"Are you all right, Harry?" Lupin asked him, bending down to his side. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine," Harry told them, standing up, still shaking a little bit. "Poppy, I think Harry and I ought to have a little talk. Please Harry, come to my office," Dumbledore told Madame Pomfrey. "Yes Headmaster," Harry said, walking towards Dumbledore, who led him out of the hospital wing. They walked in silence, only briefly speaking a word to each other when Dumbledore asked him if he was all right walking. As they approached the gargoyles, Dumbledore spat out the password, and the gargoyles split apart. When they reached the door at the top of the staircase, they walked inside only to hear the whispers of the many portraits within the office. "Ah, it's Mr. Potter once again. I hear you have saved the last remaining member of my family. Thank you!" Harry heard the voice of Phineas Nigellus say to him. "Yes, it was my pleasure," Harry replied, trying to sound polite. If he was family to Sirius, then he was family to Harry.
"Please, Harry, take a seat," Dumbledore told him, gesturing towards a chair. Harry complied with the Headmaster's wishes as he gladly took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. His legs were feeling very weak since he had the vision. "Harry, I need you to tell me exactly what happened back there," Dumbledore told him, a look of extreme seriousness on his face. "Yes, sir. Well, I had a dream, and I was once again seeing through the eyes of V-Voldemort. W-Wormtail was there too. And V-Voldemort said that they were going t-to b-b-break out," Harry said. "Ah, I see what you are saying. Well, it is time I called a meeting. Molly Weasley should be able to tell me what is going on," Dumbledore said, glancing at his watch. Harry did not know how Dumbledore used his watch. There were so many hands, but no numbers. He knew it didn't tell time, but he did not know what it did tell. Only a few moments later, Molly Weasley walked through the door with Moody, Kingsley, Snape, McGonagall, Lupin, and Tonks. "Ah, hello. I need to speak with you. Molly, who is watching over the house?" Dumbledore asked. "Well, we have Mundungus, Charlie, Bill, and a few others. I can't think of who else is there, but I know there are more," Mrs. Weasley replied. "Well then, it should be fine. Now, onto the bigger business," Dumbledore began. But before long, there was a knock at the door.
"You may enter," Dumbledore said. Charlie Weasley came running into the office panting. "Voldemort...escaped....Others....are wounded...." Charlie forced out before collapsing to the ground. He was bleeding from his stomach badly. "Molly, hury and take him to Poppy. Everyone else, come with me," Dumbledore said. This was one of the only times in his life that Harry had seen Dumbledore furious. Harry knew exactly why. He had finally managed to capture Voldemort, but he slipped right out of Dumbledore's hands. They hurried down to the Great Hall where they were going to use floo powder to get to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "You first, Harry," Dumbledore told him, giving him a pinch of floo powder. Harry took the powder, and threw it into the fire. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted, stepping into the whirl of flames. He was whisked away through the fire, swirling until he reached his final destination. He saw Bill Weasley lying on the floor, clutching his head.
As he turned towards the door of the room, he saw Wormtail running. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted. Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground. "You're not getting away from me again," Harry said to the stunned body of Peter Pettigrew. But he too fell to the ground in pain. His scar was burning. He knew Voldemort was around him somewhere. "Harry! Are you all right?" he heard Lupin's voice say. "Yes, I'm fine," Harry said, standing up. The pain was gone. Voldemort had escaped for good. "Nice work Harry. I knew you wouldn't let him get away again," Lupin said, smiling. "But unfortunately, Voldemort did get away," Harry replied. "Ah, but we have Peter here. We can just ask him," Lupin said, smiling once more. Harry heard Moody, Kingsley, Tonks, Snape, and McGonagall all talking behind him with Dumbledore. "Come on Harry, let's go see what's going on," Lupin said, helping him over to where the rest of the group was standing. "Poppy will be here soon to take care of the injured. Alastor, please see if you can find anything out about how they escaped. Severus, I'm going to need you to make some Veritaserum, so we can have a little chat with Peter," Dumbledore instructed the group. "See Harry, everything will be just fine," Lupin told Harry, bringing him into a hug.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked him, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm feeling all right. My scar still hurts a little bit though. Voldemort must be mad," Harry told him. "Okay, well, why don't you go get some rest up in your room," Dumbledore replied, pointing up the stairs. It had been a while since Harry had last been here, but he knew that this was his real home. It was where he belonged. He walked slowly up the stairs towards the room he had stayed in earlier that year, his head was lowered and he was stairing at the floor of the house. Voldemort had been in his grasp. He had almost conquered his enemy, but Voldemort somehow slipped out of his fingers. As he entered the room, he saw Buckbeak lying on the floor. He looked saddened, and was letting out a very strange cry. "It's okay Bucky," Harry told the bird, sitting down next to Buckbeak. He began stroking the bird's wing, assuring it that everything would be fine. "What's wrong Bucky?" Harry heard a voice say. He looked up and saw Sirius standing in the doorway smiling. "It's good to be home, isn't it Harry?" Sirius said, taking in the surroundings. "Oh, how I miss this place," Sirius laughed. "I thought you hated it here?" Harry asked him. "Ah, I did. But, now my mother's picture is gone, so I think everything will be all right," Sirius replied. Buckbeak was now standing on its legs, staring at Sirius. It was very happy to see its friend again. Harry could have sworn he saw tears drip down from Buckbeak's eyes. "Harry, you need to get some rest. You look horrible. I'll leave you alone here," Sirius said, closing the door. As he did, Harry jumped onto the bed and laid his head back. It was only a matter of minutes before he fell asleep on the pillow.
"Harry! Wake up! We need your help!" Lupin said, shaking his adoptive son awake. "What? What's happening?" Harry said, sitting upright. "Madame Pomfrey requests all help she can get with looking after the patients," Lupin told him. "The patients?" Harry asked. He was quite befuddled. "Yes, when Voldemort escaped, he managed to injure many Order members, and Poppy needs help looking after some of them," Lupin replied. "Oh, all right. I'll be right down," Harry said, pulling the covers off of him. He looked out the window to see the sun shining on his face. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes, and stood up out of his bed. As he opened the door, he saw his two friends smiling at him. "Why are you here?" Harry asked them. "What? Are we not allowed to be worried about our best friend?" Ron replied, laughing. "Shouldn't you be in school?" Harry asked them. "Harry, it's Sunday," Hermione told him, looking at him as if he were stupid. "Oh, yeah...right," Harry laughed, scratching his head. "Sorry about that, I kinda lost track of time," he said, laughing very hard. "C'mon Harry. Madame Pomfrey needs our help," Hermione replied, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him down the hallway. As they walked down the steps, he saw Madame Pomfrey caring for at least seven members of the Order, who were all lying on beds that had no doubt been conjured not too long ago. Charlie, Bill, and Mundungus were all included in the group of injured people.
"What happened to them all?" Harry asked. He was in shock. He couldn't believe all of these people were injured. "Well, Harry, they were all harmed when Voldemort escaped," Hermione told him. Ron gasped when he heard the name. "Oh, cool it Ron. It's just a name. Get used to it!" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "Madame Pomfrey! What do you need me to do. I'll do anything to help them," Harry said to the nurse. "Well Mr. Potter, you can start by getting some pillows for the patients," Madame Pomfrey replied. "Very well," Harry said, whipping out his wand. "Creo Insumo!" Harry said, thinking very hard about soft fluffy pillows. Seconds later, seven pillows appeared on the floor, just as Harry had imagined them. He put one under the head of each of the injured Order members. "There we go, that ought to help," Hary said, smiling at the work he had done.
"Harry, come on in here. I need to speak with you," Dumbledore said, his face as pale white as a ghost. "Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, walking through the door of the kitchen. Dumbledore closed the door as Harry entered. "Harry, we need to tell you something important," Dumbledore said. "What is it?" Harry asked, getting very nervous. "Well Harry, it seems that Voldemort has now found out more information about the prophecy. He now knows about the part of the prophecy that states you have powers greater than he imagines. He knows he must watch out for you, and that you are a threat to him," Dumbledore told him. "What? How did he find this out?!" Harry yelled. "Well Harry, I'm afraid he overheard a certain Mundungus Fletcher talking about the prophecy," Dumbledore answered. "I'm sorry Harry," a voice came from behind him. Mundungus was walking through the door of the kitchen, limping on his right leg. There was a bandage on his forehead that looked pretty bloody, and Harry saw that his lip had been busted open. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know he would be able to hear me. I didn't know he was escaping," he told Harry, his head lowered to the ground. For once, he wasn't thinking about himself. He was actually worried about the survival of another person.
"How could you be so foolish?!" Harry yelled at him. "I'm sorry! I really did not mean for him to hear me talking! I swear!" Mundungus replied, backing up into one of the corners of the room. His eyes were swelling up with tears, and Harry could see he didn't really mean for Voldemort to find out. "It's all right Dung. I'm sorry for yelling. It's just that, now that Voldemort knows what's in the prophecy, he'll be prepared for anything a lash out at him. I'm sorry. The whole thing has just got me all worked up and angry," Harry told him. He watched as Mundungus walked back towards Harry, and threw his arms around him. Was this really happening? Was Mundungus Fletcher, the big ol' tough guy really giving him a hug? He laughed when he realized that all Mundungus was really doing was trying to steal some galleons out of his back pockets. He pretended as if he didn't noticed, and he laughed when Mundungus walked out of the kitchen.
"Now, Harry, please take a seat. There are still some matters I need to discuss with you," Dumbledore told him. At that moment, McGonagall, Lupin, Sirius, Tonks, and Moody showed up at Dumbledore's side. "Like what?" Harry asked. "Well, we believe that Voldemort now knows the identity of several Order members, and just like last time, he plans to kill them, along with their family. Mrs. Weasley was one of these people, along with her sons Charlie and Bill. We have taken Ron from Hogwarts for a little while. They will be staying some place else, where nobody will be able to find them. Now, you mustn't speak a word of this to anyone, including Hermione. Nobody must know that the Weasley's are off some place in hiding, much like your parents were," Dumbledore told him. The others nodded in agreement.
"And Harry, once again, I would like to congratulate you on a job well done at the Ministry," Moody added, winking at him with his normal eye. His other eye swivelled in its socket towards the door. "We have an eavesdropper," Moody said, turning towards the door. Harry looked to the door, and saw the face of his other best friend, Hermione Granger. Tears were running down her face as if it was the end of the world. Harry knew she had heard the whole entire conversation about Ron's family.
"Please, Harry, take a seat," Dumbledore told him, gesturing towards a chair. Harry complied with the Headmaster's wishes as he gladly took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. His legs were feeling very weak since he had the vision. "Harry, I need you to tell me exactly what happened back there," Dumbledore told him, a look of extreme seriousness on his face. "Yes, sir. Well, I had a dream, and I was once again seeing through the eyes of V-Voldemort. W-Wormtail was there too. And V-Voldemort said that they were going t-to b-b-break out," Harry said. "Ah, I see what you are saying. Well, it is time I called a meeting. Molly Weasley should be able to tell me what is going on," Dumbledore said, glancing at his watch. Harry did not know how Dumbledore used his watch. There were so many hands, but no numbers. He knew it didn't tell time, but he did not know what it did tell. Only a few moments later, Molly Weasley walked through the door with Moody, Kingsley, Snape, McGonagall, Lupin, and Tonks. "Ah, hello. I need to speak with you. Molly, who is watching over the house?" Dumbledore asked. "Well, we have Mundungus, Charlie, Bill, and a few others. I can't think of who else is there, but I know there are more," Mrs. Weasley replied. "Well then, it should be fine. Now, onto the bigger business," Dumbledore began. But before long, there was a knock at the door.
"You may enter," Dumbledore said. Charlie Weasley came running into the office panting. "Voldemort...escaped....Others....are wounded...." Charlie forced out before collapsing to the ground. He was bleeding from his stomach badly. "Molly, hury and take him to Poppy. Everyone else, come with me," Dumbledore said. This was one of the only times in his life that Harry had seen Dumbledore furious. Harry knew exactly why. He had finally managed to capture Voldemort, but he slipped right out of Dumbledore's hands. They hurried down to the Great Hall where they were going to use floo powder to get to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "You first, Harry," Dumbledore told him, giving him a pinch of floo powder. Harry took the powder, and threw it into the fire. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted, stepping into the whirl of flames. He was whisked away through the fire, swirling until he reached his final destination. He saw Bill Weasley lying on the floor, clutching his head.
As he turned towards the door of the room, he saw Wormtail running. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted. Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground. "You're not getting away from me again," Harry said to the stunned body of Peter Pettigrew. But he too fell to the ground in pain. His scar was burning. He knew Voldemort was around him somewhere. "Harry! Are you all right?" he heard Lupin's voice say. "Yes, I'm fine," Harry said, standing up. The pain was gone. Voldemort had escaped for good. "Nice work Harry. I knew you wouldn't let him get away again," Lupin said, smiling. "But unfortunately, Voldemort did get away," Harry replied. "Ah, but we have Peter here. We can just ask him," Lupin said, smiling once more. Harry heard Moody, Kingsley, Tonks, Snape, and McGonagall all talking behind him with Dumbledore. "Come on Harry, let's go see what's going on," Lupin said, helping him over to where the rest of the group was standing. "Poppy will be here soon to take care of the injured. Alastor, please see if you can find anything out about how they escaped. Severus, I'm going to need you to make some Veritaserum, so we can have a little chat with Peter," Dumbledore instructed the group. "See Harry, everything will be just fine," Lupin told Harry, bringing him into a hug.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked him, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm feeling all right. My scar still hurts a little bit though. Voldemort must be mad," Harry told him. "Okay, well, why don't you go get some rest up in your room," Dumbledore replied, pointing up the stairs. It had been a while since Harry had last been here, but he knew that this was his real home. It was where he belonged. He walked slowly up the stairs towards the room he had stayed in earlier that year, his head was lowered and he was stairing at the floor of the house. Voldemort had been in his grasp. He had almost conquered his enemy, but Voldemort somehow slipped out of his fingers. As he entered the room, he saw Buckbeak lying on the floor. He looked saddened, and was letting out a very strange cry. "It's okay Bucky," Harry told the bird, sitting down next to Buckbeak. He began stroking the bird's wing, assuring it that everything would be fine. "What's wrong Bucky?" Harry heard a voice say. He looked up and saw Sirius standing in the doorway smiling. "It's good to be home, isn't it Harry?" Sirius said, taking in the surroundings. "Oh, how I miss this place," Sirius laughed. "I thought you hated it here?" Harry asked him. "Ah, I did. But, now my mother's picture is gone, so I think everything will be all right," Sirius replied. Buckbeak was now standing on its legs, staring at Sirius. It was very happy to see its friend again. Harry could have sworn he saw tears drip down from Buckbeak's eyes. "Harry, you need to get some rest. You look horrible. I'll leave you alone here," Sirius said, closing the door. As he did, Harry jumped onto the bed and laid his head back. It was only a matter of minutes before he fell asleep on the pillow.
"Harry! Wake up! We need your help!" Lupin said, shaking his adoptive son awake. "What? What's happening?" Harry said, sitting upright. "Madame Pomfrey requests all help she can get with looking after the patients," Lupin told him. "The patients?" Harry asked. He was quite befuddled. "Yes, when Voldemort escaped, he managed to injure many Order members, and Poppy needs help looking after some of them," Lupin replied. "Oh, all right. I'll be right down," Harry said, pulling the covers off of him. He looked out the window to see the sun shining on his face. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes, and stood up out of his bed. As he opened the door, he saw his two friends smiling at him. "Why are you here?" Harry asked them. "What? Are we not allowed to be worried about our best friend?" Ron replied, laughing. "Shouldn't you be in school?" Harry asked them. "Harry, it's Sunday," Hermione told him, looking at him as if he were stupid. "Oh, yeah...right," Harry laughed, scratching his head. "Sorry about that, I kinda lost track of time," he said, laughing very hard. "C'mon Harry. Madame Pomfrey needs our help," Hermione replied, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him down the hallway. As they walked down the steps, he saw Madame Pomfrey caring for at least seven members of the Order, who were all lying on beds that had no doubt been conjured not too long ago. Charlie, Bill, and Mundungus were all included in the group of injured people.
"What happened to them all?" Harry asked. He was in shock. He couldn't believe all of these people were injured. "Well, Harry, they were all harmed when Voldemort escaped," Hermione told him. Ron gasped when he heard the name. "Oh, cool it Ron. It's just a name. Get used to it!" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "Madame Pomfrey! What do you need me to do. I'll do anything to help them," Harry said to the nurse. "Well Mr. Potter, you can start by getting some pillows for the patients," Madame Pomfrey replied. "Very well," Harry said, whipping out his wand. "Creo Insumo!" Harry said, thinking very hard about soft fluffy pillows. Seconds later, seven pillows appeared on the floor, just as Harry had imagined them. He put one under the head of each of the injured Order members. "There we go, that ought to help," Hary said, smiling at the work he had done.
"Harry, come on in here. I need to speak with you," Dumbledore said, his face as pale white as a ghost. "Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, walking through the door of the kitchen. Dumbledore closed the door as Harry entered. "Harry, we need to tell you something important," Dumbledore said. "What is it?" Harry asked, getting very nervous. "Well Harry, it seems that Voldemort has now found out more information about the prophecy. He now knows about the part of the prophecy that states you have powers greater than he imagines. He knows he must watch out for you, and that you are a threat to him," Dumbledore told him. "What? How did he find this out?!" Harry yelled. "Well Harry, I'm afraid he overheard a certain Mundungus Fletcher talking about the prophecy," Dumbledore answered. "I'm sorry Harry," a voice came from behind him. Mundungus was walking through the door of the kitchen, limping on his right leg. There was a bandage on his forehead that looked pretty bloody, and Harry saw that his lip had been busted open. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know he would be able to hear me. I didn't know he was escaping," he told Harry, his head lowered to the ground. For once, he wasn't thinking about himself. He was actually worried about the survival of another person.
"How could you be so foolish?!" Harry yelled at him. "I'm sorry! I really did not mean for him to hear me talking! I swear!" Mundungus replied, backing up into one of the corners of the room. His eyes were swelling up with tears, and Harry could see he didn't really mean for Voldemort to find out. "It's all right Dung. I'm sorry for yelling. It's just that, now that Voldemort knows what's in the prophecy, he'll be prepared for anything a lash out at him. I'm sorry. The whole thing has just got me all worked up and angry," Harry told him. He watched as Mundungus walked back towards Harry, and threw his arms around him. Was this really happening? Was Mundungus Fletcher, the big ol' tough guy really giving him a hug? He laughed when he realized that all Mundungus was really doing was trying to steal some galleons out of his back pockets. He pretended as if he didn't noticed, and he laughed when Mundungus walked out of the kitchen.
"Now, Harry, please take a seat. There are still some matters I need to discuss with you," Dumbledore told him. At that moment, McGonagall, Lupin, Sirius, Tonks, and Moody showed up at Dumbledore's side. "Like what?" Harry asked. "Well, we believe that Voldemort now knows the identity of several Order members, and just like last time, he plans to kill them, along with their family. Mrs. Weasley was one of these people, along with her sons Charlie and Bill. We have taken Ron from Hogwarts for a little while. They will be staying some place else, where nobody will be able to find them. Now, you mustn't speak a word of this to anyone, including Hermione. Nobody must know that the Weasley's are off some place in hiding, much like your parents were," Dumbledore told him. The others nodded in agreement.
"And Harry, once again, I would like to congratulate you on a job well done at the Ministry," Moody added, winking at him with his normal eye. His other eye swivelled in its socket towards the door. "We have an eavesdropper," Moody said, turning towards the door. Harry looked to the door, and saw the face of his other best friend, Hermione Granger. Tears were running down her face as if it was the end of the world. Harry knew she had heard the whole entire conversation about Ron's family.