Hi. Here's chapter eight, obviously. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I FINALLY got the right word processor, so if you want to read my one, so-so story, my penname's Feline-go-meow. That is all.
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A Voldemort meeting. Great. Just what he needed. You couldn't even be safe from the weirdo if you went to the past.
Harry thought all these thoughts somewhat bitterly as Draco showed the fifth year students how to work a camera.
And on top of this, he hadn't been sleeping for a few days either. This naggy little feeling at the back of his head was constantly there, making him think I did that! I did that! That's taken care of…what could I have forgotten?
He still hadn't figured that out, and it was driving him mad.
That night at supper, He was still trying to figure out what was nagging him. He had a feeling he would only know when it was too late to do it, so, on the due date for whatever it was. So, he tried to enjoy his food, but it wasn't exactly easy, with thought of the Voldemort meeting on his mind. He'd thought, coming back in time, that he would finally get a break from this maniac.
Well, I guess not! he thought, as he began his dessert, and a conversation with the little-bit-but-not-quite-younger Dumbledore.
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Lily sat, eating, and a tiny bit bored. Her friends sat all around her, chatting about who's hot who's not, teachers are pains, potatoes are gross…all those things.
"Know what I heard today?" Marylin asked, her mouth full of peas.
"What?" asked Claire, who was working earnestly on driving a safety pin through a thick stack of post-it notes.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Tara.
"Because I want to! Now, what were you saying, Mar?"
Marylin looked at the pile of post-its, with a safety pin stuck halfway through, and then said
"Oh, it wasn't that important. The teachers are just being anal, is all."
"How?" asked Lily, tearing her eyes of her fingernails.
"Well, they seem to think this Voldemort guy is a threat. I mean, he's killed what? Two people?"
"Two FAMILIES'" said Lily. And anyone who kills ANYONE, muggle or wizard, mortal or god, cat or mouse, is a threat. What about the friends and relatives of the ones who were killed? Do you think THEY think he's not a threat?"
"I know, I know" said Marilyn. "What I meant was, There's always a dark wizard or serial killer on the loose. They kill one or two nameless, faceless people, and they're either caught or never heard from again. Why is this guy gonna be any different?"
"Because…oh, I don't know!" snapped Lily. "I just think…maybe…aw, c'mon, guys! Dumbledore obviously thinks he means business!"
Claire, who was still working intently with her post-its, nodded.
"Whatever Dumbledore says, I go with that."
"Wow, Claire, you're gonna make some doormat! Think for yourself for once!" Said Marylin, as Lily began formulating a plan at the back of her mind.
"I like being a doormat. It makes me feel safe" said Claire, as the pin broke through the paper and into her thumb. A tiny dot of blood welled up.
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"So, Voldemort's already killed a muggle family, the Carinelles, I believe, John, Elizabeth, and their daughter Sidney, and a wizarding family." Dumbledore said, seriously. All the teachers except Harry and Draco bowed their heads.
"Um…" said Harry, quietly.
"The Williamses" explained Dumbledore. "Great wizards…great wizards…and such a sweet little boy, too."
"So" Continued Albus, "he's struck in London, and in Chester. I say, the next time he attacks anyone, even so much as a alley cat, we strike back."
"Especially if it's an alley cat!" cried a very batty looking old lady, Professor Felixius, whom Harry didn't recognize, not that he minded so much. "Cats are adorable!"
All teachers present stared, and the cat-lady blushed.
"I say", said Albus, "That we start an organization, an Order, a sort of anti-Voldemort…club, I guess you could say. "
"Lets call it the Kitty-cat club!" cried the woman.
"Madam Pomfrey…"whispered McGonagal.
Madam Pomfrey got up, and kindly escorted the crazy cat teacher from the room.
"Well, we'll need a new arithmancy teacher…" said Albus, quietly. "But on to more important things!"
The teachers nodded.
"I suggest we make up an organization of some sort, and start recruiting members immediately. We can find out what he's up to, get a head start…"
"Oh, I'm SURE that's going to work!" snapped Draco. "Let's get going, yank a bunch of people from their jobs, make them work in the organization, yeah, I'm Sure that idea'll be an immediate success!"
I wonder if this is how the order of the phoenix REALLY got off to such a slow start…thought Harry miserably, his feeling of happiness dying.
No one noticed a red head swiftly making it's way off toward Gryffindor tower.
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"So, they're starting an organization against Voldemort?" asked Claire, wide eyed.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and the others were asleep. This was all well and good, really, since they thought Voldemort was a load of old tosh.
Claire listened aptly, as Lily told all she had heard while squatting in an uncomfortable position outside the headmaster's office.
"You know how I take DADA?" asked Lily. Claire nodded.
"Well, one of my teachers, the cuuu-oool one, he was quiet, but the other one, the one that kinda scares me, he says it's a lame idea."
Claire shook her head.
"It's not." she said. "It's ingenious!" She rubbed the bandaid on her thumb with her pointer finger.
"I think Dumbledore's gonna listen to him! I don't think he'll start it right away!" cried Lily.
"So, you think he will eventually?"
"Oh, yeah, he'll do it eventually, but later. Once a lot more people have been killed."
"Oh, I see." Claire was silent. Eventually, without talking, the two girls turned out the light.
Harry and his mother-to-be laid awake for a long time, both thinking more or less the same thing.