Aiden Applin, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Sirius Black
were all standing in Headmaster Dumbledore's office. Severus and Sirius
were arguing, both quite annoyed with each other, and Fawkes, who refused
to call the Order. Draco was pacing; Ginny was sitting in one of the
chairs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Aiden was leaning against the wall
with his arms crossed, watching the goings on with the air of one who was
amused with the stupidity of things. After about five minutes, Severus and
Sirius' arguing seemed to get on his nerves, and he strode over, whispered
something, and stroked one finger down Fawkes' back. The Phoenix glowed
fiery red, and broke into its song. Within minutes, Order members were
Flooing in. He strode back to the wall to stand in the shadows, without so
much as a word towards Severus and Sirius.
Severus Snape stood in front of the impatiently waiting Order. "As you must have noted by now, Albus Dumbledore is not present. We have reason to believe that he has been taken by the Dark Lord, along with Remus Lupin." He closed his eyes as the unavoidable chaos broke loose. He waiting till it quieted down. Alastor Moody stood.
"And what is this reason for believing such a thing?"
"That is undisclosed information. The fact of the matter is, the Headmaster has been taken. Now.if that is plain enough English for all of you..."
Hermione Granger interrupted. "And just what do you propose we do, Professor Snape?" there was a sharp edge in her voice.
"That, Miss Granger, is why I called this meeting! If you would let me finish, maybe you all could get all the details, and a plan could be made!" She settled down, looking slightly abashed.
"Now. We have found out, that an example is to be made of the Headmaster and Lupin at the Ministry this Tuesday. That gives us two and a half days to have a decent plan."
Mundungus Fletcher spoke up. "But what can we do? Without Dumbledore we don't have a chance!"
A chorus of agreement followed.
"And that.is exactly what makes you so weak." Everybody turned to see Aiden emerge from his shadows. "Dumbledore is powerful, yes, but you should never, NEVER depend on just one person! He is not invincible!"
Alastor Moody narrowed his eyes. "And just who are you?"
"Aiden Nathair Applin. Used to be Harold James Potter."
The Order quieted.
"Now." Aiden clapped his hands once and rubbed them together. "Are you ready to actually TRY to do this?"
"What do you think we should do, Harry?" Asked Hermione.
He whirled. "Aiden. Never call me that again."
She backed down. "Aiden." she whispered.
"As for what you should do, that is your job. Not mine." And with that, he stalked out of them room, Draco jumping up and following.
"Where are you going?" Draco called to Aiden's back. Aiden spun around, but his face softened when he saw Draco. "Diagon Alley."
Draco nodded. "Mind if I come?"
Aiden looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't you wanted by the Death Eaters?"
Draco sighed. "Yeah, but I can wear a glamour charm or something."
Aiden nodded, and turned to watch, arms crossed.
Draco waved his wand, and Aiden watched as his eyes turned a warm brown, his skin a golden tan, and his hair wavy brown.
"It lasts about 12 hours, unless I take it off." Draco stated. "So I should be fine."
Aiden nodded. "All right."
Once they reached Diagon Alley, Aiden started to head to Gringotts. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to Draco.
"Can I get into my vault with the disguise? Harry Potter is dead, won't it be strange if I suddenly turned up with his key? And I can't tell anyone the truth."
Draco frowned. "Huh. Should've thought of that."
Aiden rolled his eyes. "Bloody brilliant."
Draco smiled, and reached into his robes. "No worries!" he chirped happily and withdrew a small drawstring bag. He tapped it once with his wand, and said "Three Knuts!" then he reached inside and pulled out the said amount of money. Aiden raised an eyebrow. Draco smirked. "My great grandfather had them made. Only a Malfoy can get money out of them, it comes directly from the family vault. Don't worry, I'll share."
Aiden nodded. "Thankyou. I'll be sure to pay you back as soon as Albus works out how I will access my assets."
Draco was silent for a minute, then said softly; "Do you really think the Order can do this?"
Aiden bit his lip. "No. I don't."
"Then, why do you think."
"The ORDER can not do this. I can. And you as well."
"Confident, aren't we? And what makes you think I will participate in one of your crazy Gryffindor schemes."
Aiden smirked. "Yes. I am. And you will."
Draco shook his head. "Right. Anyway. What are we here for?"
Aiden turned into Ollivander's. "Wand. Few things from Borgin and Burkes. Clothes."
"Mr. Ollivander, Junior, had taken over the shop, since his grandfather had been killed, under mysterious circumstances, in other words, Death Eaters, so Aiden had no worries about him recognizing his magical signature. Ollivander Jr. was quite inthusiastic about his job, Aiden went through about fifty, all of which were joyously shoved at him.
Finally, he reached into one box, jerking away when Mr. Ollivander tried to snatch it away. A warm glow surrounded him and he said softly.
"I'll take it."
Ollivander looked dubious. "Are you sure? It will be quite a temperamental wand, basilisk core you know."
Aiden shook his head. "How much?"
Wand purchased, Draco led the way to Borgin and Burkes.
They entered the shop, and Aiden headed over towards the throwing daggers. He held his hand about three inches over the selections, finally picking up two, the handles carved of black onyx, on one, a single pearl on each one, the blade perfectly crafted out of pure silver. Draco whistled.
"I can see my purse is going to be considerably lighter."
Aiden didn't even look up. "I'm sure the Malfoy's purse is such a heavy thing I doubt you'll notice." He said, picking up the matching saber. "All right. These will suffice." He glanced at Draco. "Are you any good at the physical arts of fighting?"
Draco grinned. "I wouldn't be a Malfoy if I wasn't. He picked up two of the throwing daggers and twirled them. "All though I don't understand why you need them to fight wizards."
Aiden smiled. "Always do what is least expected. Sometimes curses and hexes do not suffice."
Draco looked reluctant, but picked out a set of daggers with ivory handles, emeralds glittering, with lethal looking black blades, and the matching saber as well.
Exiting Borgin and Burkes, Draco smiled. "Now. Clothes. We Malfoy's pride ourselves on our taste. You couldn't have picked a better shopping partner."
"Seems to me you asked me to come."
They entered a small shop that smelled strongly of dragonhide and leather, emerging two hours later, Aiden had rid himself of the Infirmary issued clothes, now wearing black leather pants, a simple white cotton tee, black leather jacket, dragonhide boots, dagger tucked into each one, dragonhide belt, wand holstered on one hip, saber secured on the other, each carrying bags of their purchases.
Aiden looked at Draco, a half smile gracing his lips. "Now. About Tuesday."
Severus Snape stood in front of the impatiently waiting Order. "As you must have noted by now, Albus Dumbledore is not present. We have reason to believe that he has been taken by the Dark Lord, along with Remus Lupin." He closed his eyes as the unavoidable chaos broke loose. He waiting till it quieted down. Alastor Moody stood.
"And what is this reason for believing such a thing?"
"That is undisclosed information. The fact of the matter is, the Headmaster has been taken. Now.if that is plain enough English for all of you..."
Hermione Granger interrupted. "And just what do you propose we do, Professor Snape?" there was a sharp edge in her voice.
"That, Miss Granger, is why I called this meeting! If you would let me finish, maybe you all could get all the details, and a plan could be made!" She settled down, looking slightly abashed.
"Now. We have found out, that an example is to be made of the Headmaster and Lupin at the Ministry this Tuesday. That gives us two and a half days to have a decent plan."
Mundungus Fletcher spoke up. "But what can we do? Without Dumbledore we don't have a chance!"
A chorus of agreement followed.
"And that.is exactly what makes you so weak." Everybody turned to see Aiden emerge from his shadows. "Dumbledore is powerful, yes, but you should never, NEVER depend on just one person! He is not invincible!"
Alastor Moody narrowed his eyes. "And just who are you?"
"Aiden Nathair Applin. Used to be Harold James Potter."
The Order quieted.
"Now." Aiden clapped his hands once and rubbed them together. "Are you ready to actually TRY to do this?"
"What do you think we should do, Harry?" Asked Hermione.
He whirled. "Aiden. Never call me that again."
She backed down. "Aiden." she whispered.
"As for what you should do, that is your job. Not mine." And with that, he stalked out of them room, Draco jumping up and following.
"Where are you going?" Draco called to Aiden's back. Aiden spun around, but his face softened when he saw Draco. "Diagon Alley."
Draco nodded. "Mind if I come?"
Aiden looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't you wanted by the Death Eaters?"
Draco sighed. "Yeah, but I can wear a glamour charm or something."
Aiden nodded, and turned to watch, arms crossed.
Draco waved his wand, and Aiden watched as his eyes turned a warm brown, his skin a golden tan, and his hair wavy brown.
"It lasts about 12 hours, unless I take it off." Draco stated. "So I should be fine."
Aiden nodded. "All right."
Once they reached Diagon Alley, Aiden started to head to Gringotts. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to Draco.
"Can I get into my vault with the disguise? Harry Potter is dead, won't it be strange if I suddenly turned up with his key? And I can't tell anyone the truth."
Draco frowned. "Huh. Should've thought of that."
Aiden rolled his eyes. "Bloody brilliant."
Draco smiled, and reached into his robes. "No worries!" he chirped happily and withdrew a small drawstring bag. He tapped it once with his wand, and said "Three Knuts!" then he reached inside and pulled out the said amount of money. Aiden raised an eyebrow. Draco smirked. "My great grandfather had them made. Only a Malfoy can get money out of them, it comes directly from the family vault. Don't worry, I'll share."
Aiden nodded. "Thankyou. I'll be sure to pay you back as soon as Albus works out how I will access my assets."
Draco was silent for a minute, then said softly; "Do you really think the Order can do this?"
Aiden bit his lip. "No. I don't."
"Then, why do you think."
"The ORDER can not do this. I can. And you as well."
"Confident, aren't we? And what makes you think I will participate in one of your crazy Gryffindor schemes."
Aiden smirked. "Yes. I am. And you will."
Draco shook his head. "Right. Anyway. What are we here for?"
Aiden turned into Ollivander's. "Wand. Few things from Borgin and Burkes. Clothes."
"Mr. Ollivander, Junior, had taken over the shop, since his grandfather had been killed, under mysterious circumstances, in other words, Death Eaters, so Aiden had no worries about him recognizing his magical signature. Ollivander Jr. was quite inthusiastic about his job, Aiden went through about fifty, all of which were joyously shoved at him.
Finally, he reached into one box, jerking away when Mr. Ollivander tried to snatch it away. A warm glow surrounded him and he said softly.
"I'll take it."
Ollivander looked dubious. "Are you sure? It will be quite a temperamental wand, basilisk core you know."
Aiden shook his head. "How much?"
Wand purchased, Draco led the way to Borgin and Burkes.
They entered the shop, and Aiden headed over towards the throwing daggers. He held his hand about three inches over the selections, finally picking up two, the handles carved of black onyx, on one, a single pearl on each one, the blade perfectly crafted out of pure silver. Draco whistled.
"I can see my purse is going to be considerably lighter."
Aiden didn't even look up. "I'm sure the Malfoy's purse is such a heavy thing I doubt you'll notice." He said, picking up the matching saber. "All right. These will suffice." He glanced at Draco. "Are you any good at the physical arts of fighting?"
Draco grinned. "I wouldn't be a Malfoy if I wasn't. He picked up two of the throwing daggers and twirled them. "All though I don't understand why you need them to fight wizards."
Aiden smiled. "Always do what is least expected. Sometimes curses and hexes do not suffice."
Draco looked reluctant, but picked out a set of daggers with ivory handles, emeralds glittering, with lethal looking black blades, and the matching saber as well.
Exiting Borgin and Burkes, Draco smiled. "Now. Clothes. We Malfoy's pride ourselves on our taste. You couldn't have picked a better shopping partner."
"Seems to me you asked me to come."
They entered a small shop that smelled strongly of dragonhide and leather, emerging two hours later, Aiden had rid himself of the Infirmary issued clothes, now wearing black leather pants, a simple white cotton tee, black leather jacket, dragonhide boots, dagger tucked into each one, dragonhide belt, wand holstered on one hip, saber secured on the other, each carrying bags of their purchases.
Aiden looked at Draco, a half smile gracing his lips. "Now. About Tuesday."