*Sigh* I know, I'm far too slowly. But I eventually managed to think up a
good plot! Well sort of, need sort some details. So here you go with the
next chapter, enjoy!
kat: Thanks for reviewing! You're probably right, but then I would have to hurry up with updating. (Yeah I know, I should hurry up anyway . . .)
mette: Thanks! Hm . . . I sometimes do that, too! : )
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing that much. Ok, what to answer first? Well, I don't plan to give up anytime soon, and I really try to update the story as fast as possible. As to that Sirius problem, you already figured out yourself, so I think I don't need to explain again. My English only improved because I read fanfics the whole afternoon when I come home from school. I don't pay much attention in my English classes, actually that's when most of the chapters are created. : ) That's why many people think I'm rather strange, but I think it's cool to be a freak! (Especially when it comes to Sirius!) And don't worry, I don't mind long reviews at all!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Yes I know, I should be upset, it's my fault 'cause I wrote it! Poor Siri! I'll keep that in mind, because there's no dictionary that explains how to use that word exactly. Thanks again! Well, I asked, because in the e-mails I get when my story received a review the sentences are always parted by "rn". Is that normal or am I just stupid?
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Meetings
For a moment Remus sat still, sorting his thoughts. He let out a sight and got up. Back in the bedroom a started to collect things they would need. Before Sirius could ask he handed him a set of warm wool robes. "Here, get start getting dressed. I'll help you in a second." Still in a haze Sirius did as he was told, or rather tried to. The wound in his leg still stung when he moved too quickly, which proofed to be hindering.
With a packing-charm Remus stacked clothes, books, papers and similar utensils in his suitcase before turning to Sirius to assist him in arranging the robes. "Can you stand up? You just need to make it to the fireplace." Sirius paled visibly as he, supported by his friend, got to his feet. "Floo powder?" Remus rolled his eyes as grabbed their stuff with his free hand.
Since his first journey by Floo powder Sirius had hated it. He had been six years old and got lost somewhere in muggle London, because he had pronounced "Diagon Alley" wrong. It had taken hours until a witch noticed the small child crying in a side street, unintentionally turning the glass shards before him into transparent butterflies, shimmering green or brown. She had taken him to the Leaky Cauldron, back to his tear drenched mother.
"Come on, your old enough to manage." The werewolf threw a pinch of the glittering powder into the flames, which turned emerald green. He stepped into the roaring fire, pulling his friend with him gently. "Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall!", he shouted in a clear voice. Sirius closed his eyes as they were sucked through the fireplace, the wild spinning irritating his already weak stomach.
The two landed with a thud, Remus grabbing Sirius arm, so he wouldn't fall over. The Animagus was trying to cough the ash out of his throat, a loud rumbling coming from his stomach. The tawny-haired man raised an eyebrow at him. "Hungry?", he asked and tried to suppress the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips. Sirius shook his head forcefully, clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Oh Remus, there you are!" They both spun around at the sound of the female voice. Standing before them, black-grey hair in a tight bun, square-rimmed spectables sitting on the tip of her nose, was the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts: Professor Minerva McGonagall. She smiled at them, but there was an odd look in her catlike eyes. The werewolf saw his friend wince as he met her gaze. He felt uncomfortable under it, too, but decided to ignore it.
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to come and." She nodded and started towards the door. "Yes, Albus told me. You may get your things to your quarters and go to his office after that, he's already awaiting you." Sirius changed into the great black dog in case they met a student in the hall. The Transfiguration professor favoured him with an approving glance before turning around. She led them to their rooms and Remus was thankful as she slowed her pace, noticing that Sirius was limping behind.
The walk to Dumbledore's office was much shorter as the two Marauders used one of the many secret passages that led to the Headmaster's quarters. The meeting room of the Order was next to his office and all other members were already there. Well, nearly all. The eyes of many were lying on the two empty chairs, that stood side by side and whose owners would never occupy them again.
A few looked up as the two young men entered. Most of the other Order members were the same age as the Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. They found their seats at the round table and sat down quietly. Some of the witches and wizards gave Sirius dark looks, daring him to make a wrong move so they could blast him to pieces, just like they assumed he'd done with Pettigrew. Although Dumbledore had explained the whole situation to everybody, not everyone believed the dark-haired wizard innocent.
The Animagus slumped forward slightly and lowered his gaze to the table, avoiding the eyes still glaring at him. Remus' warm hand appeared in the small of his back, rubbing in smooth, circling motions. It took his mind off the mean looks.
Dumbledore strode into the room, drawing the attention to him by his mere presence. He sat down next to Professor McGonagall. "You all know why I called you. Again we've lost two loyal fighters of the Light Side. Phillia and Thomas were murdered by servants of Voldemort, and at least to more could have followed if we hadn't been warned about the known targets."
Dumbledore made a pause to look Sirius in the eye, but the Animagus quickly lowered his gaze. He hadn't taken the old wizard's words as a praise, like it was meant. With a hard voice his conscience reminded him, of the possibility to save them, that it technically was his fault, that the Woods were dead and their son now an orphan. He didn't notice the thankful looks in Figg's or Fletcher's eyes.
Remus frowned at his friend, making a mental note to talk some sense into him later as he turned back to Dumbledore. "So the Death Eaters are showing themselves openly now, even if the Ministry still refuses to call it a war. Our only chance is to act now and get as much information about their plans as possible. All we now know, is that Voldemort still tries to kill Harry Potter." Sirius winced at the name of his godson. Another orphan. Because of him. "Harry is the only hurdle he has to get over to reach immortality. And Harry is the only one who's able to defeat him. That means we have to find a way to protect the boy and at the same time give him an opportunity to defeat Voldemort."
The little speech left everybody in the room silent. Nearly everybody. Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody cleared his throat. "And how are we supposed to do this, Albus? Trying to kill Voldemort is as suicidal as kicking a nesting Horntail's ass! How are we supposed to protect him?" "Do you have another idea, Mad-Eye? What other chances as Harry do we have?", Mundungus Fletcher, a stocky man with a frayed grey moustache, who liked to smoke his pipe, replied sternly.
"What about trying ourselves?", Moody snarled. "Sure, let's see if that bastard is still immune to the Killing-curses of mortals", a tall witch with long blond hair and piercing eyes snapped at him. Another wizard to the right of Flitwick scratched his messy mop off mouse brown hair and said: "Maybe he's right. What if You-Know-Who's still weak enough for a normal person to finish him off?" "Right McGriffin, if he was, he wouldn't first gather strength, just to give us a chance to win this war!", a man with bald head and long beard answered.
"He's only too strong, if he has his supporters around him.", Remus stated. "If we could find a way to strip him of these we might have a chance." "That's a great idea, Lupin. The question's just how we're going to do this" "If I would know, I would've told you.", the werewolf replied and rubbed his temple. Old Mrs. Figg spoke up: "Even if we managed, he's still recruiting. There are running more then enough young Know-it-alls around for him to bring in his wake."
"And if we get them on our side first?" "We'll have loyal supporters until the end.", came the sarcastic answer from Snape. "If we start binding them by fear like he does, we can unite with him in the first place!" "So what are we going to do, wait until it's over because he commits suicide?!" "Or until another Boy-Who-Lived defeats him?" "Let's face it, our only real chance his Potter.", Moody croaked.
"Sure, so why don't we start to recruit fifteen-year olds and train them to mini-Aurors and let them fight this war for us?!" The room went quiet as Sirius nearly shouted the comment at the meeting. He had felt anger and fury well up in him during the debate, in the end it let him forget the looks he'd received earlier. Only over his dead body would someone decide if his godson should die for the rest of the world or not! And he would do this for any other child. They were just kids, dammit! They shouldn't have this fight this bloody war!
Nobody dared to meet his glare now. It was Dumbledore who spoke up again. "So we're coming to the conclusion that we have to find another way. And that we only have a chance if we work as close together as possible. The first thing we have to do is making the Ministry see, that Voldemort has risen again. We have the giants and the werewolves as allies and useful sources of the going-ons in Voldemort's lair. We need to figure out how to wreck his plans quickly and effective."
The Headmaster waved his wand and a small silver mirror appeared in front of every member of the Order out of thin air. "You know how to use them, the password his "flubberwormooze". If anybody gets an idea I wish to be informed immediately. You're dismissed."
A/N: I'm so proud of Siri, he's going to get over all these mean people! At least I hope so. So how was that? Confusing again? I really tried to make my thoughts clear, but I usually think more quickly than I write. So if there are any mistakes or unclear thinks please inform me! See you all next chapter!
lara
kat: Thanks for reviewing! You're probably right, but then I would have to hurry up with updating. (Yeah I know, I should hurry up anyway . . .)
mette: Thanks! Hm . . . I sometimes do that, too! : )
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing that much. Ok, what to answer first? Well, I don't plan to give up anytime soon, and I really try to update the story as fast as possible. As to that Sirius problem, you already figured out yourself, so I think I don't need to explain again. My English only improved because I read fanfics the whole afternoon when I come home from school. I don't pay much attention in my English classes, actually that's when most of the chapters are created. : ) That's why many people think I'm rather strange, but I think it's cool to be a freak! (Especially when it comes to Sirius!) And don't worry, I don't mind long reviews at all!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Yes I know, I should be upset, it's my fault 'cause I wrote it! Poor Siri! I'll keep that in mind, because there's no dictionary that explains how to use that word exactly. Thanks again! Well, I asked, because in the e-mails I get when my story received a review the sentences are always parted by "rn". Is that normal or am I just stupid?
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Meetings
For a moment Remus sat still, sorting his thoughts. He let out a sight and got up. Back in the bedroom a started to collect things they would need. Before Sirius could ask he handed him a set of warm wool robes. "Here, get start getting dressed. I'll help you in a second." Still in a haze Sirius did as he was told, or rather tried to. The wound in his leg still stung when he moved too quickly, which proofed to be hindering.
With a packing-charm Remus stacked clothes, books, papers and similar utensils in his suitcase before turning to Sirius to assist him in arranging the robes. "Can you stand up? You just need to make it to the fireplace." Sirius paled visibly as he, supported by his friend, got to his feet. "Floo powder?" Remus rolled his eyes as grabbed their stuff with his free hand.
Since his first journey by Floo powder Sirius had hated it. He had been six years old and got lost somewhere in muggle London, because he had pronounced "Diagon Alley" wrong. It had taken hours until a witch noticed the small child crying in a side street, unintentionally turning the glass shards before him into transparent butterflies, shimmering green or brown. She had taken him to the Leaky Cauldron, back to his tear drenched mother.
"Come on, your old enough to manage." The werewolf threw a pinch of the glittering powder into the flames, which turned emerald green. He stepped into the roaring fire, pulling his friend with him gently. "Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall!", he shouted in a clear voice. Sirius closed his eyes as they were sucked through the fireplace, the wild spinning irritating his already weak stomach.
The two landed with a thud, Remus grabbing Sirius arm, so he wouldn't fall over. The Animagus was trying to cough the ash out of his throat, a loud rumbling coming from his stomach. The tawny-haired man raised an eyebrow at him. "Hungry?", he asked and tried to suppress the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips. Sirius shook his head forcefully, clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Oh Remus, there you are!" They both spun around at the sound of the female voice. Standing before them, black-grey hair in a tight bun, square-rimmed spectables sitting on the tip of her nose, was the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts: Professor Minerva McGonagall. She smiled at them, but there was an odd look in her catlike eyes. The werewolf saw his friend wince as he met her gaze. He felt uncomfortable under it, too, but decided to ignore it.
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to come and." She nodded and started towards the door. "Yes, Albus told me. You may get your things to your quarters and go to his office after that, he's already awaiting you." Sirius changed into the great black dog in case they met a student in the hall. The Transfiguration professor favoured him with an approving glance before turning around. She led them to their rooms and Remus was thankful as she slowed her pace, noticing that Sirius was limping behind.
The walk to Dumbledore's office was much shorter as the two Marauders used one of the many secret passages that led to the Headmaster's quarters. The meeting room of the Order was next to his office and all other members were already there. Well, nearly all. The eyes of many were lying on the two empty chairs, that stood side by side and whose owners would never occupy them again.
A few looked up as the two young men entered. Most of the other Order members were the same age as the Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. They found their seats at the round table and sat down quietly. Some of the witches and wizards gave Sirius dark looks, daring him to make a wrong move so they could blast him to pieces, just like they assumed he'd done with Pettigrew. Although Dumbledore had explained the whole situation to everybody, not everyone believed the dark-haired wizard innocent.
The Animagus slumped forward slightly and lowered his gaze to the table, avoiding the eyes still glaring at him. Remus' warm hand appeared in the small of his back, rubbing in smooth, circling motions. It took his mind off the mean looks.
Dumbledore strode into the room, drawing the attention to him by his mere presence. He sat down next to Professor McGonagall. "You all know why I called you. Again we've lost two loyal fighters of the Light Side. Phillia and Thomas were murdered by servants of Voldemort, and at least to more could have followed if we hadn't been warned about the known targets."
Dumbledore made a pause to look Sirius in the eye, but the Animagus quickly lowered his gaze. He hadn't taken the old wizard's words as a praise, like it was meant. With a hard voice his conscience reminded him, of the possibility to save them, that it technically was his fault, that the Woods were dead and their son now an orphan. He didn't notice the thankful looks in Figg's or Fletcher's eyes.
Remus frowned at his friend, making a mental note to talk some sense into him later as he turned back to Dumbledore. "So the Death Eaters are showing themselves openly now, even if the Ministry still refuses to call it a war. Our only chance is to act now and get as much information about their plans as possible. All we now know, is that Voldemort still tries to kill Harry Potter." Sirius winced at the name of his godson. Another orphan. Because of him. "Harry is the only hurdle he has to get over to reach immortality. And Harry is the only one who's able to defeat him. That means we have to find a way to protect the boy and at the same time give him an opportunity to defeat Voldemort."
The little speech left everybody in the room silent. Nearly everybody. Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody cleared his throat. "And how are we supposed to do this, Albus? Trying to kill Voldemort is as suicidal as kicking a nesting Horntail's ass! How are we supposed to protect him?" "Do you have another idea, Mad-Eye? What other chances as Harry do we have?", Mundungus Fletcher, a stocky man with a frayed grey moustache, who liked to smoke his pipe, replied sternly.
"What about trying ourselves?", Moody snarled. "Sure, let's see if that bastard is still immune to the Killing-curses of mortals", a tall witch with long blond hair and piercing eyes snapped at him. Another wizard to the right of Flitwick scratched his messy mop off mouse brown hair and said: "Maybe he's right. What if You-Know-Who's still weak enough for a normal person to finish him off?" "Right McGriffin, if he was, he wouldn't first gather strength, just to give us a chance to win this war!", a man with bald head and long beard answered.
"He's only too strong, if he has his supporters around him.", Remus stated. "If we could find a way to strip him of these we might have a chance." "That's a great idea, Lupin. The question's just how we're going to do this" "If I would know, I would've told you.", the werewolf replied and rubbed his temple. Old Mrs. Figg spoke up: "Even if we managed, he's still recruiting. There are running more then enough young Know-it-alls around for him to bring in his wake."
"And if we get them on our side first?" "We'll have loyal supporters until the end.", came the sarcastic answer from Snape. "If we start binding them by fear like he does, we can unite with him in the first place!" "So what are we going to do, wait until it's over because he commits suicide?!" "Or until another Boy-Who-Lived defeats him?" "Let's face it, our only real chance his Potter.", Moody croaked.
"Sure, so why don't we start to recruit fifteen-year olds and train them to mini-Aurors and let them fight this war for us?!" The room went quiet as Sirius nearly shouted the comment at the meeting. He had felt anger and fury well up in him during the debate, in the end it let him forget the looks he'd received earlier. Only over his dead body would someone decide if his godson should die for the rest of the world or not! And he would do this for any other child. They were just kids, dammit! They shouldn't have this fight this bloody war!
Nobody dared to meet his glare now. It was Dumbledore who spoke up again. "So we're coming to the conclusion that we have to find another way. And that we only have a chance if we work as close together as possible. The first thing we have to do is making the Ministry see, that Voldemort has risen again. We have the giants and the werewolves as allies and useful sources of the going-ons in Voldemort's lair. We need to figure out how to wreck his plans quickly and effective."
The Headmaster waved his wand and a small silver mirror appeared in front of every member of the Order out of thin air. "You know how to use them, the password his "flubberwormooze". If anybody gets an idea I wish to be informed immediately. You're dismissed."
A/N: I'm so proud of Siri, he's going to get over all these mean people! At least I hope so. So how was that? Confusing again? I really tried to make my thoughts clear, but I usually think more quickly than I write. So if there are any mistakes or unclear thinks please inform me! See you all next chapter!
lara