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Chapter 5: Fullmetal Order
"Your mother," said Harry in disbelief while looking at his godfather.
"Yes," said Sirius, "hasn't anyone told you, that this is my parents house? Well since their dead and I'm the last Black, it's mine now to do as I wish. Come, lets go to the kitchen."
Everyone stepped into the kitchen. Sirius and Harry sat on the table opposite to each other. Ed and Al sat together and began reading some book. Mrs. Weasley, with the help of the twins, Mr. Weasley, and Tonks began to prepare dinner.
"So Harry, how is your summer so far," asked Sirius.
"Bad," Harry said with sarcasm, "I just wish you guys told me more news in your letters." Harry knows that he sounded rude, but he didn't care.
"I don't know what you're complaining about," said Sirius, "I would have welcomed a dementor anytime. A good fight for my soul would be most exciting. But instead I have been stuck in this house for so long. Snape is not helping either. He kept going on and on about how he is risking his life on the line while all I do, and the rest of those stuck here, is clean and make this house fit to become habitable for humans."
Harry didn't miss the anger and contempt laced on Sirius' words.
"If its any constellation Mr. Black," said Al with sincerity, "I don't like him either. I think his in an absolute slime ball who uses his own bodily fluids for hair gel."
"Al," said Ed with great surprise as everyone in the kitchen began to laugh, all except Mrs. Weasley. Surprised by his brother's words. Ed too could not suppress his laughter. "You better not let professor stink-a-lot hear you say that. He might slip some of his sweat in your drink and who knows what might happen. You might turn into him. What a horrible thought."
Everyone in the room laughed harder at Ed's comment. Even Al whose quiet for most of the time is bawling in laughter.
"That's enough," said Mrs. Weasley, through gritted teeth, nose flaring in annoyance, "You should not joke around like that to a Hogwarts professor. And you two," she pointed at Ed and Al who sank down on their sits in fear for their life, "I better not hear you say those rude remarks ever again. I don't care if you are Albus' grandchildren."
The laughter quickly died down as Mrs. Weasley let out her motherly rage to everyone. After an hour of chatting and catching up, dinner was served. Mrs. Weasley had prepared some of Harry's favorite. Being served cold soup in his room for the remainder of his stay at Privet Drive, Harry immediately dove right into his plate not caring about what anyone else thought of him of his table manners.
"Four years hasn't it brother," said Al in between bites of his stew.
"What do you mean Al," asked Ed as he looked up from his plate, not realizing that every one heard what Al said and are now interested on what they have to say, "what are you talking about."
"Well ever since mom died and getting our punishment, its been four years since you and I have actually sat down together for dinner with a family," said Al sadly while looking down on plate not knowing that now everyone is listening to their conversation.
"Ed," it was Sirius that spoke first, concern was etched on his young face, "what's going on? What is Al talking about, and what punishment?" Ever since Dumbledore asked Sirius if he could spare extra rooms for the two boys a month ago, he came to really like them both. He cared for them enough that he felt as if they are his own.
It was Ed who recovered first from their conversation. "Its nothing Sirius, just some old memory not worth remembering," said Ed clearly uncomfortable about the painful topic. Since Ed and Al had gained what they have lost, they agreed to each other that they would no longer talk about their childhood memory and their mistakes.
Sirius wasn't convinced but decided not to press it. He know exactly how it feels to talk about something you don't want to remember especially when you live in that pace that you don't want to remember. Everyone went back to their dinner quietly after that awkward moment.
After dinner was done and plates put away, Mrs. Weasley began to see her children and Harry and Hermione to bed.
"Hold on Molly," said Sirius, "its still to early and I want to speak to Harry first. Besides, I noticed that your not rushing Ed and Al to bed."
Mrs. Weasley looked at Sirius with a serious face. "Well Albus gave me specific instructions that Ed and Al be left alone until they are ready for anything."
"O.k.," said Sirius with a slight smirk, "Harry sit for a moment, I noticed that you haven't asked a single question about Voldemort." At this words everyone in the room tensed except for Ed and Al.
Soon an argument started between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley about not telling Harry more than he needs to know. In the end, everyone, except Ginny, stayed in the kitchen and the discussion began. After an hour of talk, Mrs. Weasley walked back in the kitchen angry.
"That's enough," she said with clear but controlled rage, "tell Harry anymore information and you might as well have him join the order."
"Why not," said Harry at once, "I'll join, I'd want to join."
"No," said another voice but this time it wasn't Mrs. Weasley that spoke but Lupin. "Only wizards that are of age can join." At those words Fred and George immediately got up from their sits, but Lupin quickly added, "only wizards that are of age and out of school."
"Tsech, I don't know what everyone is so excited about this club," said Ed, "believe me, you're better off not joining. Listening to Snape talk about his part in the mission is not exactly my cup of tea in the afternoon."
"Yes," agreed Al, "brother and I have been most bored in those meetings. I'm just glad that the headmaster released us early today."
At those words, Harry, Ron, Fred and George began to protest.
"What do you mean? You two are in the order!"
"You don't even go to Hogwarts!"
"Your not even of age yet!"
"And your too small!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT YOU COULD SQUISH LIKE AN ANT," yelled Ed at the top of his lungs after being called small.
"Brother please, calm down," consoled Al in embarrassment..
"Tsech, I'm going to bed, come on Al," said Ed as he was living the kitchen.
Before Al exited the kitchen, quick gave a quick apology. "Please," he said with his head bowed, "forgive my brother. He just doesn't like being called short." At this he too left.
As both boys left for bed, many sets of eyes followed them until they got out. Mrs. Weasley broke the impending silence mixed with shock
"Everyone. Bed. Now." said Mrs. Weasleylike rabid wolverine.
"Make us, were of age," said the twins.
Mrs. Weasley didn't even have to say a word as her eyes begin to flash with fire. Seeing the danger, everyone slowly got up and went straight for bed.
Inside Harry and Ron's room, the twins apparated in to join in a quick conversation about on what they have heard that night. About Voldemort and a new weapon that he could be after.
"But you know," said Ron, "that is not what I'm interested about. I want to know more about Ed and Al. Did you hear them during dinner. They said they were punished for four years. What could they have done to get such a severe punishment?"
"What I want to know is how they got to join in the order," said Harry, "if they could join why cant we?"
But before they could finish their conversation, Mrs. Weasley silently walked down the hall, patrolling if anyone is feinting sleep. But unbeknown to them, Al had transmuted a radio into a phone connecting to the room adjacent to theirs' where Harry and Ron are residing. Both brothers listening in the conversation that had taken place. Formulating an alibi to tell everyone how they got to join the order.
Bonus Story:
How the portrait of Mrs. Black burst into flames.
"YOU FILTHY BLOODS," screamed Mrs. Black in her portrait, as Tonks, Ed, and Al valiantly tried to cover her up with the tapestry.
"Sorry you guys," said Tonks embarassed, "I always tripped on that stupid troll leg display."
"That's alright," consoled Al, "let's just hurry up and cover her up. I don't know how much more of her shrieking I can take."
"I wish I coulddestroy her portrait," said Ed through gritted teeth, "then we'll be rid of her pestilence."
"But brother," said Al shocked, "I don't think we could do that! This is Sirius' mother after all."
"I don't know Al," said Tonks with a smirk, "I'll be more than happy to get rid of this portrait. After allSirius hates her too. But we've tried everything and this thing wouldn't budge."
"LEAVE THIS HOUSE AND THROW YOURSELVES IN THE RIVER," continued Mrs. Black. With one last tug on the curtains, they were finally able to silenced her.
"Well I'm going to bed," said Ed.
That night, Ed woke up from a stroke of ginius he had. Queitly he got up, careful not to wake his brother. He took a piece of chalk with him and left his room. He descended silently so not to wake anyone up. As soon as he got down, he headed for Mrs. Black's portrait. Slowly, he went underneath the curtain careful not to stir Mrs' Black from her sleep, and he slowly drew a small transmutation circle on the corner of theportrait.
As he finished his drawing, he couldn't help but smile at his handy work. Looking at the familiar cirlce, he used Colonel Mustang's array. Leaving the protrait slowly, he placed an unlit candle on the table by the covered portrait, and he slowly walked back in his room.
As he was getting back in bed, his brother stirred awake.
"Brother," said Al grogily, "what were you doing?"
"Nothing Al," said Ed hoping that his tone was innocent, " get back to sleep."
As Al went back to sleep, Ed lay awake for a couple more minutes maknig sure that his plan is foolproof.
'Tommorow evening," Ed thought, 'Mrs. Black will leave us forever!'
Next Evening
Ed, feeling apprehensive about his plan, is making sure that everything goes as plan. He went in the hallway and lit the candle that he left on the table the night before. Seeing how everything is ready, he went back to his room and called Al and Tonks to go to the kitchen for dinner.
As the three are walking down the hall, Ed "accidentally" tripped Al which sent his brother clamouring down the hall. The effects are immediate. Mrs. Black began screaming at the top of her voice. Everyone in the kitchen went to the hall to help shut Mrs. Black up. Ed noticed that Tonks is also walking towards the portrait to help. He "accidentally" tripped her as well sending her to fall forwards towards the portrait.
As Tonks tried to keep herself from falling, she ended up placing her hand on the transmutation cirlce in the corner of the portrait that no one noticed. With her magic mixed with alchemy, the effects are immediate. With the candle burning innocently on the table, the flames from said cadle leapt onto the protrait sending it into a blaze of fury. Everyone was shocked from the crazed flame that is burning Mrs. Black and her portrait. As soon as Mr. Weasley was snapped out of his initial shock he immediately dowsed the flame.
"AGUAMENTI," he yelled pointing his wand on the portrait putting out the flames efficiently, but too late. As soon as the flames has been put out, what reamaind of Mrs. Black is the charred remains of the portraits frame.
Kreacher, witnessing all that has happened to his mistress, fell flat on the floor in a catatonic and comatosestate. Hermione ended up taking Kreacher back to his den.
"What in the world happened," questioned Lupin facing Tonks, all the while Sirius is crying on how happy he is to finally getting rid of his mother andthanking no one in particular.
Tonks slowly got up, absolutely shaken from the ordeal, but began to explain. As she finished her story, no can seem to explain how the flames suddenly jumped from the candle to the portrait. Al, however, have a slightidea.In the end everyone agreed that what happened on that evening was an act of a Divine Intervention. All the while not noticing that Ed is back in his room soffucating from laughter.
The End
Author's note:
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