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Read and Review Nothing is My Own ************************************************************************ Chapter Thirty-Four: Order's Business
"It's her, I know it is," Ron accused.
Harry sighed to himself trying to keep his opinion of Ron to himself. He had just walked Cho to her class, and Ron had come with them to 'keep an eye on things.' Ron was completely convinced that nobody was that good on an actress, and her plan against Malfoy was just a decoy to throw the DA off track.
It seemed everyone in the DA had a theory of who did it. The Ravenclaws were blaming the Hufflepuffs. The Hufflepuffs were blaming the Gryffindors, and the Gyrffindors were blaming the Ravenclaws.
Justin and Ernie thought that the Creevy brothers were behind the attacks, and one afternoon they had pulled Harry into a empty classroom and presented an abundance of circumstantial evidence towards their case.
Michael Corner and Terry Boot were blaming Zach Smith, their reasoning was that he had never been truly loyal to the group since the beginning.
Ron, Seamus, Pavarti and Lavender had gotten together and concluded it could be no one other than Cho Chang, who (according to them) was in love with Draco Malfoy. Everyone had a theory, but nobody had any proof.
"Harry, don't you agree it could be your girlfriend?" Ron pushing, noticing Harry was ignoring him.
"No, I don't think it's Cho," Harry replied flatly, "I just wished I had some idea of who it is. If Purebloods United has the cloak and the map, than we've completely lost the upper hand."
"Not to mention two of your most prized possessions," Ron added, as if Harry needed to be reminded of it.
"Come on mate, you saw the way she was carrying on with Malfoy in the Great Hall that night. What if she really fell for him and they orchestrated this whole shenanigans to sabotage the mission," Ron continued.
"Ron, don't use word too large for you to know the meanings of," Hermione interrupted joining them as they passed by.
Ron looked like he was fixing to protest but didn't.
"All I know is there are only six of my friends I can trust right now, and Cho is one of those people," Harry spat.
"Am I one?" Ron asked concerned.
"Idiot," Hermione muttered, before turning to Harry, "so you trust Neville, Ginny and Luna too?"
"I think last year in the Ministry proved I can trust them," Harry confirmed.
"So we have a secret meeting, just the five of us," Hermione suggested.
"You mean six?" Harry questioned.
She sighed looking at Ron apprehensively, "I hate saying it, but Ron has a point. It is a bit odd how well Cho acted with Malfoy. I'm not saying I suspect her, I'm just saying it's suspicious."
"You're the one who told me not to worry, that Cho was only acting to like Malfoy for the DA. Doesn't that prove loyalty?" Harry snapped back.
"Things change Harry, right now nobody is above suspicion. You said it yourself, we can't afford to make any mistakes. Especially right now that we don't have the upper hand," Hermione argued back.
Harry clinched his fist, "it isn't your cloak and map that were stolen!"
"Harry, quit being such a selfish prat. This is bigger than your invisibility cloak or your Marauder map!" Hermione continued, raising her voice slightly.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA!" Harry screamed, with a mad look gleaming from behind his green eyes.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS, BUT YOU BETTER FIGURE IT OUT SOON!" Hermione warned before storming away.
Ron gave a shrug and jogged after the fuming Hermione.
Harry was on his way to the Great Hall when the idea of lunch didn't seems so wonderful anymore, instead the extra weight hidden in his satchel lured him away from his fellow students, into the shadows of the Room of Requirements.
He snuck in quietly, betting on the assumption, nobody used this room during the day. After what happened last time in the Gyrffindor tower, he decided he couldn't take that chance. Slowly he took a seat at a desk and pulled the ancient looking book from his bag.
"Go on, do something," he taunted at it.
The book did nothing. Frustrated he opened the pages, "I want to talk." Still, the book did nothing.
"Are you refusing to talk to me until I look into the pensive?" Harry questioned, starting to feel a surge of pinned up anger rising.
He flung the motionless book off the table while choking out a few choice words. The one time he actually wanted to talk to the stupid book and it wasn't responding.
"Harry, what are you doing in here?" he asked himself before letting his head fall into the wood of the desk. He let the entire hour and fifteen minuets pass before gathering his things and heading down to the grounds for Care of Magical Creatures.
Hermione had added a little extra boost to the glass shattering charm she had used on Cho's window to break the Dragon egg, and Harry's group was hard a work learning all the different parts.
"Now, any of ye know how comes a dragon spits fire?" Hagrid asked.
Hermione's hand shot up as it always did, "their diet of fur sticks and cattolopious weeds react violently when mixed together, and over time the dragon had evolved to harness his reaction and use it as a self defense weapon."
"Very good Hermione, fifteen points for Gyrffindor," Hagrid awarded, causing Hermione to grin.
"Hagrid," called Professor McGonagall coming up the courtyard with Professor O'Riley and Professor Snape close behind her. All of them had a look of worry on their face.
"Hagrid, you need to dismiss your class at once, it's happened," McGonagall said suddenly, causing Hagrids face to drop as well.
"What's happened?" Harry voiced suddenly.
"None of your concern Mr. Potter, you students need to return to the castle this instance," McGonagall said sternly, indicating she didn't want to be asked questions at that moment.
The professors ushered the students back into the castle quickly then disappeared down the opposite corridor.
"It makes no sense, I haven't felt the anything from my scar to indicated Voldemort is up to something," Harry argued.
Hermione sighed, "maybe your getting better at your Occlemency, maybe you're learning to block Voldemort out of your mind."
"Or maybe he's blocking me out," Harry countered.
The students were all suspicious of the teachers since only Professor Sprout and Professor Trelawney were at dinner, and Trelawney never came to dinner.
"Where are all the teachers?" Harry asked the obvious.
"I don't know," Hermione replied worried, "but something isn't right, they wouldn't all just disappear like this."
Harry sighed, "I'm suppose to have Occlemency with Professor O'Riley tonight."
"Did she tell you not to come?" Ron asked.
"No, I'm going to go to see if she's there, maybe I can get an idea of what's going on," Harry answered rising from his seat.
He knew good and well that the defense Professor wouldn't be in her office, but another reason also lured him. If his Professor was gone, then he could look into the Pensive again.
The classroom door was unlocked, by chance, but Harry didn't even bother calling out. He walked up the small stairs towards the office and wiggled the handle, locked.
"Alohamora," he whispered pointing his wand at the handle.
The room was empty, as he knew it would be. In the corner sat his prize, his parents pensive, which he was forbidden from looking into. He inched closer and closer to it, clearing his mind of everything but one thought, "how to destroy Voldemort."
Suddenly the fireplace erupted into a swirl of green flames, causing Harry to jump in suddenly. Out of the fire stepped Remus Lupin, who looked nearly as shocked as Harry did.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Uh, Professor, I mean Remus," Harry fumbled, "I had Occlemency with Professor O'Riley tonight."
"Did she not lock her office door?" Remus continued, examining the handle.
"No, I figured she had just stepped out for a minuet," Harry lied.
Remus nodded, "well, I'm guessing your lesson is cancelled, she's out on Order business tonight."
Remus walked over to Professor O'Riley desk and turned up a vial of purple liquid.
"What are you doing here tonight?" Harry asked finally.
"I guess you don't keep up with the cycles of the moon. It's a full moon tonight Harry. Dumbledore feels that this is the safest place for my transformation," Remus confessed.
"Is that the Wolf Bane potion you just drank?" Harry continued.
Remus smiled, "unless Snape is trying to poison me, yes."
The fire place again erupted taking Harry, but not Remus off guard.
"Stupid I tell you, we shouldn't be using the Floo network, it's too dangerous," Mad-eye Moody croaked as he stepped out of the fire.
"Potter, what are you doing in here. You should be in your house dormitory where it is safe tonight," he spat after looking around the room with his magical eye, "no telling what is watching you though these walls."
"Yes sir, I had an appointment with Professor O'Riley tonight," Harry repeated.
"I've already questioned him Moody," Remus offered.
"Yes, but how do you know it's really Harry? That Crouch pretended to be me for an entire school year. Hogwarts isn't as safe as Dumbledore would like to believe," Moody croaked again.
Madeye approached Harry examining him with his wild eye, "ah Potter, where is the headquarter to the Order?"
Harry started to answer, but Moody lifted his hand to silence him.
"Potter have you learned nothing! You never tell anyone that!" Moody barked, "constant vigilance, always be on your guard."
Harry sighed in frustration and gave Remus a reproached look.
"You best be getting back to your house," Remus told him, "I'll tell Professor O'Riley you were here."
"Yea, I think one of your friends might need you tonight, with everything that happened today," Moody revealed.
"What happened," Harry pushed hoping something might slip.
Moody nodded, "you'll be finding out soon enough, now go Potter. Even watching a tame werewolf transform can be disturbing."
Little did Moody know that Harry had seen a werewolf transform, but it wasn't tame, at that time. He kept trying to guess what Mad-eye's riddle was talking about. Who would need him tonight? He had already concluded that if Remus was attacked it would be during the full moon, when he was at his weakest. So, it gave him some peace of mind to know that Remus Lupin was going to be in Hogwarts with Mad-eye Moody, where it was safe.
"Whomping Willow," Harry muttered as he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Mr. Potter, bad news has traveled to our home this dark evening," she informed him before opening.
Hermione, Pavarti and Lavender were on the couch with Ginny who was crying hysterically. Her swollen red face was the same shade as her Weasley hair.
"What happened?" Harry asked walking over to them.
Hermione shook her head, "it's Percy."
Pavarti rose from her place and drug Harry to a corner of the room by his arm.
"There was an attack at the Ministry of Magic, that is where the Professor were. Apparently several ministry members were killed, and some joined he must not be named," she whispered.
"What happened with Percy Weasley?" Harry pushed.
Pavarti bit her lip, "nothing is for sure yet, but he is one of the ones who turned. The ministry official are saying he killed five ministry workers."
"What?" Harry was in shock.
"He didn't turn, he wouldn't do that," Ginny cried, "it has to be the Imperio curse."
"Where is Ron?"
Pavarti nodded towards the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. He nodded and started walking to the stairs before Pavarti grabbed his arm again.
"Listen I know things aren't really good between me and you right now, but I know the Weasleys are like family to you," she lowered her head, "I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
"Thanks," Harry said softly, appreciative of her gesture.
She leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before heading back over to the couch where the girls were trying to comfort Ginny.
Seamus, Dean and Neville were sitting outside the door chatting to themselves when Harry walked up.
"I wouldn't go in there mate, he's in a rage!" Seamus warned.
Harry grinned before going though the door, "Ron, are you okay?"
"GO AWAY! Stupid git, he deserves what happened," Ron spat, swiping the back of his hand across his face to conceal his tears.
"If he's under the Imperio curse than it isn't his fault," Harry offered.
"WHAT! He killed five people today! I don't care if it was the Imperio curse or not, it unforgivable," Ron argued.
"Exactly, unforgivable. Percy may be a the biggest prat on the face of the planet, but he's no Death Eater. Whatever made him do what he did today has to be powerful," Harry continued.
"I hope Voldemort kills him and makes him suffer," Ron spat as tears began streaming down his face.
Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a brotherly hug, "remember, you still have five brothers."
Ron tried to restrain his sobs, "he's going to kill him isn't he? I'm never going to see Percy again."
"You can't give up. Percy is a Weasley, and I've never known a Weasley to go down without a fight," Harry said proudly, meaning every word.
Read and Review Nothing is My Own ************************************************************************ Chapter Thirty-Four: Order's Business
"It's her, I know it is," Ron accused.
Harry sighed to himself trying to keep his opinion of Ron to himself. He had just walked Cho to her class, and Ron had come with them to 'keep an eye on things.' Ron was completely convinced that nobody was that good on an actress, and her plan against Malfoy was just a decoy to throw the DA off track.
It seemed everyone in the DA had a theory of who did it. The Ravenclaws were blaming the Hufflepuffs. The Hufflepuffs were blaming the Gryffindors, and the Gyrffindors were blaming the Ravenclaws.
Justin and Ernie thought that the Creevy brothers were behind the attacks, and one afternoon they had pulled Harry into a empty classroom and presented an abundance of circumstantial evidence towards their case.
Michael Corner and Terry Boot were blaming Zach Smith, their reasoning was that he had never been truly loyal to the group since the beginning.
Ron, Seamus, Pavarti and Lavender had gotten together and concluded it could be no one other than Cho Chang, who (according to them) was in love with Draco Malfoy. Everyone had a theory, but nobody had any proof.
"Harry, don't you agree it could be your girlfriend?" Ron pushing, noticing Harry was ignoring him.
"No, I don't think it's Cho," Harry replied flatly, "I just wished I had some idea of who it is. If Purebloods United has the cloak and the map, than we've completely lost the upper hand."
"Not to mention two of your most prized possessions," Ron added, as if Harry needed to be reminded of it.
"Come on mate, you saw the way she was carrying on with Malfoy in the Great Hall that night. What if she really fell for him and they orchestrated this whole shenanigans to sabotage the mission," Ron continued.
"Ron, don't use word too large for you to know the meanings of," Hermione interrupted joining them as they passed by.
Ron looked like he was fixing to protest but didn't.
"All I know is there are only six of my friends I can trust right now, and Cho is one of those people," Harry spat.
"Am I one?" Ron asked concerned.
"Idiot," Hermione muttered, before turning to Harry, "so you trust Neville, Ginny and Luna too?"
"I think last year in the Ministry proved I can trust them," Harry confirmed.
"So we have a secret meeting, just the five of us," Hermione suggested.
"You mean six?" Harry questioned.
She sighed looking at Ron apprehensively, "I hate saying it, but Ron has a point. It is a bit odd how well Cho acted with Malfoy. I'm not saying I suspect her, I'm just saying it's suspicious."
"You're the one who told me not to worry, that Cho was only acting to like Malfoy for the DA. Doesn't that prove loyalty?" Harry snapped back.
"Things change Harry, right now nobody is above suspicion. You said it yourself, we can't afford to make any mistakes. Especially right now that we don't have the upper hand," Hermione argued back.
Harry clinched his fist, "it isn't your cloak and map that were stolen!"
"Harry, quit being such a selfish prat. This is bigger than your invisibility cloak or your Marauder map!" Hermione continued, raising her voice slightly.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA!" Harry screamed, with a mad look gleaming from behind his green eyes.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS, BUT YOU BETTER FIGURE IT OUT SOON!" Hermione warned before storming away.
Ron gave a shrug and jogged after the fuming Hermione.
Harry was on his way to the Great Hall when the idea of lunch didn't seems so wonderful anymore, instead the extra weight hidden in his satchel lured him away from his fellow students, into the shadows of the Room of Requirements.
He snuck in quietly, betting on the assumption, nobody used this room during the day. After what happened last time in the Gyrffindor tower, he decided he couldn't take that chance. Slowly he took a seat at a desk and pulled the ancient looking book from his bag.
"Go on, do something," he taunted at it.
The book did nothing. Frustrated he opened the pages, "I want to talk." Still, the book did nothing.
"Are you refusing to talk to me until I look into the pensive?" Harry questioned, starting to feel a surge of pinned up anger rising.
He flung the motionless book off the table while choking out a few choice words. The one time he actually wanted to talk to the stupid book and it wasn't responding.
"Harry, what are you doing in here?" he asked himself before letting his head fall into the wood of the desk. He let the entire hour and fifteen minuets pass before gathering his things and heading down to the grounds for Care of Magical Creatures.
Hermione had added a little extra boost to the glass shattering charm she had used on Cho's window to break the Dragon egg, and Harry's group was hard a work learning all the different parts.
"Now, any of ye know how comes a dragon spits fire?" Hagrid asked.
Hermione's hand shot up as it always did, "their diet of fur sticks and cattolopious weeds react violently when mixed together, and over time the dragon had evolved to harness his reaction and use it as a self defense weapon."
"Very good Hermione, fifteen points for Gyrffindor," Hagrid awarded, causing Hermione to grin.
"Hagrid," called Professor McGonagall coming up the courtyard with Professor O'Riley and Professor Snape close behind her. All of them had a look of worry on their face.
"Hagrid, you need to dismiss your class at once, it's happened," McGonagall said suddenly, causing Hagrids face to drop as well.
"What's happened?" Harry voiced suddenly.
"None of your concern Mr. Potter, you students need to return to the castle this instance," McGonagall said sternly, indicating she didn't want to be asked questions at that moment.
The professors ushered the students back into the castle quickly then disappeared down the opposite corridor.
"It makes no sense, I haven't felt the anything from my scar to indicated Voldemort is up to something," Harry argued.
Hermione sighed, "maybe your getting better at your Occlemency, maybe you're learning to block Voldemort out of your mind."
"Or maybe he's blocking me out," Harry countered.
The students were all suspicious of the teachers since only Professor Sprout and Professor Trelawney were at dinner, and Trelawney never came to dinner.
"Where are all the teachers?" Harry asked the obvious.
"I don't know," Hermione replied worried, "but something isn't right, they wouldn't all just disappear like this."
Harry sighed, "I'm suppose to have Occlemency with Professor O'Riley tonight."
"Did she tell you not to come?" Ron asked.
"No, I'm going to go to see if she's there, maybe I can get an idea of what's going on," Harry answered rising from his seat.
He knew good and well that the defense Professor wouldn't be in her office, but another reason also lured him. If his Professor was gone, then he could look into the Pensive again.
The classroom door was unlocked, by chance, but Harry didn't even bother calling out. He walked up the small stairs towards the office and wiggled the handle, locked.
"Alohamora," he whispered pointing his wand at the handle.
The room was empty, as he knew it would be. In the corner sat his prize, his parents pensive, which he was forbidden from looking into. He inched closer and closer to it, clearing his mind of everything but one thought, "how to destroy Voldemort."
Suddenly the fireplace erupted into a swirl of green flames, causing Harry to jump in suddenly. Out of the fire stepped Remus Lupin, who looked nearly as shocked as Harry did.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Uh, Professor, I mean Remus," Harry fumbled, "I had Occlemency with Professor O'Riley tonight."
"Did she not lock her office door?" Remus continued, examining the handle.
"No, I figured she had just stepped out for a minuet," Harry lied.
Remus nodded, "well, I'm guessing your lesson is cancelled, she's out on Order business tonight."
Remus walked over to Professor O'Riley desk and turned up a vial of purple liquid.
"What are you doing here tonight?" Harry asked finally.
"I guess you don't keep up with the cycles of the moon. It's a full moon tonight Harry. Dumbledore feels that this is the safest place for my transformation," Remus confessed.
"Is that the Wolf Bane potion you just drank?" Harry continued.
Remus smiled, "unless Snape is trying to poison me, yes."
The fire place again erupted taking Harry, but not Remus off guard.
"Stupid I tell you, we shouldn't be using the Floo network, it's too dangerous," Mad-eye Moody croaked as he stepped out of the fire.
"Potter, what are you doing in here. You should be in your house dormitory where it is safe tonight," he spat after looking around the room with his magical eye, "no telling what is watching you though these walls."
"Yes sir, I had an appointment with Professor O'Riley tonight," Harry repeated.
"I've already questioned him Moody," Remus offered.
"Yes, but how do you know it's really Harry? That Crouch pretended to be me for an entire school year. Hogwarts isn't as safe as Dumbledore would like to believe," Moody croaked again.
Madeye approached Harry examining him with his wild eye, "ah Potter, where is the headquarter to the Order?"
Harry started to answer, but Moody lifted his hand to silence him.
"Potter have you learned nothing! You never tell anyone that!" Moody barked, "constant vigilance, always be on your guard."
Harry sighed in frustration and gave Remus a reproached look.
"You best be getting back to your house," Remus told him, "I'll tell Professor O'Riley you were here."
"Yea, I think one of your friends might need you tonight, with everything that happened today," Moody revealed.
"What happened," Harry pushed hoping something might slip.
Moody nodded, "you'll be finding out soon enough, now go Potter. Even watching a tame werewolf transform can be disturbing."
Little did Moody know that Harry had seen a werewolf transform, but it wasn't tame, at that time. He kept trying to guess what Mad-eye's riddle was talking about. Who would need him tonight? He had already concluded that if Remus was attacked it would be during the full moon, when he was at his weakest. So, it gave him some peace of mind to know that Remus Lupin was going to be in Hogwarts with Mad-eye Moody, where it was safe.
"Whomping Willow," Harry muttered as he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Mr. Potter, bad news has traveled to our home this dark evening," she informed him before opening.
Hermione, Pavarti and Lavender were on the couch with Ginny who was crying hysterically. Her swollen red face was the same shade as her Weasley hair.
"What happened?" Harry asked walking over to them.
Hermione shook her head, "it's Percy."
Pavarti rose from her place and drug Harry to a corner of the room by his arm.
"There was an attack at the Ministry of Magic, that is where the Professor were. Apparently several ministry members were killed, and some joined he must not be named," she whispered.
"What happened with Percy Weasley?" Harry pushed.
Pavarti bit her lip, "nothing is for sure yet, but he is one of the ones who turned. The ministry official are saying he killed five ministry workers."
"What?" Harry was in shock.
"He didn't turn, he wouldn't do that," Ginny cried, "it has to be the Imperio curse."
"Where is Ron?"
Pavarti nodded towards the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. He nodded and started walking to the stairs before Pavarti grabbed his arm again.
"Listen I know things aren't really good between me and you right now, but I know the Weasleys are like family to you," she lowered her head, "I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
"Thanks," Harry said softly, appreciative of her gesture.
She leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before heading back over to the couch where the girls were trying to comfort Ginny.
Seamus, Dean and Neville were sitting outside the door chatting to themselves when Harry walked up.
"I wouldn't go in there mate, he's in a rage!" Seamus warned.
Harry grinned before going though the door, "Ron, are you okay?"
"GO AWAY! Stupid git, he deserves what happened," Ron spat, swiping the back of his hand across his face to conceal his tears.
"If he's under the Imperio curse than it isn't his fault," Harry offered.
"WHAT! He killed five people today! I don't care if it was the Imperio curse or not, it unforgivable," Ron argued.
"Exactly, unforgivable. Percy may be a the biggest prat on the face of the planet, but he's no Death Eater. Whatever made him do what he did today has to be powerful," Harry continued.
"I hope Voldemort kills him and makes him suffer," Ron spat as tears began streaming down his face.
Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a brotherly hug, "remember, you still have five brothers."
Ron tried to restrain his sobs, "he's going to kill him isn't he? I'm never going to see Percy again."
"You can't give up. Percy is a Weasley, and I've never known a Weasley to go down without a fight," Harry said proudly, meaning every word.