Chapter 3: The plan

"They're all over my house! They were searching for us. Should we go into hiding or… or fight back…"

"Don't hurt yourself, Ron," Fred sneered. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Tonks, Lupin, and Bill were all sitting around the table at #12 Grimauld Place. They were the only members of the Order at headquarters. Tonks was busy at work mending various cuts and injuries that the three had obtained.

"The obvious thing to do is to try and gather more followers to fight back," Lupin said with absolutely no enthusiasm, as though he didn't quite fancy the idea.

"No," Tonks said, "The people who are going to fight are the ones who are already doing it. What we can do is put some Aurors on the case. They shouldn't be in the Order… but their job is to catch the Death Eaters. They'll do it."

"So can we leave it to you, Tonks, to convince them. Maybe at work…" Harry finished feebly.

"Yeah, I'll try, Harry. I'm not making any promises though."

"So now what exactly are all of us going to do? I mean, Tonks has a job, but what about the rest of us?" Ginny asked.

"I'm confused…" Ron started.

"As always," muttered Fred in a stage whisper.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Enough, you two!" Charlie cut in.

"You're not our mum and dad, you can't boss us!" Fred retorted.

The room went quiet. The Weasley's' eyes shadowed over as they remembered their parents. Murdered at the hands of Snape- just as Dumbledore had been. The minutes passed as they all remembered the sunken, staring eyes of Arthur and Molly Weasley's bodies.

"Everybody needs a job," Harry said, feebly and quietly.

"What?" asked Ron. This time Fred didn't comment.

"We all need things to do to scare the Death Eaters and to put them back in their place. Tonks is going to talk to the Aurors. Lupin… can you talk to the werewolves? Now that Fenrir Greyback is dead they might be willing to see the other side. Um… Bill, you can tell the rest of the Order what we're doing and try to give them jobs. Fred and George, you are in business. Try to spread the word through your products. Ginny… uh, Gin-"

"I'm going with you, Ron, and Hermione. Don't try to talk me out of it. I'm going. I just finished at Hogwarts so I'm fully trained. I'm even more than you three because you didn't finish school. Even if you don't let me go, I'll be useless because I don't have a job. So don't fight me." Ginny finished. She had a slightly mulish look on her face daring anybody to challenge her, but at the same time she looked scared as if she didn't really think herself brave enough to go.

At once Fred and George erupted into argument,

"If she gets to go then-"

"No way does-"

"I'm going too-"

"Get to go-"

"Not fair, I'm going-"

"ENOUGH! Ginny will go, you two will sell products. She's always been better at dueling anyway. So stop complaining. You two will get your fair share of fighting too, everybody will." Bill reasoned smoothly.

"And now," Lupin cut in, "You three should go and take a bath, you're filthy."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked down at they're robes. Sure enough they were covered in dirt, dust, rips, and blood.