Chapter Ten
United Orders of the World
"Yippee skippie!" a voice entered the manor at 5 promptly.
"Say Fred, shouldn't there be a party going on?"
"I say there should!" Fred answered.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco came running down the stairs to find Fred and George putting their rain coats and boots beside the door. Their faces, if possible, were split in half by smiles.
"What in the blazes are you two excited about?" Ron splat.
"Well look at this George, Ron doesn't know." Fred said.
"Maybe none of them do. MUM!" At George's words plump little Mrs. Weasley came charging into the room.
"Well, what is it George? Must you two make a production everything time you come home?" A dirty dish rag was in her hand and Ginny was behind her. She looked at Harry then quickly way.
"By George, George, they don't know!" Fred exclaimed smacking his knee. "Oh how smashingly funny!"
"What is it Fred? What are you two going on about?"
"Mum, has any of the Minister works been by the house since we left?"
"Well, no. they all went for Fudge's trial. Seri too." Molly Weasley answered. "Tell me what's going on!"
"Have you turned on the radio?" George pressed.
"No, just tell me George! I don't care if you are 18, I'll turn you over my knee!"
"Any owls?" Fred asked.
"You know damn straight they all go to Algie's (Neil's) houses instead of here. It would attract attention."
"Smashing! You have no idea! Fred, get the radio from Seri's living room."
"I don't get it, what are you going on about?" Ginny asked sweetly.
"EVERYONE IN THE KITCHEN!" George screamed. At this, ten or twenty hurried footsteps came down the hall, down the stairs pass Harry and them. When ever you made such an announcement like this everyone came. it was an order straight form Dumbledore to do so, even if it was a stupid request from one of the twins.
No body was really home today. Krum and Miley, some of the older women and some girls from Greece who were signing up, but everyone was in the kitchen by the time Fred came back with the radio.
"I still can't believe you all haven't heard. It's been the talk of London, I think even the Muggles know something happened." Fred turned the radio on, moved the antenna and turned a knob.
"This is Lee Jordan with your London Magical news. As of eight thirty four a.m. this morning there had been rumors of a change in Minister seating. At nine twenty one a.m. those rumors where conferred by Albus Dumbledore."
Dumbledore's voice took over the sound waves. The kitchen was silent, listening. "It's as simple as this: Cornelius Fudge was more interested in power and his self image then the good of the magical community. The Minister congregation has fired him this morning and replaced him. Due to the recent events of the past year we felt that we need a strong yet sensitive man who would connect muggles and the magical world together. United we stand, divided we fall. The congregation had hired Arthur Weasley, the former head of the Muggle department here in the Ministry of Magic, London."
"Yes ladies and gentlemen, that's right, Fudge has been fired; about time if you ask me."
"Jordan stick to the news."
"Right bossy, sorry. Fudge has been fired and with an up lifting speech from Dumbledore himself, we have a new Minister, Weasley. Let's just pray that he doesn't let the twins help any."
"Hey!" George and Fred screamed at the radio.
"That's all for Jordan at quarter to, see you after your forty-five minute music hour."
The room was silent except for the lasted Witch Sister's song playing. Ron looked from Harry to Hermione searching for a reaction. Molly Weasley had buried herself in her hands, shaking her head softly. "It's ending," she whispered, "It'll be over soon, I know it."
There was a party that evening. As soon as Molly Weasley had pulled herself together, she had ordered every person in the house to do something. The boy where all the clean the house till it was perfect. which really wasn't that hard because Kreacher had been doing an excellent job since Seri had come to number 12. The girls were to bake. They were spitting out five layered cakes, turkeys and hams like nothing. Algie came by with a wheel barrel later. It had been piled with letters congratulating Mr. Weasley and boxes of sweets for the family to eat. Within a short hour everyone piled in from the rain. Dumbledore was smiling, Mr. Weasley's hair was wet and dripping in his face, but he was holding his head high. It was the most magnificent thing Harry had ever seen in his life. That evening he sat down with Patrick and Sirius on either side and ate with the Weasleys. another family moment he hated sharing with them and another moment that he wanted his own dad there.
"Harry."
"What?" Harry snapped in his sleep.
"Harry, roll over."
Harry huffed and turned over in his bed to face Ron. "What?"
"Are you okay mate?"
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine besides the fact I can't go to sleep."
"Talk to me," Ron pleaded.
"About what?"
"Why are you so bummed?"
"Because I can be," Harry growled.
"Mate. come on."
Harry raised himself up on his arms and looked at Ron. His hair was wet and falling into his eyes. "What do you think is wrong?"
"I dunno, I mean you should be pretty glad because my dad's Minister."
"YOUR dad," Harry huffed before rolling back over.
"That's it. your jealous huh?" Ron questioned in surprise.
"Why would I be jealous of you?"
Ron's face fell. "I dunno really. I was just guessing." Ron rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Huh, kinda funny I even said that. Why would famous Harry Potter be jealous of me? He's famous, and rich, and could possibly get any girl in Hogwarts he wanted. He hasn't any brothers to lose or fight with for attention." Ron rambled on to himself till he faded to sleep, still muttering.
Harry laid curled up in a ball, covers pulled up to his chin. Tears were softly rolling down his cheek as what Ron was saying reached his ears. Ron had no idea what he was saying. none at all.
"What does this mean for the Order?" Jessica Flowers asked most urgently.
Harry had collapsed onto the grand oak table in the meeting room. Only the Head representatives of each Order was invited to the Grand Order meetings; representatives, Harry and Arthur Weasley.
"Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley said, turning his attention to the tall, silver breaded man beside him.
"It's all depend on how you run things Arthur. If you do as I know you will, we will have muggle support."
"'ut woodent tat meeen muggal knowledgement?" The Mexican representative blurted out.
"Yes. but we have to do it peacefully." Arthur mutter just load enough for everyone to hear. He leaned back in his chair a hand on the side of his face.
"I'm sorry," Harry uttered, raising his head off the table, "but why do we spend so much time keeping the magical world separate from the muggle world?"
The room slowly zeroed in on Harry and his back down in his chair to the stares. Had he crossed a wrong line? Was his question stupid and childish? Would it be wise to throw the chair out from under him, jump the table and run?
"Is there an easy answer Dumbledore?" an Italian man with shaggy brown black hair falling into her eyes gracefully asked in a prefect dialect of English. Harry directed his attention to the man so not to look as over whelmed as he felt. The man looked not much older than him. He was filled out nicely and unlike everyone else, was not staring at Harry but drawing a picture of a girl on a scrap piece of parchment.
"There is Evan. but it would be easier with the right back ground." Dumbledore directed at the room.
"Harry, we will discuss this after the meeting. As of right now. how can we softly feed the muggles such information they have been denying for so long?" Evan said, his eyes still on the scrap parchment.
The discussion went on; small fights of stupid ideas and silly answers. Harry laid his head back down on the table and Evan didn't say another word.
"Having Britain's government beside us now we are just as strong as Voldemort's forces," Mr. Weasley said. A couple people squinted at the name. "We need a plan of action. this could all be over soon!"
"Calm down Arthur," Dumbledore put a hand up as though to stop traffic. "Do not rush the situation."
"But innocent people will die!" Jessica Flow stood up and cried into the hall. "We are all that stands between Voldemort and his victory! We must act, and act quickly!"
"Here here," Everyone replied.
"No Jessica. we do not stand between him and his victory." Dumbledore lowered his head to gaze at her face. "We are only here to stop the Dark Order and safe lives but we will not be Voldemort's down fall. Thus, we can not decide when it comes."
"I think you're being down right silly!" A girl piped.
"Then who stands in front of his victory? Who decides when all this ends?"
But as though the answer became known to them Harry felt eyes upon him and his scar. They were reading him like an open book. Looking at him as though they just remembered who he was and what he had done before.
"Harry is the only one that has the power, the resource and the connections to stop Voldemort. We can not rush him into something he doesn't understand why he's doing it, what he hasn't to do and why it's him who has to do it. All we can do is help Harry understand and prepare him for what he must do." Dumbledore spoke to the group, but looked at Harry with ocean blue eyes. Harry felt warm and reassured.
"Yippee skippie!" a voice entered the manor at 5 promptly.
"Say Fred, shouldn't there be a party going on?"
"I say there should!" Fred answered.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco came running down the stairs to find Fred and George putting their rain coats and boots beside the door. Their faces, if possible, were split in half by smiles.
"What in the blazes are you two excited about?" Ron splat.
"Well look at this George, Ron doesn't know." Fred said.
"Maybe none of them do. MUM!" At George's words plump little Mrs. Weasley came charging into the room.
"Well, what is it George? Must you two make a production everything time you come home?" A dirty dish rag was in her hand and Ginny was behind her. She looked at Harry then quickly way.
"By George, George, they don't know!" Fred exclaimed smacking his knee. "Oh how smashingly funny!"
"What is it Fred? What are you two going on about?"
"Mum, has any of the Minister works been by the house since we left?"
"Well, no. they all went for Fudge's trial. Seri too." Molly Weasley answered. "Tell me what's going on!"
"Have you turned on the radio?" George pressed.
"No, just tell me George! I don't care if you are 18, I'll turn you over my knee!"
"Any owls?" Fred asked.
"You know damn straight they all go to Algie's (Neil's) houses instead of here. It would attract attention."
"Smashing! You have no idea! Fred, get the radio from Seri's living room."
"I don't get it, what are you going on about?" Ginny asked sweetly.
"EVERYONE IN THE KITCHEN!" George screamed. At this, ten or twenty hurried footsteps came down the hall, down the stairs pass Harry and them. When ever you made such an announcement like this everyone came. it was an order straight form Dumbledore to do so, even if it was a stupid request from one of the twins.
No body was really home today. Krum and Miley, some of the older women and some girls from Greece who were signing up, but everyone was in the kitchen by the time Fred came back with the radio.
"I still can't believe you all haven't heard. It's been the talk of London, I think even the Muggles know something happened." Fred turned the radio on, moved the antenna and turned a knob.
"This is Lee Jordan with your London Magical news. As of eight thirty four a.m. this morning there had been rumors of a change in Minister seating. At nine twenty one a.m. those rumors where conferred by Albus Dumbledore."
Dumbledore's voice took over the sound waves. The kitchen was silent, listening. "It's as simple as this: Cornelius Fudge was more interested in power and his self image then the good of the magical community. The Minister congregation has fired him this morning and replaced him. Due to the recent events of the past year we felt that we need a strong yet sensitive man who would connect muggles and the magical world together. United we stand, divided we fall. The congregation had hired Arthur Weasley, the former head of the Muggle department here in the Ministry of Magic, London."
"Yes ladies and gentlemen, that's right, Fudge has been fired; about time if you ask me."
"Jordan stick to the news."
"Right bossy, sorry. Fudge has been fired and with an up lifting speech from Dumbledore himself, we have a new Minister, Weasley. Let's just pray that he doesn't let the twins help any."
"Hey!" George and Fred screamed at the radio.
"That's all for Jordan at quarter to, see you after your forty-five minute music hour."
The room was silent except for the lasted Witch Sister's song playing. Ron looked from Harry to Hermione searching for a reaction. Molly Weasley had buried herself in her hands, shaking her head softly. "It's ending," she whispered, "It'll be over soon, I know it."
There was a party that evening. As soon as Molly Weasley had pulled herself together, she had ordered every person in the house to do something. The boy where all the clean the house till it was perfect. which really wasn't that hard because Kreacher had been doing an excellent job since Seri had come to number 12. The girls were to bake. They were spitting out five layered cakes, turkeys and hams like nothing. Algie came by with a wheel barrel later. It had been piled with letters congratulating Mr. Weasley and boxes of sweets for the family to eat. Within a short hour everyone piled in from the rain. Dumbledore was smiling, Mr. Weasley's hair was wet and dripping in his face, but he was holding his head high. It was the most magnificent thing Harry had ever seen in his life. That evening he sat down with Patrick and Sirius on either side and ate with the Weasleys. another family moment he hated sharing with them and another moment that he wanted his own dad there.
"Harry."
"What?" Harry snapped in his sleep.
"Harry, roll over."
Harry huffed and turned over in his bed to face Ron. "What?"
"Are you okay mate?"
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine besides the fact I can't go to sleep."
"Talk to me," Ron pleaded.
"About what?"
"Why are you so bummed?"
"Because I can be," Harry growled.
"Mate. come on."
Harry raised himself up on his arms and looked at Ron. His hair was wet and falling into his eyes. "What do you think is wrong?"
"I dunno, I mean you should be pretty glad because my dad's Minister."
"YOUR dad," Harry huffed before rolling back over.
"That's it. your jealous huh?" Ron questioned in surprise.
"Why would I be jealous of you?"
Ron's face fell. "I dunno really. I was just guessing." Ron rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Huh, kinda funny I even said that. Why would famous Harry Potter be jealous of me? He's famous, and rich, and could possibly get any girl in Hogwarts he wanted. He hasn't any brothers to lose or fight with for attention." Ron rambled on to himself till he faded to sleep, still muttering.
Harry laid curled up in a ball, covers pulled up to his chin. Tears were softly rolling down his cheek as what Ron was saying reached his ears. Ron had no idea what he was saying. none at all.
"What does this mean for the Order?" Jessica Flowers asked most urgently.
Harry had collapsed onto the grand oak table in the meeting room. Only the Head representatives of each Order was invited to the Grand Order meetings; representatives, Harry and Arthur Weasley.
"Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley said, turning his attention to the tall, silver breaded man beside him.
"It's all depend on how you run things Arthur. If you do as I know you will, we will have muggle support."
"'ut woodent tat meeen muggal knowledgement?" The Mexican representative blurted out.
"Yes. but we have to do it peacefully." Arthur mutter just load enough for everyone to hear. He leaned back in his chair a hand on the side of his face.
"I'm sorry," Harry uttered, raising his head off the table, "but why do we spend so much time keeping the magical world separate from the muggle world?"
The room slowly zeroed in on Harry and his back down in his chair to the stares. Had he crossed a wrong line? Was his question stupid and childish? Would it be wise to throw the chair out from under him, jump the table and run?
"Is there an easy answer Dumbledore?" an Italian man with shaggy brown black hair falling into her eyes gracefully asked in a prefect dialect of English. Harry directed his attention to the man so not to look as over whelmed as he felt. The man looked not much older than him. He was filled out nicely and unlike everyone else, was not staring at Harry but drawing a picture of a girl on a scrap piece of parchment.
"There is Evan. but it would be easier with the right back ground." Dumbledore directed at the room.
"Harry, we will discuss this after the meeting. As of right now. how can we softly feed the muggles such information they have been denying for so long?" Evan said, his eyes still on the scrap parchment.
The discussion went on; small fights of stupid ideas and silly answers. Harry laid his head back down on the table and Evan didn't say another word.
"Having Britain's government beside us now we are just as strong as Voldemort's forces," Mr. Weasley said. A couple people squinted at the name. "We need a plan of action. this could all be over soon!"
"Calm down Arthur," Dumbledore put a hand up as though to stop traffic. "Do not rush the situation."
"But innocent people will die!" Jessica Flow stood up and cried into the hall. "We are all that stands between Voldemort and his victory! We must act, and act quickly!"
"Here here," Everyone replied.
"No Jessica. we do not stand between him and his victory." Dumbledore lowered his head to gaze at her face. "We are only here to stop the Dark Order and safe lives but we will not be Voldemort's down fall. Thus, we can not decide when it comes."
"I think you're being down right silly!" A girl piped.
"Then who stands in front of his victory? Who decides when all this ends?"
But as though the answer became known to them Harry felt eyes upon him and his scar. They were reading him like an open book. Looking at him as though they just remembered who he was and what he had done before.
"Harry is the only one that has the power, the resource and the connections to stop Voldemort. We can not rush him into something he doesn't understand why he's doing it, what he hasn't to do and why it's him who has to do it. All we can do is help Harry understand and prepare him for what he must do." Dumbledore spoke to the group, but looked at Harry with ocean blue eyes. Harry felt warm and reassured.