Harry stared at the graves in front of him. He could barely see through the tears trickling their way down his cheeks. He couldn't take his eyes from the names on the gravestone. Arthur and Molly Weasley. Behind him, he could hear Ginny sobbing hysterically. He didn't have to look to his side to see that Ron was crying too. He wiped off the tears from his cheeks, and then turned around, facing Ron.

"I'm so sorry, Ron," he said. "Your parents were the best people I've ever known."

It seemed as though Ron couldn't hear him. With a heavy sigh, Harry turned to face Ginny and Hermione. Ginny stood with her face in her hands, crying. Hermione had her arms around her, trying to comfort her. Large tears trickled down Hermione's cheeks too, but she seemed to have it under control.

"How's Ron?" she asked silently. "I'd like to talk to him, but I don't wont to leave her here all alone." Harry nodded.

"I'll take her," he said and reached out a hand towards Ginny. "Come on, Ginny, it's going to be alright." He doubted it himself, as Mr and Mrs Weasley had served as his own parents for so long. All those summers that he had spent with Ron and his family in The Burrow, and now – that chance was gone.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had ended Hogwarts a couple of years earlier, and they had continued to fight Lord Voldemort. Although Harry knew better than putting Ron and Hermione to any danger, he also knew better than to tell them no. But he had tried to talk the Weasleys out of it.

"Please, Mrs Weasley!" he heard his own voice echoing inside his aching head. "Please, don't go, I'm sure that they will manage without you both." Molly Weasley had shaken her head violently, and said with a choked voice:

"Harry, dear, you don't understand. Too many people have been killed; Tonks and Sirius, and Percy... Please, don't ask me to stay away." She hugged him tightly and then walked out of the kitchen with her head held high.

Knowing far better than to walk after her, Harry had had a strange feeling in his chest; it came almost close to be a son loving his mother. But it had been too late. Mr Weasley had said goodbye to them, and Mrs Weasley had simply kissed them on the cheek and hugged them.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were twenty – two years old, and they knew perfectly well how to look after themselves. Ginny was now twenty-one; she had left Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry five years earlier. She had ended the school as the last Weasley of her generation attending there, and since the trio had left the school one year before, she felt that she had nothing more to do there. Fred and George were now twenty-four years of age, and run their shop very well indeed. Having now earned over three thousand Galleons, they had taken a little vacation to celebrate. They had gathered at the Burrow: Harry, the whole Weasley family – except for Percy – and Hermione. They discussed the matter of the Order of the Phoenix, and what they should do. Suddenly, during pudding, the doorbell had rung and Charlie went to open the door. He came back with Minerva McGonagall.

"Minerva!" said Arthur surprised and jumped to his feet, so did Molly. "What on earth...?" Professor McGonagall – she would never be anything else but that to Harry – interrupted him.

"Arthur, Molly, I have to talk to you." She looked around at them, and nodded.

"I guess that you would like to hear it too?" Fred got to his feet and laid an arm around his mother's shoulders.

"What do you want them to do, Professor?" he asked, and his eyes were suspicious.

"It has to do with the Order, mr Weasley," Minerva said. "I suppose that we cannot take this in privacy?" she added, turning to Mr and Mrs Weasley.

Harry stood up.

"What is it that you can't tell us, Professor? I hope it's nothing extremely dangerous -"

Minerva shuddered.

"Harry, sit down," Hermione said and pulled him down again. "You too, Fred." Fred looked at her with mild indignation, but his mother said the same.

"Yes, please, Fred, sit down. And hopefully, you too, Minerva?" "Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"No, Molly, I do have to get back to London. It's a total mess there, not even Albus thinks we can sort it out this time..."

They all withdrew their breath, and she looked around with a steady gaze.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is so. Dumbledore has told me to gather the remaining members of the Order, and take them all to London. We have to do something, and the first place to start, is at the Ministry of Magic." Harry looked sternly at his old Head of House.

"We are all members of the Order, Professor. Why did you not want to speak with us all?"

"Please, Potter, you have to understand. We need the ones from the old days. Even if I'm sure that Albus would love to have his Army with him again, you have spread with the winds."

Harry turned to Ron.

"I know Neville Longbottom's whereabouts," he said. "And didn't you say that you had contact with Luna Lovegood and the others?" Ron smiled.

"Yeah, I did."

McGonagall stared at them for a moment, then she snorted.

"Weasley, Potter, Granger, how much I do admire your guts, I doubt that your parents will let this happen to you."

Harry lifted an eyebrow.

"My parents are not alive, Minerva. And my life is mine to waste." Harry noticed that they all stared at him.

"Well, isn't it?" he said furiously. "McGonagall, I am an adult, and so are my friends. I don't think that we'll end up in more trouble than we've ever done before. Fighting Lord Voldemort has been hard, we've all lost someone close."

"Yes, Minerva," Molly interrupted, "Harry is quite right. We lost Percy, and the Order lost Tonks, Sirius, James and Lily. You cannot blame him – or them, for that matter – to want to interfere." Mr Weasley took a deep breath.

"What do you want us to do?" he finally said. "We alone, not the children."

Minerva shot a grateful glance at him, and lowered her voice.

"As I said before, we all need to gather in London. We will do a... "

The rest of the plan disappeared as McGonagall lowered her voice yet again. Harry couldn't hear it, nor could the twins or the rest of the Weasley family. Hermione simply didn't want to listen. She held her arms around her, as though she was freezing. Ron's elder brother, Bill, suddenly said to Harry:

"I'm not sure that I want mum and dad to do this." Surprised, Harry looked at him.

"Eh... what do you mean?" he said quietly.

"If mum and dad end up being hurt or even worse, dead, then I don't think I want anything more to do with the Order."

"But it's for a good cause." Harry protested. Charlie looked up at him; he had been following their conversation.

"Do you think that about your mum and dad?" he asked. Harry found himself in an awkward situation, not being able to go back or forth.

"Well...er..." He hesitated. "No, I don't think I do."

There was an strange, forced silence, because McGonagall had stopped talking, and Molly and Arthur had a look of hate and despite on their faces, but yet determination.

"Er... so?" George asked his parents. "What're you going to do?" Everybody around the table, including professor McGonagall, stared at Ron's parents.

Mr Weasley finally spoke after he'd exchanged looks with his wife.

"Yes, Minerva, we'll take the job." McGonagall looked both worried and relieved, the two expressions fighting to get the most space in her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked, as though regretting what she had asked them to do. "We could find someone else."

Molly answered.

"No, Minerva, we must gather the Order again, before the Dark Lord gets to high up. It's time to start."

Harry stared at them, as though he didn't understand what they were saying.

"Are you kidding?" he said, looking at them. "You must be!"

They all looked at him, the Weasley – children going slightly white.

"No, you can't! You don't know how it's like to be there with him! Please, don't do it, I can do it instead, he already wants me dead!" Harry turned to McGonagall, who stared at him with the expression of greatest shock upon her face.

"Please, Professor, I can do it! I don't care if I die, because I'm alone, but Mr and Mrs Weasley have Ron and Ginny, and Fred and George and Bill and Charlie to take care of. Please, Professor!" Molly Weasley looked as though she'd just got one of the biggest shocks of her life.

"Oh my dear Harry," she said, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's not about that. It's about the old Order being put together again."

Harry couldn't answer that. Yes, he wanted Mr and Mrs Weasley alive, but at the same time, he wanted to see what was left of the order together once more. If they were going to loose against Lord Voldemort, they could at least do it with some style.

He lowered his head and refused to meet the worried looks that Hermione and Ron threw at him.

"Harry," Professor McGonagall said, and the tone in her voice made him look up. "I swear, that if it hadn't been for the fact that Molly and Arthur were in the Order, I would never ask them to risk their lives this way. But when the Order was founded in the 1970s, we swore to do whatever we could to bring Lord Voldemort on his knees."

Harry nodded.

"I know that, Professor."

Professor McGonagall looked on the Weasley-children, who all looked slightly white. Ron had an arm around Hermione's waist, but he didn't seem to notice it. Hermione leaned against him, and Harry suddenly thought; "They would make a great couple." Then McGonagall spoke again, and Harry strained his ears.

"Shall I take your silence as a respond?" All of them looked at each other, but it was Bill who finally said the words they all had feared to say.

"Yes, Professor. It's okay for us."