Lala, updates updates! Come and get your updates! Well, updates to three of my stories (Loves Philosophy, The Dark Side of the Moon-which needs reviewers, and this story). I'm afraid I've jumped off the HP boat and seem to be stuck in Fruits Basket land. xD I started writing a FB fanfic and I can't stop! Well, here's the next chappie. Hope everyone like's it. Read and revies!

Eclipse

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lines...seperations between points of view or parts of the story

The children (after being scolded for making so much noise) had been ordered to the backyard to play outside a bit. They were even allowed to play a bit of Quidditch because although there were no muggle protections to mask the front of Grimmauld place, the back yard was completely hidden. Harry, Ron, and the twins immediately grabbed their brooms and were up in the air before you could say "Umbridge stinks".

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked around to see how the mutants were occupying themselves. They seemed to be playing tag….except with their powers. Well, so long as they aren't bored. While looking around she saw Malfoy sitting on the ground with his back against a tree, eyes closed. Curious as to why he wasn't playing Quidditch with the rest of them, Hermione strolled over and sat down beside him.

"Why aren't you playing Quidditch Malfoy? I'm sure Ginny would have let you use her broom if you asked." He just shrugged, not opening his eyes. Hermione then realized just how pale he was, even more so then normal. "Malfoy, are you alright?" That question got his eyes open.

"Why do you care?" Hermione pursed her lips.

"Well, you helped Harry. Plus, apparently we don't have to hate you quite as much as we used." Draco took in her lips and her annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me." Hermione's eye's widened and she raised her eyebrows. Had Malfoy just apologized to HER?

"I-Well that's perfectly alright. Ummm, anyway. So, are you okay? You don't look well." He sighed and closed his eyes again.

"I'm fine. Just a bit drained is all. When I heal something or someone or whatever it takes a lot out of me. That's why I don't do anything too big because as Mr. McCoy is so often heard telling me it could be more then I have in me to heal a big wound. Also why I don't heal very often; could over-exert myself." Looking over at Hermione he made an exasperated noise. "Don't look at me that way."

"What way?" Hermione was genuinely confused.

"Like you're memorizing everything I say to put in a report later."

"I DO NOT look like that. I'm merely attentive."

"Riiiiiiiiiiight. You just keep telling yourself that."

"Humph!" Hermione rose and left the Slytherin. She went over to Ginny, who was watching the mutant's game and the two began conversing.

The boys had taken a break from Quidditch and the mutants from playing tag. All the children were currently lazing around the tree Draco had originally sat under.

"What do you think they're talking about in there? They've been at it for awhile now," Ginny asked.

"Well, considering this is the first time any of the Order have seen Harry with his wings they are most likely talking about Harry and asking the mutants questions. After all, they probably want to know how this will effect his going back to school." Hermione immediately answered, ignoring a muttered comment from Ron saying "Of course, it would be about school." Suddenly George stood up.

"Well let's see then." The boy began pulling out what were obviously extendable ears from his pocket. After briefly explaining to the mutants what they were going to do the twins began getting the extendable ears under the door.

"They'll have spelled the door," Ginny pointed out.

"Ah, but my little sister you are forgetting there are muggles afoot. The Order members will want to keep the magic to a minimum. They won't do any spells in front of them if they can avoid it." Sure enough, the eaves dropping device went right under the door. After casting "Sonorous" so everyone could hear George and Fred sat down once more.

"The times at which the wings come out isn't random at all, as I hade previously thought." The voice of Hank could be heard. "They come out when Harry is the most at ease. When his body isn't tense or if he isn't concentrating on anything the wings come out. The wings come out also, in times of extreme stress because Harry is be unbalanced and upset."

"Wait," that was Sirius. "So what you're saying is if Harry relaxes at all those wings come out?"

"Yes that is what I've come to believe."

"So what do you propose he do? You can't expect him to just never unwind and always have his guard up. He'd go insane."

"Well, until we have figured out a way to get his wing's under Harry's control I think it would be best if he come back to the institute with us."

"What? You can't be serious." Now Remus' voice was identifiable.

"I assure you if there was any other option-," Remus cut him off.

"Harry going with you to stay at your institute ISN'T an option. He is a wizard. You are not capable of teaching him. He has to be trained and he has to be kept safe."

"Yes, how exactly did you intend to keep Harry protected from Voldemort?" Sirius' tone was clearly annoyed by now. "Or had you not gotten that far?" He asked scathingly.

"Look," Logan's voice seemed harsher then usual as well. "We are perfectly capable of keeping Harry safe. It's not like this is some sort of permanent thing. Only until Hank can figure out how to keep 'em wings from coming out at bad times."

"No. I won't allow it. There is no guarantee that Harry could be kept safe. No guarantee that you would be able to go up against You-Know-Who. You may be muggles with power but you're still muggles. Simple as that." Mrs. Weasley's voice just sounded strained. Tempers were clearly rising. For awhile nothing could be made out but a din of arguing until Logan's voice was distinguishable.

"The only reason you won't let him go is because you're afraid he won't want to come back. All any of you care about is using him as a damn weapon against this Voldemort! Who could blame him if he'd rather stay with us? At least when he's at the institute he's like everyone else. He'd be normal there. He isn't only thought of as a god damn savior." A fist could be heard slamming on the table. Probably Sirius' as he spoke next.

"You listen here. We care about Harry and we're not about to just let you up and take him to some muggle place, ruin his school career, and turn him into a bloody superhero! He is a wizard. He will always be a wizard. You can't change that and turn him into a science experiment!" Even Storm had been riled now and the wind began to pick up.

"Better a science experiment that is seen for who and what he is then a weapon used by everyone he encounters." Now the children could hear a chair come crashing to the ground as someone stood up. Obviously Sirius as Tonk's voice could be heard telling him to calm down.

"No, I will not calm down! He is not going with you! You don't know him. You don't know what he's up against and you can't protect him. We are his family and we love him. You are just a bunch of people he met over the summer that MIGHT be able to help him. Harry is not, and I repeat he is NOT, going anywhere."

"And how are you going to stop us if he wants to come?" That was still Storm, her tone cold as the winds that continued to pick up.

"HE IS MY GODSON AND I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TAKE HIM!" Suddenly the door banged open and the kids all stared at the now seething Sirius in shock as he stormed from the room. Everyone was so busy trying to cover what they had been doing that no one noticed when Harry moaned slightly and then rose, his wings fully out. Sirius took one look at the children at his feet and realized they had been listening. He then looked to Harry, his eyes sorrowful.

"Harry-,"

"Save it." With that he spun on his heel and after running a few meters was airborne. Storm was immediately outside and made as if to go after him but a hand pulling on her sleeve stopped her. She looked down at the worried face of Rouge.

"Maybe you should let me go. Somehow I don't think he'll be too eager to talk with any of y'all." Storm nodded and allowed the girl to absorb some of her power. After a few awkward moments of trying to get in the air Rouge managed it and was hot on the tail of Harry. God I hope no one sees us. The last thing Harry needs is to be in the papers.