case she changed her mind.
They heard someone suppress a laugh and another person snort. Everyone turned to the source of the noise: Fred and George.
"What?!" Oliver and Narwen exclaimed in the same exact impatient tone.
"This is like the time in your fourth year." George said.
"Yeah, the two of you trashed the Common Room." Fred added.
"We had to pull you apart using the summoning charm because we were afraid that if we got too close we'd get hit." George reminisced.
Fred's face lit up. "And the next year when we walked in on you-"
"That was a long time ago." Narwen said before Fred could finish.
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A/N: I'm SOOOO sorry it took so long once again. "The Marauding Memoir" is kind of taking up more of my time and it took me a while to figure out how this chapter was going to go. With all the Voldemort nonsense.
Ali Lee/Fredwina - Gah, I did leave you hanging, didn't I? I'm so sorry, I won't take that long again. I'm glad you're enjoying it anyway.
Lanalius - First off, I had no idea who you were! lmao! Second, you're name isn't crappy! And third, thank you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! Luv ya Lori!
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Chapter 9 - Finding and Fighting
A disgruntled Narwen apparated, not to Penny and Percy's flat, but just outside the Leaky Cauldron because she didn't want to go back just yet. She looked around searching for something to do. She knew she had to go back to Penny's sooner or later, but for now she was content wandering off towards Gringotts.
About halfway there she heard a familiar voice call her name. Dominic came running up to her.
"I'm glad I found you before Oliver did." he panted.
"Er - you didn't." she said uncertainly.
"What?" Dom asked breathlessly.
"Well, you see, he found me in the Leaky Cauldron with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Straight away he started yelling and we had a bit of a row.
"I was afraid that would happen . . ." he began.
"When does it not happen?" she interrupted, "I can't be within two meters of the prat without having a screaming match."
"I know, Nar, I know. . . Come on, let's just go back to Penny's. She's got everybody looking for you." Dom sighed.
"So I've been told." she said dryly.
**Meanwhile at Penny's**
There was a loud crack and the appearance of another body in the already crowded living room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to the source of the noise. It was just Oliver.
Everyone looked expectantly at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you find her?" Percy asked.
"Yeah."
"So, where is she?" Penny prodded.
"Beats me." Oliver replied carelessly.
"Explain. Now." were the only two words out of Bill Weasley's mouth.
"Maybe she got squinched!" Fred said excitedly.
"Fred. Enough." George said, mocking his brother's stern tone.
"But, seriously, Wood, what happened?" Alicia asked.
He sighed and told them the events at the Leaky Cauldron.
"I agree with Sirius." Charlie said gravely.
Everyone nodded their agreement.
With that two cracks broke the silence.
"Narwen!" Penny exclaimed, "Dom, where'd you find her?!"
"Walking down Diagon Alley towards Gringotts." he said.
"Guys, let's stop talking about me like I'm a lost little puppy. I can take care of myself once in a while." Narwen smiled.
"But, I was so worried, you just left in such a mood. I wasn't sure where you'd gone, what you'd do." Penny gushed and pulled her friend into a tight embrace.
Narwen laughed and hugged back. She felt someone's eyes on her. She lifted her head to see Oliver, staring at her.
"What's the matter, Wood? Feel like a moron because, once again, you screwed up?" she asked viciously.
"Not really, just a bit amazed that you actually had tha gall to come back here." he said complacently.
An argument began to brew in the rom when Mr. Weasley's head appeared in the fireplace.
He looked around, "All of you, Grimmauld Place. Now." he said curtly and then vanished with a slight pop.
The argument stopped cold. Penelope's face drained of all color. Bill and Charlie looked at each other, then to everyone else. Oliver looked to Dom, who was staring at the spot where Mr. Weasley had just given his orders. Fred and George disapparated without a word, Bill doing the same just after them. A flicker of concern passed over Narwen's face, but that was the only sign of distress she showed. Her jaw was set and her gaze bore into everyone she looked at.
"What do you think he wants?" Alicia asked nervously, she, too, was also very pale.
"I don't know." Charlie said slowly.
"It does no good just sitting here and wondering, let's go." Narwen said coldly and disapparated.
All of the Order was crammed into the kitchen at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Dumbledore was there too.
Now that Voldemort was gone, the Order only met once a month, not even formally, just to check up on how everyone was dealing with the few rouge Death Eaters left. So far the main focus was just rounding the rest of them up and putting them in Azkaban. Dumbledore was never there, he never needed to be there.
"What's goin' on 'ere?" Mundungus asked in his usual tone.
"AS much as I hate to agree with Dung; what *is* going on?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Voldemort is not as defeated as we thought." Dumbledore said solemnly.
"What are you talking about?! Harry got rid of him, I saw it happen!" Tonks exclaimed.
"We all did. And yet, when I was on a raid, I saw him at Malfoy Manner today, too." Mr. Weasley sighed, "And I saw the Dementors of Azkaban there with him, along with his favorite Death Eaters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, and Lucius Malfoy."
"Snape," Narwen growled, "This true? Dementors springing inmates from Azkaban and going over to Malfoy's with them."
"Yes, Bennett." he sneered back, "I was there too."
The two had dropped the feud that had raged while she was a student a while ago. Even though he really did like her and she really respected him, that didn't mean they were particularly nice to each other in front of other people.
"How come Harry didn't know?" Sirius asked sharply.
"He probably does know and simply dismisses the visions as nightmares." Bill said sagely.
"Someone's got to talk to him without letting on, we can't let him know the truth." Percy stated, slipping into his old pompous ways.
"He's not a little boy anymore! And even still he's not an idiot!" Narwen exploded, "He'll know something's going on and besides the fact that it's still his destiny to kill Voldemort. It'd be his destiny that we'd be keeping from him!"
"Narwen's -" Oliver began.
"Don't you be a prat too, you know I'm right!" she exclaimed.
He sent her a menacing look, "I was going to *agree* with you. Merlin, every time I open my mouth around you I either get yelled at or smacked! Just stop being belligerent for one God-forsaken second and you'll realize that I'm not out to make your life miserable!" he yelled.
"Well, just possibly, if you weren't such a 'god-forsaken,' self-centered berk I could consider being civil to you!" she retorted.
"Maybe if you stop jumping down my throat and picking fights with me all the time, you'd see that you're the one being a prat!"
"I'm a prat, am I? And I'm picking fights now? I'll show you picking fights!"
She went to lunge across the table. But, Remus caught her quickly.
"Going to fight me, Nar?" Oliver half-laughed, half-sneered.
Struggling against Remus' firm grip, her hair was in her eyes, lightly masking her red face. She smirked, "I've done it before."
With this Oliver stood up, causing his chair to fall backwards, and made a move towards her, only to be held back by Moody and Sirius.
"Going to fight me, Oliver?" she mimicked with venom.
"Stop it, both of you! You were just told that the Dark Lord has returned and all you can do is argue about your petty differences?" Mrs. Figg chided.
"She's right. We won't get anything done if you two keep fighting like this." Remus said calmly.
"Fine, but next time, I'm beating him." she conceded.
"Like you could." Oliver scoffed.
In an instant Narwen was over the table, Oliver was on the floor, and she was on top of him, fist raised. But, she faltered. She couldn't bring herself to hit him.
"Told you, you couldn't." he said, gently taking her fist in case she changed her mind.
They heard someone suppress a laugh and another person snort. Everyone turned to the source of the noise: Fred and George.
"What?!" Oliver and Narwen exclaimed in the same exact impatient tone.
"This is like the time in your fourth year." George said.
"Yeah, the two of you trashed the Common Room." Fred added.
"We had to pull you apart using the summoning charm because we were afraid that if we got too close we'd get hit." George reminisced.
Fred's face lit up. "And the next year when we walked in on you-"
"That was a long time ago." Narwen said before Fred could finish.
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A/N: I'm SOOOO sorry it took so long once again. "The Marauding Memoir" is kind of taking up more of my time and it took me a while to figure out how this chapter was going to go. With all the Voldemort nonsense.
Ali Lee/Fredwina - Gah, I did leave you hanging, didn't I? I'm so sorry, I won't take that long again. I'm glad you're enjoying it anyway.
Lanalius - First off, I had no idea who you were! lmao! Second, you're name isn't crappy! And third, thank you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! Luv ya Lori!