Mistaken

WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

A/N: I have stopped this fanfiction (which was really meant to be a one-shot anyway) and have moved on to a new one. If that one is not up yet, please check back later. So here it is:

All righty, I got some nice reviews so I'll continue. I am fast-forwarding this, so it now takes place after "the Half-Blood Prince" which I'm sure that everyone's read already anyway. Try to remember that all the events of the sixth installment have occurred EXCEPT for anything Harry/Ginny related, because if anyone is to have a romance with Harry in this then it'll be Hermione. Yes, I miss ahem ahem too…I cried so much that my contact fell out, which was actually quite amusing. The contact part, I mean. Also remember that I am merely basing my story off of the genius J.K. Rowling's.

Sorry I haven't updated in so long—school has been taking over my life, so I've not had much time to think about anything else. I probably won't be updating in a while, so you can put me on your alert list or whatever and get a notice when I do. :). Same goes for my POTC story.

Disclaimer: As stated before, I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I do, however, own this plot and the Elantras, which I'm not entirely sure if they will pop up in this chapter yet.

Chapter 2: Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

"But—oh, Harry, dear it would—"

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry interrupted gently but firmly. "I've got to. This is my chance to destroy Voldemort. Thanks to—thanks for Professor Dumbledore, I can go and hunt down the rest of the…er…"

Mrs. Weasley rounded on Ron.

"Ron, it's not safe—"

"Mum," Ron said exasperatedly. "This is You-Know-Who that we're talking about."

"Hermione—"

"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, giving a faint smile. "Thanks you for looking out for us…but we've got to do this."

"Ginny, you can't be serious about—"

"I am, Mum," Ginny said, looking fiercely across the table at Mrs. Weasley.

There was a short knock and Lupin, Tonks, Professor McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt made their way across the cluttered kitchen of the Burrow. Lupin looked as tattered as ever, but seemed to be a bit more cheerful than usual, even after the news of Dumbledore. Tonk's hair was yet again a violent, spiky pink.

"Remus," Mrs. Weasley said, panicking and seizing his arm. "Ginny wants to—she—"

"I want to go after Malfoy," stated Ginny clearly. "It was one of the last things that Dumbledore was trying to do—bring Malfoy and his mother back to our side. I think I could do it."

"Hogwarts is closing," Lupin said to Mrs. Weasley quietly. "Ginny is fifteen. We can send an Auror to accompany her who, of course, is also a member of the Order. One of them is already on the tail of Snape, Malfoy, and the others. They seem to be heading for Azkaban."

"One of them?" said Mrs. Weasley faintly.

"They are twins," Lupin said mildly. "I expect that Ron and Hermione—"

"We're going with Harry," said Hermione fiercely.

"Yes, I know," Lupin answered patiently. "We will accompany you."

"What?" said Harry. "Professor, you don't understand—this is something that I have to do alone."

"He means alone with us," Ron inserted.

Lupin shook his head.

"It's too dangerous," Tonks said earnestly, knocking over a chair and hastily setting it upright again. "There could be Death Eaters tracking you—hundreds of them, or more. We don't know how many there are."

Ginny gave a crooked, sad smile.

"Wish Professor Dumbledore was here," she said.

"Don't we all," Harry answered, being the only one who witnessed his death.

It still sounded so strange. Dumbledore—gone. No matter how Harry attempted to phrase it—gone, dead, passed away, not with him, Avada Kedavra-ed by Snape (Harry gnashed his teeth)—it didn't seem real. Not even after the Burial. Even after the White Tomb and the funeral.

"It's settled then," Ginny continued. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione will stay for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Then it's off to the Dursley's, Godric's Hollow, and Vol-er-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Remus," Mrs. Weasley said, clutching his arm even tighter. "W-Who are these other members of the Order?"

A tall, slender figure stood in a dark alleyway, dressed in a cloak with a large hood which cast a shadow upon the figure's face, making it impossible to see.

"What happened?" came a panicky voice.

"Nothing," replied a second silky voice. "There must be some—"

"Is somebody following us?" the first voice whispered, panting slightly.

A hook-nosed man with greasy hair stepped into the very dim orange light filtering into the alleyway, surveying his surroundings. The figure did not move, frozen in place.

"No," said the greasy haired man, stepping back into the shadows. "Come, Draco. It's time to see the Dark Lord."

"But where are we going?" the first voice persisted.

"To Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. It seems that the house elf is Bellatrix's and that he was commanded to lie to the Potter boy…" answered the other, and with a small pop they both Disapparated.

There came another small pop and the slender robed figure disappeared.

Harry woke up as suddenly as he would have if someone yelled in his ear and poured a bucket of ice-cold water on his head all at once. He glanced at the clock to his left. The red numbers were blobby, so he quickly snatched his glasses off of the nightstand and shoved them on. The clock read 2:06 AM.

There were voices coming from the kitchen. Harry scrambled out of bed and went down the steps two at a time.

"N-Number Tw—" came a distressed voice with a light Scottish accent.

"Summer, calm down, you'll—"

"No, Molly, you don't understand! Remus—Number Twelve Grimmauld Place—"

Harry almost tripped as he skidded into the kitchen, looking from one confused and distressed face to the next.

"Harry Potter," breathed the intruder. "Grimmauld Place—it is not yours. Dumbledore was mistaken, Kreacher was just putting on an act, and—"

"Sit down, you're about to—"

"No!" the witch shouted. "Bellatrix—the cousin of Sirius—she is the rightful owner! Severus Snape and the Malfoy boy have just Disapparated there!"

A silence struck the room, and Harry's legs suddenly felt as though they were made of jelly.

"Just Disapparated?" said Harry faintly, dropping into a chair.

"Summer," said Lupin firmly, turning the woman to face him. "Have you thought this through? Have you thought, perhaps, that this might be a trap?"

"Wh—a trap?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, latching onto this idea as tightly has she still was to Lupin's arm. "Think, Summer! Maybe Severus dropped this piece of information so that you would follow them there! Did you not report hours ago that they seemed to be heading for Azkaban?"

"But," Harry interrupted. "If Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is Bellatrix's, then the members of the Order who are there right now—"

He was cut short by Ron, Ginny, and Hermione as they stumbled into the kitchen. It wasn't until he noticed that they were goggling at their visitor, Ron especially, that Harry got a good look at her.

She was stunningly beautiful, with curiously pale skin, thinly arched eyebrows, and a delicate, threadlike frame. Her long, fairy-tale blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her eyes were a light, piercing blue. At that moment she was shaking and trembling, and her face seemed to be unnaturally pale, but this did nothing to dim her beauty.

"Harry," Lupin said, addressing him directly. "This is Summer Elantra. She is a member of the Order—as is her twin sister—and she has been tracking Severus and Draco, who, it appears to be, are now headed straight for Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

"Pleasure," said Summer, grasping Harry's hand briefly. Ron had not stopped goggling, and Hermione and Ginny were exchanging wary looks.

"Summer," pressed Professor McGonagall, who was dressed in a tartan robe. "Tell us exactly what happened."

Summer's face looked as if it was inching back to normal, basically turning a little less pale than it had been moments before. She took a shaky breath, pushed her hair behind her, and recounted everything that Snape and Malfoy had said. The two names alone made Harry's insides boil, let alone what they had been talking about. Harry was reminded faintly of himself in his second year at Hogwarts, just after he had defeated Voldemort and the basilisk, where he had talked himself hoarse.

"It's confirmed then," came Professor McGonagall's voice, bringing Harry back to the matter at hand. "It could be either a trap or perhaps Severus is telling the truth. Either way, we must be extremely careful when going to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. We also must alert the other members of the Order whom are currently residing there." Both Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt set off immediately. Harry noticed that Lupin's eyes followed them until he caught Harry watching him and forced his eyes back to Professor McGonagall.

"What's happening?" asked Ginny, looking from Harry to Lupin and then back again.

A/N: Well, here it is! My second chapter. I'm so happy. Please review! That would make me happier. And have a fantabulous Christmas, everyone.

To my awesome reviewers:

Writerofdarkness6: Yeah, I thought I'd gone insane for a while, too. Yes, I DID do it for you! But to make it a little more me, I think I'm going to add some H/H in it (runs and hides).

PRSNP: What does that stand for, anyway, Nina, you silly face? Oh well. I'll just ask you later, SINCE YOU'RE HOME! WHOOPEEE! Stink to Duke for stealing you away from me. Haha, to your comment on the little-kid-romance-grossness.

SpiritFoxx: Okay, I'll think about doing it from Malfoy's point of view. :), thanks for the suggestion. I think I did part of it in his POV in the first chapter, but maybe I just didn't make that clear enough.

QueenOSheeba: Aww, thanks. :). You got your wish.

divabee: I looove you, Cali!

SailorNeo: Hmm...that's a cool idea. Er, I guess I didn't really do that, though. I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway!

Onono: :), thanks.