Chapter Two: Some Secrets Must Be Told
A dead silence crept back into the living room of the house as Harry and Remus watched and waited for Neville to possibly explain his angry outburst. But it seemed that he would not reveal his inner thoughts in relation to this outburst of obvious hatred had shot from his mouth. Neville had thinned out over the past few years, even Hermione had noticed this, and he had become "handsome" really.
"Are you alright, Neville? Why do you say we can't have his help...?" Harry asked cautiously, with a tone of curiosity deep in it.
"Because that bloke is evil, Harry, you remember how he was!" Neville turned, his face angry and red.
"How do you know whether or not he's changed?" questioned Harry, "After all it has been about 5 years since we saw him..."
"People like him don't change, Harry! You of all people should know that!" yelled Neville, his anger obviously boiling, "You're not the only one who is special! Remember we are both a part of that prophecy! I can't believe you, Harry; you are fighting blind for the Order! Ever since Sirius was killed you've been a vegetable!"
Harry just stared blankly at Neville, he had never seen Neville this angry and he had never known Neville had felt this way. Harry put down his mug of Butterbeer and walked towards Neville, who pushed him to the floor with all his strength when Harry was close enough.
"You are so blinded by things like your jealousy of Ron and Hermione! Your jealousy the simmered when you knew Ron was prefect and not you! Your jealousy when you found that I was a part of the prophecy too!" Neville was so red with anger, Harry did not know how to respond.
Remus stood up from his seat, as Ron and Hermione crept down the stairs from their room, having been awakened by the racket. Remus took out his wand, pointing it at Neville, and said, "Neville, you are out of line, now sit down... Harry, get up and sit down too..."
Neville's eyes narrowed at Remus, as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffing as he took seat. He turned as not to look at anyone. Harry went back to his seat at the fireplace, just as Ron and Hermione came into view of the three. The two seemed too nervous to speak, but Ron willed himself to speak and say what was on his mind.
"What in the bloody hell is going on down here? Hermione and I heard yelling and some booms!" Ron said, almost furious that he was woken up by them.
"Neville has just been discussing something private and he got quite upset..."Remus stated flatly.
"We should just tell them what's going on, Remus, they've overheard us talking before...." Harry said, while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Molly would be furious, Harry..." Remus said, turning to face Harry.
"I have a question...." Piped up Hermione, "Are you three in the Order....?"
"Yes..." Remus said, sadly, figuring that Hermione of all people would figure it out sooner or later.
"Well, they, but they should know what we were discussing and about Neville's outburst... It's important for them to know as well... I mean, we all knew Draco, on bad terms, but we knew him..." Harry was speaking in "tongues" in Ron's mind.
"Draco.... Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked with a gulp, to keep himself from getting too angry.
"Yes, that would be him...." said Remus.
"What about Draco?" Hermione asked, keeping her own anger low, remembering how Draco had called her a Mudblood and how he treated her.
"Well, first of all, these nightmares I talk of are relating to a group called the Sect of Secrecy, its led by a man named Nikolias Serpence a great descendent of Salazar Slytherin... Draco had gone your mother, Ron, giving her news on where he was..." Harry spoke slowly.
Ron just looked blankly at Harry for a moment, "So Draco helped us....?"
"That's how it seems, Ginny and her gang are off to investigate, and then they are to report here about what they saw..." Remus said while taking a seat and finishing off his Butterbeer.
"My little sister is a part of the Order?!" Ron seemed infuriated by this information.
"Don't worry, Ron, she's with Ariadne, Tonks, and Farrell." Harry stated with confidence.
"I know Tonks... But who are Ariadne and Farrell?" asked Ron interrogatively, his left eyebrow cocking a little bit.
"Ariadne Black is an Auror, and Farrell Stillwell used to work at the Daily Prophet..." Remus said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Black....? Is she related to Sirius, Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry as she asked him this, her eyes screwing up a bit in confusion.
"Yes, she came to us after his death... Asking to help resolve things and avenge his death..." Harry said flatly, "Quite a talented Auror...."
"Farrell is a good wizard, quite talented with dueling and getting information.." Neville said, finally talking in a civil tone.
Ron crossed his arms over his fairly built chest, leaning against the wall with a heavy sigh. Leaning his head further back to hit the wall, taking all this in. Most of his family and a number of his friends were now in the Order, he felt somewhat left out, but he understood why certain people joined and he knew he had chosen another path. He became a professional Quidditch player, he hung out with Wood and Angelina who were also professional Quidditch players, and he had a game against their team next Saturday. He was puzzled by the fact that he was thinking of his job rather than the possibility that a lot of the people he loved were risking leg and limb to get rid of this new evil. He closed his eyes, feeling Hermione's warm touché on his shoulder he relaxed his form and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Has anyone been killed or seriously injured since my dad and Sirius?" Ron asked in a flat and serious voice.
"No, everyone is okay..." Harry smiled weakly, trying to cheer the mood.
A dead silence crept back into the living room of the house as Harry and Remus watched and waited for Neville to possibly explain his angry outburst. But it seemed that he would not reveal his inner thoughts in relation to this outburst of obvious hatred had shot from his mouth. Neville had thinned out over the past few years, even Hermione had noticed this, and he had become "handsome" really.
"Are you alright, Neville? Why do you say we can't have his help...?" Harry asked cautiously, with a tone of curiosity deep in it.
"Because that bloke is evil, Harry, you remember how he was!" Neville turned, his face angry and red.
"How do you know whether or not he's changed?" questioned Harry, "After all it has been about 5 years since we saw him..."
"People like him don't change, Harry! You of all people should know that!" yelled Neville, his anger obviously boiling, "You're not the only one who is special! Remember we are both a part of that prophecy! I can't believe you, Harry; you are fighting blind for the Order! Ever since Sirius was killed you've been a vegetable!"
Harry just stared blankly at Neville, he had never seen Neville this angry and he had never known Neville had felt this way. Harry put down his mug of Butterbeer and walked towards Neville, who pushed him to the floor with all his strength when Harry was close enough.
"You are so blinded by things like your jealousy of Ron and Hermione! Your jealousy the simmered when you knew Ron was prefect and not you! Your jealousy when you found that I was a part of the prophecy too!" Neville was so red with anger, Harry did not know how to respond.
Remus stood up from his seat, as Ron and Hermione crept down the stairs from their room, having been awakened by the racket. Remus took out his wand, pointing it at Neville, and said, "Neville, you are out of line, now sit down... Harry, get up and sit down too..."
Neville's eyes narrowed at Remus, as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffing as he took seat. He turned as not to look at anyone. Harry went back to his seat at the fireplace, just as Ron and Hermione came into view of the three. The two seemed too nervous to speak, but Ron willed himself to speak and say what was on his mind.
"What in the bloody hell is going on down here? Hermione and I heard yelling and some booms!" Ron said, almost furious that he was woken up by them.
"Neville has just been discussing something private and he got quite upset..."Remus stated flatly.
"We should just tell them what's going on, Remus, they've overheard us talking before...." Harry said, while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Molly would be furious, Harry..." Remus said, turning to face Harry.
"I have a question...." Piped up Hermione, "Are you three in the Order....?"
"Yes..." Remus said, sadly, figuring that Hermione of all people would figure it out sooner or later.
"Well, they, but they should know what we were discussing and about Neville's outburst... It's important for them to know as well... I mean, we all knew Draco, on bad terms, but we knew him..." Harry was speaking in "tongues" in Ron's mind.
"Draco.... Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked with a gulp, to keep himself from getting too angry.
"Yes, that would be him...." said Remus.
"What about Draco?" Hermione asked, keeping her own anger low, remembering how Draco had called her a Mudblood and how he treated her.
"Well, first of all, these nightmares I talk of are relating to a group called the Sect of Secrecy, its led by a man named Nikolias Serpence a great descendent of Salazar Slytherin... Draco had gone your mother, Ron, giving her news on where he was..." Harry spoke slowly.
Ron just looked blankly at Harry for a moment, "So Draco helped us....?"
"That's how it seems, Ginny and her gang are off to investigate, and then they are to report here about what they saw..." Remus said while taking a seat and finishing off his Butterbeer.
"My little sister is a part of the Order?!" Ron seemed infuriated by this information.
"Don't worry, Ron, she's with Ariadne, Tonks, and Farrell." Harry stated with confidence.
"I know Tonks... But who are Ariadne and Farrell?" asked Ron interrogatively, his left eyebrow cocking a little bit.
"Ariadne Black is an Auror, and Farrell Stillwell used to work at the Daily Prophet..." Remus said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Black....? Is she related to Sirius, Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry as she asked him this, her eyes screwing up a bit in confusion.
"Yes, she came to us after his death... Asking to help resolve things and avenge his death..." Harry said flatly, "Quite a talented Auror...."
"Farrell is a good wizard, quite talented with dueling and getting information.." Neville said, finally talking in a civil tone.
Ron crossed his arms over his fairly built chest, leaning against the wall with a heavy sigh. Leaning his head further back to hit the wall, taking all this in. Most of his family and a number of his friends were now in the Order, he felt somewhat left out, but he understood why certain people joined and he knew he had chosen another path. He became a professional Quidditch player, he hung out with Wood and Angelina who were also professional Quidditch players, and he had a game against their team next Saturday. He was puzzled by the fact that he was thinking of his job rather than the possibility that a lot of the people he loved were risking leg and limb to get rid of this new evil. He closed his eyes, feeling Hermione's warm touché on his shoulder he relaxed his form and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Has anyone been killed or seriously injured since my dad and Sirius?" Ron asked in a flat and serious voice.
"No, everyone is okay..." Harry smiled weakly, trying to cheer the mood.