AN; tell me what you think, also, DISCLAIMER!!! I don't own Harry, Ron,
Hermione, Neville, Hedwig, Ginny, Fred and George (or is it George and
Fred?), Dumbledore, Lupin, Tonks, Snape (yuk), McGonagall (go Gryffindor!),
AND WHOVER ELSE. I wish I did though, man, JK Rowling, ya just gotta love
her!
ALSO I have so many people to thank; here is just a few. DelPiero Lady Arwen of Rivendell Blueberrie A.M.bookworm247 Katani Petitedra Mikee hermionegreen Hermione512 Keyblademaster44 Englishgirl wanderingwolf and many more, sorry I could get everyone's names. And especially to Keyblademaster44 and HarryGryffinGirl because they put me on their fav stories list..I KNOW THE REST OF U WANT TO ITS JUST THAT U FORGET!!! ^_^ here we go with.
The Meeting.
Dobby had worked frantically over the next day, getting the house up to scratch. Not that he needed to. It was perfect anyway. The first person to arrive was Dumbledore, apparating into the dinning room and near startling Harry out of his wits. He asked Harry how he was doing, and Harry answered truthfully. "I'm bored, and I want to know what's going on." Dumbledore watched him for a second and Harry though he'd add a little something, "You must admit, Professor, that I have a right to know, it is me that's going to have to retire the Order once and for all."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes Harry. I think it is time that you knew what has been going on. You can sit in on the meeting tonight, but don't make any noise. Ask me questions later."
Harry nodded, and then remembered Snape's little visit.
"There are a few letters on the mantelpiece from Tonks and Snape for you. Dobby has had to dust around them for the last week, and it's driving him spare."
Dumbledore took the letters down, and Harry watched his frown deepen as he read.
"Professor?" he asked after a minute of silence.
"I'll tell you later Harry."
The door opened, Tonks and Lupin swept in, Tonks almost tripping over her own feet. Harry greeted them amicably. The next to arrive was Kingsley, and he shook Harry's hand with a quiet smile. Then there was a spate of arrivals and Dobby and Harry ran here and there, informing Dumbldore of the new arrivals as he had asked him to. Of course quite a few of the Order were amazed to see the boy-who-lived alive, but it was Charlie Weasley that really made Harry laugh. Charlie walked in, tall and as cool as ever, and fell over Dobby when he saw Harry. Harry laughed to cover the sense of dread that he felt up. If Charlie was all the way from Romania then this was a very serious meeting. He helped the young man up, still chuckling.
Then the meeting started with all those who were hungry munching on the sandwiches etc that were provided by dobby. Harry leant against the wall at the back of the room, an interested observer rather than a boy whose life hangs in the balance of the decisions made in that room.
"As you can see, we have the best kept secret this side f Pluto in the room with us, it is as I told you. Harry Potter has returned to us." Began Dumbldore, and Harry saw Snape giving him a glare, and matched him eye for eye. The next thirty minutes turned Harry's world upside down. Dumbledore explained that all of the Order was now known to Voldemort. That meant that no one in the room was safe. Neither were their families. There was a low murmur at that, and Harry felt sympathy for those who had families. Dumbledore explained that even Tonks was now at risk, having been exposed accidentally. Since this was so, none of the Order would be able to keep tabs on the death eaters of their leader.
Dumbledore closed the meeting by telling those with families to go home and talk to them, tell them what was happening. As they left Harry heard talk of secret keepers and hiding. He hoped that they would have better luck with secret keepers than his parents had. When only Lupin, Moody, McGonagall and Dumbldore remained Dobby bought out some Butter beer. As they sipped the adults discussed what was to be done. Moody said that invisibility cloaks were useless, as the dark lord could see through them, as could most of his followers. They decided that the only thing that could work was an animagus, but since the D.E's* knew of Professor McGonagall's Tabby form and she could assume no other that that was useless. Lupin asked about any other animagi in the Order, but there were none.
Later, when Lupin was sleeping off his broom lag and McGonagall had gone Dumbledore told Harry that there had been a spate of attacks on Muggles related to wizards. The attack of the Durlseys had been the last, and the worst, mainly because the house had been destroyed. Harry was puzzled, "you mean that that attack may not have been aimed at me?"
"it certainly seems so."
Harry nodded to show his understanding, and then asked a question that had been bothering him, "Professor, sir, where are Mr and Mrs Weasley?"
To his surprise, Dumbledore sighed and looked very worried, "we don't know Harry, they went on a mission earlier this month and they haven't come back yet. There has been no word from them."
"Does Ron know?" asked Harry, immediately worried for his friend.
"Not yet. As far as Mr and Miss Weasley are concerned, their parents have taken a holiday and are out of contact."
"Oh boy."
There wasn't much else to say.
Later, even the bright sky roving around his ceiling failed to cheer Harry. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering how Mr and Mrs Weasley were. Where ever they were he hoped they were ok. They had always been very friendly. There was a tap at his window, and Harry sighed and rolled of his bed to open the window. It wasn't Hedwig that flopped through the window, though she was there. It was Errol.
"Errol!" cried Harry, picking up the bird carefully, and grabbing the water container from Hedwigs cage. While the poor owl drank Harry untied the letter, written hastily in Rons hand.
Mum, Dad.
It's great here at school, though I'm a little lonely without Harry. I wish I could get my hands on You-Know-Who, show him what I think.
Anyway, there's something odd going on here at school. Kids disappear for a day or two, then they come back and they don't remember where they were. Hermione and I are investigating, but it's different without Harry.
There is going to be a Quidditch versus Slytherin match on the fourth, don't suppose you could come? We don't have a seeker yet, beside Ginny and she doesn't really want to do it.
Write soon. Love Ron.
Harry watched Errol thoughtfully. There was some odd things goingon that he didn't understand. Then he brightened, Quidditch! He would go the match, since it was at Hogwarts he would be safe. He folded the leeter, put it in his drawer and went to sleep. And he dreamed of Sirius.
AN; that's it for this chapter; I know not much has happened. But it will get there. Promise. Next chapter, QUIDDITCH AND QUESTIONS. R&R as usual. Luv ya 4 it! * D.E means DEATH EATER!!!! Waah, ugly yuky things. Yuk.
ALSO I have so many people to thank; here is just a few. DelPiero Lady Arwen of Rivendell Blueberrie A.M.bookworm247 Katani Petitedra Mikee hermionegreen Hermione512 Keyblademaster44 Englishgirl wanderingwolf and many more, sorry I could get everyone's names. And especially to Keyblademaster44 and HarryGryffinGirl because they put me on their fav stories list..I KNOW THE REST OF U WANT TO ITS JUST THAT U FORGET!!! ^_^ here we go with.
The Meeting.
Dobby had worked frantically over the next day, getting the house up to scratch. Not that he needed to. It was perfect anyway. The first person to arrive was Dumbledore, apparating into the dinning room and near startling Harry out of his wits. He asked Harry how he was doing, and Harry answered truthfully. "I'm bored, and I want to know what's going on." Dumbledore watched him for a second and Harry though he'd add a little something, "You must admit, Professor, that I have a right to know, it is me that's going to have to retire the Order once and for all."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes Harry. I think it is time that you knew what has been going on. You can sit in on the meeting tonight, but don't make any noise. Ask me questions later."
Harry nodded, and then remembered Snape's little visit.
"There are a few letters on the mantelpiece from Tonks and Snape for you. Dobby has had to dust around them for the last week, and it's driving him spare."
Dumbledore took the letters down, and Harry watched his frown deepen as he read.
"Professor?" he asked after a minute of silence.
"I'll tell you later Harry."
The door opened, Tonks and Lupin swept in, Tonks almost tripping over her own feet. Harry greeted them amicably. The next to arrive was Kingsley, and he shook Harry's hand with a quiet smile. Then there was a spate of arrivals and Dobby and Harry ran here and there, informing Dumbldore of the new arrivals as he had asked him to. Of course quite a few of the Order were amazed to see the boy-who-lived alive, but it was Charlie Weasley that really made Harry laugh. Charlie walked in, tall and as cool as ever, and fell over Dobby when he saw Harry. Harry laughed to cover the sense of dread that he felt up. If Charlie was all the way from Romania then this was a very serious meeting. He helped the young man up, still chuckling.
Then the meeting started with all those who were hungry munching on the sandwiches etc that were provided by dobby. Harry leant against the wall at the back of the room, an interested observer rather than a boy whose life hangs in the balance of the decisions made in that room.
"As you can see, we have the best kept secret this side f Pluto in the room with us, it is as I told you. Harry Potter has returned to us." Began Dumbldore, and Harry saw Snape giving him a glare, and matched him eye for eye. The next thirty minutes turned Harry's world upside down. Dumbledore explained that all of the Order was now known to Voldemort. That meant that no one in the room was safe. Neither were their families. There was a low murmur at that, and Harry felt sympathy for those who had families. Dumbledore explained that even Tonks was now at risk, having been exposed accidentally. Since this was so, none of the Order would be able to keep tabs on the death eaters of their leader.
Dumbledore closed the meeting by telling those with families to go home and talk to them, tell them what was happening. As they left Harry heard talk of secret keepers and hiding. He hoped that they would have better luck with secret keepers than his parents had. When only Lupin, Moody, McGonagall and Dumbldore remained Dobby bought out some Butter beer. As they sipped the adults discussed what was to be done. Moody said that invisibility cloaks were useless, as the dark lord could see through them, as could most of his followers. They decided that the only thing that could work was an animagus, but since the D.E's* knew of Professor McGonagall's Tabby form and she could assume no other that that was useless. Lupin asked about any other animagi in the Order, but there were none.
Later, when Lupin was sleeping off his broom lag and McGonagall had gone Dumbledore told Harry that there had been a spate of attacks on Muggles related to wizards. The attack of the Durlseys had been the last, and the worst, mainly because the house had been destroyed. Harry was puzzled, "you mean that that attack may not have been aimed at me?"
"it certainly seems so."
Harry nodded to show his understanding, and then asked a question that had been bothering him, "Professor, sir, where are Mr and Mrs Weasley?"
To his surprise, Dumbledore sighed and looked very worried, "we don't know Harry, they went on a mission earlier this month and they haven't come back yet. There has been no word from them."
"Does Ron know?" asked Harry, immediately worried for his friend.
"Not yet. As far as Mr and Miss Weasley are concerned, their parents have taken a holiday and are out of contact."
"Oh boy."
There wasn't much else to say.
Later, even the bright sky roving around his ceiling failed to cheer Harry. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering how Mr and Mrs Weasley were. Where ever they were he hoped they were ok. They had always been very friendly. There was a tap at his window, and Harry sighed and rolled of his bed to open the window. It wasn't Hedwig that flopped through the window, though she was there. It was Errol.
"Errol!" cried Harry, picking up the bird carefully, and grabbing the water container from Hedwigs cage. While the poor owl drank Harry untied the letter, written hastily in Rons hand.
Mum, Dad.
It's great here at school, though I'm a little lonely without Harry. I wish I could get my hands on You-Know-Who, show him what I think.
Anyway, there's something odd going on here at school. Kids disappear for a day or two, then they come back and they don't remember where they were. Hermione and I are investigating, but it's different without Harry.
There is going to be a Quidditch versus Slytherin match on the fourth, don't suppose you could come? We don't have a seeker yet, beside Ginny and she doesn't really want to do it.
Write soon. Love Ron.
Harry watched Errol thoughtfully. There was some odd things goingon that he didn't understand. Then he brightened, Quidditch! He would go the match, since it was at Hogwarts he would be safe. He folded the leeter, put it in his drawer and went to sleep. And he dreamed of Sirius.
AN; that's it for this chapter; I know not much has happened. But it will get there. Promise. Next chapter, QUIDDITCH AND QUESTIONS. R&R as usual. Luv ya 4 it! * D.E means DEATH EATER!!!! Waah, ugly yuky things. Yuk.