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Chapter 8- Arguments

Those bunked at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Lane were happy enough to accommodate a few more for the Holiday season. Hermione and June were to share a room, while Draco, Ron, and Harry were to share another. However, the professors got rooms to themselves.

June thought this tall, dark house interesting. It contrasted much from the HQ of the Slayers. The gigantic home of the Slayers in Rome was large, white and always full of talkative girls and noises from Willow's corner of teaching. This house, however, was dark and everyone was constantly hushed for fear that the huge portrait of Sirius Black's mother would yell out. Nonetheless, June found that the purposes of both places were the same.

To fight against great evils. Some things never changed.

On the second morning there, June awoke to find that Hermione was already downstairs. She got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white sweater, pulled her hair back, and went to join the others--who were presumably in the kitchen.

She entered the room to find the smell of bacon in the air. She smiled. Sitting around the table were Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, Snape, Karkaroff, and another one of her father's friends that she had been introduced to as Remus Lupin. However, something was very weird this morning. There was a kind of tension in the air. Lupin, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat on one side of the table while Snape, Karkaroff, and Draco sat on the other. Mrs. Weasley, Ron's kind mother, had apparated here early, it seemed, so that she could have a proper breakfast made for he troupe.

"Everything smells great, Mrs. Weasley," June said, taking a seat at one end of the table.

Draco gave a short scoff. However, Mrs. Weasley didn't hear it.

"Thank you, dear," she said, over her shoulder.

"So, where's Dumbledore?" June asked, pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice from a pitcher that had been left on the table.

"He's not here," Draco said shortly, scowling at her.

Did I miss something?

"I can see that, thank you. I meant, where is he at if he's not here?" June said slowly.

"I don't know. He'll be by later," Harry said, kindly.

"I think he went by the school with Professor McGonagall," Hermione added.

"Oh. Thanks. So, I guess that means no letter from Buffy then?" June inquired.

There was a general shaking of heads and grunts of "no."

June opened her mouth to inquire to the mood of the table, but breakfast was just served and everyone busied themselves in eating. One by one, as people began to finish, the table was emptying. Finally, it was just June and Mrs. Weasley left in the kitchen.

"What's wrong with everyone?" June asked.

Mrs. Weasley had begun to clear the table. She gave a sigh.

"They've been arguing all morning. Dumbledore called a meeting before you woke and discussed methods we should take against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Well, no one could agree," she explained.

"Who?" June asked.

Mrs. Weasley gave her an odd look. Finally, June remembered.

"Sorry. That's right, you don't say his name. So, what were the suggested plans of action?"

"Well, you see, that's where the problems began. First, Malfoy suggested that we send you in to do something or another, but Harry and the others wouldn't hear of it. Then Ron suggested we send Professor Snape in, but Karkaroff and Malfoy took offense. Well, now they're arguing about anything they can think of."

June shook her head. This could be a problem. Mrs. Weasley turned away to do the dishes and such just as Dumbledore entered the kitchen. He smiled at June.

"Just who I was looking for," he said. He handed her a piece of parchment with her name on it.

"From Buffy?" June asked, even though she knew the answer.

Dumbledore nodded.

June tore open the seal. The letter was simple.

Help is on the way.

June refolded the letter. Then, from somewhere upstairs, Harry and Draco's voices were heard, raised in a quarrel. Then, the portrait of Black's mother decided to put her input into the yelling.

Mudbloods…Ingrates…and so on until Mrs. Weasley rushed out and finally hushed both the portrait and the boys.

"Have you been informed of this recent development?" Dumbledore said.

"You mean the argument?" June asked. Dumbledore nodded and so did she.

"What do you make of it? Do you know how it started?"

"It started stupidly, in my opinion. And as for what I make of it, how can we fight a war if our army is divided?"

"I ask myself that everyday," Dumbledore sighed.

In distance, yet again, another argument started.


End Notes: Alright! Now, I'm finally onto some of the better parts of this story! Oooh, I can't wait till the next chapter! Please R & R! Thanks!