"I don't really know. He's very strong, and he's doing a lot of damage. I
think it's going to get worse before it gets better. I can feel it."
Cho looked puzzled, but didn't say anything. "He left part of himself in me, so I can feel his emotions sometimes. The day that the Dementors left, I felt a wave of happiness come over me. It didn't seem too strange, though, because I was happy at the time."
Cho nodded. She seemed to understand, but didn't really want to, so Harry left it alone.
"We can kill him. We will never win, it's already to late for that. Too many have died. Too many died from the moment Cedric was killed. But there will be a victory. And I think it will be for us. I'm almost ready."
Harry clapped his hand on his forehead. "Bloody hell." He muttered. He hadn't meant to say that.
He wouldn't want Cho to think he was doing it alone, because he wasn't. Lupin had answered that letter he sent in the summer, and had told Harry that the Order of the Phoenix was rallying troops for an army to fight against Voldemort after he took over the Ministry of Magic. Harry would leave school, and, on June the First, they would attack.
Harry knew he couldn't keep it quiet now, so he explained it to Cho. "Lupin said he expects to have five hundred witches and wizards, all ready to fight and give their lives for mankind, by Christmas."
Harry thought about what he had just said. He was prophesized to bring down Lord Voldemort. Him, out of those five hundred people.
Cho hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you're not doing it alone." She still looked shocked, and her face was white. Harry could still see shiny streaks still left over from her tears.
"Does anyone else know?" she asked quietly. "Ron? And Hermione?"
"No. I was going to tell them after Lupin sent the Christmas statistics." It felt so professional, having people send him statistics, almost for inspection.
Harry wished they could send him information more often, but it wasn't safe. Owls could always be intercepted. Moody had to do powerful magic to conceal it. He would use, Lupin had said, Disparati, which would make the owl invisible to everyone but Harry, until Harry himself laid eyes on the owl.
Unfortunately, the magic was so powerful and complicated, it made the wizard so tired they slept the rest of the day, and the Order couldn't afford to spend too much time lying down.
As if on cue, a small clicking came through the window.
"I don't see anything!" Cho said.
Harry's eyes turned towards the window, where a small, brown, owl tapped on the window.
"Perfect timing." Harry muttered, smiling. As he pulled the letter off the owl's leg, he could barely open it, his hands were shaking so much. Cho placed her hand on his (A/N hee hee! First real fluff so far!) and he read the letter.
Dear Harry:
Happy Christmas! We're doing very well, we've gone way past our goal. We have almost seven hundred and fifty people! We are packed tight here in Grimmauld place, and it's getting pretty tense. We're all just waiting for you now. I myself haven't spent too much time here, I'm one of the few who can afford to be seen as a member of the order. I travel around England, and I even went to Canada for a VERY productive month, getting people to understand the dangers and powers of Voldemort. Of course, while we work very hard, we're careful not to get caught by Dementors. We're very surprised, actually, that they can't get into Grimmauld Place. We must have underestimated those Blacks. We thought that the Dementors would be able to sense us, because we are still here. But it seems that there are spells on this house to protect it from that too. It's quite amazing, really. Well, back to the point of the letter. We have gone far over our Christmas goal, but we still have five months to gain and lose people. We will see you on April 30. If you are not here, help will be sent out. Don't try and answer this letter. If you have any questions, ask Dumbledore.
Happy Christmas, Moony
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Sorry it was so short, but they talked so much, and they'll probably be talking a lot in the next few chapters too, so I thought I'd break it up a little. I have the busiest week humanly possible, so I don't know if I'll get another chapter out before December. But I'll do my very best. Indigal: thanks for being the only person to review chapter seven, *ahem* and Cho was supposed to call him Voldemort. I was trying to show that she could say it and still feel safe when she was with Harry, but I promptly forgot. Yeah. Like I said, there is going to be a lot of talk. He talks to Cho, he talks to R and H, he talks to Cho again, then he does boring stuff, then he does more stuff. it just keeps going
This is just something I want to clarify: Did anyone else notice that Voldemort IS Hitler? I was just really proud of myself for noticing that. It happened in one of my random, eyes-not-working, not-being-able-to-read- my-own-writing, not-being-able-to-type-or-think-clearly moments. Yeah.
"I have to do it alone. This is between me and the vegetable."
-unolimbo
Cho looked puzzled, but didn't say anything. "He left part of himself in me, so I can feel his emotions sometimes. The day that the Dementors left, I felt a wave of happiness come over me. It didn't seem too strange, though, because I was happy at the time."
Cho nodded. She seemed to understand, but didn't really want to, so Harry left it alone.
"We can kill him. We will never win, it's already to late for that. Too many have died. Too many died from the moment Cedric was killed. But there will be a victory. And I think it will be for us. I'm almost ready."
Harry clapped his hand on his forehead. "Bloody hell." He muttered. He hadn't meant to say that.
He wouldn't want Cho to think he was doing it alone, because he wasn't. Lupin had answered that letter he sent in the summer, and had told Harry that the Order of the Phoenix was rallying troops for an army to fight against Voldemort after he took over the Ministry of Magic. Harry would leave school, and, on June the First, they would attack.
Harry knew he couldn't keep it quiet now, so he explained it to Cho. "Lupin said he expects to have five hundred witches and wizards, all ready to fight and give their lives for mankind, by Christmas."
Harry thought about what he had just said. He was prophesized to bring down Lord Voldemort. Him, out of those five hundred people.
Cho hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you're not doing it alone." She still looked shocked, and her face was white. Harry could still see shiny streaks still left over from her tears.
"Does anyone else know?" she asked quietly. "Ron? And Hermione?"
"No. I was going to tell them after Lupin sent the Christmas statistics." It felt so professional, having people send him statistics, almost for inspection.
Harry wished they could send him information more often, but it wasn't safe. Owls could always be intercepted. Moody had to do powerful magic to conceal it. He would use, Lupin had said, Disparati, which would make the owl invisible to everyone but Harry, until Harry himself laid eyes on the owl.
Unfortunately, the magic was so powerful and complicated, it made the wizard so tired they slept the rest of the day, and the Order couldn't afford to spend too much time lying down.
As if on cue, a small clicking came through the window.
"I don't see anything!" Cho said.
Harry's eyes turned towards the window, where a small, brown, owl tapped on the window.
"Perfect timing." Harry muttered, smiling. As he pulled the letter off the owl's leg, he could barely open it, his hands were shaking so much. Cho placed her hand on his (A/N hee hee! First real fluff so far!) and he read the letter.
Dear Harry:
Happy Christmas! We're doing very well, we've gone way past our goal. We have almost seven hundred and fifty people! We are packed tight here in Grimmauld place, and it's getting pretty tense. We're all just waiting for you now. I myself haven't spent too much time here, I'm one of the few who can afford to be seen as a member of the order. I travel around England, and I even went to Canada for a VERY productive month, getting people to understand the dangers and powers of Voldemort. Of course, while we work very hard, we're careful not to get caught by Dementors. We're very surprised, actually, that they can't get into Grimmauld Place. We must have underestimated those Blacks. We thought that the Dementors would be able to sense us, because we are still here. But it seems that there are spells on this house to protect it from that too. It's quite amazing, really. Well, back to the point of the letter. We have gone far over our Christmas goal, but we still have five months to gain and lose people. We will see you on April 30. If you are not here, help will be sent out. Don't try and answer this letter. If you have any questions, ask Dumbledore.
Happy Christmas, Moony
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry it was so short, but they talked so much, and they'll probably be talking a lot in the next few chapters too, so I thought I'd break it up a little. I have the busiest week humanly possible, so I don't know if I'll get another chapter out before December. But I'll do my very best. Indigal: thanks for being the only person to review chapter seven, *ahem* and Cho was supposed to call him Voldemort. I was trying to show that she could say it and still feel safe when she was with Harry, but I promptly forgot. Yeah. Like I said, there is going to be a lot of talk. He talks to Cho, he talks to R and H, he talks to Cho again, then he does boring stuff, then he does more stuff. it just keeps going
This is just something I want to clarify: Did anyone else notice that Voldemort IS Hitler? I was just really proud of myself for noticing that. It happened in one of my random, eyes-not-working, not-being-able-to-read- my-own-writing, not-being-able-to-type-or-think-clearly moments. Yeah.
"I have to do it alone. This is between me and the vegetable."
-unolimbo