Dinner With Voldie and the Escape of the Spies 3
Through the Grapevine:
Dumbledore's face paled rapidly. However, the meeting was not quite official. In order for the spells documenting the events of the order to come into place as well as the wards detecting if someone was unloyal to the order, they must all say the official Order pledge.
"Let this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, begin. Let us all say the pledge."
Dutifully the members of the Order rose and as a unit began,
"I am a good magical being,
Not a Dark killing machine.
If we are to fix our world,
We must first defeat You-Know-Who;
Muggles are innocent, not stupid."
Once they were all seated again, Albus asked Molly, "Now what, exactly do you mean something dreadful has happened to Harry?"
"I mean just what I said Albus! Gah! You're the most powerful wizard in the world and you don't know what the word 'dreadful' means!" she began ranting. She took a deep breath and began to build up speed. Fortunately for Dumbledore, just before the storm took a breath to build up speed, Arthur broke in before the storm could fully explode.
"Hush, dear," said Arthur passively while patting his wife on the back. He then nodded at Minerva to tell Albus all about the problems plaguing the poor boy that we all know and love.
"I cannot in all good conscience leave Harry there in that house with those magic-hating miscreants, knowing that he is so torn up and knowing that I can help him. And you shouldn't either, Albus," finished Minerva McGonagall.
Dumbledore, however, had barely registered the end of Minerva's monologue. He was in shock. 'This is a problem,' he thought. "What shall we do?" asked Dumbledore to the Order, "He is safe at Privet Drive, yet emotionally he will destroy himself." Dumbledore then pointed to the left side of the room and said, "All those who believe that Harry should leave the Dursleys immediately, please stand over here and"-now he pointed to the right-"all those who believe that Harry should remain at the Dursleys for the time being, please step over here."
Molly, Minerva, Remus, Sirius, and a few others stepped over to the left immediately. However, Arthur, Made-Eye, Kingsley, and Tonks shuffled over to the right.
"Arthur!" exclaimed Molly, "What do you think you're doing? Get over here right now!"
Arthur winced at the sharp tone of his wife, but resolutely remained in his spot, cleared his throat and said, "No, Molly, I think that Harry should remain at the Dursleys for the time being." Thus, it was Arthur Weasley who began the debate on whether Harry should leave the Dursleys or not, with Dumbledore as judge.
A half hour later, the "discussion" didn't look any closer to a conclusion and the fence hoppers, such as Hestia Jones and Dedalas Diggle, didn't help matters much, neither did Dung's loud and obnoxious snoring.
"You can't expect a boy just sixteen years old to be able to cope with his godfather's 'death,' hear the prophecy, and then go back to life as an ordinary teenager," yelled Molly Weasley into old Elphias Doge's deaf ear.
At the same time, Moody was gruffly telling Sirius and Remus, who were trying to double-team him, that it was obvious that the boy needed to stay in the Dursley household so that he could "be safe and away from the inner workings of the Order" because he and his friends were "entirely to nosy for their own good."
That was when Snape burst into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Gasping for breath, he managed to spurt out, "The Dark…Lord…is …planning…an attack…" and with that Snape fell to the ground, almost, but not quite, in a faint. The disagreement which had dominated this particular Order meeting came to a close. Harry Potter's emotional welfare was important, but it took a backseat when innocent people's lives were being wiped out from underneath their feet.
Sirius Black fell through the veil yelling, "It's all your fault Harry! You killed me!"
"No, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to Sirius! Come back!"
Harry woke up yelling. He was dreaming about Sirius Black falling through the veil again.
"Boy! If you don't shut it…" started Vernon Dursley. But it seemed just as soon as Vernon began screaming at Harry, he remembered the warning he had received just a couple weeks ago from the Order of the Phoenix. Vernon stamped off muttering about being threatened in his own house by freaks no less, leaving Harry to think in peace.
'It's all my fault. I killed him. He died to save me. I killed my own godfather. I'm -or was, now that I've killed him-a horrible godson. If it weren't for my saving people thing, he would still be alive, but ooh no! Certain people just have to go off and try to save the day. Certain people just can't imagine living through just one year without killing someone!'
Harry's thoughts continued in this vain for some time. When he reawoke a few hours later and went downstairs for breakfast. He ignored all of Dudley's frightened glances as well as Vernon and Petunia's angry glares, eating steadily. After Harry had finished eating, he walked outside thinking about the prophecy.
He had come to the conclusion that he was going to die. There was no doubt about it. Look at Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel at the Department of Mysteries. What did he, Harry, have? A slightly better than average Stunner and extremely good luck? Good luck was bound to eventually run out and probably sometime soon. No, he was defiantly going to die. But that was ok because then he would be with his parents and Sirius again. He continued to stroll down to the park with his depressing thoughts. Occasionally he would blurt out things like, "Since I'll be gone, someone will have to be the new Boy-Who-Lived. That'll be Draco, he'd love the attention," or "All my gold would go to Ron and the Weasleys." Once he even exclaimed, "With me gone, the world would be able to get a closer look into the life of the famous Boy-Who-Lived! After all, there would be no one holding Neville, Dean and Seamus back, much less Ron and Hermione. Hell, even Dumbledore and Snape'll get their say!"
Unfortunately, for Harry, it just so happened to be Minerva McGonagall watching him underneath the safety of Mad-Eye Moody's invisibility cloak-the good one, only the best for the Head of Gryffindor House.
"I told Albus, he simply could not be left alone! Now Harry's considering suicide! This is a messed up world in which I live," she thought before hurrying to apparate back to Grimmauld Place. Albus and the rest of the Order needed to know, even in Molly Weasley would pop a vein, or two.
"My Death Eaters," said Voldemort. "My disappointment in each of you is great lately. Since my disappoint is too great to put into words, I shall…sing you a song called 'Satisfaction' by the Rolling Stones."
Murmuring began sprouted among Voldemort's small collection of followers like Old Faithful. "My Lord," said a brave-and yet cowardly- Death Eater, "We humbly beg for knowledge. What are these rolling stones of which you speak?"
Voldemort sneered at the Death Eater and in a nasty voice replied, "The Rolling Stones are a Muggle band. The Rolling Stones are I believe the one thing that Muggles did right.
As the longtime favorite Death Eater of Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange felt it was her right to speak up to their master, for every ruler had at least one person who was able to tell them the truth, not just what they wanted to hear, but the truth of what is in the minds and the hearts of all people being ruled over. Since, her master was a great and powerful man, Bellatrix never really felt the need to speak up against her master, but in this case…The filthy Muggles who are taking over the world which was rightfully theirs, doing something right? C'est impossiblè! So she gathered what little courage a Slytherin has, really a true Gryffindor would be better for the taks, and protested, "But my Lord, the Muggles...they are incapable to doing anything correct. Surely my Lord, must know this."
"Silence!" shrieked Voldemort. And there was silence in the musty dark room where the meeting of some of the most evil minds that ever existed plotted for their world domination. And softly, ever so softly, he began:
"I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
And he's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.
I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.
I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction."
Silently, the Death Eaters listened to Voldemort sing. If indeed it could be called singing. It was an extremely good thing that their lord did not aspire to become a pop singer in either the Muggle or their precious wizarding world. Of course, no one would tell him this, not even Voldemort's once favorite Death Eater, Bellatrix. Obviously, she was no longer Voldemort's favorite, else how could he bellow at her to shut her godforsaken mouth.
"Now my servants-I mean brothers, you have a chance, just one, to cleanse yourself to your unworthiness and prove, both to me and the rest of the world that we are pure and purity will triumph! If you should fail, I beseech you for your sakes, come to my presence for your death quickly, and I might spare you the pain."
With sickly sweet voice and an evil gleam in his eye, Voldemort continued his speech, "Some day next week at nine o'clock, we will attack the muggle city of Bristol. When you feel the burn on your beautiful Marks, you will apparate immediately to Bristol. Lucius, be certain to bring your son for this attack, I want to see the training he's been up to under your, ahem, excellent tutelage. Now, Barty, you will set up the apparition points, for we do not want to be seen until the opportune moment. Also we will see the look of utter surprise on those fools faces. Now that our spy is out of our mist, we will be completely unhindered and thus able to cause massive destruction in the world in which we live, which is soon to be ours…"
Sirius motioned to Remus at the end of the meeting. Together, as in the golden days of the Marauders, they cornered the target. Only in this case, the target would be one of the most powerful wizards alive, still the goal of man must exceed his reach.
"Albus," began Remus, "I will come straight to the point and forget the pleasantries." Dumbledore nodded.
"I have come to the conclusion that there is more to what you told Harry that night after the battle at the Department of Mysteries. It is not like Harry to ignore his friends without cause. It is also unlike Harry to be so listless and depressed that he is talking to himself aloud. So knowing all of this, I don't understand why Harry is not here at Headquarters."
Dumbledore replied, "Yes, it is true, the news I gave Harry that night would have been highly disturbing to him. And I have yet to tell Harry that Sirius is yet among us."
"What did you tell him that night Dumbledore that the rest of the order, nor I, his godfather, do not know about?" asked Sirius angrily.
"The prophecy."
"And you did not see the need to tell the order this prophecy that we so meticulously guarded all this year, much less me!"
"No, it is Harry's secret to tell. It would not have been right for me to have told anyone else without having told him first. Furthermore, now that Harry knows the contents of the prophecy, only he can determine who will know about it."
Both Sirius and Remus were silent for a minute. If Harry knows, then they could probably get to know the prophecy from him UNLESS Harry really didn't want anyone to know about the prophecy, which would be apparent from his behavior recently. Well, just as obviously, they weren't going to get any more information out of Dumbledore, so their only option would be to find a way to make Harry tell. But Harry can't tell them something as important as the prophecy over a letter; therefore, he would have to be here at the Headquarters…
Breaking the silence, Sirius abruptly said, "Well, why can't Harry come here?"
Dumbledore replied, "We just decided that Harry will come as soon as possible. Unfortunately, as soon as possible is after this attack on Bristol that Voldemort is planning."
"Yeah, as if that's a problem Dumbledore. We all know that if you really wanted Harry to be here now, then he would be here now. So cut the crap and tell us directly the exact reason why you are delaying his coming," said Remus.
"Well, I thought it best that he stay at the Dursleys to renew the blood magic with the Dursleys. I have thought that knowing the contents of the prophecy that Harry would pull himself together rather than dwell on times past."
"What to you mean, 'dwell on times past'?" asked Sirius harshly.
Remus swore. "What?" asked Sirius indignantly.
Glaring at Dumbledore, Remus said, "Tell him, Albus," he dared, "Tell what I now know." Hoping to absolve himself, Dumbledore shamefully hung his head and looked at the ground.
"Sirius, Harry doesn't know…that you're…alive."
"WHAT!" yelled Sirius, "Do you mean to tell me that Harry has been sitting at the Dursleys and he doesn't know that I'm alive!"
Dumbledore nodded meekly in response. Sirius out his hands to his head in frustration and slowly said, "Dumbledore, I am trying really, really, really hard to lose my head. Just tell me what the hell were you thinking when you didn't tell my godson that I was still alive. I came back the day after I went into the veil; why in Merlin's name didn't you tell him that I came back!"
"Well, I thought it best that Harry spend some time alone to think about the prophecy. I had hoped that the news of the prophecy would help to train and that would help his pain to be blocked for a time."
Remus, who had up until this point been pretty much silent, snarled, "Did it ever occur to you that had you told Harry that Sirius was alive, he would not have been depressed. I don't know what the hell that prophecy said, but it was worth letting the poor boy contemplate suicide, Albus! Just tell me something. Had Harry actually committed suicide today, rather than dream about it, would it have been worth it?"
Sirius added, "Right now…I just, I don't think that I can talk to you right now without feeling the urge to throttle you so I'm just going to day this. You will bring Harry here to Grimmauld Place by the end of the week, Voldemort or no Voldemort, prophecy or no prophecy."
Both having said their say, Remus and Sirius turned and left the room. Sirius muttered to Remus, "Do you think he'll bring Harry?"
"I don't know. I certainly hope so though."
Tonks apparated to the Ministry to begin her first day as a maid with that pompous overblown Minister. She still couldn't believe that Fudge had hired, even with all the background information that Kingsley had given Fudge. It wouldn't be easy to pretend that she had no idea where everything was in the ministry when she had practically lived there for the past seven years.
Sighing heavily, Tonks rearranged herself so that she appeared exactly as Alice McColl. With one more sigh, Tonks knocked on the door.
Fudge swung open the door. "Where have you been? I've been here for an hour already." Panting slightly, he snapped, "Well, what's your excuse?"
"I don't have an excuse," retorted Alice or Tonks, whichever you prefer. "I was told to be here at eight o'clock. And here's the kicker-it is eight o'clock!"
Fudge stunned for only a second, checked his watch. Damn! It was eight. Clearing his throat he said, "Well, come in then. I have loads of work for you to do."
Tonks stepped in gracefully while Fudge stuffed a handful of papers and a stamp in front of her. I need you to stamp my signature on these and after that you'll need to clean out the cabinets He pointed to the messy set of cabinets.
Tonks stared at everything. There was no way in hell she'd be able to clean it all up and get it organized. Especially since she would have to do it the Muggle way because her household spells made things worse!
Hours later, Tonks had completed her tasks. "Minister, I have finished. Are there any other tasks that you wish for me to complete?"
"What took you so long? Nevermind, nevermind that. Just go home before I do something or say something I regret."
So ended Tonks' first day working for the Minister of Magic and so ends this chapter of Dinner With Voldie and the Escape of the Spies.
Authors Note: Special thanks to my first reviewer ever Puss In Boots and all other! It means so much:tear: but seriously thanks a bunch! Meanwhile I'm hoping against hope for more reviews! Wishing you lots of laughter, love, and Harry Potter,
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