Dedicated to Kelley!  Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter Chapter 8

"What?" choked Mr.Weasley, "There already inside? Fifty? But Harry told us…" he trailed away.

"Yeah, well we can sort that out later… What matters, is getting the rest of the order members to safety."

"Well how are we going to do that?" Mr. Weasley asked, his voice sounding a little different than his own.

"We'll call the order for backup and"- But Moody was interrupted by two loud cracks behind them. They both whipped around, wands pointed too-

"Hermione, Ron, what are you doing here?" Mr.Weasley asked, taking up Mrs. Weasley's cross tone.

"Before you guys go into the building"- Hermione began.

"Well it's a little late for that," Moody growled.

"You can't go in there!" Hermione said shrilly. "It's all a trap. See look." Hermione pulled out the recent letter they had gotten from Harry. "It says Dark Lord Harry would nev"-

"I'm tellin' you it doesn't matter," Moody bellowed, making Hermione jump back a bit. "If you'd have given us that information hours ago, that'd been nice, but now you're wasting our time! There are already four order members in there, and by the looks of it, are putting up a good fight. But they wont hold out long, see there goes Mundungus. Come on Arthur."

Mr.Weasley looked at Ron and said before following, "Look I don't know how you guys got here but"-

"We shoved the information out of Remus." Hermione said proudly.

"Well, I want you to go home. Got it?"

"But we can't. Harry's our best mate, he'd do the same for us." Ron whined.

"Go home now," Mr.Weasley ordered. And with that, he followed Moody into the building.

"Ron, you know they can't survive for long, six against hmmm, say fifty?"

"Yeah, I know… Reckon we call for backup?"

"I reckon we go inside and help."

Ron looked at her uncertainly, and replied with a hesitant nod. "Let's go in." Ron made his way toward the side where his father and Moody entered, when Hermione caught his wrist.

"Ron no. We can't enter that way; we already have members that way… Now if we want to catch them by surprise…. Come with me."

Hermione, still holding Ron's wrist, led him to the side of the building, with only a great big stonewall. "Reducto on three."

"One."

"What?"

"Two."

"Fine!"

"Three!"

They both shouted Reducto, and watched as the two jets of light made their way for the building, creating a huge hole in the wall. Together, they ran inside, to a raging battle. The Reducto curse had quite an effect: three Deatheaters had been knocked unconscious and many Deatheaters paused to look, giving the order and advantage.

Hermione pointed out for Ron, Mundungus from afar who indeed had fallen. They couldn't tell just yet if her was dead or stunned. It could be either, from the fact there were jets of white, red, green, and other colors in the air.

"Hermione, duck!" Ron dove at Hermione who had been staring blankly around, looking at all the commotion. "Come on Hermione, start thinking!"

Hermione at once stood up, and began firing curses at the Deatheaters who had also begun fire hexes at them. Ron copied, and they both engaged in a fierce battle.

Hermione looked around, Tonks had also fallen, because the crowd of Deatheaters had taken Mundungus as well, she was defiantly out-numbered.

It wasn't until a tall thin, skeletal man, with scarlet eyes and a snake like face, stepped through a door, that Moody shouted, "REMUS! Grab Tonks and Mundungus and portkey out of here! Everyone retreat!"

"But what about Harry?" Hermione and Ron said in unison.

"Kids were out-numbered! We can't get to him. I'm sorry!" Mr.Weasley shouted to the two crest-fallen children. "Now I thought I told you too get out of here awhile ago get"-

"Dad!" Ron screamed! A purple curse had hit Mr. Weasley during all of his shouting. He was flung back against the wall, and hit the ground hard. Moody swept him up and disappeared. Only Kingsley Shackelbolt was left, and he to was about to use his portkey ring. Hermione and Ron took this as a signal to leave. They left the battle, and ran to apparation point.

Back at Grimauld place, number 12, Ron was comforting Hermione, who was sobbing with her head placed in her hands.

"We failed! We didn't bring him back," She choked, to the listening order members. "It was a trick, a trap!"

She cried even harder, her body trembling.

Madam Pomfry came hurriedly out of a door to their left. She had a worried look on her face.

"How are they"- Remus began.

"They're not dead, but it doesn't look good. Tonks looks as though she wont wake for a while, Arthur looks as though he's in a coma as well. I can't quite figure out what happened to Mundungus…"

Ron looked up at the mention of his father's name. "How long would you call a while?"

"Who knows, days, weeks, months, years…."Madam Pomfry replied, feeling pity for the mournful boy. "But I'll see what I can do."

"We can't trust anymore letters from Harry, but I'm You-Know-Who will not try that stunt again." McGonagoll said to no one in particular.

Back in their room, Hermione and Ron were discussing cheerful subjects, to bring their mind from Harry. They both felt slightly guilty, and found discussing that nights recent event disquieting for the both of them.

"Ron," Hermione said after a long stretch of silence. "You know we can't avoid this subject forever. And if there is one way to get rid of this…. guilt, then I think I know what it is…."

"Ok, well shoot."

"I think Harry would like it if we took up his 'work'. If we destroy the Horcurxes."

"Well Hermione, how do we do that, we don't know what Harry and Dumbledore know about V-Voldemort."

"Well, I was thinking, if we acquired Dumbledore's pensive. We could see the memories that he's seen. I think it's worth a shot. Don't you? I mean, we know the locket, the cup, the snake, the um…"

"Something of Gryffindor's, something of Ravenclaw's…" Ron said thoughtfully.

"Well, let's get started now I guess, the sooner the better!" Hermione said, slightly more joyful than before.

"You fools!" Voldemort hissed to the fearful looking Deatheaters. "You captured, nor killed any order member. We had them out-numbered! And now, because of it, we must move headquarters."

The Deatheaters circling Voldemort looked as though a thirty Hungorian Horntails walked into the room.

"You," Voldemort said, pointing to a random Deatheater, "get the Potter boy and bring him here."

"Yes mi'lord," he gulped. And he made his way through the corridors, and down to the cell where Harry lay fearful for his friend's lives.

"Are they ok?" Harry asked worriedly, although he was almost positive he wouldn't get an answer.

"Yes," A cold voice sneered from behind its mask. "They are safe actually. Now get going." Snape said poking Harry in the back with his wand, after he undid the enchantments.

"I thought I couldn't leave the cell," Harry asked not wanting to experience any of the pain Voldemort mentioned.

"Yes, well, that was with the enchantments. Move."

Harry squinted his eyes and looked long and hard at the Deatheater. "Professor?" he asked hopefully.

His response was, "MOVE!"

"Alright, alright!" And Harry walked the path, turning left and right at the Deatheater, who he was sure was Snape's, move.

Harry arrived in a battered room, with large black lumps on the ground, which appeared to be stunned or dead Deatheaters. There was a giant hole in the wall, and a circle or Deatheaters as well. In the center, stood Voldemort. Voldemort glared upon him, and felt what was a prickle in his scar, intensify to a sharp pain. Harry winced, and brought a hand up to his forehead.

"I see you haven't managed to capture any order members, or else you wouldn't be so angry then." Harry said happily.

Voldemort replied with a Crucio that brought Harry down onto the ground, writhing with pain.

"Potter, I am mad. I'll put it simply. That is not a good thing. It will not be good to mess with me. Now let me explain. You will do as I say, or my Deatheaters will raid every damn village within two hundred miles of here…. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded weakly.

"Good, Good," Voldemort said, and turned to address his Deatheaters again. "Alright stun him and box him. Were moving Headquarters."

Harry saw a red stupefy curse fly towards him, and he jumped out of the way.

Voldemort gave a frustrated sigh. "Now really I didn't think we'd have to do this. You five send a stunning curse!"

Harry couldn't dodge this, and he was shot down by two of the curses. As he faded out into darkness, he lastly heard Bellatrix Lestrange's high-pitched laughter.

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