Chapter Title: 12, Grimmauld Place: The Order of the Phoenix.
Author: Re-Writing Destiny
Disclaimer: Everything but Lana, Erica and the plot belong to J.K.Rowling.
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The attic of 12 Grimmauld Place had now become the official meeting room of the Order. It was bigger than the kitchen, and had the added protection of spells placed on it by the Blacks. It was a special meeting - called due to the events that trasnpired a week ago. Every member of the Order was there - and Harry.
Lupin looked patricularly ill - black circles around his eyes, tired all the time; and it wasn't even near full moon. He only came out of his room to eat, and even then he didn't eat much. He had noticed the change in Harry - a certain hardness now formed part of the boys face and the way he stood, spoke, and went about everything.
Harry practiced magic everyday - read up on any spell that could inflict harm or deflect one that was aimed at him. When Ron, Hermione and Ginny had asked if they could be present, Harry swiftly told them no, that this was a need-to-know basis, and they didn't. Need to know, that is. Or so Harry told them. They looked shocked, but Harry closed the attic door without so much as another word.
Whatever had happened in the DOM had changed Harry - and at the minute, they weren't sure it was for the better.
Dumbledore was the last to arrive. "Be seated," he said softly, and the chatter died down and they sat. Dumbledore stood up. "We have a situation on our hands, and even I have to admit that I am not entirely sure how to deal with this. Lana broke many Laws last week - she even murdered."
He was cut off by Harry - "She killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She deserved to die."
"Murder is still murder Harry, no matter what the reason." Dumbledore reasoned.
"So why hasn't she been thrown in Azkaban before? All the Death Eaters Lana defeated, I'd think that she would have had the Dementors kiss well before now.", Harry continued to argue.
Dumbledore pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "May I continue?" Harry nodded. "Good. I do not want to hand her over to Fudge - far too many questions to answer. I prefer to deal with my own in my own way. Currently, Lana is lying in a coma in the hospital. The magical kind for which there is no cure. I am hoping that something will snap her out of it like Sirius dying did before. However, I don't know what that something could be."
"You can't punish her - she is not a child." said Bill Weasley.
"Oh be quiet Bill, you don't know what you're talking about." said Molly.
"I know a hell of a lot more than you Mum, because you've never been in a battle. Harry's seen more in two months than you have in a lifetime." Bill said, with a degree of sympathy for Harry.
Molly slapped Bill across the head with her right hand.
"Please - we need to discuss what we are going to do. It was clear, from what I have heard, that Lana lost her mind in there." Dumbledore tried to continue.
"Stark raving mad, more like." said Tonks.
"She was grieving." said Lupin, barely above a whisper. He knew all too well what it was like to go crazy with grief, but he had never let it manifest. He just continued to hate himself day after day for being the survivor.
"Still...I have decided to leave it to myself, Remus, and Harry to make a decision on what happens to Lana. Those closest to her might have a clouded judgement on this - but she endangered their lives, hurt them the most. Lana didn't care what happened to them, as long as she got her way. And now - "
A piercing scream was heard from downstairs, followed by a loud thump.
Fred and George Disapparated downstairs. The front door was wide open, the sun beaming in - Hermione was backed against the wall, her eyes wide in terror - Ginny walked in just after with Ron, and screamed. Ron just stared.
"I think I better go get Dumbledore." said Fred said quietly.
Author: Re-Writing Destiny
Disclaimer: Everything but Lana, Erica and the plot belong to J.K.Rowling.
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The attic of 12 Grimmauld Place had now become the official meeting room of the Order. It was bigger than the kitchen, and had the added protection of spells placed on it by the Blacks. It was a special meeting - called due to the events that trasnpired a week ago. Every member of the Order was there - and Harry.
Lupin looked patricularly ill - black circles around his eyes, tired all the time; and it wasn't even near full moon. He only came out of his room to eat, and even then he didn't eat much. He had noticed the change in Harry - a certain hardness now formed part of the boys face and the way he stood, spoke, and went about everything.
Harry practiced magic everyday - read up on any spell that could inflict harm or deflect one that was aimed at him. When Ron, Hermione and Ginny had asked if they could be present, Harry swiftly told them no, that this was a need-to-know basis, and they didn't. Need to know, that is. Or so Harry told them. They looked shocked, but Harry closed the attic door without so much as another word.
Whatever had happened in the DOM had changed Harry - and at the minute, they weren't sure it was for the better.
Dumbledore was the last to arrive. "Be seated," he said softly, and the chatter died down and they sat. Dumbledore stood up. "We have a situation on our hands, and even I have to admit that I am not entirely sure how to deal with this. Lana broke many Laws last week - she even murdered."
He was cut off by Harry - "She killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She deserved to die."
"Murder is still murder Harry, no matter what the reason." Dumbledore reasoned.
"So why hasn't she been thrown in Azkaban before? All the Death Eaters Lana defeated, I'd think that she would have had the Dementors kiss well before now.", Harry continued to argue.
Dumbledore pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "May I continue?" Harry nodded. "Good. I do not want to hand her over to Fudge - far too many questions to answer. I prefer to deal with my own in my own way. Currently, Lana is lying in a coma in the hospital. The magical kind for which there is no cure. I am hoping that something will snap her out of it like Sirius dying did before. However, I don't know what that something could be."
"You can't punish her - she is not a child." said Bill Weasley.
"Oh be quiet Bill, you don't know what you're talking about." said Molly.
"I know a hell of a lot more than you Mum, because you've never been in a battle. Harry's seen more in two months than you have in a lifetime." Bill said, with a degree of sympathy for Harry.
Molly slapped Bill across the head with her right hand.
"Please - we need to discuss what we are going to do. It was clear, from what I have heard, that Lana lost her mind in there." Dumbledore tried to continue.
"Stark raving mad, more like." said Tonks.
"She was grieving." said Lupin, barely above a whisper. He knew all too well what it was like to go crazy with grief, but he had never let it manifest. He just continued to hate himself day after day for being the survivor.
"Still...I have decided to leave it to myself, Remus, and Harry to make a decision on what happens to Lana. Those closest to her might have a clouded judgement on this - but she endangered their lives, hurt them the most. Lana didn't care what happened to them, as long as she got her way. And now - "
A piercing scream was heard from downstairs, followed by a loud thump.
Fred and George Disapparated downstairs. The front door was wide open, the sun beaming in - Hermione was backed against the wall, her eyes wide in terror - Ginny walked in just after with Ron, and screamed. Ron just stared.
"I think I better go get Dumbledore." said Fred said quietly.