Chapter two: Deatheaters strike
Immediately Harry was engulfed in a mass of bushy brown hair as Hermione Granger pulled him into a bone-crunching hug.
"Harry, thank Merlin you're here—we've missed you so much. We have so much to tell you."
"OK, but first…can you let go of me because I don't think Madam Pomfrey takes house calls," Harry sputtered.
"Oh, sorry, Harry," she said going slightly red.
"Harry," called Ron Weasley, "Good to have you back, mate" He said, clapping Harry on the back.
Then Harry was tossed around the room being hugged or receiving a handshake from everyone. Ron, sensing his Harry's discomfort asked Mrs. Weasley if they could go up to Harry's and Ron's room and she gave an affirmative nod. As Harry followed Ron, Ginny, and Hermione up the familiar staircase, his slew of eager questions were promptly ignored until they reached his room. The walk felt like hours and Harry was relieved when they were finally able to sit and talk.
"So has Voldemort attacked yet?" Everyone looked grim. "What? Who did he attack?
"Deatheaters attacked Luna's house today," Hermione piped up hesitantly when no one else would, "She wasn't home, but her dad was and they…" Her voice trailed off as if she couldn't seem to fight the words off of her tongue.
"They killed him," finished Ron "After torturing him, of course," He scowled deeply, "those sick bastards."
"They must've known that she was in the Department of Mysteries that night." Ginny finally broke her subdued silence.
"So where's Luna going to stay, since her mum is already dead," asked Harry.
"She should be here any minute now," Ginny announced. As if on cue, the door swung open and Luna Lovegood walked in.
"Hi, Luna," said Ron
"Hi, everyone," said Luna. But Harry was paying no attention to her words because he was too busy paying attention to her face. Luna was not crying, nor did she look like she ever had been. She seemed perfectly normal, yet Harry was sure that she knew that her father had been brutally murdered. So why was she so calm? Harry looked around the room and saw that everyone else seemed to be pondering this also.
"So how are you Luna?" Hermione asked with a maternal look on her face.
"I'm fine," she said wearing a blank expression on her face. She then plopped down next to Ron and pulled the Quibbler from her pocket and promptly began to read.
Harry was going to further interrogate them about Voldemort, but when he opened his mouth to speak Hermione silenced him with her hand. She quickly withdrew her hand; going red she whispered "Don't talk about him around Luna." Harry quickly understood and thanked Hermione for stopping him.
Then there was silence which seemed to last forever, and Harry was glad it was broken by Mrs. Weasley calling them for dinner.
When everyone had assembled around the table they began their delicious meal of roast chicken, potatoes, peas, and bread. Just then Professor Dumbledore arrived and announced that there would be an Order meeting after Dinner.
So after dinner Mrs. Weasley told the 5 teens to go upstairs. Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny started to walk, Harry, however stayed where he was.
"I'm not allowed?" he asked tensely.
"No, Harry dear, not –
"After another year of getting away from Voldemort you people still don't think I can handle it?!" Harry roared.
"Harry its not –
"Tell me, how many of you escaped Voldemort five times? How many of you have to live with the fact that you are the only one that can stop Lord Voldemort? NONE! So don't tell me I can't handle whatever it is. I, of all people have a right to know what's going on!" Harry spat.
His shouts could be heard, even above Mrs. Black's;
FILTHY MUDBLOOD SCUM! DIRTYING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHER'S! BLOOD TRAITORS—
Lupin finally closed the curtain and walked back into the room.
"Are you finished Harry," said Dumbledore calmly.
"That depends on whether I am allowed to come to the meeting!" Harry snarled realizing he was on his feet.
"I am sorry to say that you are not allowed into the meeting Harry, but not because you are not ready, because you are not out of school yet. The Order doesn't let members in until they're out of school no matter how many miraculous feats they have under their belt. Now please, Harry, go upstairs and we will call you when the meeting is over." Dumbledore stated.
Harry sighed, defeated. "Alright…but can I at least have some information, like last year when Sir…" his voice trailed off. The memory of Sirius still pained him. Regaining control, Harry said "I'll just go." and he went up to his room, feeling every eye in the kitchen bearing down on him.
When Harry got to his room he lay down on his bed and thought about what just happened. Tears came almost instantly. He cried because of how arrogant he had been to the others in the kitchen. He knew what they must think of him after that outburst. But he mostly cried because of Sirius's death and how it was his fault. If only he hadn't have tried to play the hero. If only he had opened Sirius's present he could have contacted him that way, instead of Umbridges' office. If only he would have told Snape first. If only…
He heard the door open and he instantly pretended to be asleep. It was Ron and Hermione. Harry felt the need to have his two best friends with him so he got up and apologized to both of them for the way he acted and made plans to apologize to everyone else after the meeting. Harry asked Hermione if there were any other attacks and was glad when her answer was no. Then Ginny and Luna came in and Ron was setting up for a game of exploding snap there was a knock on the door.
Harry got up to answer it. When the door opened, Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall were revealed, all looking very serious, and in Snape's case seriously angry at being where he was.
"Could we speak with all of you downstairs, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, they all should be mature enough for this, right, Albus," she said rather quickly, and Harry could sense the note of panic in her voice.
"Yes I do believe so, Minerva."
Authors note: find out what it is they want and much more in the next chapter. R&R and enjoy