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A/N: Well, here's chapter two. I know it's slow updating, but I want to make sure each chapter it well done before I post it, and since I don't have a Beta, it takes me a while to edit and re-edit (and occasionally re-write), especially with so much homework (evil teachers). I hope you enjoy. I'll thank reviewers at the bottom.

Cake and Cookies

Chapter Two: Oh-wl?

"Severus Snape? As in, greasy git from Hogwarts? Evil sadistic potions master? Cranky bas-"

"That's enough, Fred," said a still pale Molly.

"But why would he be writing us? I didn't even think he knew we were still alive," muttered Ginny, confusion evident on her features as she chewed thoughtfully on her lip ring, causing Molly to roll her eyes.

"Birdie!"

"Yes Abby, it is very pretty, but it's an owl," said Hermione distractedly.

"Oh-wl?"

"Yes sweetie, owl."

"What does the letter say?" Charlie asked, glancing concernedly towards the owl who was now swaying dangerously along the counter after its run in with the window.

" ' To the Weasleys;

I do hope this finds you and doesn't fall into any of the more unwelcome hands. It has been well over a year since the downfall, and it is perhaps time to regroup and consider new measures. It would be easier if all were located in a single area, one of the old Snape residences would do well, as it is large and quite forgotten and with highly advanced wards.

If this interests you in the least, I believe you know where it is located. Arrive the morning of the 15th of this month. Bring any whom are trustworthy. I have contacted several of those whom I think may be interested. Burn this letter once you have read it.

S. Snape'

It's dated from two days ago." Hermione looked up from the letter, "what do you think?"

"It could be a trap," Fred said immediately, "I mean, he's a Death Eater now, isn't he. What's to say that he wasn't the entire time Professor Dumbledore thought he was loyal?"

"If Albus trusted him, then I trust him," Molly said simply.

"But he's a Death Eater; he has been ever since Volde-"

"Fred, stop it. The Order decided that if the Final Battle turned in Voldemort's favour, for Professor Snape to go onto their side, in order to continue his work as a Death Eater in hopes we could regroup at some point, under his discretion. He seems to think that the time has come to do just that, and I for one will be there on the fifteenth." She turned to all of the occupants of the table; "I leave it up to each of you to decide whether or not you come. The fifteenth is in what? Four days? Then you have four days to decide on what you're doing." And then, she went back to her meal, starting to try and feed Abby, who was reaching for the owl with tomato sauce stained fingers.

Fred quieted, stood and left the room, mumbling something about trusting Snape was comparable to signing all their death warrants, and shut the door with quite a loud thud.

Hermione, Charlie and Ginny all sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts. The Order was being brought back, by Snape. Hermione couldn't say that him bringing it back was all that surprising. Next to Dumbledore, very few contributed and risked so much for their cause. But who would come back? Who would want to but wouldn't be able to? So many of their most loyal had been killed in the final battle, both young and old. So many thoughts to mull around in her mind, but one stuck out more than the rest.

Would Abby be safe there? Would she be willing to put her daughter at that kind of risk? The Order was never the safest place when Professor Dumbledore was in charge, but without him, they'd be at even more of a disadvantage than they had been two years ago. Was it truly worth the risk?

She already knew the answer. Yes.

They were in danger here. They had been at danger in Hogwarts. And now they would be in danger at the Snape house. Except there, there would be that many more people to protect her daughter. And she would be able to study magic there. In the muggle world, any magic would send off obvious signals to anyone who looked, but from Snape's house, it would be excepted. It would be ignored.

She could bring her daughter up with magic. She smiled softly at that thought. It had always bothered her that her half-blood daughter would grow up without magic. This would solve that. Yes, it was most definitely worth the risk.

"Mommy? Can I pet the oh-wl?"

~*~

The lights were dim in the small bedroom, both Abby and Molly asleep soundly as Ginny and Hermione sat across from one another, legs crossed and blankets wrapped around them securely. They entire household had been mulling over the idea of a new Order for nearly three days now, and because of that the occupants had been rather subdued, with the excepted of Abby, who demanded to see the owl again.

"Think you'll go?" Ginny was still chewing on her new piercing every so often, her pinkish hair now tied back and her face surprisingly enough without the makeup that so regularly graced her features. Hermione smiled softy; Ginny still resembled the child she had been at Hogwarts, even if she was hidden beneath pink hair and pieces of metal that had been put through her skin.

"Of course I'm going. I feel so useless here, sitting around waiting to see what happens next. 'Sides, I want to see everyone.. everyone who comes at least," Hermione said softly, not wanting to wake her sleeping daughter up.

"Me too. I doubt Fred will go though. He certainly didn't embrace the idea at dinner when the letter came," Ginny said sadly. She had grown up with so many siblings, and now she might loose Fred as well, all because of a stupid suspicion that, in her opinion, was unfounded and unfair.

"He may surprise you Gin, you never know. He just needs some time to get used to the idea. He's just worried, we all are, and for good reason," she said with a second thought.

Ginny nodded blankly, thoughts already drifting. It was so unfair, that Fred might leave to. Not like he had anywhere to go to. None of them had, that's why they all lived with her mother. Things might have been so different had Voldemort's forces not grown so in her fifth and sixth years.

"It's getting late; we should probably get some sleep." Ginny nodded silently, getting up and walking over to her bed. Both girls lay down silently, Ginny turning off the small light they had had on.

" 'Mione?"

"Yea?"

"Do you think this Order will be any more.. successful... than the last? Do you think they'll actually change anything?"

"I hope so, Gin. I hope so. But I know one thing that's for sure."

"What's that?"

"We're all going to give it our damnedest."

~*~

Why the bloody hell was someone bothering him now? He was sleeping, he had a hangover, and it was two o'clock in the bloody morning. And yet, there was that incessant knocking on his door. Grumbling loudly, Severus Snape stumbled out of the bed, murmuring a lumos as he staggered through his room.

"What?" he snarled as he opened the door.

"Uncle, you really look awful, did you know?" Draco Malfoy asked, sweeping past Severus into his rooms and taking a seat.

"How did you get in here?" Severus mumbled, following him in and shutting the door. Walking over, he took out vial and downing it before returning and taking a seat next to Draco.

"Your wards really aren't that complex, Uncle."

Raising his brow, Severus said quite simply, "I'm not your uncle, Draco."

"We've been through this. It's close enough."

Rolling his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and to eliminate his impending headache, he looked at Draco. "You're my father's second cousin's wife's nephew Draco."

"Like I said, close enough."

"Why are you here?"

"I was just stopping by to say hello..."

"That's bullshit Draco. I'm tired, so either explain or leave," Severus snarled. He rarely swore, only when he was very pissed off, very uncomfortable, or, like at this time, extremely tired and irritable.

"Fine, fine. You really need a pepper-up potion, you know-"

"Draco.."

"Sorry. I'm here because of those letters, Uncle."

"What about them?" Severus asked stiffly. Draco had appeared while he had been writing them, otherwise he would have never heard of his plan, nor would have Severus put himself in jeopardy. Draco had never distinguished himself on either side before Voldemort won, only then outwardly expressing his position of loyal little Death Eater.

"Quite intriguing, creating that.. what did you call it? Resistance? Something like that. Anyways, it interests me. What do you plan on accomplishing with this?"

"It's never been imperative of me to let you in on any of my plans. Why should I do so now?"

"You're helping Dumbledore, aren't you?" Draco said, smirking.

"It's just as likely I'm doing it under the Dark Lord's command."

"Then you wouldn't mind me going and asking him about it?"

"What are you getting at, precisely?"

"Fine, fine. I want in on it."

Draco hadn't just said that, had he? Severus had assumed he had still been under his father's careful commands, a puppet to his father's varied strings. Perhaps the Gryffindors weren't the only ones he had underestimated during his time as a professor. Wariness aside, Draco's assistance would be invaluable. Another set of eyes and ears within the Dark Lord's folds, privy to any information Lucius had and what he would be able to gather himself from Voldemort would be more than helpful.

"What did you have in mind?"

The smirk on Draco's face only grew at this. "I know you're not doing this for the Dark Lord. He doesn't even want to recognize that anyone's left to oppose him, let alone the idea they'd conspire against him and organize themselves. So, that leaves two choices. Either you're working for yourself to bring about some quaint little revolutionary group, or you're working under Dumbledore to try and bring 'World Peace' or some other nice little idea like that the old man was always striving for. So, which is it?"

"If I'm not working for the Dark Lord, does it matter in what manner I work against him?"


"Oh, Uncle, it matters very much. You see, some would very much prefer it to work with you, versus under him."

"Who did you have in mind?"

"Yours truly, Uncle dearest."

Raising his brow, both at Draco's proclamation and the sickly sweet name he was just called, Severus remained silent.

"So, what do you say?"

"You do realize just how much trouble you'd be in had I been working for the Dark Lord, don't you?" Severus sighed, "none the less, this is rather interesting."

"Isn't it though?"

"Yes, but it could have waited until morning."

"But I wanted to see you, Uncle," Draco said with another of his patented sickly sweet smiles.

~*~

A/N (again): Thank-you for all the reviews. I love getting reviews, especially ones with criticism and questions. I find it incredibly flattering that a person would spend the time to actually think about my work and ask questions about it and point things out of where I can improve. And I find flames amusing, what can I say?

JOdel: The timing was purposeful. It will become clearer later, but yes, I did mean to time it as such, no mistake. :) The only reason I haven't gone into more detail is because, at this stage of the story, it's just getting into things. I personally love stories where the author doesn't tell all right away.

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