TROUBLE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD

"Did you feel that?" Harry asked. She nodded without saying a word. She quickly grabbed for her wand and stood up. The hawk jumped from her desk to her shoulder where it silently rested. "What was it?" He managed to ask before she shushed him.

"Stay close behind me, Harry." She said as the ground rumbled again. He did as he was told and they slowly walked out of her office. Harry's ears filled with murmurs of the students and staff, which made him let out a long sigh; they weren't the only ones who felt it. He was beginning to think that he was going crazy.

"Get back into your dormitories!" He heard Professor McGonagall yell to the students who had left the dormitories to examine what was going on. Harry saw her standing on the marble staircase, her tartan dressing gown looking as if she had put it on in a hurry. He saw her slowly turn to see a worried look on her face.

"Minerva!" Professor Bronte called to her. Professor McGonagall looked at the younger woman with pure terror, never noticing that Harry was close behind her and the hawk now gliding overhead. "Minerva, what's going on?" Another rumble shook the school, this time knocking them off balance, but they did not fall.

Professor McGonagall got her balance back before answering. "I'm not sure, but it can't be anything good." She finally noticed Harry standing behind Professor Bronte. "Potter, what are you doing out of bed? Get up to your dormitory!" She then began to walk down to the entrance hall, followed by Professor Bronte and Harry.

"It's my fault Minerva." Professor Bronte said.

"You?"

"Yes. Me. You have no one to blame but me. Harry was helping me with something."

"Helping you? At three o'clock in the morning?" The younger woman paused for a moment before answering, but there was no need. "Nikolett, I am surprised at you. You know better than that!"

"Yes I know, I guess time just flew by." That wasn't a lie. Neither she nor Harry had noticed the time flying by as she informed him about what his godfather was like when he was at school.

"Very well, Potter, up to your dormitory!"

"Actually, Minerva, I think he should stay here for the time being." That came from Dumbledore who was heading down the marble staircase toward them, but another rumble shook the school and he was thrown about a bit before he reached them.

"Professor, do you think it's wise to keep the students inside the dormitories?" Professor Bronte asked.

"As a matter of fact I do, Nikolett. They shall be safe in there. Hogwarts is strong and a few minor shakes will not bring her down."

"Yes, but these are no minor shakes, Professor. There are no earthquakes around Hogwarts. There never have been." He looked at her with a grave face. "These aren't earthquakes, are they?"

"No. I suggest that you all follow me." He headed into the Great Hall where Professor Snape was waiting for him. Harry saw a sneer come to the Potion's Master's face as he laid eyes on the boy.

"Headmaster, this isn't safe for the boy."

"He must come, Severus." Dumbledore said, without looking at Snape whatsoever. Dumbledore walked to the back of the Great Hall, took a right when he approached the table where the teachers sat, and entered the little room in the corner. "We must all hurry, now." He said, making sure that they were all still with him. Harry's eyes went wide when he saw the rest of the DA standing inside the little room.

"Ron, Hermione, what—"

"There is no time for that, Harry." Dumbledore said, looking at each person in turn. "There is trouble in the wizarding world. Voldemort's army is at full strength and they have begun terrorizing those in wizarding communities. That is what we are feeling. They are in Hogsmeade at this moment, where the other members of the Order are, but they are in need of help, themselves. That is why I called all of you here, so late."

"You mean, we're going to fight Voldemort's army?" Neville squeaked, his eyes wide with shock.

"You all are more than ready. I have never been more proud of a group a students… Now, we must hurry to the Three Broomsticks, which is our safe-house for the moment. There is enough Floo Powder for all of us to go in groups of two. Dean, Seamus, you two are up first." He said, pointing his wand at the fireplace, creating a welcoming fire to travel by.

Two-by-two, the large group of witches and wizards traveled to the Order's safe-house. Harry was made to travel with Professor Snape, which both detested, but agreed for Dumbledore's sake. Professor Bronte was about to step into the fire, but Dumbledore stopped her. "Nikolett, I know that this is hard for you…" He began, but she interrupted him.

"Whatever I have to do to stop Voldemort from hurting some other child, I will do it. He ordered my mother killed and I will make sure that he regrets it."

"This has nothing to do with revenge."

"No, it doesn't. But it will." He saw an evil glint in her eyes as she took a hand-full of Floo Powder and threw it into the fire. "The Three Broomsticks!" She said, loud and very clear. Soon she was gone in a swish of green flames.