Yo. Plot Bunny came out to play-maybe it's this insane, sickening heat, so lucky you, another chapter in what-two days? Amazing. Anyway, just a brief note on the alias confirmed list from the end of the previous chapter. I only confirm those mentioned in the chapter, which is why a few were missing from the list. In this chapter, for example, four are mentioned, but only two are confirmed, because the other two are new. So whenever Harry, or whoever, mentions the real name, or obvious circumstances surrounding an alias, I confirm it. Make sense? Thank you to all readers so far! Also, I changed some of HP's OWL results.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...

Later that night, Dobby popped into Ron's room with a roll of parchment-a letter from two of their spies. They had been in the Order meeting earlier, and since Harry and Ron hadn't been allowed in, they knew to let them know of what had occurred.

"What's it say?" asked Ron curiously, arms folded across his chest while Dobby stood nearby.

The raven haired teen unfolded the parchment, checked who it was from, just to be sure, then began to read it out loud.

Raven Serpent,
The meeting was uneventful for the most part. Snape mentioned the condition he found you in (you're okay, right?), and Lemon Sucker just brushed it off, saying you were fine and it was a necessity. A few got upset, but most seemed to believe him. When the ones who were upset brought that up, he just said Snape was exaggerating because of that whole thing with your dad and whatnot. Pretty much everyone bought that, and didn't question it.

Snape wasn't lying, though he was Occluding his mind. I was able to see a glimpse of the truth, but it's hard to tell if it was something he wanted me to see or not. Keep your friends close, Raven. You'll need them while you're here.
Fuchsia Storm, Azure Iris

Stashing the letter with the others, Harry heard Ron release a hum of thought, and quickly straightened. "Thoughts?" he questioned.

His best friend cocked his head. "Beyond being pissed at the old fucker for not giving a damn you nearly died again over there?"

"Yeah."

"No one's suspicious of anything he says. Or, if they are, they're keeping it very quiet. Still it doesn't seem like it, according to Tonks, at least. And from what Moody's saying, mum and Ginny are probably planning something. He doesn't say things like 'Keep your friends close' lightly. You know how he is."

Harry nodded. "I think you're right." He paused in thought for a moment. "What do you think about Snape?"

Ron frowned. Most would have expected the redhead to start cussing the professor out, but that was the old Ron-the fake Ron. Instead, he scratched his chin. "If he brought the whole thing up, I mean, that's a pretty big deal itself, isn't it? He could have just not bothered to mention it. I mean, he didn't say anything the day he brought you here, right? So why now?"

"Hm, and there's also the fact that he sort of allowed Moody into his mind. Speaking from experience, Snape's Occlumency shields are bloody brilliant. Even Voldemort and Dumbledore can't get through them, and they're both really skilled at Legilimency. I don't think he's the type of person to lower those shields for just anyone, or for any random reason."

Frown deepening, the taller teen spoke again. "What, so you think he realized Dumblefuck wouldn't give a damn, and wanted to make sure someone believed what he was saying? Why Moody then? They obviously don't get along. Hell, Moody's always calling him out as a Death Eater."

Harry nodded again. "Yeah, but that's just cover, remember? We might be neutral right now, but you know that might not last forever."

Ron sighed. "Right, you said that before. So, what are our chances of joining Voldemort?"

"Right now? Pretty slim. But that's why I wanted to start speaking to him. We know nothing about him, about his side. All we know is what we learned from the Light, and we all know ninety percent of that is bullshit. It always is. So then what is he actually doing? What is the purpose of this war? What is he really fighting for?"

"When do you plan on starting to write to him?"

"At the latest, when we head back to Hogwarts. Moody's warning is putting me on edge, and dealing with both your mum and your sister trying to spike me with potions at the same time will be pretty damn hard. We've still got the better part of three weeks here, and there isn't much privacy, so writing to the Dark Lord himself won't be easy, even with Dobby," he said, shooting the House-Elf a look.

Running his fingers through his hair, Ron sighed again. "I guess that's a fair point. Mum and Gin won't give up easily, especially if they start suspecting something."

"Anyway," said Harry, waving his hand absently. "Any news from Amethyst Heart or Indigo Hawk?"

Here, both Ron and Dobby shook their heads in the negative.

"I can tells them Raven Serpent, sir, wants to hear what they has been doing," Dobby interjected.

"I'd appreciate that Dobby. Make sure you go to them separately, at least twenty four hours between each visit."

The House-Elf, used to strange requests like this, nodded and vanished, removing the silencing spells and wards as he did so.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and a nod, before settling down for bed...

A week went by, and Harry was beginning to grow frustrated. Dodging Mrs Weasley and Ginny was becoming increasingly difficult, and he was glad Dobby knew to pop by (secretly) during meals to vanish any potions added to his food and drink.

Unfortunately, he had yet to learn anything new, either. Hermione and Sirius were both still researching on how to destroy the Horcruxes, and figure out how many a person could even have in the first place. With Dumbledore having holed himself up wherever he did over summers, there was nothing more Moody or Tonks could tell him either. And it didn't help that he was stuck at the Burrow, unable to leave.

That Gringotts visit was really starting to look unlikely. If things kept going the way they were, it looked like he wasn't going to be able to leave the Burrow until September first, and heading to the bank after that would be near impossible. Plus, he wanted to see the twins' shop.

It was time, he decided, to come up with alternate plans...

It was during an oddly chilly morning in mid-August, when it was time for Harry to put his new plans into action. OWL results had arrived, and with them, their new booklists.

"Here you are, dear," said the Weasley matriarch cheerfully, passing his envelops over.

"Thanks, Mrs Weasley," the teen replied casually. Instead, he and Ron exchanged a nervous look that wasn't altogether fake. While both were sure they had failed two classes, there really was no telling what had really happened. OWLs hadn't exactly been the best of times for exams, what with the visions and all.

Still, he read through his results carefully, sure he had surprised certain adults, because he had been hiding just how smart he really was. He wasn't like Hermione, not at all, but he certainly wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.

Harry James Potter has achieved:
Astronomy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: E
Charms: O
Defence Against the Dark Arts: O
Divination: P
Herbology: E
History of Magic: D
Potions: O
Transfiguration: O

Huh, well that wasn't bad at all. Harry had actually been expecting worse. In fact, only his Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions results were surprising. Everything else was pretty much what he had thought they would be.

He had done his best to brush up on Charms and Transfiguration after he had learned those were his mum and dad's best subjects respectively. Still, he had been expecting E's at most. Potions on the other hand, was all because of Hermione. With Snape all but refusing to offer anyone not of Slytherin House extra help, and the way his practicals were always botched and sabotaged, Harry had decided to swallow his pride and ask his friend for some much needed help. Turns out brewing potions in Snape's class was a lot like cooking for the Dursleys.

"Swap?" asked Ron.

Harry nodded and the two friends exchanged parchments. Ron, he noted, hadn't gotten any O's, but he'd still done a pretty good job in general. In fact, he'd done better in HOM! Then again, Harry had had that vision about Sirius, so...

Ronald Bilius Weasley as achieved:
Astronomy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: E
Charms: E
Defence Against the Dark Arts: E
Divination: P
Herbology: E
History of Magic: P
Potions: E
Transfiguration: E

"Well done, mate!" they congratulated in unison, taking their own results back. As expected, both had only failed two classes, and neither were particularly important. Divination was a bunch of bullshit, well, with Trelawney, at least, and they could always learn History of Magic on their own, because Binns had never really taught them much of anything.

"What do you think Hermione got?"

Ron scoffed. "Ten O's, obviously. She's Hermione! What do you expect?"

Harry laughed, but mentally noted his redhead friend wasn't going to be joining him and their female friend in Potions class this year. Still, he set his results down and took up the booklist instead. "Looks like Dumbledore found a new Defence professor. No more Umbridge, at least."

"Yeah, what a bloody miracle, that is."

"Ronald!"

"Sorry, mum!"

"So, when are we heading to Diagon Alley, Mrs Weasley?" asked Harry innocently.

The woman hesitated visibly. "Well, Harry dear, I don't think it's such a good idea for us all to go. How about I take your lists and get everyone's things myself, just like before?"

Harry frowned. "I really don't think that's possible, Mrs Weasley."

She looked baffled at that. "Well why not, dear?"

The emerald eyed teen just blinked, continuing to look as innocent as a first year. "New robes. Professor Snape's been keeping me on that nutrient potion, remember? I've grown a couple of inches, at least, and my old school robes aren't going to fit. And clearly Ron and Ginny have gotten taller too. Won't they need new robes as well?"

"Oh-oh, why yes, that's-that's true. I didn't even notice," replied the woman, blinking rapidly and still looking hesitant. "I don't know how I feel about taking the three of you alone though. Especially in these times. You-Know-Who and his followers are everywhere!"

Ron, who had quickly caught on to what Harry was doing, decided to interject in the conversation. "Why not get Bill to come with us?"

"Bill?"

"Yeah, doesn't he have a day off tomorrow? He can stay with Harry and me, and you can keep an eye on Gin, right?"

"He's a Curse Breaker too, isn't he?" voiced Harry, immediately understanding. "If anyone can protect us, it's gotta be Bill. And he's responsible too, right? Not like the twins."

Mrs Weasley thought for a moment, and then nodded decisively. "Yes, I think that's a much better idea. He'll keep the two of you safe. Yes, I'll Floo him now to let him know." And with that, she lowered the laundry basket she had been holding, and bustled out of the room.

"Slick, Maroon, real slick."

"...I feel like you're mocking me."

"Not at all!" Both began to laugh.

This was good, Harry realized. Bill was on their side, and could help him out with what needed to be done at Gringotts, especially as him coming would keep Mrs Weasley and Ginny out of their hair for the day.

Confirmed aliases: Fuchsia Storm-Nymphadora Tonks, Azure Iris-Alastor Moody. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!