The metamorphosis

It was subtle at first, but Molly Weasley's dissatisfaction with Ginny's choice of relationship only became more apparent as Sirius and Lucinda's marriage got closer and closer. Perhaps it wasn't unrelated to the fact that their marriage was supposed to be on the same day as Bill and Fleur. Her dismay wasn't expressed vocally, but Harry could see it in her occasionally disapproving thoughts and her extra friendliness with Fleur Delacour, Ginny's number one enemy.

"She now loves phlegm." said Ginny.

"Ginny don't say that." said Hermione. "She's your future sister-in-law."

"Ginny, why do you hate Fleur so passionately?" asked Harry, "It cannot be mere jealousy."

"Can't I hate my brother's future wife without any reasons?" said Ginny angrily.

Harry snorted loudly and walked away. He saw Remus and Moriarty who were deep in conversation and decided to join them.

"Ah Harry… come and sit with us," said Moriarty.

"Professor, are you here to take me to the Ministry?" asked Harry.

"Actually, no. We decided it would be unwise for you to be in public for the time being. So I'm postponing that a bit. You probably haven't heard yet but Bellatrix Lestrange has made some interesting confessions."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

"She … she said anything about Hermione?"

"Not per se, although she has talked about her father, Mr Riddle." said Moriarty, "Harry, we knew people would eventually find out, didn't we?"

"But this a big problem, sir." said Harry "People will hate Hermione. What do you think Mrs Weasley will say?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know it will be very difficult for you. Albus and I tried to keep it out of the news but it got leaked. Once people start talking within the ministry, leakage becomes inevitable."

Moriarty sighed.

Remus looked at Hermione worriedly and said, "I think she has to tell the order before they get wind of it."

"I am considering that option, but It could backfire." said Moriarty. "I must get Dumbledore's opinion on this."

Sirius who was standing nearby came closer.

"Are you talking about Hermione?" he asked.

"Yes, the Ministry knows about her father. We are looking for a way to deal with it." said Remus.

"Tonks approaching," he murmured urgently.

Tonks looked different today. She had green and silver hair just like Harry's, which was like that courtesy of Salazar Slytherin who was reading a questionably muggle magazine in the kitchen.

"Filch wants to see you, Harry." she said.

"He does?" asked Harry.

"Nice hair, Auror Tonks." said Moriarty.

"Thank you, sir," said Tonks nervously.

Lupin smiled goofily as Tonks sat next to him.

Harry left them to talk about order business and went to see Argus Filch.

Filch was wearing a green nightgown with a ridiculously long pointy hat. In his hand he had the magazine he obviously had finished reading.

"Close the door, will you?" he said.

Harry shut the door and cast a privacy spell.

"Won't you get caught for doing magic outside school?" asked Filch.

"Professor Moriarty will fix it." Harry lied smoothly.

Filch smirked and drank some coffee.

"They say you made some Polyjuice potion when you were just twelve." said Filch.

Harry wondered how he had known.

"You heard?" said Harry "You should never believe what you've heard."

"I saw the potion." said Filch "You were making a batch in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Ironically, that bathroom was the entrance of the chamber."

"Why didn't you tell Dumbledore?" asked Harry.

"I didn't know who was doing it. As far as I was concerned, he could be the culprit himself. I had known Albus for a long time, and as you know, he is a very secretive man. He had a relatively dark history, too."

"Dark history?" asked Harry incredulously.

"Not my story to tell, boy," said Filch annoyedly.

He moved in his chair uncomfortably, trying to find a better position.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you to do something." said Filch "I want you and Miss Riddle to make some of that special Polyjuice Potion of yours for me. At least 8 gallons, that is."

"That's two large Cauldrons!" said Harry, "Why would you need such a large amount of Polyjuice Potion."

"That's just a precaution, we might be in need of it soon. If the power dynamics don't change drastically, Voldemort will make his move on ministry soon and it will collapse." said Filch confidently.

"Dumbledore will stop him." said Harry.

"No." said Filch.

"No!?" said Harry.

"Voldemort's got many members of our government under the Imperius Curse. We will lose if you don't make the potion. We might need to spy on them, and currently, Severus is out of their circle." he explained.

"You're playing Barty Crouch with Voldemort?" said Harry with anger.

"Someone might have to play it." said Filch, "Maybe Sirius will do it.*

"What?" cried Harry loudly. He had not expected him to be involved. "Do others know?"

"The leaders of order do. Also do the key members of the Department of Mysteries. I was the least emotional person who could tell you this, so I volunteered." said Filch.

Harry knew it was non-negotiable. There was a very good chance that Sirius was going to become a spy.

"But Sirius… He can't."

Harry didn't know what to say.

"Your father," Filch had to stop as Harry quivered. "can do it. In fact he's the only chance we have since he's our only adult Occlumens."

"It will take a month, at least." said Harry, as he decided against arguing any further.

"The potion? I know. We have that much time but not any more than that. Even if we don't need a spy, we will need to potion for other purposes "

Filch picked up a small bag. Harry wondered what he could be keeping in this little hand bag.

"This bag contains the ingredients you need plus your workplace." said Filch, "And again, please, make that new improved version you've been working on."

"How?" said Harry as gave him and the bag a baffled look, "A workplace?"

"Extension Charms are placed on this bag, Potter. Your father will teach you a few of them this year." explained Filch.

Harry felt ashamed for not realising such a simple fact sooner.

Knock! Knock!

Harry jumped away as Moriarty entered.

"Harry, we need you in the meeting Hall," said Moriarty.

"Meeting Hall?" asked Harry.

"I added it to the house with Lord Black's permission." responded Moriarty.

He looked at Harry's silver and green hair which he hadn't fixed since yesterday.

"You're head looks like a pot of weed." he commented.

Harry blushed. He felt a buzz on his skin.

"Merlin's unshaved anus! How did you do that?" exclaimed Filch.

"Hey!" said Moriarty angrily.

"Did what?" said Harry.

"Your hair is back to normal, Harry," said Moriarty, looking at his hair with his inquiring eyes.

"I don't know. I just felt a buzz." said Harry.

"Had this happened before?" said Moriarty urgently.

"Not this, but once Aunt Petunia shaved all my Harry hair, and I really didn't want to go to school with no hair. The next day I had my hair back. It wasn't that surprising, I had already turned my teacher's hair blue."

"Ah I see." said Moriarty.

Both men seemed extremely concerned.

"We should ask him to try something." said Filch.

"Not the time, Argus." said Moriarty.

Once Harry walked into the alleged Meeting Hall, he felt like the time he had gone to the court of Wizengamot. He and Moriarty were the last to the party. Hermione was sitting on a chair next to Dumbledore.

"Ah Harry, Jim, please sit next to Mrs Weasley." said Dumbledore.

Moriarty and Harry sat next to Molly and Arthur Weasley who got slightly nervous once he saw Moriarty sir next to him. Tonks, who was sitting right behind Harry, leaned over.

"Changed your hair back?" she whispered in his ear disappointedly.

"I did." said Harry.

He saw Remus nod approvingly next to her.

Tonks changed her hair color to black. For the first time Harry could see her similarity with Hermione and Blacks in general.

"Tonks, could you change your appearance all your life or did it manifest itself at a certain age?" asked Harry.

"My mom says I could do it since birth," said Tonks "She says my hair would change at least twice a day."

"Oh," said Harry.

"Attention please! " said Dumbledore loudly "As you all know Hermione's father is a man named Riddle. How many people know who this man is?"

Harry, Ron, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin raised their hand. Lucinda next to Dumbledore nodded knowingly. To Harry and Mrs Weasley's surprise, Mr Weasley who was very pale nodded as well.

"To my request Hermione kept this bit of information away from you, but now we have to tell you ourselves before it becomes public soon." said Dumbledore. "I'm afraid Tom Marvolo Riddle is none other than Lord Voldemort himself. I understand it's a shock to you all..."

"Shock?" laughed Dung next to Tonks.

Mrs Weasley seemed horrified. Other members didn't look any better.

Professor Moriarty stood up.

"We've known about this since Hermione Granger entered Hogwarts." he said calmly. His words plunged the hall into silence.

"The readings were off the records. We observed her actions and beliefs. She couldn't be any further apart from her biological father." he continued confidently "The Department of Mysteries had her under supervision for a long time."

Filch stood up.

"My name's Argus Filch as most of you ungrateful brats know." said Filch.

Sirius laughed hard while Lucinda was giggling. Others were too surprised to find any humor in his words.

"I have been operating within the school for the last four decades. I've given information about all of you to my boss who is sitting right there." Filch pointed his finger at Moriarty, who was biting his lower lip. "I told him I believed Sirius Black to be innocent when everyone was so damn convinced he was a murderer. That's why we didn't help Fudge when he asked us to help him arrest Black."

"Today, I tell you that Hermione Granger came to our school as a good girl and she never changed even when she became Hermione Riddle."

McGonagall clapped for Filch.

"That's nonsense!" said Mundungus Fletcher behind Sirius.

Lucinda turned around and shot a hex right into his face. Dung fell on the ground and hid behind Kingsley Shacklebolt who shivered once Dung grabbed his leg.

"On a happier note," said Dumbledore "Lucinda and Sirius are getting married next week, as do young Bill Weasley and Miss Delacour. We did consider the Burrow. However, the security seems to be an issue. Last time Death Eaters attacked they almost destroyed it. We are in need of a place and Professor Moriarty had a great idea."

"We're holding the wedding in Nowhere." said Moriarty cryptically.

"What does that mean?" said Arthur.

"Nowhere is a term for a space a wizard creates and separates from the real world." said Moriarty "We can generate a space within infinity itself and limit the passage. Even portkeys do not work in a Nowhere."

"I'm sorry but I know for fact that the largest Nowhere ever produced is as large as a matchbox." said Sirius.

"Outside here, it's true," said Moriarty. "But this house was built by John Dee, your ancestor who knew where ley lines were. So this place is charged with lots of untapped magic. I'll be able to sustain a Nowhere as large as this very building for weeks."

"Hold on!" said Sirius "We're doing it here?"

"Yes and no. We're putting the entrance somewhere else."

Harry felt a wave of magic behind himself. He looked back and saw that Tonks hair was now pink. He had never felt it when she had changed her appearance.

Tonks smiled cheerfully. Her skin stretched a bit and her eyes changed and suddenly she was looking like Harry. Harry could see that she was not very precise.

"Don't kiss Remus, looking like that." he joked.

Suddenly, Remus had a coughing fit. Tonks laughed and kissed his head.

"That is an evil power you have," said Harry. "Please tell me you're not using it when you're … you know."

"Actually, Remus doesn't like it when I change to someone else. He likes my own face the best." she said.

What Harry couldn't see was Hermione giggling as she watched his dynamic with Tonks. Seeing two Harrys next to each other was such a surreal scene.

"Harry must have said something really shocking." she thought as Remus began coughing.

"Hermione." she heard Lucinda's voice. She looked back.

"Honey we should go. The order will have a meeting now." said Lucinda kindly "Let's get your new room in order."

Harry felt slightly disgraced as he had to leave the session with Ronald and Ginny. Moriarty paid no attention to him as he kept explaining something to a very attentive Sirius Black.

Once they were out Lucinda faced Harry and Ginny.

"Sirius and I thought that your current sleeping arrangements are a bit uncomfortable so we asked Kreacher to help us clean up one of the less used rooms and prepare it for you." said Lucinda.

"What's wrong with how it is now?" said Ron.

"Well I think it might become a bit difficult to stay in your room once Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood arrive," said Lucinda "You must understand that these three are now in a relationship as well."

Ron's ears burned red. He didn't say anything and simply left.

Lucinda took them to a room that Harry had seen before. This was the very room they had found the locket first, which Harry for once was glad that Kreacher had saved it from being thrown out.

Kreacher presented the room wearing a soft velvet tuxedo.

"Lucinda, how is Kreacher wearing clothes?" asked Hermione, "Have you… by any chance … freed him?"

"No, Hermione. Don't say such awful things. I would never dare kick Kreacher out of his home. I just found a loophole into the ordeal. I realised that I couldn't give him clothes but he could get them himself, couldn't he?"

Kreacher nodded respectfully.

"So I simply gave him money." she continued "They are allowed to get money from their masters."

"Can't other people do the same?" asked Ginny.

"That's a very good question. It's not impossible or hard obviously. I did it as you see. I think they don't care enough to do so." responded Lucinda.

The room had one large bed in the middle and a very large cupboard next to it. On the wall they had a large wardrobe full of clothes.

"They are gorgeous!" said Ginny as she opened it and saw the beautiful hats, robes and gowns.

"So we're sleeping in one bed?" said Hermione nervously.

"Oh, yes." said Lucinda.

"You're awfully okay with this," said Harry.

"I'm sure you won't overexploite it." said Lucinda softly.

Overexploite? Harry was going to have a very very rough night.

"I know Ron isn't very happy, but he will be once Miss Brown arrives." said Lucinda mischievously.

"That reminds me, how are you going to have so many people included in the Fidelius Charm? Neither Neville, Luna or Lavender are Order members." said Harry.

"No they aren't, but both Xenophilus and Augusta are joining us." said Lucinda "They asked us to keep the children somewhere safe. They will be affiliated with the Order and hence the integrity of the charm would be preserved."

"But Ron can't spend quality time with lavender if Neville and Luna are there." said Ginny.

"Ah you young ones. Sometimes you dismiss how useful magic can be."

**HP**

That evening Harry showed Flich's bag to Hermione, Ron and Ginny.

"How do you get into this thing?" asked Ron.

"I've got no idea," said Harry, "I thought Hermione would know."

"Well honey… This is pretty simple." said Hermione cheesily.

She put the bag on the ground and opened it. She took a step back and jumped in. They watched her disappear into the bag. A minute later she reappeared.

"You just have to jump into it." she said cheerfully. "It's really big inside. You should come and see."

Once they were inside the bag Harry gulped.

"It's not big. It's huge." said Harry. "This is as large as Snape's private quarters."

"It has rooms, Harry," said Ginny excitedly.

Once she opened the door they saw an even larger room.

"Wow, what's this?" said Ron.

"Looks like a dueling room." replied Harry.

The room had a few large dummies installed on the wall. Harry turned around and saw the wall behind him was hosting a variety of swords, hatchets and knives.

"I'm pretty sure those weapons aren't normal, don't touch them." he said to Ron who was about to pick up a samurai sword.

It turned out that there were two other rooms; One was a rather large pool and the other was a weird pink room with nothing inside.

Harry and Hermione began making eight badges of Polyjuice Potion. Once they were at a point that they could stop they left the Potions behind and left the bag.

Harry was terrified once he reappeared in the room , because there was a man standing in front of him.

"Evening Potter." said the man, who Harry now could recognise as Severus Snape.

"Evening, sir." he mumbled.

"Move, Potter." said Snape quietly.

"Huh…" said Harry before someone landed on his back.

"Hey Harry." said Ginny who had him flatten on the ground. "Hello, professor."

"Miss Weasley," said Snape curtly.

A moment later Hermione and Ron arrived as well. Harry stood up and closed the bag.

"Potter, Professor Moriarty wishes to see you in his room," said Snape, "You can find it next to your Godfather's."

Harry was about to leave when Snape called him again, "I want your first report on your project next week. Indestructible leather, was it?"

"Yes, sir. I'll hand it over on Tuesday." said Harry as he stood next to the door frame.

"Good. Go now. Professor Moriarty doesn't have eternity to wait for you." said Snape.

Harry smiled and left the room swiftly. He wasn't sure but Moriarty as an immortal did have unlimited time.

Once he reached Moriarty's room he raised his hand and knocked three times.

The door opened. The room was dim. In a simple bed laid Professor Moriarty and on a chair next to the wall sat Argus Filch.

Once Harry entered the door shut itself behind him. Moriarty kept gazing toward the ceiling. Harry followed his gaze and saw a window on the ceiling. Oddly the sky was pitch black dressed with some stars.

"This window shows the sky of Japan where it's past midnight." said Moriarty dreamily.

"Did you wish to speak to me?" said Harry.

"I did," said Moriarty as he snapped out of his trance and sat up.

"Harry, it's imperative that you tell me the truth." said Moriarty impatiently "Have you ever changed your appearance on your own without any help whatsoever? If you have, does Orion Black know about it?"

"No, sir" said Harry.

Moriarty gave a sigh of relief and lied down.

"We are at a very dangerous point." said Filch "This is something we did not know of. Is this a part of her plan?"

"I doubt it. Harry is probably needed for something else. They don't need him to have any powers like this." said Moriarty.

"What do they need me for?" asked Harry.

"My theory is that they need you for sacrifice." said Moriarty "I believe that's how Morningstar's plan can work."

"Sacrifice me? Like cut my throat or something!?" exclaimed Harry.

"Don't be so naive!" said Slytherin.

"If I am right Morgana needs you and Voldemort to create the bridge to the Realm of Shadow. According to my calculations, she needs three elements: Two pillars of equals and a very unique focus." said Moriarty.

"Like the Golem ceremony?" asked Harry. He had seen similar magic in the Necromancy book he had studied since Christmas.

"Exactly! That's the ceremony! Instead of clay and bones, she's using souls." said Moriarty in a hurry.

"So what's the deal with me being a …"

"Metamorphmagus?" said Filch, trying to be helpful.

"Yes,"

Moriarty looked at Harry disappointedly.

"Harry, this is what our enemy does not expect. This is our trump card." he explained excitedly.

"I cannot use it very well. I have no control over it." said Harry depressed by the fact that his power was probably useless.

"That's not true." said Filch softly.

Harry looked at his eyes waiting for him to continue. Filch took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"You're very unique, Potter. You are one of the few members of your family who has this power, but does not go through involuntary change. You intentionally choose." "But I cannot…"

"Have you tried?" said Moriarty "Fear often brings ignorance."

Harry closed his eyes.

"No." said Harry "I feel I'm going to lose my current looks if I try."

"You won't, Potter." said Filch.

"How do you know?" snapped Harry.

"Harry, it's fairly easy to go back to this face. Trust us." said Moriarty.

"Let's start small. Try something bold like turning your hair pink. It's easier to imagine." said Filch.

"How do I do it?"

"You must mean it and perhaps enjoy it." said Moriarty.

"Now you sound like Bellatrix Lestrange." said Harry.

"It is a sound advice."

"Try imagining it first." said Filch as he conjured a mirror on the wall behind himself.

It wasn't easy to imagine his wild black hair turning pink. Harry tried to look at every strand of hair on his head and mentally dye them pink.

"Nothing." said Harry.

"Close your eyes and believe!" said Moriarty, not dissimilar to the priests he had seen once or twice on TV.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to believe, but what is belief when you know your hair is black?

He tried something else he tried to believe that he could change his hair color. That made more sense that believing his hair was pink on its own.

He felt magic move under his skin and vibrate his hair follicles. He let the magic do its job. Once he opened his eyes he saw that his hair was light pink very close to white as he had imagined.

"Wow, you do look good. Now, if anyone asks, I did this to you. They'll believe it." said Filch.

Harry knew what was coming for him, "But..."

"You should keep it for a few days. I will tell Sirius that we are using you as our guinea pig. I really want to see if you can maintain this atrocious hair colour for more than three days or not." said Moriarty, "In fact your latest task is keeping your hair pink."

Keeping his hair pink proved to be very difficult for Harry, because everyone wanted to change it back to normal for him. At some point Sirius asked everyone to stop trying since Moriarty and Filch were running an experiment.

The more disturbing fact was that some people liked his new hair style. Dumbledore complimented Harry on his new Hair color and Luna Lovegood who arrived the day after called it very unique and nice.

After three days Moriarty asked Harry to turn his eyes blue.

"... close to gray preferably." said Filch.

Harry could barely recognise himself with those new shiny blue eyes. The main issue was that his girlfriends had very different opinions on his new appearance. Ginny absolutely loved it while Hermione detested it.

"Harry, I think if you turned yourself female entirely, Ginny would be very pleased," said Hermione as they were walking to the kitchen to have dinner.

"Come on Hermione it isn't that bad." said Harry anxiously.

"Tonks was talking to Filch yesterday and she suggested that a pair of C cups would be perfect for you." said Hermione.

Harry looked at her in horror.

"Filch said that would be in the next phase."

"Oh no!" Harry yelped. Suddenly his eyes turned green and his hair turned black.

Hermione looked at the boy who lived with wide eyes.

"How?" she said as Harry's hair turned pink again. Harry concentrated a bit and his eyes were blue again.

"YOU'RE A…"

Harry put his palm on her mouth.

"shhh… It's a secret, Hermione." said Harry immediately.

Once Harry and Hermione entered the kitchen it took Moriarty one look in Harry's eyes to realise what had happened. There were two empty chairs left; One was between Argus Filch and Ginny who was sitting next to her mother. The other empty seat was between Sirius and Lily.

"Hello, Adriana." said Harry amiably as he sat next to her. It was a pain to call his mum by this strange name.

"Hey Harry." she responded.

Suddenly, the door opened and two people stepped in.

"Hey people!" said Bill Weasley's warm voice behind Harry.

"I thought you'd be here much later." said Sirius.

He stood up and greeted them. Moriarty waved his wand casually and the table expanded, opening up enough space for two additional seats that appeared between Harry and Sirius.

"Miss Delacour, I presume?" said Moriarty as he stood up and sent a kiss to Fleur.

Fleur looked at him nervously.

"You are ze 'ead of ze Département des Mystères?" she asked nervously.

"Of course, we met on Christmas day, didn't we?" said Moriarty.

"I didn't know w'o you were," said Fleur.

"She's worried she might have offended you back then." explained Bill "We had a rather odd encounter with the French Ministry of Magic. Your French colleague was keen to be of service."

"Did Antoine say anything?" said Moriarty.

"He said you would have his head if he didn't accompany us to England himself." said Bill.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare!" said Moriarty as he laughed nervously. "My dear, I assure you I'm not a scary person."

Arthur Weasley who disagreed with his statement rolled back his eyes. Moody on the other side of the table laughed at something Kingsley had told him in his ear.

Floor and Bill sat next to Harry.

"Oh 'arry you've become very 'andsome." said Fleur so suddenly that Harry coughed his grape juice on Filch's face who growled at Harry and then smirked at his foolish expression.

Bill looked at Harry nervously. He was obviously wondering if his future wife would ask him to dye his hair pink too.

"So 'ow did you do it? Your eyes are so gorgeous!" Fleur flirted with him shamelessly.

Ginny growled angrily next to Hermione.

"Honey, you should stop. I don't think Ginny is very happy with you." said Bill, warning his wife. Harry found this very odd. How on Earth was she flirting with Harry right next to her husband.

"It's not like she's her girlfriend!" said Fleur hotly.

"Well, she isn't, but…"

"Bill dear, Harry and Ginny are in a relationship …" said Molly patiently.

"Oh? Is it closed, 'arry?" asked Fleur impatiently.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to be really angry but a look at Bill's face made her keep her cool.

"... you didn't let me finish, dear. Harry is in a relationship with Ginny and Hermione. I don't think there's much you could …"

"Superbe!" said Fleur excitedly.

Bill gulped nervously.

"Honey, maybe you should do it in a more private place." said Bill.

"You are keeping your marriage open?" said Lucinda "Molly hadn't told me."

"Sorry Lucinda, I wasn't really comfortable about it. I'm starting to deal with it better considering that," she looked at Ginny "... well… Ginny… Ginny has made a similar choice, so I think I'm okay with Bill's decision."

Now everything made sense. Harry could see why Ginny hated Fleur so much. Bill wasn't getting much in this marriage in Ginny's opinion.

"Well Bill, it's a very difficult choice you've made," said Sirius "I hope you two won't regret it. Have you made the magical pact?"

"Of course, Lord Black. My womb has been secured for Bill only." said Fleur to Harry and Hermione's dismay.

During dinner Fleur did not say much to Harry. Once Harry stood up Fleur softly groped his leg and squeezed it a bit.

Harry blushed and left the kitchen. He was followed by Hermione and Ginny.

"Harry, did you see Ron's face?" said Ginny.

"I cannot believe that brat!" said Hermione angrily.

Harry was surprised by their topic of conversation.

"I thought Ron would be at the very bottom of your mind right now."

"Harry, that idiot is into Fleur." said Ginny.

"Yeah, and Fleur isn't really picky about men." said Hermione disdainfully.

"Eww… Ew … disgusting. Please don't talk about it." said Harry.

"Now, I don't want to judge Fleur and Bill." said Hermione "We too have made a very radical decision regarding our relationship…"

"We are different!" said Ginny "Fleur is gonna have many more than two partners."

"Harry, you will not sleep with that trollop."

"Harry …" began Hermione.

"Hermione, I really don't want to be with her, ever." promised Harry.

"Good!" said Ginny.

"Ginny you cannot force Harry." said Hermione.

"Please don't tell me you won't mind them spending one night together, because I'm gonna vomit every time I'm eating it for Harry. I don't wanna touch something that has been inside Phlegm." retorted Ginny angrily.

"Are you promising that if I don't…" said Harry.

"Of course!" said Ginny "I'll get Hermione to do it, too."

Hermione looked at Ginny angrily.

"Hey!" she exclaimed.

"Come on, he needs an incentive." reasoned Ginny.

Bill came out of the kitchen next.

"They're having a session in the kitchen." he said.

"Why didn't you stay then?" asked Ginny.

"I came to apologise." said Bill.

"For your wife being a nymphomaniac?" said Ginny.

"Uh … no actually. Because I have to ask Harry to be kind to her. I - I slept with this Russian girl in Paris last night. I think Fleur is a bit angry, because I did it in the room next to ours."

"Oh William!" exclaimed Ginny.

"She likes you. I really don't want her to be upset." said Charlie.

"Are you asking Harry…" said Ginny menacingly.

"No. I'm not encouraging him. I also wouldn't stop him. I'm asking him to be gentle with Fleur. That's all."

"Bill, could you ask them to come in?" said Moriarty behind the kitchen's ajar door.

"Oh I almost forgot. Today will be your first day as members of the Order." said Bill

**JW**

Being a member of the a Order was much more boring than Ginny had envisioned. Harry on the other hand found himself relieved for once. He was not ignored anymore. Apparently, Moriarty was now Order's de facto head in Dumbledore's absence.

Moriarty listened to everyone and received their reports. He then posed a few questions and asked for possible solutions. Amazingly, he did not make a single decision alone. Harry could see why he was such a good leader and influencer.

"Now, I think we have to work on the most important task ahead of us; The marriage of these four lovebirds is in three days."

Mrs. Weasley muttered something next to Mr Weasley who was smiling politely.

"Harry has been preparing for his new look at the wedding. He will be posing as a cousin for Weasley's." said Moriarty.

Arthur Weasley nodded nervously.

"We have sent the location of our gates to everyone invited. Only they can read it and I've made sure no one can use Legilimency to extract the information from their minds." said Moriarty "Is there anything that you guys need to add."

Filch coughed.

"Ah, I was about to forget. uhm… Today we have some guests. Could you please get them, Argus?" said Moriarty.

"Of course,"

Filch got up and to everyone's surprise drew a door on the wall with a piece of chalk. He wrote a few words and drew a triangle on the door. Then he took four steps back and whispered in an unknown language.

The chalk came to life. The lines straightened as the texture of the wall between the lines changed. Suddenly, there was a door where Argus Filch's crude sketches had been.

"Before they come in I must ask for your discretion and tolerance. The guests tonight used to be Death Eaters just like Professor Snape. They have requested sanctuary." said Moriarty.

A/N: the next chapter is coming in a week.