Molly cleared her throat and wiped her tear stained cheeks. 'Harry, would you go up into the kitchen please? We need to talk.' She whispered. 'I'll be there in a moment.'
Harry nodded and proceeded up the stairs. He walked up the hall into the kitchen and sat down by Remus at the table. Suddenly there was a great wailing noise outside the kitchen door.
'Filthy half breeds! Dirty Mudbloods! Woke me AGAIN! Traitors! Out of my house! OUT OF MY HOUSE! I SAID OUT-'
And then there was silence. The curtains covering Mrs. Black's portrait were pulled closed, apparently by Mr. Weasley who, a moment later, opened the front door and shouted 'KINGSLEY! HOW many times do I have to tell you NOT to ring the doorbell!'
'Er- right. Sorry then. Anyways, I just got back from the meeting, but I'll have to share the news with all of you a bit later, just letting you know I've got to run. Going to have a word with Albus.' And Kingsley Shackelbolt turned around and walked off again.
Arthur walked into the kitchen, shaking his head. 'Why is it so hard to remember not to ring the doorbell?' he muttered to himself.
'Harry?' Molly came into the kitchen a few moments after her husband. 'I think it's time you go to sleep now. Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with you tomorrow, he prefers he tells you what's going on, rather that all of us,' she said.
Harry nodded, as he was very tired after the long night. 'Night,' he said to the people in the room, and left the kitchen. As he climbed the stairs, he realized just how tired we was. His feet seemed to become heavier with every step he took. When he finally reached his room, he had trouble closing his hand around the doorknob. When he finally managed to get the door open, he found Ron lying on his bed, clearly trying to stay awake as well.
'Oh, Harry,' he said.
'Ron, have you got any idea what time it is?' asked Harry.
'Oh, yeah.' Ron lifted his arm and made a strange, moaning noise. 'It's half 3' he mumbled, before dropping off to sleep in a most awkward position.
'Mm,' mumbled Harry, before falling asleep and falling half way onto his bed and sliding to the floor.
'Harry,' came a familiar sounding whisper. 'Harry, wake up, Dumbledore wants to speak to you.'
'Mrs. Weasley?' Harry mumbled. 'What time is it?' he asked.
'It's five, Harry dear,' Molly replied. 'Why on earth are you sleeping on the floor?'
Harry groaned and climbed to his feet. 'I fell asleep before I could get into bed,' he mumbled.
'Oh my. Well, I'm sorry to wake you Harry, but Professor Dumbledore's got work to do, and he's here now.'
Harry followed Molly through the door and down the stairs. He found Dumbledore in the kitchen, having a cup of tea. 'Hello, Professor,' said Harry.
'Good morning, Harry,' said a cheerful Albus Dumbledore. 'Sorry to wake you but, you know, urgent business.'
'Oh, it's no problem,' said Harry sleepily.
'I've got some good news, but I have to tell you something first. The reason we brought you here is that death eaters were spotted in Little Whinging. I sent Remus for you and he was attacked on his way there. Fortunately he was not terribly injured.'
Harry nodded; he thought it might have something to do with Death Eaters or Voldemort in Little Whinging.
'I would like you to know that you are expected to continue with your occlumency lessons with Professor Snape.'
Dumbledore smiled. 'Well Harry, would you like to hear the good news?' he asked.
'Yeah, go on then,' replied Harry.
'Actually, I have a few bits of good news. As Mr. Fudge resigned as Minister of Magic, Arthur has just got the results back from a poll, and it appears that he has approximately 93% of Brittan's votes!' said Dumbledore excitedly. 'And, we've just gotten a grant from the ministry for three million galleons for a new Order of the Phoenix headquarters.'
Harry's jaw dropped once again. 'That's- that's terrific! Wow, Mr. Weasley, Minister of Magic. That's great!'
'Ah yes, and Percival has made up with his parents,' added Dumbledore. Harry smiled. 'Well, I've got to run, Harry. See you soon.'
'Yes, I hope so,' replied Harry. 'Bye.'
Dumbledore stood up and made his way over to the door. He opened it and then abruptly turned around. 'Ah yes, I almost forgot,' he said. He pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to Harry. 'If you don't want it, you're welcome to return it, if you feel you've got enough on your mind.' Harry opened the box. Inside it, he found a golden badge which had the word Prefect engraved into it.
Harry smiled. 'Thanks, Professor,' he said happily. 'I think I can handle it.'
'Yes, yes. I did think so. Oh yes, and one more thing. I expect you'll be joining the order?'
