Chapter 14 
Harry paced nervously across the small classroom that had been chosen for the prefects' meeting place.
He had assumed the meeting would be cancelled, but because no one had said so, all of the prefects
were gathered there, awaiting Professor Dumbledore's arrival.
There's no way he'll come, Harry thought to himself. Not after what happened this afternoon...
Sighing to himself, he sat down in one of the old desks that filled the small, crowded classroom.
Ron and Hermione were already seated, staring at the blackboard and listening to the chatter that
filled the room. Harry looked around him. A boy from Hufflepuff that Harry didn't know had been chosen
to be Head Boy and, much to his dismay, Cho Chang had been chosen Head Girl. Although he was happy to
have been chosen to be a prefect, he secretly hoped that he wouldn't have to spend much time around
Cho... after their relationship last year, things were still weird. His thoughts were interrupted as
the classroom door creaked open. Professor McGonagall entered, a stern expression on her face.

"As the Headmaster has some urgent business to attend to, I have been sent to supervise this year's 
first prefect meeting," she said, taking a seat at the desk at the front of the room. "Tonight, we will
be choosing the dates for Hogsmeade trips and will be considering a suggestion that many students 
have brought up about having a Halloween dance after our traditional Halloween feast..." As interested
in being a prefect as he was, Harry couldn't help but let his mind drift. Would he even be allowed to
go to Hogsmeade anymore? Why did it seem like he was always trapped? All Dumbledore ever told him
was 'stay inside, don't get into trouble.' Even when he did this, bad stuff still seemed to happen!
He was sick and tired of staying inside and being good, tired of having the prophesy hanging over his 
head day and night. The sooner he could kill Voldemort, the better... then maybe his life would be
normal for once. He would be just like everyone else! 

He was suddenly startled by a jab in his side from Hermione. "Pay attention!" she hissed. McGonagall
seemed not to have noticed that his mind was elsewhere. 

"All right, now that we have chosen dates for Hogsmeade, we will move on to Halloween celebrations..."
Harry felt a bit guilty. He HAD been chosen as a prefect, he knew he would have these duties. He
decided to give another attempt to listen, tuning in again to Professor McGonagall's voice.

"I believe many students would enjoy another dance like the one that was held two years ago, and we 
have had approximately 30 students approach us about this idea. I personally do not appreciate these
affairs, but as Professor Dumbledore believes it would be beneficial to the student body... Well,
a dance would take lots of preparation and planning. If we were to have one, who would like to be
on the committee to plan it?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately, as did most of the girls in the room.
She sent a scathing glance in Ron's direction, and he hurriedly raised his hand too. She turned to
Harry and gave him a stern look; he halfheartedly raised his hand also, although the prospect of another
dance scared him slightly. At least this time he wouldn't be forced to get a date; he could just stay
in his room and do homework if he really wanted to.

Professor McGonagall jotted down the names on a piece of parchment. "Okay then, that settles it. We
will have a dance on Halloween, directly after the feast. I will look into finding a band and I will
tell you at our next prefect's meeting, which will take place..." Harry's mind was wandering again.
A dance. Why did there have to be a dance? They had never had a Halloween dance before, never... Looking
up, he noticed that the other students were beginning to file out of the room. Shaking his head to 
clear it, he stood up and gathered his things, following Ron and Hermione out of the room. 

"Ron," he asked, "I didn't notice, who is the other prefect that got chosen for our year?" Ron grinned
and began to snicker.

"Your girlfriend from Potions," he said laughing. Harry blushed furiously.

"Whaddaya mean?? I don't even know her," he mumbled angrily.

"Who would we happen to be talking about?" Hermione asked calmly.

"Blondie, right up there," Ron replied, pointing to the girl walking down the hall in front of them. 
Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Her name is Rachel, for your information. She's in Hufflepuff." Hermione said. Ron frowned, looking
confused.

"How come she's never been in our Potions class before?" he asked. Hermione laughed.

"Well, since we've always had Potions with the Slytherins before this year and she is in Hufflepuff, 
I think that would explain it pretty well..." she answered sarcastically. Ron looked embarassed.

"Oh.. yeah..." He mumbled. Harry laughed at him, glad that the conversation had moved on from Rachel
herself. He didn't need another person to follow him around, worshipping him like the Creevy brothers
did.

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Adele Fleur lay unmoving on the cold cement floor. To any normal bystander, it would seem that she was
talking to herself; however, in her mind, she could hear Sirius and talk back to him because of her
powers as an Anteawenan.

"So..." she said to Sirius, still trying to sort through all of the new information she had heard about
the prophesy, "Whatever happened to Lily and James? Why aren't they taking care of Harry? Are they out
on Order business?" There was a pause.

"Adele," Sirius' voice answered. "You never heard about Lily and James?" 

"Er.. no... " she replied, confused. 

"I will explain," came another voice, this one quieter and more smooth than Sirius'.

"JAMES??" Adele cried. "You're dead?? What's going on?"

"Lily and I were killed nearly a week after your family was attacked. Voldemort could not kill Harry;
he was left with a scar on his forehead, the 'marking as an equal' part of the prophesy." Adele's mind
was swimming with thoughts. Everything has changed so much, she thought wearily. Maybe I 
should have stayed inside the wizarding world for the past 15 years, at least then I would have 
known a little of what was going on...
"I'm so sorry, James," she whispered. "I should have been there for Harry. I should have taken care of
him..."

"Adele, there is nothing you could have done to change it. It was fated to happen," said a soothing
female voice.

"Lily! Oh, Lily, I wish you were here right now. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do anymore, You-
Know-Who has me right where he wants me... I'll be joining you all very soon, I'm sure..."

"Not just yet, Adele. There are still tasks that you must accomplish before you pass into the afterlife."
Lily's voice answered.

"What are they?" Adele asked, on the verge of tears, knowing very well that Lily could not answer.

"I cannot say for certain. But the prophesy will eventually come true, fate always wins..."

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The Order of the Phoenix meeting that took place that night at Number 12 Grimmauld Place was a hectic
affair. Standing up and raising his hands, Dumbledore silenced the hurried whispers that filled the
room.

"This meeting will come to order. The first order of business is the disappearance of Ms. Adele Fleur-"
The silence between the members was broken by an unsteady sob from Remus Lupin. Wiping his eyes, he
look blearily up at Dumbledore.

"Sorry," he whispered. Dumbledore continued.

"As I informed you this afternoon, Ms. Fleur has disappeared. We are still awaiting Severus' arrival
to this meeting, until then I am not sure as to what the correct course of action should be. However,
my suspicions are that she has been taken by Voldemort. A rescue mission will not take place until
I have full details of her whereabouts." Remus stood up angrily.

"You're just going to let him have her? Let her suffer? Does she even know what's going on? What if-"

"Remus," Dumbledore said gently. "She cannot die. It is impossible, unless Harry Potter is physically
near her."

"So I'm sure she's being tortured! Probably right now she's in more pain than is possible for any
other human!" Dumbledore cringed.

"I'm afraid that this may be so. However, until we know for sure, we cannot rush in. We cannot risk
this, Remus. Harry Potter must be kept away while we are rescuing her. Please Remus," he added gently,
"this is hard on all of us. Don't make it worse than it has to be." Nodding, Remus returned to his
seat, somewhat sheepishly, glancing around at the other Order members. "Our next order of business,"
Dumbledore began, "will be to-"

He stopped abruptly as a loud bang was heard in the foyer. Loud voices and screams could be heard.
Holding up a hand to motion that the members of the Order should stay seated, he walked quickly
to the door. Opening it, Mrs. Black's voice filled the kitchen.

"FILTHY MUDBLOODS, SCUM OF THE EARTH, HOW DARE YOU DISHONOR THE MOST NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK-"

Leaving the kitchen, Dumbledore returned in a few minutes after silencing the portrait along with a 
very harassed looking Severus Snape beside him.

"Goddamn picture..." he mumbled as he strode haughtily over to his seat. 

"You're getting quite good at these dramatic entrances, aren't you, Severus?" Tonks asked, grinning.
He shot her a death glare. Dumbledore cleared his throat and they both looked up.

"Adele Fleur?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. Snape stood up quickly but gracefully.

"She is being held inside of one of the Dark Lord's most protected chambers. It is possible to reach
her; however, it must be done quickly. Within the next hour." The Order members gasped.

"An hour, Severus? That's a little too short, I don't know if we can organize anything that fast..."
Arthur Weasley said hesitantly, frowning and scratching his chin.

"We have no choice," Snape replied defiantly. "It is now or never. Within an hour, they will have 
installed protection to keep us out." Dumbledore surveyed the Order members gravely.

"Then it must be done."



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