Harry Potter and the Quest of Life
Summary: Harry had always longed to leave the Dursleys. His desire is fulfilled, but in a way he never planned. A sixteen years old Harry is left alone to live and survive in the world with Voldemort free in it. Will Harry be able to meet the challenge???
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Harry Potter, a Murderer?
The question has been repeated and discussed multiple times during the last year, but although the ministry had a strong case against the-boy-who-lived, it all went in vain when Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress, and other staff gave testimony in favor of young Potter. However, this day, we once again have the same question. Is Harry Potter trustworthy of living among these innocent people? Is he an innocent sixteen-year-old boy?
According to Ministry officials, on 24th of June, the alarm, which was used to restrict underage wizardry, went off. The place of incident was indicated as #4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry Potter's relatives' home.
When an Auror, by the name of Jeremy Eastwood, reached the place, he saw that a boy and a women were crying over a dead man's body. When questioned, the women told that their nephew, Harry Potter, had killed her husband, Vernon Dursley, when he told him not to disturb his sleep. Upon further investigation, the women says that the incantation he muttered were somewhat like "Abra Kedavra". And the spell's colour was green, evil-like.
It all proves that Harry Potter had used the infamous spell "Avada Kedavra" on his uncle. It is also known that Harry Potter is a Parselmouth. Which is the ability found solely in Dark Wizards. Two of other Parselmouth's were You-Know-Who and one of Hogwarts four, Salazar Slytherin.
Minister Fudge, in his interview, has declared Harry Potter a lunatic, who could do anything at anytime. 'That boy's got a new tale every year. And Albus Dumbledore goes believe on all his creations. What a fool he is.'
But Albus Dumbledore, with all his life, still believes that Harry Potter isn't guilty of the charge. The remaining staff of the Hogwarts, however, have cooled down and are not supporting Harry Potter anymore.
'The boy is innocent,' says Dumbledore, 'He has been framed. And all of it leads back to Voldemort.'
It seemed that poor Dumbledore has finally cracked up. All he thinks and says is about Voldemort. The Hogwart's governors should reconsider their decision about him as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Harry Potter, in the light of the evidences against him, has been sentenced to a life-time imprisonment in Azkaban. The Aurors and the Dementors are given the order to seize him.
Rita Skeeter.
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"LIERS." Harry Potter roared from his room in a small hotel, somewhere in London.
~*~
Dumbledore was sitting wearily in his chair behind his desk at Hogwarts. Before him were the school governors.
"See Dumbledore, we are not saying that you haven't worked for the betterment of Hogwarts. But the fact is that you are now too old for the job. Tiredness of the long courses of life is overcoming you. You should rest now. And besides, we can no more keep you as the Hogwart's Headmaster. The parents of the children wish otherwise." Said the head of the others. Still he was not meeting Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore sighed. The school was very dear to him, even more than life. For all his life, he had taught here and now it was very difficult for him to leave. But it was inevitable now. He knew the pressure that was on the governors due to Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge.
"As you say, Mr. Cornwall. However, I must say again that help will be provided to those who seek it. Wish you good luck with the new Headmaster." Dumbledore stated and left the office along with his Phoenix, Fawkes.
~*~
31st June
Somewhere in England…
*****Along the centuries, many Dark Lords have tried to rule over the world. But every time, there had been a helper of Light to stop him. Thousands of years ago there was a Dark Lord, who was wrecking havoc in the world. He summoned the power of Dark to aid him in his evil mission. However, then, a helper of Light set off with a mission to defeat the Dark Lord, and summoned the powers of Light to help him. The helper's name was Merlin. And after a long battle, he succeeded to defeat the darkness.
The ritual in which the power is granted to the helper of Light or Darkness is very dangerous. Many people had died trying to achieve the power.
The one who tries to summon the powers of Light should be pure in his heart and never, ever try to misuse the powers given to him. He can only use it to slay the evil or dark. The transfer of power in the helper's body is the main reason why the ritual is not performed. The intensity of the power transferred is so much that it is almost impossible for the human body to handle it. If the power becomes out of control, the body of the summoner explodes into thousands of pieces. That is why no one has ever attempted to summon Light or Darkness since a thousand years ago when a man named Lin Kazanai tried to summon the power of Darkness. Most of the people don't even know about it.
The method to perform the ritual is........... *****
Ding Dong. Harry Potter shut the book in his hand and went to answer the door of the small flat in which he was living.
~*~
5th July
Harry Potter was standing on the peak of a high hill. It was a cold, silent night that gave away nothing, nothing of its importance and its effect on the future. So much will change tonight. Tonight was the night when another helper of night would be born. Born to defend the world from the clutches of evil. Tonight was the night that would be remembered by the generations to come. Tonight was the night that would be written down in history with the reference of a certain Harry Potter.
Harry raised his hands into the sky and tilted his head upwards so that he got a clear view of the stars that were shining above. He had thought it through. He was ready to risk his life as long as he got the vaguest chance to take his revenge from Voldemort and save the wizarding world from his evil clutches. If he succeeded, he will make Voldemort's life a living hell, he sweared. And if he died, well then all the Voldemort or wizarding world rubbish would come to an end for Harry. It was his treat both the ways.
Harry closed his eyes and started to chant the charm to contact the forces of Light. Soon his voice was booming over his surroundings which lacked any of the life force. After the charm was over Harry opened his eyes.
'I, Harry Potter, hereby seek the assistance of the Forces of Light,
to help me defeat all that is evil,
and to diminish the darkness from this world.
To slay the evil and to help the right.'
Harry was so busy doing his job that he failed to notice a storm brewing out all around him. He only noticed the change when he saw a lightning bolt heading towards him. He froze from fear. However, half the way before him, the bolt transfigured into a giant phoenix. The phoenix was a magnificent colour of golden and red. And with its increased size, the bird looked quite impressive.
It completed a lap around Harry at an alarming speed before it disappeared into Harry's chest. Harry, who had been as good as petrified, slowly touched his chest. No pain. No wound. He had only felt a gust of wind pass him.
*Wow. What was that? But whatever it was, it was quite a bird.* Harry thought.
*Thanks for the compliment Harry.*
"What? Who was that?" Harry called.
*Its me, Harry. I can hear your thoughts perfectly well. So no need to yell.* The mysterious voice was there again.
*I am the Phoenix you just saw, Harry. The forces of Light have accepted your request and thus I have been bonded with you so that I can illuminate your mind in these dark times and help you. From now on you will be known as The Phoenix Lord.*
*What? The Phoenix Lord? Whatever for?* Harry asked.
*There had been only two persons before you who had been bestowed with such an honor as to represent the Light.* The Phoenix said.
*Wait! I read in a book that Merlin was the only one to accomplish this.*
*No Harry. The book says nothing about the other one. As he existed millions of years back. Back when humans hadn't even started to write the history. That's why no one knows of him. As for your other question, Harry you have been bonded with me so you get to be called a Phoenix Lord. Merlin was bonded with a Dragon so he was called Dragon Lord by his people. And the one before him was the Griffin Lord as he was bonded with a Griffin.* The Phoenix's voice explained.
*Wait you said that he, the man before Merlin, existed millions of years back that's why none of the people could have known him. My question is...How is that then you know all about him?*
Harry felt the phoenix smile at him. *It is because Harry I live from the time this world was created. And I know pretty much of every secret, every thing that this world has in it.*
Harry gasped but then overcame his initial shock. If there was one thing Harry had learned living with the Dursleys was that never let your guard down and never show your true emotions. Always look strong however weak you are.
*Then, tell me, how old exactly is Professor Dumbledore?* Harry asked in a challenging tone however, his smile gave away that he was only kidding.
The Phoenix smiled. *He is four hundred and eighty years old to be exact.*
*So, now what we do? I don't feel any change from before.*
*We wait so that you get the help you asked for.*
*Help? Haven't I already gotten it?* Harry was worried.
*No. Now you are only bonded with me. The real help comes right there.* The Phoenix said.
*Wha?* Harry saw it and his eyes widened with fear.
A very large bolt of lightning was on his way towards Harry. It had along with it all the energy that Harry had seen in tonight's storm.
*Don't be afraid, just relax. It's just the magical energy.* was the last thing Harry heard from the Phoenix before he was completely engulfed in the holy light.
Harry felt electric current shot through him but that did no harm to him. He felt energy surges pass through him and he got a feeling of power, absolute power, inside him. The light disappeared after ten minutes. Harry still got the feeling of pure, raw power.
He picked up a stone and tried to crush it within his hand. The stone crumpled and was divided into small fragments. Harry stared at his hand, then said a single word.
*WOW.*
*Its just a tailor, Harry. You are now capable of doing many things that others wouldn't even dream of.*
*First off tell me your name?*
*My name is Firewall.*
*Ok Firewall. I think we should return to home.*
*Ok. But I think you should collect some things that would be of help in the future.*
~*~
1st September
Ron and Hermione were not happy at all. How could they be after the incidents which had happened in the holidays. Harry, their best friend, was declared a murderer and sentenced to a life time imprisonment in Azkaban. Dumbledore was removed from the seat of Headmaster of Hogwarts and who had they got to replace him? SEVERUS SNAPE, OF ALL PEOPLE!
They were not looking forward a bit to go back to Hogwarts. Too see that gleeful face of Draco Malfoy, challenging them to make a move. To face the difficulties, that accompanied when you got a biased man as a Headmaster. The flow of power would undoubtly go towards the Slytherins.
They were on their way towards Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express. Like always, they had selected a separate compartment for themselves. But this time, there was no Harry.
The compartment door open to show the last persons they wanted to meet.
"Lookey, lookey who's here." Draco Malfoy sneered.
"Get lost, Malfoy." Ron said.
"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" He answered in a fake hurt voice.
"Or perhaps you are crying over the pathetic Potter's death."
"Malfoy, you are a son of a bitch!" Ron plunged towards Malfoy but the next moment he was stopped by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Watch it, Weasley or else..." He smirked.
"Your dear old Dumbledore wouldn't be here to save you anymore, Weasel. You are not going to make any move against me or the consequences would be bad."
"Yeah, for you." Ron spat.
Malfoy only smirked and moved out of the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle followed him. Hermione looked worriedly towards Ron, but he ignored her.
Soon, the train reached Hogsmeade station and students started to empty the train. Ron and Hermione got into a horseless carriage, careful not to sit with a Slytherin.
~*~
The sorting ceremony was a torture. As if not having Dumbledore wasn't enough, they had to see the smirking figures of Snape sitting on the Headmaster's chair and the rest of the Slytherins. Malfoy looked especially delighted.
There was an addition of two new teachers on the head table. Sitting on the right of Snape was their new Potions teacher, Mark Avery. And sitting near Professor McGonagall was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts' teacher, Mundungus Fletcher. He was a kind old man, nearing eighty years of age.
All the Gryffindors, Rawenclaws and Hufflepuffs were sitting solemnly on their respective seats. Slytherin house was unusually, but not unexpectedly, cheerful.
Ron and Hermione both hadn't touched the food. They were just sitting and talking about how good it would have been to have Harry here with them when Professor McGonagal approached them.
"I want to have a word with you two, now. Just follow me." She left the hall without looking back twice. Ron and Hermione followed her to her office.
"Sit." She ordered them. They complied.
"Ms. Granger you know that you are the most brilliant and most clever student since Tom Riddle himself. And you, Mr. Weasley, are a great tactician as Dumbledore tells me. And from what I remember of that particular game you played in your first year, he is right. So, I, on the account of the Order, would like to give you both the chance to join the Order of the Phoenix. Do you know what it is?" She questioned.
Hermione gasped loudly. Ron was staring wide eyed at Professor McGonagal.
"I am in and yes I know what it is." Ron said as soon as he came out of the trance.
"Take your time. Think it through before you tell me your final decision. And I tell you it is not going to be easy. You will have to face life and death situations. And can be needed at any hour. And you can't change your mind once you are in. God knows the Order can't afford any more traitors." She said, taking a deep sigh after the last sentence.
"Professor, are any other students being asked to join?" Hermione asked.
"No, it's just you two. I was not very keen on putting you two in any danger but Albus assured us that it would be useful to the Order if you two were included." She answered.
"Any other questions?" She asked and after having no answer she dismissed them.
Ron and Hermione left their seats silently and moved out of the door.
"What do you think of the offer?" Ron asked silently, his eyes looking straight ahead.
"I think we should accept the offer. However, as the Professor told us, it would be a daunting task from then to even survive." She answered in the same fashion.
"I am in. What are you going to do?"
"I would probably say yes. But I have to think it through, as the Professor told us."
They reached the portrait of the fat lady.
"Password?"
"Unicorn hair," Ron gave the password.
They entered the common room. The common room was full of the coming students. Which meant it was definitely not an ideal place to talk about secrets.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night." Hermione said, and gave him a hug before departing for her dormitories.
"Good Night." Ron replied and took in a sigh. 'Where are you, Harry? Where are you?'
~*~
Summary: Harry had always longed to leave the Dursleys. His desire is fulfilled, but in a way he never planned. A sixteen years old Harry is left alone to live and survive in the world with Voldemort free in it. Will Harry be able to meet the challenge???
**************
Harry Potter, a Murderer?
The question has been repeated and discussed multiple times during the last year, but although the ministry had a strong case against the-boy-who-lived, it all went in vain when Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress, and other staff gave testimony in favor of young Potter. However, this day, we once again have the same question. Is Harry Potter trustworthy of living among these innocent people? Is he an innocent sixteen-year-old boy?
According to Ministry officials, on 24th of June, the alarm, which was used to restrict underage wizardry, went off. The place of incident was indicated as #4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry Potter's relatives' home.
When an Auror, by the name of Jeremy Eastwood, reached the place, he saw that a boy and a women were crying over a dead man's body. When questioned, the women told that their nephew, Harry Potter, had killed her husband, Vernon Dursley, when he told him not to disturb his sleep. Upon further investigation, the women says that the incantation he muttered were somewhat like "Abra Kedavra". And the spell's colour was green, evil-like.
It all proves that Harry Potter had used the infamous spell "Avada Kedavra" on his uncle. It is also known that Harry Potter is a Parselmouth. Which is the ability found solely in Dark Wizards. Two of other Parselmouth's were You-Know-Who and one of Hogwarts four, Salazar Slytherin.
Minister Fudge, in his interview, has declared Harry Potter a lunatic, who could do anything at anytime. 'That boy's got a new tale every year. And Albus Dumbledore goes believe on all his creations. What a fool he is.'
But Albus Dumbledore, with all his life, still believes that Harry Potter isn't guilty of the charge. The remaining staff of the Hogwarts, however, have cooled down and are not supporting Harry Potter anymore.
'The boy is innocent,' says Dumbledore, 'He has been framed. And all of it leads back to Voldemort.'
It seemed that poor Dumbledore has finally cracked up. All he thinks and says is about Voldemort. The Hogwart's governors should reconsider their decision about him as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Harry Potter, in the light of the evidences against him, has been sentenced to a life-time imprisonment in Azkaban. The Aurors and the Dementors are given the order to seize him.
Rita Skeeter.
**************
"LIERS." Harry Potter roared from his room in a small hotel, somewhere in London.
~*~
Dumbledore was sitting wearily in his chair behind his desk at Hogwarts. Before him were the school governors.
"See Dumbledore, we are not saying that you haven't worked for the betterment of Hogwarts. But the fact is that you are now too old for the job. Tiredness of the long courses of life is overcoming you. You should rest now. And besides, we can no more keep you as the Hogwart's Headmaster. The parents of the children wish otherwise." Said the head of the others. Still he was not meeting Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore sighed. The school was very dear to him, even more than life. For all his life, he had taught here and now it was very difficult for him to leave. But it was inevitable now. He knew the pressure that was on the governors due to Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge.
"As you say, Mr. Cornwall. However, I must say again that help will be provided to those who seek it. Wish you good luck with the new Headmaster." Dumbledore stated and left the office along with his Phoenix, Fawkes.
~*~
31st June
Somewhere in England…
*****Along the centuries, many Dark Lords have tried to rule over the world. But every time, there had been a helper of Light to stop him. Thousands of years ago there was a Dark Lord, who was wrecking havoc in the world. He summoned the power of Dark to aid him in his evil mission. However, then, a helper of Light set off with a mission to defeat the Dark Lord, and summoned the powers of Light to help him. The helper's name was Merlin. And after a long battle, he succeeded to defeat the darkness.
The ritual in which the power is granted to the helper of Light or Darkness is very dangerous. Many people had died trying to achieve the power.
The one who tries to summon the powers of Light should be pure in his heart and never, ever try to misuse the powers given to him. He can only use it to slay the evil or dark. The transfer of power in the helper's body is the main reason why the ritual is not performed. The intensity of the power transferred is so much that it is almost impossible for the human body to handle it. If the power becomes out of control, the body of the summoner explodes into thousands of pieces. That is why no one has ever attempted to summon Light or Darkness since a thousand years ago when a man named Lin Kazanai tried to summon the power of Darkness. Most of the people don't even know about it.
The method to perform the ritual is........... *****
Ding Dong. Harry Potter shut the book in his hand and went to answer the door of the small flat in which he was living.
~*~
5th July
Harry Potter was standing on the peak of a high hill. It was a cold, silent night that gave away nothing, nothing of its importance and its effect on the future. So much will change tonight. Tonight was the night when another helper of night would be born. Born to defend the world from the clutches of evil. Tonight was the night that would be remembered by the generations to come. Tonight was the night that would be written down in history with the reference of a certain Harry Potter.
Harry raised his hands into the sky and tilted his head upwards so that he got a clear view of the stars that were shining above. He had thought it through. He was ready to risk his life as long as he got the vaguest chance to take his revenge from Voldemort and save the wizarding world from his evil clutches. If he succeeded, he will make Voldemort's life a living hell, he sweared. And if he died, well then all the Voldemort or wizarding world rubbish would come to an end for Harry. It was his treat both the ways.
Harry closed his eyes and started to chant the charm to contact the forces of Light. Soon his voice was booming over his surroundings which lacked any of the life force. After the charm was over Harry opened his eyes.
'I, Harry Potter, hereby seek the assistance of the Forces of Light,
to help me defeat all that is evil,
and to diminish the darkness from this world.
To slay the evil and to help the right.'
Harry was so busy doing his job that he failed to notice a storm brewing out all around him. He only noticed the change when he saw a lightning bolt heading towards him. He froze from fear. However, half the way before him, the bolt transfigured into a giant phoenix. The phoenix was a magnificent colour of golden and red. And with its increased size, the bird looked quite impressive.
It completed a lap around Harry at an alarming speed before it disappeared into Harry's chest. Harry, who had been as good as petrified, slowly touched his chest. No pain. No wound. He had only felt a gust of wind pass him.
*Wow. What was that? But whatever it was, it was quite a bird.* Harry thought.
*Thanks for the compliment Harry.*
"What? Who was that?" Harry called.
*Its me, Harry. I can hear your thoughts perfectly well. So no need to yell.* The mysterious voice was there again.
*I am the Phoenix you just saw, Harry. The forces of Light have accepted your request and thus I have been bonded with you so that I can illuminate your mind in these dark times and help you. From now on you will be known as The Phoenix Lord.*
*What? The Phoenix Lord? Whatever for?* Harry asked.
*There had been only two persons before you who had been bestowed with such an honor as to represent the Light.* The Phoenix said.
*Wait! I read in a book that Merlin was the only one to accomplish this.*
*No Harry. The book says nothing about the other one. As he existed millions of years back. Back when humans hadn't even started to write the history. That's why no one knows of him. As for your other question, Harry you have been bonded with me so you get to be called a Phoenix Lord. Merlin was bonded with a Dragon so he was called Dragon Lord by his people. And the one before him was the Griffin Lord as he was bonded with a Griffin.* The Phoenix's voice explained.
*Wait you said that he, the man before Merlin, existed millions of years back that's why none of the people could have known him. My question is...How is that then you know all about him?*
Harry felt the phoenix smile at him. *It is because Harry I live from the time this world was created. And I know pretty much of every secret, every thing that this world has in it.*
Harry gasped but then overcame his initial shock. If there was one thing Harry had learned living with the Dursleys was that never let your guard down and never show your true emotions. Always look strong however weak you are.
*Then, tell me, how old exactly is Professor Dumbledore?* Harry asked in a challenging tone however, his smile gave away that he was only kidding.
The Phoenix smiled. *He is four hundred and eighty years old to be exact.*
*So, now what we do? I don't feel any change from before.*
*We wait so that you get the help you asked for.*
*Help? Haven't I already gotten it?* Harry was worried.
*No. Now you are only bonded with me. The real help comes right there.* The Phoenix said.
*Wha?* Harry saw it and his eyes widened with fear.
A very large bolt of lightning was on his way towards Harry. It had along with it all the energy that Harry had seen in tonight's storm.
*Don't be afraid, just relax. It's just the magical energy.* was the last thing Harry heard from the Phoenix before he was completely engulfed in the holy light.
Harry felt electric current shot through him but that did no harm to him. He felt energy surges pass through him and he got a feeling of power, absolute power, inside him. The light disappeared after ten minutes. Harry still got the feeling of pure, raw power.
He picked up a stone and tried to crush it within his hand. The stone crumpled and was divided into small fragments. Harry stared at his hand, then said a single word.
*WOW.*
*Its just a tailor, Harry. You are now capable of doing many things that others wouldn't even dream of.*
*First off tell me your name?*
*My name is Firewall.*
*Ok Firewall. I think we should return to home.*
*Ok. But I think you should collect some things that would be of help in the future.*
~*~
1st September
Ron and Hermione were not happy at all. How could they be after the incidents which had happened in the holidays. Harry, their best friend, was declared a murderer and sentenced to a life time imprisonment in Azkaban. Dumbledore was removed from the seat of Headmaster of Hogwarts and who had they got to replace him? SEVERUS SNAPE, OF ALL PEOPLE!
They were not looking forward a bit to go back to Hogwarts. Too see that gleeful face of Draco Malfoy, challenging them to make a move. To face the difficulties, that accompanied when you got a biased man as a Headmaster. The flow of power would undoubtly go towards the Slytherins.
They were on their way towards Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express. Like always, they had selected a separate compartment for themselves. But this time, there was no Harry.
The compartment door open to show the last persons they wanted to meet.
"Lookey, lookey who's here." Draco Malfoy sneered.
"Get lost, Malfoy." Ron said.
"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" He answered in a fake hurt voice.
"Or perhaps you are crying over the pathetic Potter's death."
"Malfoy, you are a son of a bitch!" Ron plunged towards Malfoy but the next moment he was stopped by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Watch it, Weasley or else..." He smirked.
"Your dear old Dumbledore wouldn't be here to save you anymore, Weasel. You are not going to make any move against me or the consequences would be bad."
"Yeah, for you." Ron spat.
Malfoy only smirked and moved out of the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle followed him. Hermione looked worriedly towards Ron, but he ignored her.
Soon, the train reached Hogsmeade station and students started to empty the train. Ron and Hermione got into a horseless carriage, careful not to sit with a Slytherin.
~*~
The sorting ceremony was a torture. As if not having Dumbledore wasn't enough, they had to see the smirking figures of Snape sitting on the Headmaster's chair and the rest of the Slytherins. Malfoy looked especially delighted.
There was an addition of two new teachers on the head table. Sitting on the right of Snape was their new Potions teacher, Mark Avery. And sitting near Professor McGonagall was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts' teacher, Mundungus Fletcher. He was a kind old man, nearing eighty years of age.
All the Gryffindors, Rawenclaws and Hufflepuffs were sitting solemnly on their respective seats. Slytherin house was unusually, but not unexpectedly, cheerful.
Ron and Hermione both hadn't touched the food. They were just sitting and talking about how good it would have been to have Harry here with them when Professor McGonagal approached them.
"I want to have a word with you two, now. Just follow me." She left the hall without looking back twice. Ron and Hermione followed her to her office.
"Sit." She ordered them. They complied.
"Ms. Granger you know that you are the most brilliant and most clever student since Tom Riddle himself. And you, Mr. Weasley, are a great tactician as Dumbledore tells me. And from what I remember of that particular game you played in your first year, he is right. So, I, on the account of the Order, would like to give you both the chance to join the Order of the Phoenix. Do you know what it is?" She questioned.
Hermione gasped loudly. Ron was staring wide eyed at Professor McGonagal.
"I am in and yes I know what it is." Ron said as soon as he came out of the trance.
"Take your time. Think it through before you tell me your final decision. And I tell you it is not going to be easy. You will have to face life and death situations. And can be needed at any hour. And you can't change your mind once you are in. God knows the Order can't afford any more traitors." She said, taking a deep sigh after the last sentence.
"Professor, are any other students being asked to join?" Hermione asked.
"No, it's just you two. I was not very keen on putting you two in any danger but Albus assured us that it would be useful to the Order if you two were included." She answered.
"Any other questions?" She asked and after having no answer she dismissed them.
Ron and Hermione left their seats silently and moved out of the door.
"What do you think of the offer?" Ron asked silently, his eyes looking straight ahead.
"I think we should accept the offer. However, as the Professor told us, it would be a daunting task from then to even survive." She answered in the same fashion.
"I am in. What are you going to do?"
"I would probably say yes. But I have to think it through, as the Professor told us."
They reached the portrait of the fat lady.
"Password?"
"Unicorn hair," Ron gave the password.
They entered the common room. The common room was full of the coming students. Which meant it was definitely not an ideal place to talk about secrets.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night." Hermione said, and gave him a hug before departing for her dormitories.
"Good Night." Ron replied and took in a sigh. 'Where are you, Harry? Where are you?'
~*~
