Author's Note: Now we start to follow HP:HBP. Harry and Dumbledore have just arrived at the Burrow after seeing Horace Slughorn and are now at the Burrow.

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Chapter 8: Old Friends Reunited

Harry and Dumbledore approached the back door of the Burrow, which was surrounded by the familiar litter of old Wellington boots and rusty cauldrons; Harry could hear the soft clucking of sleepy chickens coming from a distant shed. Dumbledore knocked three times and Harry saw sudden movement behind the kitchen window.

"Who's there?" said a nervous voice he recognized as Mrs. Weasley's. "Declare yourself!"

"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry."

The door opened at once. There stood Mrs. Weasley, short, plump, and wearing an old green dressing gown.

"Harry, dear! Gracious, Albus, you gave me a fright, you said not to expect you before morning!"

"We were lucky," said Dumbledore, ushering Harry over the threshold. "Slughorn proved much more persuadable than I had expected. Harry's doing, of course. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!"

Harry looked around and saw that Mrs. Weasley was not alone, despite the lateness of the hour. A young witch with a pale, heart-shaped face and mousy brown hair was sitting at the table clutching a large mug between her hands.

"Hello, Professor," she said. "Wotcher, Harry."

"Hi, Tonks."

Harry thought she looked drawn, even ill, and there was something forced in her smile. Certanly her appearance was less colorful than usual without her customary shade of bubble-gum-pink hair.

"I'd better be off," she said quickly, standing up and pulling her cloak over her shoulders. "Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly."

"Please don't leave on my account," said Dumbledore courteously, "I cannot stay, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus Scrimgeour (how on earth do you pronunce that!)."

"No, no, I need to get going," said Tonks, not meeting Dumbledore's eyes. "Night ---"

"Dear, why not come to dinner at the weekend, Remus and Mad-Eye are coming ---?"

"No, really, Molly… thanks anyway… Good night, everyone."

Tonks hurried past Dumbledore and Harry into the yard; a few paces beyond the doorstep, she turned on the spot and vanished into thin air. Harry nocticed that Mrs. Weasley looked troubled.

"Well, I shall see you at Hogwarts, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Take care of yourself. Molly, your servant."

"Wait, Dumbledore. There is someone here who says he must see you." Molly told him. "He is upstairs. I'll get him."

She departed up the stairs and left Harry and Dumbledore alone. "Who do you think it is, Professor?"

"I am not certain, Harry."

Molly returned a moment later, follow by a cloaked man with a sword around his belt.

"It has been over 50 years since we last met, my old friend, and you're still kicking. The gods must have blessed you since birth. 150 years old, who would believe it?" The man began.

"Alexander! This is a surprise, my master." Dumbledore said with a look of great shock and joy.

"I am not your master anymore and haven't been in 120 years. I am your friend. I have news for you from my travels and I must deliver it to you alone."

"Of course, my friend. Molly, excuse us for a few minutes."

The prominent figures went outside for a walk around the grounds as they caught up.

"Have you made any attempt to revive the Jedi Order, my friend? Dumbledore begun.

"No, Dumbledore. We are the only two since the Second Great War (World War II). The Second Great Jedi Purge. I think the gods have plans for a revival soon though."

"I sensed that you would be coming soon. I just did not know when. Your timing is excellent, Asytanax. First, of course, what is your news? Good or bad?"

"Very bad, I am afraid. There is a new Dark Lord here, in Britain. He captured me in Albania along with Bertha Jorkins and left me for dead. He has a knowledge of the Force. He has been trained to use the Dark Side."

"You would know that well, wouldn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know who this Dark Lord is, of course?

"No. I never heard a name."

"He is your old apprentice, Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort."

"He's still alive! Damn!" Hearing that name brought back many terrible mermories.

"He was terrorizing Britain before. The First Wizarding War. I founded the Order of the Phoenix to counter him and his Death Eaters in 1970 when Tom resurfaced. He suffered a loss of power, thanks to that boy in the house, Harry Potter, in 1981 and resurfaced almost two years ago. We have already suffered many casualties. I am surprised you did not appear during the first war."

"After his betrayal in 1945, I went searching for him. The gods had other plans for me though. Who's Harry Potter? That boy in the house? How did he do what I could not?"

"Voldemort killed his parents but when he tried to kill Harry, his Avada Kedavra bounded back and hit him instead."

"How is he still alive then?"

"I am not sure. I am trying to figure that out. Harry and his friends have shown great promise in magic. Could you perhaps train them in the ways of the Force and in warfare? Revive the Jedi Order?

"I could. Maybe but I will have to get to know them better. I already met Ron, Bill and Ginny Weasley, Fleur Delacour, and Hermione Granger."

"That's a start, Asytanax."

"I trust you have taken care of my Pensieve during my absence."

"Absolutely. It is hidden in my office."

"Good, I will stay at Hogwarts to train them this year."

"Fantastic. Ha ha. Finally Voldemort will face a renewed Jedi Order from what he destroyed in 1945."