The Smaller Advance Squad
Disclaimer: JKR and Warner Bros. own Harry Potter and all related paraphernalia and I don't, but they don't have to go rubbing it in my face like this. Claimer: Frizzy hair and a burnt-out straightener.
The next week went by as uneventful as Harry Potter's life can get. He got a letter from Ron telling him that he would be arriving at HQ the day after Harry and another from Hermione saying that she would get there the week after; her parents were a little anxious to say the least after what happened last year. Their letters made Harry regret his decision to run away, but he knew that he must in order to keep them safe. He planned to do it the night he got there around two AM. He would take his cloak, broom, his money (He would stop at Grinngotts first thing and empty out his vault and convert it to muggle money before anyone realized that he was gone.), and wand. All he had to do was wait the Order to come pick him up. Tuesday of that week they did. The Dursleys and Harry were eating breakfast; or rather Dudley was eating breakfast, Harry was stirring his fork around in his eggs and having second thoughts; when the doorbell rang. Aunt Petunia, who was already up getting Dudley some more bacon, went to answer it. Harry heard the click of the doorknob then a small yelp from his aunt and immediately he ran to the door with Uncle Vernon and Dudley right behind him. They were there at last. Lupin, Mad Eye, Tonks, and much to Harry's obvious dismay-Snape, dressed in their muggle best. The first three mentioned were dressed much the same as they had been at the station two and a half weeks ago, and Snape was in a black button-up shirt, a black overcoat much too hot for the season, and black pants. The neighbors would've almost thought he was gothic. Almost; Goths look happier. (A/N: Sorry; I couldn't resist.) Fortunately they were all eating breakfast as well. "Hello Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley." Said Lupin bravely, nodding to each in turn. Tonks gave a half-hearted smile, Mad Eye was eyeing them through his hat, and Snape simply sneered as usual. At this, Vernon blundered in front of his family, as if the unwelcome guests had just uttered death threats and foul curses against them. "What are you doing here? Because, I swear we've been treating that boy just fine!" He shouted doing his best to look intimidating, but failing miserably. "You had better watch your tone, Dursley." Said Mad Eye achieving a much more intimidating voice. "No, we are just here to get Mr. Potter." Snape spat spitefully. (A/N: Try saying that 10 times fast.) "Are you ready Harry?" Asked Lupin, trying to get the conversation back on a more polite tone. "Yes, I just need to go get my things." He said and turned to go up the stairs. "I'll help you." Said Tonks. But Lupin interfered, "Er.no Tonks, why don't you let Severus help instead?" Harry rolled his eye and so did Snape. Tonks looked put out. She may be a clutz, but Harry preferred her over Snape any day. Harry still hadn't forgiven him for what; he did not know. Harry stomped up the stairs, Snape following two steps behind. When they reached the landing, Harry turned toward his room and opened the door. He went over to his closet and began to drag his trunk out, but then stopped and turned to his potions teacher. He was still standing in the door way looking around with a disgusted look on his face. Harry hadn't cleaned up his room all summer. "You could try cleaning sometime Potter; you might fit in better here." Said Snape shrewdly. "You should try washing your hair sometime Professor Snape; it might not be so greasy." Replied Harry, feeling slightly bold at the moment. "You're lucky we're not in school now, Potter, or you would have to pay for that." Said Snape, his eyes narrowing. "I thought that you were supposed to be helping me get this stuff down." Said Harry, now attempting to push his trunk out the door. "Oh, but it's so much more fun to watch you try to do it yourself." He replied with a triumphant grin. But this only made Harry push harder, and he was soon at the bottom of the staircase. He was getting out his broom when Lupin stopped him. "No, no. We've permission to take a portkey this time." He said and took out a large brown feather from his tattered pocket, causing the Dursleys to make confused and frightened frowns. "What's it going to do?" Asked Uncle Vernon tentatively. "It is charmed to disappear from here, taking whatever is touching it, at precisely 6:35 this morning, and reappear with whatever was touching it at our destination." Lupin replied as simply as possible. Uncle Vernon, who clearly still confused, said, "Oh. Well, it's not going to blast a hole in my ceiling or anything like that, is it?" "No, not at all." "We'd better grab on; it's 6:34:32.33.34." Said Mad-Eye gruffly, looking at his watch. "Right." He said and held it out with both hands. The others did the same, and Harry grabbed on end with one hand and a handle to his trunk with the other. Tonks, who was on the other side of it, took the handle on the opposite side. "Well, it was, err.interesting seeing you again. Bye." Said Lupin as thee self-appointed spokesperson of the group, then they all disappeared.
A/N This won't be posted 'till Wednesday, and sorry about the wait. I started it on Thursday afternoon, but then made the mistake of watching the new LOTR movie (Which by the way is AWSOME. I may eventually make a fic about it.) and I spent a day thinking about that. It was a good thing, though, because it made me think of a new aspect of the consequences of the end of book 5, and inspired a new sub-plot. The reason the last two chapters have been kind of sucky is because I've been rushing to get to this new part of the story. It'll be in the chapter after next, most likely. Now to begin the next one before I have to go to bed. Oh, before I go, happy belated Labor Day to all Americans! Urg! Me no like this chappie, but me no have time to change it.
Disclaimer: JKR and Warner Bros. own Harry Potter and all related paraphernalia and I don't, but they don't have to go rubbing it in my face like this. Claimer: Frizzy hair and a burnt-out straightener.
The next week went by as uneventful as Harry Potter's life can get. He got a letter from Ron telling him that he would be arriving at HQ the day after Harry and another from Hermione saying that she would get there the week after; her parents were a little anxious to say the least after what happened last year. Their letters made Harry regret his decision to run away, but he knew that he must in order to keep them safe. He planned to do it the night he got there around two AM. He would take his cloak, broom, his money (He would stop at Grinngotts first thing and empty out his vault and convert it to muggle money before anyone realized that he was gone.), and wand. All he had to do was wait the Order to come pick him up. Tuesday of that week they did. The Dursleys and Harry were eating breakfast; or rather Dudley was eating breakfast, Harry was stirring his fork around in his eggs and having second thoughts; when the doorbell rang. Aunt Petunia, who was already up getting Dudley some more bacon, went to answer it. Harry heard the click of the doorknob then a small yelp from his aunt and immediately he ran to the door with Uncle Vernon and Dudley right behind him. They were there at last. Lupin, Mad Eye, Tonks, and much to Harry's obvious dismay-Snape, dressed in their muggle best. The first three mentioned were dressed much the same as they had been at the station two and a half weeks ago, and Snape was in a black button-up shirt, a black overcoat much too hot for the season, and black pants. The neighbors would've almost thought he was gothic. Almost; Goths look happier. (A/N: Sorry; I couldn't resist.) Fortunately they were all eating breakfast as well. "Hello Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley." Said Lupin bravely, nodding to each in turn. Tonks gave a half-hearted smile, Mad Eye was eyeing them through his hat, and Snape simply sneered as usual. At this, Vernon blundered in front of his family, as if the unwelcome guests had just uttered death threats and foul curses against them. "What are you doing here? Because, I swear we've been treating that boy just fine!" He shouted doing his best to look intimidating, but failing miserably. "You had better watch your tone, Dursley." Said Mad Eye achieving a much more intimidating voice. "No, we are just here to get Mr. Potter." Snape spat spitefully. (A/N: Try saying that 10 times fast.) "Are you ready Harry?" Asked Lupin, trying to get the conversation back on a more polite tone. "Yes, I just need to go get my things." He said and turned to go up the stairs. "I'll help you." Said Tonks. But Lupin interfered, "Er.no Tonks, why don't you let Severus help instead?" Harry rolled his eye and so did Snape. Tonks looked put out. She may be a clutz, but Harry preferred her over Snape any day. Harry still hadn't forgiven him for what; he did not know. Harry stomped up the stairs, Snape following two steps behind. When they reached the landing, Harry turned toward his room and opened the door. He went over to his closet and began to drag his trunk out, but then stopped and turned to his potions teacher. He was still standing in the door way looking around with a disgusted look on his face. Harry hadn't cleaned up his room all summer. "You could try cleaning sometime Potter; you might fit in better here." Said Snape shrewdly. "You should try washing your hair sometime Professor Snape; it might not be so greasy." Replied Harry, feeling slightly bold at the moment. "You're lucky we're not in school now, Potter, or you would have to pay for that." Said Snape, his eyes narrowing. "I thought that you were supposed to be helping me get this stuff down." Said Harry, now attempting to push his trunk out the door. "Oh, but it's so much more fun to watch you try to do it yourself." He replied with a triumphant grin. But this only made Harry push harder, and he was soon at the bottom of the staircase. He was getting out his broom when Lupin stopped him. "No, no. We've permission to take a portkey this time." He said and took out a large brown feather from his tattered pocket, causing the Dursleys to make confused and frightened frowns. "What's it going to do?" Asked Uncle Vernon tentatively. "It is charmed to disappear from here, taking whatever is touching it, at precisely 6:35 this morning, and reappear with whatever was touching it at our destination." Lupin replied as simply as possible. Uncle Vernon, who clearly still confused, said, "Oh. Well, it's not going to blast a hole in my ceiling or anything like that, is it?" "No, not at all." "We'd better grab on; it's 6:34:32.33.34." Said Mad-Eye gruffly, looking at his watch. "Right." He said and held it out with both hands. The others did the same, and Harry grabbed on end with one hand and a handle to his trunk with the other. Tonks, who was on the other side of it, took the handle on the opposite side. "Well, it was, err.interesting seeing you again. Bye." Said Lupin as thee self-appointed spokesperson of the group, then they all disappeared.
A/N This won't be posted 'till Wednesday, and sorry about the wait. I started it on Thursday afternoon, but then made the mistake of watching the new LOTR movie (Which by the way is AWSOME. I may eventually make a fic about it.) and I spent a day thinking about that. It was a good thing, though, because it made me think of a new aspect of the consequences of the end of book 5, and inspired a new sub-plot. The reason the last two chapters have been kind of sucky is because I've been rushing to get to this new part of the story. It'll be in the chapter after next, most likely. Now to begin the next one before I have to go to bed. Oh, before I go, happy belated Labor Day to all Americans! Urg! Me no like this chappie, but me no have time to change it.