Authors Notes: Planned out the rest of the fic now and the beginning of the sequel so now it's just a matter of writing it. Please REVIEW :( I live on reviews and i'm starving now!
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Darienetta Stoke: --hands her a plushie doll--
I'm not the weakest link
Chapter Thirteen
Harry doodled a snitch on the parchment that held his half finished revision notes for the levitation charm Wingardium Leviosa, blinking hard. It was well into the night as he waited for a familiar head to appear in the fire before him. Sirius had contacted him via an owl the day before, well; Snuffles did, as the entire note was 'Tomorrow, same time as last' and a paw print. The last time was last year when he needed advice during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Morning Harry," The head in the fire greeted in a low voice.
"Sirius!" Harry jumped off the armchair and knelt down in front of the flames.
"How're you doing? How's school?"
Harry waved off his questions impatiently, "Where've you been? Where did you go? How come you didn't tell me?"
Sirius frowned, the lines creasing his forehead, "I needed some time to think, Harry -it was nothing to do with you and you shouldn't have worried."
"What if Voldemort got you?" Harry hissed. This wasn't the way he'd imagined this conversation to go, although he'd never imagined his Godfather to have a family either.
"Harry -"
"Sirius!"
Harry sighed, since when was he acting like the responsible adult?
"Harry I just needed to get away, leave it at that."
"Fine." He paused, "I'm sorry about Jess."
Sirius nodded, "I think you would've liked her,"
Now it was Harry's turn to nod -it wasn't like there was much he could say and there were only so many times you could hear 'I'm sorry for your loss' before the words became meaningless. He didn't want to be meaningless to Sirius and nor did he want to offer him empty words of condolences. He'd do the best he could.
"Want to hear about Orion?"
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It was the middle of the night, at least, by his reckoning and there was another full moon in two weeks, which meant he would be fine until then.
Remus walked through the well-oiled gate, noticing how there was now no squeak and that somebody had taken the time to at least tame the garden… though the path still wasn't very clear, and the bush that ran down the far side of the front garden still looked like it owned the place -the branches reached regally over the front wall and stretched royally through the now only mid-calf height grass.
Nobody else would be able to see the house if they hadn't been told where it was exactly, the house number, by the Secret Keeper… so to anybody looking at them right now he was walking into what? Nowhere? Except any Muggle who came nearby suddenly had to leave. His head hurt thinking about all the spells on this one house.
"Nice of you to join us, Remus." Yesi greeted when he finally walked through the (freshly painted) door.
"You're welcome, am I the last -"
"One to arrive?" she interrupted, locking the door before following him to the basement, "Yes, since Sirius isn't coming."
"He's talking to Harry from Molly's kitchen." He added helpfully, "He wanted to let him know that he's back. What's the meeting about?" lowering his voice as they sat down in the quite comfy chair.
"Something to do with the prophecy," she responded in the same quiet voice; Bella was getting ready to speak, and after a quick welcome she got down to business.
"We've come to a point where we know some of the people mentioned in the prophecy, however it has been hard to decipher even as far as we have due to a certain Minister…" A mumble of annoyance ran through the basement come hall at the mention of Fudge. "But we know that one is Harry Potter, another is Sirius Black. The problem is we don't know how many Voldemort knows about." Another mumble, if Voldemort knew more than the Order then there was a serious danger.
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A circle of cloaked and masked figures stood rigidly in a circle around the throne. It wasn't a large group, six in all -the most faithful and trustworthy of his most dedicated followers. Voldemort sat on his throne; Nagini curled up by his side.
There was only one report left, and all save one had pleased him greatly.
The Ministry, on the other hand, were beginning to annoy him. Malfoy's report on conversions in the Ministry was not good. Arthur Weasley, the one that was a traitor to all Purebloods, was convincing people that he was back and as much of a danger as ever -and since there was no proof that he had returned (on one hand a blessing) there was nothing to persuade those in useful positions with.
Most unfortunate.
"What have you got for me? Improvement I hope."
"There has been a development, I believe I have identified those involved in the prophecy and." The final Deatheater started, her voice identifying her as a woman, "I'm certain Black was at Hogwarts, my Lord."
No emotion showed on the pale face or in the red slits, "Black?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"And you say you've finished with the prophecy?"
"Yes, my Lord. I believe those involved to be Gabrielle Delacour, Alexandra Louis, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, Orion Taylor and Hermione Granger, Sirius Black and Yesminda Beyan."
"Why are so many Gryffindors?" He spat.
"I believe that they all share some sense of right and wrong -light and dark- that gives them more power against us than most. The sense of good against evil is, as you know very strong in the Gryffindor house."
"My Lord?" Malfoy stepped forward, head bowed low,
"What is it Lucious?"
"I heard something from Fudge, I was talking to him about how chaotic and disorganised Hogwarts has become since Dumbledore took over and he let something slip, my Lord. He said Dumbledore even wanted the 'children of murderers schooled'."
"And you believe he meant…"
"There was another rumour that I did not see to mention as I thought it bore no interest, however there have been several unchecked misuses of magic over the years which stopped this summer. Then the lists were edited and Hogwarts got a new student: Orion Taylor."
"Edited to what?"
"I couldn't determine that, my Lord. I believe she's the daughter of Sirius Black."
"That will not do. Crucio!"
Malfoy fell to the ground, limbs twitching until Voldemort got tired of the punishment and lifted the curse. He turned to the woman,
"Could this be true?"
"Definitely, my Lord. She resembles Black a great deal, and his wife escaped before we could finish with her."
"Well well," he twirled the wand through his fingers, "this does change things. You will make sure that all of those Gryffindors are in Hogsmeade on Thursday night -make sure you are in the fields, away from the main village and we will be waiting for you." He turned to the rest of his innermost circle, his voice even more menacing, "I want them alive."
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A/N: So what do you think's gonna happen? What do you think of the writing, of the characterisations? Hell flame me if you want!
Review Thank You's-
serrebi: :D
Darienetta Stoke: --hands her a plushie doll--
I'm not the weakest link
Chapter Thirteen
Harry doodled a snitch on the parchment that held his half finished revision notes for the levitation charm Wingardium Leviosa, blinking hard. It was well into the night as he waited for a familiar head to appear in the fire before him. Sirius had contacted him via an owl the day before, well; Snuffles did, as the entire note was 'Tomorrow, same time as last' and a paw print. The last time was last year when he needed advice during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Morning Harry," The head in the fire greeted in a low voice.
"Sirius!" Harry jumped off the armchair and knelt down in front of the flames.
"How're you doing? How's school?"
Harry waved off his questions impatiently, "Where've you been? Where did you go? How come you didn't tell me?"
Sirius frowned, the lines creasing his forehead, "I needed some time to think, Harry -it was nothing to do with you and you shouldn't have worried."
"What if Voldemort got you?" Harry hissed. This wasn't the way he'd imagined this conversation to go, although he'd never imagined his Godfather to have a family either.
"Harry -"
"Sirius!"
Harry sighed, since when was he acting like the responsible adult?
"Harry I just needed to get away, leave it at that."
"Fine." He paused, "I'm sorry about Jess."
Sirius nodded, "I think you would've liked her,"
Now it was Harry's turn to nod -it wasn't like there was much he could say and there were only so many times you could hear 'I'm sorry for your loss' before the words became meaningless. He didn't want to be meaningless to Sirius and nor did he want to offer him empty words of condolences. He'd do the best he could.
"Want to hear about Orion?"
----
It was the middle of the night, at least, by his reckoning and there was another full moon in two weeks, which meant he would be fine until then.
Remus walked through the well-oiled gate, noticing how there was now no squeak and that somebody had taken the time to at least tame the garden… though the path still wasn't very clear, and the bush that ran down the far side of the front garden still looked like it owned the place -the branches reached regally over the front wall and stretched royally through the now only mid-calf height grass.
Nobody else would be able to see the house if they hadn't been told where it was exactly, the house number, by the Secret Keeper… so to anybody looking at them right now he was walking into what? Nowhere? Except any Muggle who came nearby suddenly had to leave. His head hurt thinking about all the spells on this one house.
"Nice of you to join us, Remus." Yesi greeted when he finally walked through the (freshly painted) door.
"You're welcome, am I the last -"
"One to arrive?" she interrupted, locking the door before following him to the basement, "Yes, since Sirius isn't coming."
"He's talking to Harry from Molly's kitchen." He added helpfully, "He wanted to let him know that he's back. What's the meeting about?" lowering his voice as they sat down in the quite comfy chair.
"Something to do with the prophecy," she responded in the same quiet voice; Bella was getting ready to speak, and after a quick welcome she got down to business.
"We've come to a point where we know some of the people mentioned in the prophecy, however it has been hard to decipher even as far as we have due to a certain Minister…" A mumble of annoyance ran through the basement come hall at the mention of Fudge. "But we know that one is Harry Potter, another is Sirius Black. The problem is we don't know how many Voldemort knows about." Another mumble, if Voldemort knew more than the Order then there was a serious danger.
----
A circle of cloaked and masked figures stood rigidly in a circle around the throne. It wasn't a large group, six in all -the most faithful and trustworthy of his most dedicated followers. Voldemort sat on his throne; Nagini curled up by his side.
There was only one report left, and all save one had pleased him greatly.
The Ministry, on the other hand, were beginning to annoy him. Malfoy's report on conversions in the Ministry was not good. Arthur Weasley, the one that was a traitor to all Purebloods, was convincing people that he was back and as much of a danger as ever -and since there was no proof that he had returned (on one hand a blessing) there was nothing to persuade those in useful positions with.
Most unfortunate.
"What have you got for me? Improvement I hope."
"There has been a development, I believe I have identified those involved in the prophecy and." The final Deatheater started, her voice identifying her as a woman, "I'm certain Black was at Hogwarts, my Lord."
No emotion showed on the pale face or in the red slits, "Black?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"And you say you've finished with the prophecy?"
"Yes, my Lord. I believe those involved to be Gabrielle Delacour, Alexandra Louis, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, Orion Taylor and Hermione Granger, Sirius Black and Yesminda Beyan."
"Why are so many Gryffindors?" He spat.
"I believe that they all share some sense of right and wrong -light and dark- that gives them more power against us than most. The sense of good against evil is, as you know very strong in the Gryffindor house."
"My Lord?" Malfoy stepped forward, head bowed low,
"What is it Lucious?"
"I heard something from Fudge, I was talking to him about how chaotic and disorganised Hogwarts has become since Dumbledore took over and he let something slip, my Lord. He said Dumbledore even wanted the 'children of murderers schooled'."
"And you believe he meant…"
"There was another rumour that I did not see to mention as I thought it bore no interest, however there have been several unchecked misuses of magic over the years which stopped this summer. Then the lists were edited and Hogwarts got a new student: Orion Taylor."
"Edited to what?"
"I couldn't determine that, my Lord. I believe she's the daughter of Sirius Black."
"That will not do. Crucio!"
Malfoy fell to the ground, limbs twitching until Voldemort got tired of the punishment and lifted the curse. He turned to the woman,
"Could this be true?"
"Definitely, my Lord. She resembles Black a great deal, and his wife escaped before we could finish with her."
"Well well," he twirled the wand through his fingers, "this does change things. You will make sure that all of those Gryffindors are in Hogsmeade on Thursday night -make sure you are in the fields, away from the main village and we will be waiting for you." He turned to the rest of his innermost circle, his voice even more menacing, "I want them alive."
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A/N: So what do you think's gonna happen? What do you think of the writing, of the characterisations? Hell flame me if you want!