Here is the third chapter! I really hope that we're gonna receive more reviews for this chapter because we need to know if there's actually someone reading this fic. As we've said before, we're two writing this fic. For example, I wrote the first chapter and now, I'm writing this one but it was my sister who wrote the second chapter. I may not be very important but it's always good to know who's writing because there will certainly be some differences.

By the way, I must tell you now that there are gonna be a lot of people dying in this fic because it's necessary for the story to show that it's a war going on. However, I assure you that we're not gonna kill Harry, Ron or Hermione.

OK, I won't make you wait any longer… so now: the chapter. By the way, all the characters, places, etc. belong to JK Rowling and it seems that I'm not JK Rowling (I guess you all knew that lol)

Chapter 3: Change of plan

Since the restaurant episode, Harry, Ron and Hermione hadn't set foot outside the house and the past two weeks had passed without anything important happening and they were not complaining about that. Ron didn't have to go very far to discover all kinds of things he didn't know and almost everything fascinated him, even things as simple as starting the washing machine. As for Harry, leaving the Dursleys after only one week made him really happy and he enjoyed having real vacations for a change. And Hermione didn't see any interest in going out because, for her, the restaurant or the cinema weren't really fascinating anymore.

They had found a lot of ways to occupy their days while staying in the house and Harry was having the best summer vacations he had had for many years. He had almost managed not to think of Sirius and the prophecy and he hadn't had any new nightmares since his arrival. It was probably due to the fact that he was carefully avoiding the subject and that he was trying to ignore everything that could remind him of the events of June.

The only thing that could spoil his enthusiasm was the wizard who had followed them when they had gone to the restaurant. Harry was sure he had seen him before but he couldn't recall who it was exactly. Was it someone from the ministry or the Order keeping watch on them? Or a Death Eater maybe?

He couldn't be a Death Eater, Harry thought for the hundredth time, in hope to convince himself. They don't know we're here. Only Dumbledore and the Order know.

Nothing suspicious had happened since that day, but Harry didn't feel reassured knowing that there were wizards prowling around the house when Hermione lived in a totally muggle-filled area in a small suburb. Moreover, Harry couldn't help thinking that if it was a wizard from the Order who had followed them, he'd have contacted them instead of spying on them.

It wasn't really important anyway. Two weeks had passed since that thing had happened and whoever it had been, he had obviously no intention to try anything or he'd have done it already.

"Harry, could you pass me the butter please?" asked Ron, bringing Harry back to reality.

They were eating their breakfast. Hermione's parents weren't up yet so they had simply made some toasts.

"What? Oh… er… yeah."

He gave him the butter and tried to start a conversation. However, he didn't have to do it. It was Hermione who broke the silence.

"It's been a long time since we've last heard of Voldemort, don't you think?"

"What?"

"It worries me a bit… I mean… We don't know when something's gonna happen."

"It's true" Harry said "But at least, during that time, no one gets killed. It's worrying when we don't know anything but it's even worse to know that there are hundreds of people killed every week and that there is nothing you can do about that."

"I wonder what the Order's doing." Hermione continued. "Do they know what he's up to?"

"Maybe…"

"Do you think they're still as busy as they were?"

"This, Harry, is a subtle way to ask if I can go home now" said Ron on a sarcastic tone. "She's obviously trying to get rid of me…"

"I'm serious, Ron! I was only wondering what was going on. We never know when there's gonna be another attack."

"In fact" he said "I have no idea. No one bothers telling me what's going on in the Order. They say I'm too young… Maybe I could ask Fred and George… I'm sure they'd understand after having tried to get informations from Mum and Dad for the whole past year."

"What do Fred and George have to do with that?" asked Harry.

"Haven't I told you? They joined the Order at the beginning of the summer. They're of age and they left school so Mum and Dad couldn't say no."

"But… they have their joke shop to take care of." Hermione said "They have time for that?"

"Well… I did wonder how they do it too but I thin that, in fact, they couldn't say no when they had a chance to join the Order. They had waited for that for too long to refuse."

"But why haven't you told us before?"

"I didn't think it was important. And… I had forgotten. If you really want to know, Percy joined the Order too…"

"Percy!" interrupted Harry and Hermione at the same time.

"Er… yeah… Now that the ministry is on our side, he automatically made up with my parents and he offered his help. Anyway, what does that change? I don't give a damn about what's going on with Percy! Honestly, he'll always stay a moron for me…"

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed "He's your brother! You should be happy that he and your parents made up. And…"

She didn't have the time to finish her sentence because the owl that brought her the Prophet everyday rushed into the room at that exact moment. She unfolded the newspaper it had put in front of her and looked at the first page.

"There was a new attack!" she exclaimed.

"What? Where?"

"I don't know yet… Wait a minute…"

She glanced through the article.

"It's not far from here!" she said on a worried tone.

"Maybe they're trying to find us…" added Ron, who did not look so reassured either.

"They don't know we're here" Harry reasoned. "And if it were us they were looking for, they'd have come straight away, don't you think? But still… It's not a good sign…"

"Should we warn Dumbledore" asked Hermione.

"No, he probably knows already." Said Ron "We should try not to be noticed by sending owls, you said that yourself."

"You're right." Added Harry "We'd better stay as discreet as we can."

At that moment, a big noise resounded in the hall. Harry, Ron and Hermione jumped.

"What was that? Who did that? As long as it's not…"

"Shh, Ron!" interrupted Hermione. "We'll go there quietly and see what it was. And it was… well, you know who I mean… we'll run and go out by the back door."

Then, seeing Ron's expression, she added:

"Anyway, it's probably nothing. All we have to do is to be quiet…"

At that moment, they heard some voices.

"HARRY! RON! HERMIONE! ARE YOU THERE?"

They all stood up at once and rushed towards the hall. Harry suddenly felt reassured. I knew that voice very well and it certainly wasn't a Death Eater. Moreover, he had only just recognized the noise they had heard. It was the sound of someone apparating… A lot of people apparating in fact.

It seemed that about fifteen people had just apparated in the house. They were all members of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry knew most of them though there were some he had never seen.

He recognized Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mundungus Fletcher, Fred, George and Percy Weasley and two or three others he was certain he had seen before but couldn't remember their name.

"HARRY! RON! HERM-…"

"Shh, not that loud, my parents are still asleep" interrupted Hermione.

Several wizards turned around and noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were standing right behind them.

"What's going on?" asked Ron, a bit worried.

"You read the Prophet?" asked Kingsley, even though it wasn't really a question. We can't let you here. It's too dangerous."

"Where are we going then?" asked Harry.

"Grimmauld Place" Percy answered. "It's probably the safest place."

"When? How?"

"Right now. Pack your things, we're leaving as soon as possible. We'll make a Portkey and you'll leave as soon as you're ready."

"Alright" said Harry.

He started climbing the stairs. So did Ron and Hermione, still obviously surprised to see their vacation projects change so radically.

"I'll come with you!" Tonks called. "It will be over in a few seconds."

At that moment, they heard a sound outside the house. It was as if someone had slipped into the plants in front of the house. It might have been a cat or something like that but Harry didn't feel so reassured, in view of the circumstances. By looking around him, he saw that he wasn't the only one who looked worried.

"Move away from the door!" Moody shouted. "It could be dangerous… Someone has to go and see what's going on."

"It's probably nothing" said a witch Harry didn't know. "We were leaving anyway so why should we worry about things like that?"

"No way! We're not leaving this house until we know what it was outside! What if they were spying on us?"

"Not to mention that my parents are still in the house" added Hermione, who had gone back downstairs at once when she had heard that sound.

"Then" said someone else. "Why don't we all go out at the same time? It'd be safer…"

"What if we all died?" asked Moody on a threatening tone. "Who'd make sure Harry, Ron and Hermione arrive safely at Grimmauld Place?"

"I'll go and see" Percy declared, thrusting out his chest in a ridiculous way.

"Alright" Moody said. "You, go upstairs and pack your things during that time. There's no time to waste."

Tonks rushed upstairs to pack Harry and Ron's things. Hermione climbed the stairs too to inform her parents that they were leaving and to tell them what was going on. As for Harry, he couldn't help staying to look apprehensively when Percy stepped outside.

When he was outside, he took his wand and pronounced an incantation, pointing his wand at the plants the sound had come from. Harry didn't hear what he said but, judging from the red light that came out the wand, he had probably tried to stun whatever was in the plants.

He bent down and searched the shrubs to see if his stunning spell had reached something. Apparently, it had reached something. He pulled something and they saw it. It was a human being, a wizard obviously, wearing a hood. It was a Death Eater. Death Eaters… There were probably others. How long had they been there, in front of the house, spying on them?

Kinsley opened the door and told Percy to come back in quickly, what he obviously intended to do anyway, but he didn't have the time to reach the door. A flash of green light came from behind him and reached him in the back. He didn't move for a moment and then, fell on the ground, dead.

Everything had happened so fast. The scene had last about 15 seconds. For a moment, no one dared to move, still in a state of shock. No one realized what had just happened in front of them. Nor did Harry. It was Kingsley who reacted first.

"Death Eaters!" he yelled. "We can't stay here like that, doing nothing. Now that they know we've seen them, they can attack us any moment! We don't have the choice. We have to go outside and fight!"

"We don't even know how many they are" objected Lupin. "It's not safe. We'd better leave now while everyone is still safe."

"SAFE? SAFE?" Mundungus shouted. "DID YOU SEE WHAT HAS JUST HAPPENED? HE'S DEAD, LUPIN! DEAD! WE CAN'T STAY HERE DOING NOTHING. WE'RE NOT SAFE!

Ron, Tonks, Hermione and her parents ran downstairs, panic-stricken.

"What happened?" asked Ron, panicking. "What's going on? Who's d-…"

"Not enough time!" Moody shouted.

He rushed outside, followed by the other members of the Order.

A few seconds later, Harry followed them. So did Ron and Hermione. They didn't know what to do, but they couldn't stand staying in the house, waiting for a Death Eater to come out from behind a piece of furniture and attack them in the back.

Outside, spells were already coming out from everywhere. The Death Eaters had come out of their hiding places and the battle had begun. Harry saw some of the neighbors coming out of their house to see what was going on. Muggles were screaming with terror, even though they did not understand what was going on.

Suddenly, a flash of red light passed a few centimeters beside Harry.

"STUPEFY!" he yelled while turning around.

He did not have the time to see if his spell had reached its target because another Death Eater came near him and opened his mouth to say a spell.

"EXPERLIARMUS!" yelled Harry at once.

The two spells met and rebounded. Harry had to throw himself on the ground to avoid his own spell. Picking himself up, he saw that the Death Eater, taken by surprise, had been hit by his own spell, which was probably way more powerful than Harry's, and had fallen on the ground, apparently unconscious.

Harry looked quickly around him. Many duels seemed to be going on between Death Eaters and members of the Order, but everyone seemed to be okay. Hermione was standing near the wall and was looking everywhere around her to make sure that no Death Eater was approaching. Ron was trying to help the best he could by throwing spells at all the Death Eaters who were fighting, not noticing him.

Harry saw that Fred had fallen on the ground and that the Death Eater he was fighting was about to jinx him.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" yelled Harry, running towards him.

The spell reached the Death Eater and he froze instantly. Harry was about to stun him but the effect of the spell vanished and he managed to avoid it at the last moment. Then, he turned his attention to Harry.

"EXPERLIARMUS!" the Death Eater yelled when Harry was about to try to stun him again.

This time, Harry wasn't able to dodge the spell and he felt his wand slipping out of his hand and land in the Death Eater's. He was disarmed. He felt a surge of panic taking hold of him. Without his wand, there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, one of Mundungus's spells missed its target and hit the Death Eater who, taken by surprise, lost Harry's wand. Harry threw himself on the ground to get it back before the Death Eater could do anything. Then, without even taking the time to get up again, he yelled "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!".

The spell hit the Death Eater and he fell on the ground while Harry was picking himself up and looking around him to make sure everyone was okay.

"HARRY! RON!" called Hermione.

Harry ran towards her and he saw that Ron was coming too.

"We should stay together" she whispered. "They're ignoring us."

It was true. The Death Eaters were too busy with the Order and weren't able to get rid of them to attack them. When Moody managed to get rid of his Death Eater by stunning him, he rushed towards them.

"You must leave, quickly" he said, not even taking the time to breathe. "It's too dangerous. We'll see you there. Give me your glasses, Harry."

Harry did what he asked even though he did not understand why Moody needed his glasses. He took the glasses, pointed his wand at them and whispered "portus" to turn them into a Portkey.

Harry, Ron and Hermione took the glasses and a few seconds later, Harry felt that unpleasant sensation that you feel when you use a Portkey. After a few moments, they appeared in front of the number 12, Grimmauld Place. They ran outside, without bothering about not doing too much noise in the hall.

The old portrait of Mrs. Black started yelling at the top of her voice. They didn't pay attention to her and moved into another room. They heard nothing apart from the screams coming from the hall. None of them dared to speak. They could hardly believe what had jus happened. In the end, Hermione spoke.

"Er… Ron?" she asked with an uncertain voice. "Are you okay…?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. We were really lucky not to get kil-…"

"No… About Percy… I… well… I mean… He's your brother…"

"We've never been very close, you know" he said with a voice that was supposed to sound indifferent but Harry saw that he was shaking.

Harry wanted to say something but he was unable to find anything appropriate. They became silent again. They heard nothing else than Mrs. Black's cries, that were not ceasing. Harry hand a headache. Too many things had happened to rapidly. Less than a hour before, he was calmly eating his breakfast at Hermione's home, not suspecting that anything would happen today.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley burst into the room. She had probably come to see if they had arrived because of the screams that were still resounding in the hall. She ignored the portrait and rushed towards them.

"Oh! Ron! Harry! Hermione! I'm so relieved to see that you're okay! But…"

A worried look appeared on her happy face.

"Where are the others? Why are you the only ones here?"

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. Ron remained silent and Harry noticed that he was still shaking. As for Hermione, looked as if she was about to cry. Harry opened his mouth several times but no sound came out. Then, he ended up answering:

"We… er… we've been attacked."

Harry would have given anything to be somewhere else. He would have given anything not to be the one who had to tell Mrs. Weasley about her son's death, with whom she had only just made up. He could hardly believe it himself. Everything had happened so fast. It couldn't be true…

"Attacked! What? What happened? Is everyone okay? Where are the others?"

"I have no idea. Moody sent us here with a Portkey before the battle was over. They're still there… fighting" Harry said.

It couldn't be true! He was there, at Grimmauld Place, talking to Mrs. Weasley, while the others where still fighting. Harry couldn't believe that, the same morning, he was still at Hermione's home, having fun. He was there, talking, hoping more than anything else that someone else would come so he wouldn't have to tell Molly Weasley that she had just lost one of her sons. He felt that he wasn't the right person to tell her that but there was something else. He was afraid to tell her. He had to though. He couldn't keep that from her any longer.

"I…" he stammered. "Er… I need to tell-…"

At that moment, several wizards apparated in the hall. Mrs. Weasley rushed towards them.

"You're back!" she cried with the voice of someone who was about to cry. "What happened? Did you beat them?"

During that time, she was looking from one person to another to make sure they were all there.

"There are two missing!" she exclaimed. "Where are Percy and Mundungus? Did something happen to them?"

She looked hysteric now.

"Molly…" began Lupin. "There's something I need to tell you…"

Harry didn't want to hear him. He did not want to be there. He rushed out of the room. He was soon followed by Tonks.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked.

"What happened after we left?" asked Harry without answering her question.

"The battle went on, that's all. We won in the end but Mundungus…"

"He's dead?" interrupter Harry, who could hardly stand the idea that two people he knew had just died when everyone had made sure he was safe at once.

"Yes… He was fighting and… he got killed…"

Suddenly, a cry of despair resounded in the hall.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It-it's imp-possible…"

Harry saw that Mrs. Weasley had thrown herself into George's arms and was crying her eyes out. Ron was also hugging his mother and he was talking to her but Harry couldn't hear what he was saying. It wasn't his business anyway. Fred was standing beside them and he looked as if he was wondering what to do. The others had taken a few steps back and no one dared to do anything. Meanwhile, Hermione joined Harry. She was crying too.

"Harry! I c-can't believe it happened! It's t-terrible! Two people d-died just to save us. I feel s-so b-bad for Ron's f-family. As if it was m-my f-fault."

"Hermione… We didn't do anything… There was no way we could have known it was going to end that way."

He had said that to comfort her but he felt jus as bad as her. He could easily understand how Mrs. Weasley was feeling now and he preferred to stay out of it. He felt that it did not concern him. It was Ron's family, it wasn't his business.

"And t-there's G-ginny too" continued Hermione, sobbing. "She hasn't c-come back yet… She d-doesn't know what happened yet. And Mr. Weasley… He w-working tod-day. He d-doesn't know either."

Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her but he had nothing to say. He hadn't assimilated all the events of the morning himself. He had no desire to come back to this house before (it looked empty and dead in the absence of Sirius. And he had the strange feeling that he was somewhere he shouldn't be. As if it was a lack of respect towards Sirius) but he had never thought that it could be even worse. He could hardly believe that a few hours back, he had been so happy.

"We had only j-jus m-made up!" Cried Mrs. Weasley, sobbing heavily. "We l-lost one year without t-talking to each o-other and n-now, we'll n-never be able t-to catch up."

Harry had had enough. It was still the morning and he felt as exhausted as if he hadn't slept in days. He had a headache and he didn't know what to think. He decided to go upstairs and sleep in the bedroom he had used the previous year. He did not fall asleep instantly. There were too many thoughts at the same time in his head. But after some time, this tiredness that had come from nowhere prevailed and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, several hours later, Harry wasn't sure whether he had slept or not. It was like a half-sleep and it was not so relaxing. He decided to stay in bed for some time because he didn't want to go downstairs.

After about fifteen minutes, however, he hears footsteps heading towards his bedroom. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lupin came in.

"Harry?" he said calmly. "Are you awake?"

"Yes" Harry answered.

"Alright. If you want to come, dinner's ready."

Harry stood up and followed Lupin.

"So…" he asked. "How was it this afternoon?"

He wanted to know if everyone was still crying. He always felt bad when people cried in front of him. He always had the impression that he shouldn't be there and he hated standing there, unable to do anything.

"We sent owls to Ginny and Arthur to tell them what happened. Arthur came back about two hours ago. We don't have any news from. She's really far and the owl probably hasn't reached her yet."

"What about Mrs. Weasley?"

"She's still crying but she's a bit calmer. Poor thing… She hated having family members in the Order. She was afraid that something would happen to them. And now it has happened…"

They arrived in the kitchen. Everyone was sitting around the table. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing silently. As for Mr. Weasley, he was staring into space, showing no expression. The others were silent. The ambiance could hardly have been more… silent. Harry took a seat between Hermione and Moody.

Everyone remained quiet for some time. No one wanted to talk about Percy to avoid another crying fit and no one wanted to talk about something less not to lack respect.

"We'll n-need to organize f-funerals" said Mrs. Weasley. "G-great funerals. To show him t-that we l-love him. It's t-the last t-thing we c-can do for him."

"By dying, he saved us all" said Lupin in hope to comfort her a little. "If it hadn't been of him, they would have taken us by surprise and we'd all have died. We heard a sound and it was he who went outside to see what it was. If he hadn't done it, they'd have attacked us and we wouldn't have been prepared. He saved us…"

"T-that's r-right… Don't think t-that I'm n-not happy that you all s-survived. If anything had happened t-to any of y-you… At l-least, you're still alive… He hasn't d-died for n-nothing."

It was the only thing to do: tell her how courageous Percy had been, tell her that his death saved them, that is was really useful. It was the only thing that could help Mrs. Weasley to accept her son's death.

"And" added Moody. "He was the most courageous of us. He was the first to offer to go out. He died honorably.

"Oh and H-harry, you're s-still alive. He had g-gone there to l-lead you to safety and you're h-here… He d-did it… You're alive, it's important."

Harry wanted to scream "Why me?" but he knew the answer. He was the only one who could ever beat Voldemort. That was why everyone wanted to save him. So, instead of screaming, he simply said:

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. But without him, none of us would be here now."

Mrs. Weasley wiped away her tears and raised her head. She half-smiled. She had stopped crying.

"It's true" she added with a still trembling voice. "But you did it too. You fought bravely and you managed to repel them."

"We didn't do that much" Ron mumbled.

"But how did they learn that we were there?" asked Hermione suddenly. "No one was supposed to know… except the Order."

"No one knows" Lupin answered. "But we have very useful spies to know what Voldemort is up to. But nothing made us think… I don't know…"

"In fact" Tonks explained. "We don't really know what he's up to. He only tells his closest Death Eaters about his most important plans and it's rare that we can reach one of those informations."

"We must say that we've been a bit negligent" added Mr. Weasley, speaking for the first time. "We were concentration on where he was going to attack next. A big attack, I mean. It's our fault. Maybe we've not paid enough attention to the details that could have told us what he was going to do."

"It's no one's fault" said Hermione. "Lupin said it: nothing made you think that he was going to do that."

"But these spies you have" said Harry to change the subject. "Are they directly among Voldemort's Death Eaters?"

"Not all of them" Moody answered. "Very few of them in fact. It'd be too dangerous. If he learned it… They're outside but I assure you that they're very well positioned to discover some information."

"Alright. And are they-…"

"I'm sorry" said Kingsley. "But it's not your business. We agreed not to tell anyone about the Order's activities and it includes you… I'm sorry…"

"But…"

"No argument!" said Fred on a very good imitation of his mother's tone. "We can't tell you anything."

He had said that on a categoric tone but when he finished his sentence, he turned towards Harry and winked discreetly. He stopped arguing and let the conversation change slowly. No one else talked about Percy for the whole evening and Mrs. Weasley wasn't crying anymore, even though her face was still red.

Then, when everyone had finished eating, almost all of them went to bed. Harry decided to follow them. He put his suitcase under his bed and slipped into bed. He fell asleep almost at once, exhausted by a day in which too many things had happened too fast.

Ok, I know it's been a long time since we posted the last chapter but I was really busy and not so motivated (probably because of the lack of reviews). I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous one but it's still about 5,000 words so I stopped there. It's about the length of a normal HP chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell us what you think!