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The Order.


After taking the girls down to the bus stop, and waiting until they got in the bus, Ginny returned to her office. Tonks and Fred were waiting in the lobby, expectant to know what was so important.

"What's wrong Gin?" asked Fred, looking at his sister. "Is it the McCain deal?"

"No, I set him straight. They still don't suspect a thing. We'll be done with that guy before he ever realizes he was conned." Ginny said with a smile on her lips. "No, you wont believe this. It was Corner. There's an Order meeting."

Tonks and Fred looked thunderstruck. "An Order meet? After all these years?" said Fred, incredulously.

"Who called it?" asked Tonks curiously.

"I don't know" said Ginny. Corner isn't even the one supposed to call us, Ron or Hermione are our links. Michael just wanted to check the address.

"Are you sure it's a valid meet then? I mean, the last time we all convened was over 8 years ago, and we agreed that that was a fiasco. We were agreed that there was nothing else left we could do."

"Yeah, but maybe something has changed." Countered Fred. "That was the reason we kept the phone chain alive."

Ok, let's go, " said Ginny. "But if this is Madame March, wanting to ask for why her toadspawn stew isn't bubbling, like the last time, I'm going to dunk her in it." said Ginny in a half-growl.

Doubt it would be March, she passed away 3 years ago, but it could be another old decrepit witch." Said Fred "In any case, It'll be a reunion of sorts. I wonder what all the others are doing."


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The 3rd basement of the building at 17-27, Rose St. was never busy. Most of the owners of the large underground areas used them as long-term storage, and there was rarely ever anybody going there, while more then two occupants appear in the same day hadn't happened in years. Yet today, a lot of people were coming down the elevator that went down to the 3rd level. The security team of the building has orders to inform the owners of the floor in case of any activity that is out of the ordinary, like this, for safety reasons. The building's security chief hasn't however, called anyone. In fact the building's security chief is presently standing in front of a door down at the 3rd basement greeting people into a huge room, where over 200 chairs are arranged in rows. The security chief had in fact given orders that this was a meeting that was within normal work parameters, and that no calls needed to be made. Being the caretaker of the Order's headquarters was an aspect of Ron Weasley's job that he hadn't needed to exercise for over 8 years. This had been the reason he had originally taken the post of security in this building, but he had long since hoped that there would be no more need to use this place. He greeted the people that entered the room. Some of them he recognized, some of them old friends he shook their hand, and some were totally unknown to him. It seemed that a lot of people too young to have been in the order the last time had come to the meeting.
After a while the groups of people coming out the elevator stopped coming, while the room got quite full. Ron counted about 150 people all together. He walked over to his wife, and asked her " Are we expecting any more?"

"Well, all the ones that confirmed have arrived, or sent someone in their stead, We have about 20-30 people that I never seen before. Young ones, weren't old enough the last time," said Hermione. "We better start this. If anybody's late we'll tell him or her afterwards."

"Right. That reminds me, I'll have to call Fred, Ginny and Tonks afterwards. " said Ron.

Ron went and closed the door to the large room that was buzzing by the small talk of people that hadn't met for years. He returned to his chair next to Hermione at the table. Hermione called for silence.

"I hereby call to order this meeting of the Order of Hedwig!" she sat up, looking at the gathered crowd. "In beginning I want to thank all you old friends who answered the call for a meeting after all these years. I'd also like to welcome the newer generation of people that are here for the first time. I thank you. As you all know, we agreed not to call a meeting unless there was a new development in - -" she looked at a young man, who got up from his seat at the second row. "Yes?"

The young man straightened up. "Angus Abercrombie." He coughed. "I'm here representing my parents and my brother Euan." He looked unaccustomed to public speech, but he took a breath and he carried on.

"I believe I am also speaking for a number of us here." He looked around. "I was in my first year at Hogwarts when we were all unmade. There are some people here that were even younger and never even went to a wizarding school. We all went to muggle schools and lead a normal muggle life now." His voice became stronger. "We have accepted life as muggles and I for one don't really care to remember a fantastic life I never knew, and I'll never have. I came here tonight, admittedly curious to know what this meeting is about, but I also came to figure out why this Order is still around. I want to know what reason we have to help you, if we are wizards no more."

Hermione was taken aback by this declaration but didn't look it. Abercrombie sat back down and there was an outbreak of murmuring in the hall. She hadn't expected this so soon. She looked at the young man and said "Are there many here who have the same questions as Mr. Abercrombie?"

A few people got up tentatively, then more surely, until there were about two dozen people standing.

"Very well." Hermione said, as the people sat back down. " You ask why this Order is still around. Do any of you remember the old days of war? Were you old enough to remember Voldemort?" A shiver went through the older members of the assembly, but some of the younger ones were totally unabashed.

Abercrombie took again the initiative to speak. "We know the stories, and we know he got destroyed on the day we got unmade, but a lot of us see him as what he is… history. He died, but he took the wizarding world with him, and we can't keep holding on to a past that is as dead as him."

Hermione pursed her lips. They had expected that this reaction would appear eventually, but not this soon, not while there was still danger. The time is not yet right

Abercrombie kept on. "After the Dark Lord was destroyed, there was chaos, I remember that much. We never found out what happened that night when we all lost our magical ability, we were simply told to accept it, and migrate into the muggle world. Nobody knew the whole story and I for one, if I'm going to stay in this group want to know why this happened to us." He paused. "I want to know the truth. We all want to know if the rumors are true, that it wasn't Voldemort that took our powers away, but …Harry Potter."

Abercrombie paused, having apparently voiced his main question, relaxed a bit to compose himself. "We want to know about who caused our fates, and whether this… Order, is something that we should feel loyalty to. It's been 15 years! We deserve the whole truth.


"Very well" Hermione said again, "I suppose we need to do this, for those of you that were too young back then, and maybe our older members might need reminding."


She took a sip from a glass of water and stood up.

"The Unmaking began forming 16 years ago. It took root when Voldemort made himself known again to the wizarding world, after the time he was defeated by the baby Harry Potter. The situation was different from the first time he ascended, because this time there was a force prepared and ready for him, that knew what to expect, and was actively fighting him before he managed to get the massive forces he had before. Under the guidance of Albus Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix was at the front lines of the battle from a year before, and with the assistance of the Ministry of Magic was winning more battles then he was losing. However the battle was hard and long. Voldemort had less dark creatures on his side then before, having been driven to extinction so he countered by use of the Dementors, who had been allowed to grow to large numbers having swelled their own ranks as prison guards of Azkaban, the wizard prison.. We lost many friends and good wizards to the Dementors, My brother-in-law Charlie was one of them." Hermione paused as she heard a hiccup coming from Ron, as he remembered his brother.

The ranks of the Order had been swelled with new wizards, family members of Voldemort's victims, who fought, and many of them fell, tirelessly battling the dark forces, but the long run, we seemed to be winning the battle on the front lines. Voldemort had realized this as well and was looking for a different way to victory. He set his goal at finding the Well of the Ages."

Silence filled the hall, as people were now paying close attention to Hermione's every word.

"The Well of the Ages was a fable, supposedly. One of the oldest magical artifacts known, it granted its user the power to permanently block magic from the user's enemies or grant it to whomever he chooses. Voldemort's goal was of course to destroy the magical community, leaving only himself and his followers with magical powers. However, the Well had been lost for ages, and even most of the ancient sources we had claimed that it wasn't true. As it had been lost for so long, there was no known hint to its location. As we discovered Voldemort's plans, we began to search for the Well ourselves. Harry Potter was at the helm of this research, partly due to his own particular gifts.

"What were those gifts?" said a young woman from the back, interrupting her. "What was special about him?"

"You all know that it was he who broke the Dark one's powers the first time they met", Hermione answered, "when Harry was just an infant. For a long time he wondered why this had happened as much as everybody else. The truth to this, as was revealed later, was that his mother, who sacrificed her life in her love for him, gave him a protection that made him impervious to the dark one's power. What wasn't known to me until the final days of the war, was that before Harry's birth, there had been made a prophesy about Harry, and Voldemort. This prophecy foretold Harry's initial survival at the hands of Voldemort and also foretold that the death of Voldemort could only come in Harry's hands, that the only person that could kill Voldemort was Harry." The room gasped slightly "I do not remember the full text of the prophecy, but I do remember the final verse " One must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."


She paused. "So the final blow, the death of Voldemort was not for any of us to insure, as it had been preordained years before by the prophesy… That burden belonged solely to Harry Potter."

The room was murmuring now.

"As a result of the failed attempt to kill him, Voldemort had created a magical bond between himself and Harry, that enabled them to see in the other's head, and share feelings, emotions." Hermione continued. "Harry tried to use these to gleam information from Voldemort's mind, while trying to keep him from reading his own. As such we are unsure of who was it that discovered the location of the well first, Harry, or Voldemort, but we can be sure that the other knew soon afterwards.

"The Well was at Hogwarts." The murmurs grew louder. "Perhaps it was its magic that had drawn the four founders to that location in te first place, and doubtlessly afterwards, the strong magical aura of the place was dismissed by the presence of the magical school.

On the day these events transpired there was a large number of wizard at the Order headquarters. There we received the message from Harry that the well was at Hogwarts and that he was racing to it before Voldemort. We left immediately to his aid.

Hermione paused, closing her eyes, as if she was remembering something extremely painful. "We arrived at the school, where we found a group of Death eaters standing over Dumbledore." she stopped again, her voice slightly trembling. She hadn't been forced to recall all this in a long time, and the pain was rising up again. "T-they laughed at us, told us Voldemort had sent a killing curse towards Harry, and Dumbledore had arrived and blocked it with his own body."

"The death eaters had been waiting for us, and their purpose was to keep us from reaching the Well, as they were guarding the entrance to a large hole on the floor of the Great Hall, where Harry and Voldemort had descended. We fought the death eaters, trying desperately to break a hole in their defenses so that some of us can rush to Harry's aid."

"It was while fighting that a huge yellow blinding ball of light rose from the crypt and covered all of us, then passed us over and dissipated into the distance. We didn't understand it at first, but it soon became apparent that not one of us could perform even the simplest of spells. At the horror that Voldemort had succeeded we faced the Death eaters prepared for anything, only to find that they had lost their powers as well."

"That's when we saw a person walk up from the tunnel that we had assumed lead to the crypt. It was Peter Pettigrew, known as Wormtail."

Hermione remembered that moment like it was yesterday. He was looking ragged and black, as thin as he had been that night she had last seen him in the Shrieking shack. He was holding in his hand that shone as if it was made of silvery metal, what looked like a cloak that was full of dirt. He was laughing and wheezing in a manic way.

Suddenly he cried, "The two are gone! Gone! GONE! The dark lord killed Potter! He killed him! He made him go boom!" He was laughing hysterically now. "But Potter had used the well, he used it! And the light bright light I couldn't see. The dark lord cried in pain, and his body was lost! His body was magic, without magic it was lost!" He cradled the parcel he was holding, that Hermione realized must hold what was left of Voldemort. "But the dark lord is wise! He told me how, he told me how to get him back, oh he will be back, we will have a reawakening! A Reawakening!! "He cackled into a burst of maniacal laughter, and clutching the cloak he ran away.

"Hermione cleared her head of the vivid images and went on. "Pettigrew said that Potter activated the well as Voldemort struck him down. As the light covered them, Voldemort was destroyed. We believe that Voldemort's body, being a product of magic itself, needed the presence of magic to exist. As magic was abolished, his body turned to dust. Pettigrew took Voldemort's remains and ran.

The death eaters, panic stricken by the loss were in disarray. Most of them made a run for it. Some of the bigger ones attempted a physical attack, but the lack of magic hindered them as well as us, and in the end many of them ran away after Pettigrew.

We ran down to the crypt of the well, where we expected to find Harry's body. Instead we found nothing. A small cave without anything special except the damaged stones and blackened spots on the walls, that indicated that a wizard's duel had taken place there. No trace of a well, or anything other then rocks was anywhere in the cave.

Afterwards, and for many years we took all the measures we could to discover the secret of the cave, to restore magic, but it was to no avail. The well had abolished magic from everyone and everything.

"Then it is true! It was Potter that caused this!" cried Abercrombie.

"Potter sacrificed his life to save all of ours!" shouted Hermione, her voice still cracking from emotion, her lips quivering. "Had he not used the Well and let Voldemort kill him, you would now be just as powerless, with the Death eaters ruling over the world! Don't you dare blame him for this!" she spat, throwing her fist hard on the table.

It was Abercrombie's turn to be stunned. He hadn't expected this woman, who had kept her cool so far, to explode like that. " I wasn't accusing him. But that is what happened, he did use the well…"

"If he did, he did it to save us all" she said shortly. "The thing is we have no proof about happened in there, except the word of an obviously crazed Death Eater." she sighed. "The truth is we may never know for sure what happened that night in that crypt" she sipped another gulp of water.

Abercrombie stood there breathless, taking in all the new information. "If all this is true, then why did you form this new Order, the order of Hedwig?

Hermione looked at Abercrombie straight in the eyes. "After the Unmaking, the Ministry of Magic worked together with the Muggle government to incorporate the powerless wizards in to muggle society. You see, magic was more then just what we shook out of out wands. All the things in the wizard world required magic to function and many times, even exist. Houses held together magically crumbled, or needed extra support, the loss of the floo network, traveling by broom and apparating made wizard travel and communication next to impossible. Wizard economy was in ruins as mostly all the jobs ceased to exist and magical products became inert, followed by the bankruptcy of Gringott's because the goblins lost all their magical abilities and could not access the vaults. Hogwarts itself was so severely magical, that after the unmaking, all that remained was a ruin of a castle, much like the image the muggles used to see when they looked at it.

In all this confusion, the escaped death eaters went almost unnoticed for a while. A prison breakout released a large amount of the already captured death eaters back to the wild, the remainder were transferred to muggle prisons. But the ones that were free took the crazed words of Pettigrew to heart who believed that Voldemort could be reawakened. It was They laid low for sometime, adapting to their present condition, and ressurfaced, as the terrorist organization the muggles call NDE. At the time, we believed that even though the possibility that Pettigrew was right was slim, we needed a connection between all the people that were possible targets for this NDE. We believed that even though we had no longer the powers of wizards, we were still the best positioned to assist the muggle authorities at catching them. As the Order of the Phoenix had disbanded, its purpose fulfilled, we formed the Order of Hedwig, in honor of the one who died for us, as well as the sole aspect of magical life that remained partly unaffected, owl post. The owls ability to carry letters was crucial for us in the time between the Unmaking and our familiarization with Muggle communication methods." However, even though owls were still capable of traveling with messages, thought Hermione, the wizard's own ability to communicate with them had diminished, and they were eventually set aside in favor of the muggle methods." After the NDE lay quiet for years, we came to the conclusion that they had finally given up and we stopped having meetings. That is until this year."

Hermione looked down on the assembled people. " Do we have any more questions?" she felt tired, drained from reliving some of the worst terrors in her memories. The crowd was silent and she took this as a sign to continue. " The reason we called this meeting is to address the apparent resurfacing activities of the NDE. As I am sure many of you already know, there is an increasing number of attacks this year by a group identified as such. We don't know yet whether they are indeed the original death eaters or if it is just a copycat group. In any case, we believed it prudent to reestablish the connection, so that we can be ready in case of any attacks on former wizard folk."

An old man stood up in the back of the room. " Mrs. Granger, I second that idea. I 've always kept an eye out. I'd like to advise all you younger folk, if you think that you are safe remember that if these are in deed Death Eaters, then wizards living as muggles are going to be prime targets to them. It is exactly what they detest. We have to stick together, all of us"

"Thank you for that comment mr. Fortesqieu," smiled Hermione, "but its Mrs. Wescot now.

The old man nodded, and sat down.

"Any questions now, before I outline the new call plan?

Several hands came up. "Yes, Angelina?" she said smiling at the erstwhile Gryfindor, hadn't changed enough to be unrecognizable, although her face was a hint more plump.

"I don't know what your plan entails, Hermione, but I might be able to help. My husband," she pointed at a blonde man sitting next to her, who nodded at the crowd as they all stared at him," owns a telephone services company. We have over a hundred people on phones at any given moment. We both would like to help if there is a need to put the word out quickly."

"That would be wonderful Angelina!" beamed Hermione, smiling at her and her husband. "Please that'll be helpful, so if you want to stay after the meeting, we'll work out the details. Anything else? Yes?"

"What do the muggles think about these attacks?" Do they believe they are the same group as before?" asked a blond-haired woman sitting behind Angelina's husband.

"We have already called our contact in the muggle police, as well as the Minister of Magic, but we haven't got an answer yet." We should have something though by the next meeting, which I'm proposing will be next week, at the same time."

"Good! Then maybe we can be invited to it!" a voice bellowed. Hermione and Ron turned towards the voice, their glances followed by the rest of the members of the Order.

"Fred? Ginny?" went Ron. "How did you know about the meeting?"

Never mind that. Where is Xenia?" asked Hermione, suddenly looking over Fred's shoulder to see if her daughter was behind them.

"I sent them both home before we left." said Ginny, impatiently. "Why weren't we called to this meeting? Especially if you called it?"

"Because we knew you had the girls with you." said Hermione, "We were going to call and tell you all about it in the afternoon."

"Well isn't that a great idea, send the kids to the babysitter, and call an order meeting!" said an annoyed Tonks.

"It didn't happen like that! The girls had already left for you when we found out the news and called the meeting." said Ron, exasperatedly.

Some of the order members were enjoying this family feud, while others took the opportunity to talk amongst themselves, or check their mobile phone messages.

"So what was this meeting about?" asked Fred. " Xenia and her friend are safely on the no 15, going home. Can you tell us now?" he sneered.

Before Ron could answer, a voice from the bag of the room shouted "Hey, do you have a television here?"

Hermione replied yes. "Then open it!" the person stood up and had earphones in his ears. " I just heard the news. There has been an attack!"

Ron walked over to the set that was sitting on a shelf, covered with a sheet. He uncovered it, and turned it on. There was a bulletin on.

Jonathan Galford here, from the center of London, the corner of Wessley and Banks, where until a few minutes ago it was a battle zone between members of the NDE and police officers. The terrorists attacked with home made bombs that ravaged the part of the street, and stopped traffic cold. They have been chased by the officers towards the north. I can't tell if there are any casualties yet, due to the heavy smoke caused by the multiple explosions. I believe the images speak for themselves.

The images were of a London street that looked demolished. Only a few things were visible through the smoke. They all looked at the storefronts where glass lay shattered, at cars overturned and on fire, large holes in the ground, apparently were bombs had struck. Then the camera panned more and the entire group of Weasleys/Wescots with Tonks gasped.

There was a bus there turned on its side, with all the windows shattered, and black smoke coming from the engine. It had a large "15" written in fluorescent letters appearing over the place where the driver ought to be.

"Oh my…" Ginny let out, her eyes wide.

"My baby…" Hermione felt her mouth saying, and collapsed.