Author's notes: OK, I am unhappy at the way this story is going. But I know that I'll regret it if I give it up. So I'm going to redo this chapter, and then carry on as if nothing ever happened. If that's OK with you? So yeah, if you've already read this story so far and can't be bothered to read it all again, just read from the first line (excluding the line in-between my notes and the beginning of the chapter). You won't miss out on anything if you read from there. But by all means, read it all again if you wish. But review! Even if you think this stinks worse than a horse's ass (not that I expect you ever to have smelt one) then still review! How the hell am supposed to make it better if I'm not told which parts suck? So read and review, please, I'm counting on you! Chapter 2 – Arthur Weasley

Dear Diary,

I am so stupid. It was Dumbledore's portrait that spoke to me. All the portraits of past head teachers hang in the head teacher's office. Anyway, he told me about a death eater called the Warrior, who the Ministry. He wants me to go to the Ministry and lift the Warrior's shield, so they can tell his name and send him to Azkaban. I don't know if I am up to it, I don't know if I can lift his shield. But I will try. It is better to try, and fail, then not try at all. Anyway, I have a plan. I have already sent an owl to the Burrow. Tonight after everyone is asleep, I will go down to the common room and use the Flue Powder that Ron's dad sent me to go to the Burrow. Then in the morning, he will take me to work with him, and I will go and visit the Warrior. It is better to try, and fail, then not try at all. Everyone's coming up to bed now. I'd better go.

Harry waited until his dorm mates had fallen asleep, then slid out of his bed. It was freezing. And the floorboards were squeaking a lot. Nevertheless, Harry managed to get to the common room without waking anyone up. He took the Flue Powder out of his pocket, and checked that he had everything. His wand, his invisibility cloak, the Marauder's map, his journal, he had everything. He sprinkled some of the powder into the fireplace, and the flames leapt up, turning green. He stepped in and shouted:

"The Burrow!"

He clamped his eyes together, and felt himself begin to slowly rotate. He spun faster and faster, his robes whipping around him like they would in a fierce storm. After a couple of minutes, he landed painfully on his knees, grazing them. His eyes stung, his knees stung, and suddenly his nose stung with the smell of wonderful cooking. He opened his eyes and looked up into the smiling face of Mrs Weasley. She hugged him tight and pushed him into a seat round the kitchen table.

"Arthur dear, Harry's here!" she shouted, then shoved a plate of bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs under Harry's nose. Even though it was the middle of the night, Harry found himself hungry, and ate with greed.

"Harry! Good to see you again! Welcome back to the Burrow!"

Harry looked up. It was Mr Weasley.

"Is it all set, Mr Weasley? Can we go in the morning? Have you seen the Warrior? Do you know where I have to go once I get to the Ministry? Will I-"

"Harry, Harry, I know you're bursting with questions, but now is not the time for answers. I will talk in the morning, but now you must go to bed. You can sleep in Ron's room. Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley!"

Harry started up the stairs to Ron's bedroom, yawning. He smiled as he recognised the Chudley Cannons wallpaper. Harry collapsed on the bed fully clothed, and was immediately asleep.

In the morning, Harry was shaken awake early by Mr Weasley. As they were walking down the stairs, Mr Weasley told Harry to be as quiet as he could, because Mrs. Weasley was still sleeping.

They got down into the kitchen, and Harry sat at the kitchen table. Mr Weasley looked shifty.

"Erm, sorry Harry, but we're not having breakfast now. We'll get to the Ministry first. I'm not sure if there'll be time for breakfast before you see the Warrior or not, but if you don't I promise you'll get some afterwards. I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with me at the Ministry until my lunch break, when I'll take you back to the Burrow. Molly will make sure you get back to Hogwarts all right. Now, follow me."

Harry followed him out of the house and down the drive, where he could see a Ministry car waiting for them. They got in, and Harry sat nervously in the back.

"Mr Weasley-" he began, but was interrupted.

"Arthur, Harry, call me Arthur."

"OK … Arthur?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Not at all. Fire away!"

Harry heaved a sigh of relief. "Have you ever seen the Warrior?"

"Actually, Harry, I have not. But Mr. Rime here-" he motioned at the driver "-has. I'm sure he wouldn't mind answering a few of your questions, would you, Ernie?"

"Be my guest," he said, then laughed a deep, hollow laugh.

Harry paused. "What's he like?"

"Oh, where to start? How about … at the beginning?"

After Albus Dumbledore's death, he-who-must-not-be-named felt stronger than he ever had before. Wormtail had betrayed him (so was now dead), and he had acquired a new right-hand-man, going by the name of the Warrior. Lucius Malfoy was captured, and ensured his release by revealing the whereabouts of the Warrior, who had by then the most feared name aside Voldemort. Malfoy, was, of course, killed mere minutes after his release (which was part of the reasoning of letting him go). The Warrior was captured, but as officials soon found out, it was impossible to imprison him in Azkaban. The Warrior refused to talk, and was immune to torture. He put a shield around his face, but none could lift it. The Minister for Magic was confronted by Dumbledore's portrait, which asked about receiving the help of the famous Harry Potter. The Minister agreed and Dumbledore told Harry what he must do. Harry left the castle without even the new headmistress, Professor McGonagall, knowing. Harry's quest, is to find out the Warrior's true name.

Harry furrowed his brow in concentration. Dumbledore had suggested acquiring Harry's help. Obviously, then, he though that he was capable of it. Whatever it was. He knew he was to find out the Warrior's birth name, but it wasn't going to be as simple as just walking in and asking him, was it?

"Do you know where the Warrior is being held?"

"I can't describe it to ya, but I sure know how to get there!" Ernie replied, and chuckled again. Harry decided that silence was best, and didn't say a word for the rest of the journey. He had a queasy feeling in his stomach, and he knew that it wasn't his breakfast talking.