I don't really like this chapter too much, how about you?? (crickets chirping) Oops. Forgot KCB's not here. Oh well. Hope you like this chapter. I'll update next when i have 15 reviews, and i'll also start putting the little thank you notes down on the bottom. Enjoy! (i hope)
Chapter 9
The Attack
The rest of the day was one of the most enjoyable days Harry had ever had; he stayed close to Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, but made sure to keep some space between the latter two. They had another excellent dinner prepared by Mrs. Weasley ("Chicken!!"), and were staying up late, drinking butterbeer and talking about pleasant random things that had nothing to do with Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort. Mrs. Weasley finally sent the three of them to bed when Hermione drifted off to sleep and fell off her chair.
"Hermione, thanks. How did you get Sirius out of the desert anyway?"
"Viktor used a Portkey," she mumbled sleepily as Ron half carried her to her room. It seemed like Harry had only just closed his eyes when someone was shaking him awake. He groaned and sleepily opened his eyes.
"Sirius, do you have any idea what time it is?" he murmured groggily and tried to hide back underneath the covers.
"Yes, I do know what time it is-it's time to get out of here!" he whispered frantically.
"Why, what's the rush?"
"Yeah," Ron had just been woken up by his mother. "It's two in the morning."
"C'mon," Mrs. Weasley grunted as she tried to pull Ron out of bed. Neither of the adults were having much luck, so Sirius finally gave up on trying to actually wake Harry, carried him out of bed and threw him into the air, while dumping cold water from his wand onto Ron's head. Ron gave a terrified gasp as Harry screamed and fell back onto Sirius.
"Good, you're both awake. Now get your wand and anything you don't want to be blown up and come downstairs."
"What? You just dumped a gallon of water on my head, and now you want me to run downstairs in my pajamas with my wand? I'm so confused." But Ron's confusion was quickly removed as a group of Death Eaters suddenly stormed into the room and started shouting curses at the four of them. Sirius immediately threw curses back at them, and took out at least one. However, Mrs. Weasley wasn't having much luck and fell, gasping, onto Ron's bed. By this time Harry had found his wand and was shooting more curses at the slowly diminishing group of people, hoping that he wouldn't be expelled. Ron got out his wand to, and stunned one of them.
There were only three left now, and Sirius and Ron charged them. This, however, was a bad idea. One of them shot a spell Harry didn't recognize. Both Sirius and Ron jumped out of the way, but the spell hit Harry, who wasn't ready; it threw him backwards into a dresser, which promptly fell on top of him.
"Harry!" he heard Sirius cry as he drifted into unconsciousness. Hermione, who had come out of her room, threw a few spells at the Death Eaters from behind, and she, Ron, and Sirius were able to subdue them.
"Are there any downstairs?" she asked. Mrs. Weasley, still slightly panting, shook her head. "Is Harry okay?" Sirius rushed over to him and lifted the remains of the dresser off his head.
"I think he's alright, he was just knocked out." Sirius lifted Harry into his arms and carried him downstairs. It was a horrible sight-Tonks was attempting to heal on large gash on Lupin's arm, Mr. Weasley was sporting a black eye, furniture was broken and strewn everywhere, and, to Sirius's disappointment, the chicken from the night before was scattered along the stairs. Buckbeak was crying upstairs, as only a hippogriff can cry; apparently one of the Death Eaters had hurt his wing.
"What happened to him?" Lupin, whose arm was now healed, asked as he hurried over to Harry and Sirius.
"He's just knocked out, he crashed headlong into a dresser." At this point, Albus Dumbledore came out of the slightly broken fireplace, eyes wide at the sight before him.
"What happened here?!"
"Oh, the usual. Death Eaters trying to kill the Order and capture Harry, same old same old." Sirius remarked, but shut up after a glare from the Headmaster. "Sorry."
"Voldemort will no doubt send more Death Eaters now that he knows where we are," Dumbledore muttered sadly. "We will have to move the Order. Where, I don't know, but I think we should go to Hogwarts for the time being." The rest of the Order nodded their agreement, took anything they wanted with them, and flooed over to the school.
Harry was lying somewhere, he couldn't figure out where. Every muscle and bone in his body ached, and he couldn't will his eyes to open. He finally managed it, and looked at his surroundings. He was on a white bed; Sirius, Ron, Hermione, and Tonks were sitting around him, fast asleep. He still couldn't figure out where he was, or why he was there, or what had happened before that. He tried to sit up and find his glasses, but he was too weak and fell back onto the bed. Sirius awoke at this sound, and looked thoroughly relieved to see Harry awake.
"What happened," Harry mumbled as he tried to get up again.
"Harry, lay back down, I'll explain," Sirius assured him as he gently pushed Harry back into bed. "The Death Eaters came into Headquarters, and you were knocked out. We came over here and now we're looking for a new headquarters."
"Where is here?"
"You're in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, you've been asleep for four days."
"What? What about you? How come you're not a dog?"
"Harry, it's summer. None of the teachers are here yet, and Dumbledore thinks they'd be okay with me anyway."
"Harry Potter, sir, you is awake!"
"Dobby?!"
"He insisted on staying here with you. He's a nice change from Kreacher at least. Actually friendly and willing to serve."
"Would Harry Potter like something to eat, sir? Or you, Mr. Black?"
"Do you have any chicken?"
"Yes sir, Dobby will go down and get it."
"Harry? Want something to eat?"
"No, not now."
"Then Dobby will get Mr. Black's chicken. Dobby will be right back, sirs." And he ran off to the kitchens. Harry looked over at Hermione, Ron, and Tonks.
"Should we get them up?"
"No, we've been worried sick about you, they haven't slept this long for a while. I'll wake them up later." Harry nodded and Sirius handed him a goblet of something. "Here, drink this, it's supposed to help you regain your energy, though it seems to have the opposite effects." Harry took it, and instantly fell back to sleep. "See, it happened again! Oh well." He left the hospital wing when Dobby brought up his chicken and went to talk to Dumbledore.
"Something bothering you, Sirius?"
"Yes, actually, there is. We knew the Death Eaters were looking for Headquarters, but how did they find it so fast, with all of the enchantments and wards?" he asked, still eating his chicken.
"Yes, I've wondered the same thing. Though I hate to admit it, I believe we have a Death Eater in the Order, just like we have a spy in the Death Eaters, though I have no idea who." He sighed. "It seems you cannot trust anyone any more. Is there anything else you would like to say?"
"Yes, Harry woke up a few minutes ago, but he's asleep again."
"How was he?"
"He seemed fine, just a little confused a first, and really weak."
"That's understandable. Did you give him the potion?"
"Yes, but all it did was make him fall asleep again."
"Ah, see, it does help. He fell asleep instead of becoming unconscious. Well, if that's all, I'd like to get to sleep myself."
"There is one more thing. I'd like to be close to Harry; is there some way I can stay here?"
"Well, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher does love dogs, we could tell her that you're a stray and need a good home."
"That'll work. Thank you, Professor."
"No problem. I'm sure Harry will enjoy your company." And with that, Sirius left and headed back to the hospital wing. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tonks were still asleep. Sirius transformed into the great black dog and curled up at the end of Harry's bed.
Yeah, still don't like that chapter too much. Oh well. review and i'll update faster! The next chapter is simply hilarious!
