I can't remember if I said the trial was next…if I did, I lied. It's probably 2 chapters away or something. This chapter is taken mostly from the book, I can't write angry Harry very well so why try?
Anyway, enjoy ^-^
"What's the Order of the –?" Harry began
"Not here!" Moody snarled. He took back the piece of paper and burned it. "Wait until we're inside."
Harry was about to ask where when Tony put a hand on his shoulder. "Look at the buildings Harry."
Harry did, he didn't see anything out of place. They were standing outside building number eleven, where a family seemed to be watching television. Next to it, however, was number thirteen.
"Wait, where's –?"
"Think about what you just read Harry." Remus said.
Harry thought about the words and no sooner had he finished the thought, the buildings began to shift. Harry gasped as the buildings shook and new walls seemed to slide out of number eleven. A balcony popped open from the stone face to match its neighbors and a gate appeared in the front lawn.
"I wonder if Jarvis would be able to sense that." Tony wondered quietly to himself.
"In you go" Moody said. "And don't touch anything."
Harry and Tony walked through the door and into the narrowest hallway Harry had ever seen.
"This place is disgusting" Tony said as he examined the row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques. They walked down the hall towards a lit room at the end. Harry could see Sirius and the Weasleys sitting around a table.
Mrs. Weasley came out and embraced Harry. "Harry dear, how are you?"
"Fine Mrs. Weasley." Harry said as he hugged her back. He tried to get a better look inside the room, but Mrs. Weasley turned him towards the stairs. "Ron and Hermione are upstairs, they'll explain everything. Dinner will be after the Order meeting."
"Order meeting?" Harry asked.
"Members only Harry dear. Now up you go." She shooed him upstairs. Harry looked behind her to see his dad sneaking into the room. He nodded up the stairs and winked before entering the room.
Harry slowly made his way up the stairs and into the first door he came to. As soon as he entered the room, his vision was completely obscured by a large quantity of bushy hair – Hermione had thrown herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him flat.
"Harry!" She shrieked.
"Honestly Hermione, let him breathe" He heard Ron say.
Hermione, still beaming, let go of Harry, but before she could say anything there was a soft coo and something white soared from the top of a dark wardrobe and landed gently on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig!" Harry smiled and stroked her feathers affectionately.
"She's been in a right state." Ron said. "Pecked us half to death when she brought your last letter." He held out his hand, which was bandaged.
"Oh, sorry about that, but I wanted answers." Harry said.
"We wanted to give them to you, mate." Ron said. "But Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything."
The warm glow that had flared inside him at the sight of his two best friends was extinguished and something icy flooded the pit of his stomach.
"He seemed to think it was best." Hermione said quietly.
"Right" Harry replied tonelessly. He noticed that her hands too bore marks of Hedwig's beak.
"He thought you would be safe." Ron added.
"Safe? Have either of you been attacked by dementors this summer? And it wasn't just me either, my little brother was attacked as well." He hissed.
His friends paled.
"So why has Dumbledore been so keen on keeping me in the dark? Did you even ask?"
"We tried mate, honestly." Ron said. "But he's been really busy. He made us swear not to tell you anything important when we wrote to you, in case the owls were being intercepted."
"I highly doubt an owl would stop Dumbledore from sending a message." Harry said. "He just wanted me in the dark. He's still manipulating me."
"Of course not!" Hermione protested.
Harry rolled his eyes. "How come you two are allowed to know everything that's going on?"
"We're not!" Ron protested. "Mum won't let us near the meetings. Not even Fred and George, and they're of age."
"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! I CONSTANTLY SENT YOU LETTERS ASKING FOR EVEN THE TINIEST BIT OF INFORMATION AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT! I HAVE FOUGHT VOLDEMORT AT LEAST THREE TIMES NOW AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT!"
Every bitter and resentful thought that Harry had was pouring out of him. The looks of shock on Hermione's and Ron's faces were only slightly rewarding.
"You're right Harry, we should have told you. We're really sorry." Hermione said. "You have every right to be angry. I'd be furious if it was me!"
Harry glared at her, still breathing deeply, then turned away from them, pacing up and down. Hedwig, who had retreated back to the wardrobe, hooted glumly. For a few minutes, the only sounds was the creaking floorboards beneath Harry's feet.
"What exactly is this place?" Harry asked after a few calming breaths.
"Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Ron said.
"It's a secret organization Dumbledore founded during the first war to fight Voldemort." Hermione explained.
"Who's in it?" Harry asked.
"Loads of people." Ron said. "We've met about twenty of them, but we think there are more…" He trailed off when he saw Harry glaring at them.
"I thought you said you didn't know anything."
"We don't!" Hermione insisted. "But we have been listening in." She added quietly.
"Fred and George invented Extendable Ears!" Ron said excitedly.
"Extendable what?"
"Ears, they allow us to listen in on the meetings. We've had to stop using them lately because Mum found out and went berserk. Fred and George had to hide them all to stop Mum binning them. But we were able to get some use out of them before Mum found out. We know some of the Order are following known Death Eaters, keeping tabs on them." Ron said.
"Some of them are trying to recruit others while others are guarding something." Hermione added.
"Maybe it's me" Harry said sarcastically.
"It's possible" Hermione said. "You have been in London for a few weeks."
Harry snorted and resumed his pacing. "So what have you two been doing if you're not allowed in meetings?"
"We've been decontaminating this house." Hermione said quickly. "You wouldn't believe the amount of magical pests that exist in this house."
"We've already finished the kitchen and most of the bedrooms. I think we're doing the drawing room tomo – AARGH!"
With two loud cracks, Fred and George materialized out of thin air on the bed.
"Stop doing that!" Ron screamed.
Fred and George laughed and moved to lean on Harry, "Hello Harry" George greeted cheerily. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."
"You don't want to bottle up your anger mate, let it all out." Fred said. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."
"I see you two passed your Apparation tests." Harry said grumpily.
"With flying colors if we do say so ourselves." Fred smiled.
"They've been popping in and out of places ever since. It's a nightmare." Ron complained.
"Why spend the time walking when we can apparate?" George asked.
"Time is Galleons, little brother." Fred added.
"Now come with us. They're having a major meeting and I want to listen in." George led the group to the stair well. Harry watched as George lowered a string with an ear at the end to the closed door. They could hear some mumbling, but nothing clear. The group was joined by Ginny not too long after. When George was able to get the ear closer, Snape's voice was heard.
"Snape is in the Order?" Harry asked.
"Git" Fred said idly.
"Bill doesn't like him much either." Ron said.
"I thought Bill was in Egypt." Harry replied.
"He was, but he's got a desk job at Gringotts now. Fleur Delacour is there too apparently…to eemprove 'her Eeenglish." George snickered.
"Charlie's in the Order too." Ginny said quickly. "But since he's in Romania, we don't see him much."
"What about Percy?" Harry asked.
At these words all the Weasleys and Hermione exchanged dark looks.
"Whatever you do, don't mention Percy in front of Mum and Dad." Ron said tensely.
"Why not?"
"Percy and Dad had a row." Fred explained. "It was the first week back from term when Percy told us he was promoted."
"Really?" Harry was surprised. He thought the fact that Percy didn't notice Mr. Crouch was being controlled by Voldemort would hurt his chances at the Ministry. Apparently not.
"Yeah, we were all surprised," George said, "because Percy got into a load of trouble about Crouch, there was even an inquiry and everything. They said Percy ought to have realized Crouch was off his rocker and informed a superior. But you know Percy, Crouch left him in charge, he wasn't going to complain…"
"So why did they promote him?" Harry asked.
"We were wondering the same thing" Ron said. "He came home really pleased with himself. He told Dad he'd been offered a position in Fudge's own office – Junior Assistant to the Minister. He expected Dad to be impressed, I think."
"Except he wasn't" Fred said grimly.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"Apparently Fudge has gone round the bend. He's been storming around the Ministry checking that nobody's having any contact with Dumbledore." George explained.
"The Ministry has been dragging Dumbledore's name through the mud." Hermione said.
"Dad says Fudge has made it clear that anyone who's in league with Dumbledore can clear out their desks." Fred said.
"And Fudge suspects Dad, he knows he's friendly with Dumbledore, and he's always thought Dad was a bit of a weirdo because of his Muggle obsession." George added.
"But what does this have to do with Percy?" Harry asked, confused.
"Dad thinks Fudge is using Percy to spy on us. To find out what Dumbledore is doing." Ron said.
"Percy went berserk" Ginny whispered. "He said he's been having to struggle against Dad's lousy reputation ever since he joined the Ministry and that Dad's got no ambition and that's why we've always been – you know – poor."
"What?" Harry hissed.
"It got worse" Ron said darkly, "He called Dad an idiot for following Dumbledore, that Percy's loyalty was with the Ministry, and that if Mum and Dad were going to become traitors to the Ministry he was going to make sure everyone knew he didn't belong to our family anymore. He packed his bags the same night and moved to London."
Harry couldn't believe it, Percy walked away from his own family. How could he do that?
"You came up to, mate" Ron said. "The Ministry doesn't believe You-Know-Who is really back. They think you made it up."
"What?"
"It's all over the Daily Prophet" Hermione said. "Small articles mention you throughout. They just slip you in, like you're a standing joke. It's quite nasty actually. They're just building on Rita's stuff."
"But she's not writing for them anymore. And the things she did write, weren't that bad." Harry said.
"She's not writing, but she did publish a few things that could easily be taken out of proportion." Hermione said.
"They're calling you deluded." George said. "That you are this attention-seeking prat who thinks he's a great tragic hero or something."
"They are trying to turn everyone against you." Hermione said. "They want wizards on the street to think you're just some stupid boy who's a bit of a joke, who tells ridiculous stories because he loves being famous."
"That's ridiculous!" Harry hissed. "The only reason I'm famous is because Voldemort killed my parents. That is nothing to be proud of."
"We know Harry" Ginny said earnestly.
"Uh oh" George said. The group looked down to see Hermione's cat Crookshanks eyeing the ear. The cat stalked towards it and started batting at it playfully.
"Go away" The twins hissed.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione whispered.
But the cat ignored them in favor of tugging on the ear.
"Crookshanks, leave it alone" Hermione hissed.
With one final tug, the ear came off the string and Crookshanks ran off with it.
"Hermione I hate your cat." George said.
"Bad Crookshanks." Hermione whined.
At that moment, Mrs. Weasley opened the door and called them for dinner.
"Come on down, dinner is almost ready" She called quietly. "Quiet now"
"Why do we have to be quiet?" Harry asked. He followed the group down the hall and down to the kitchen where dinner was being served. There was a large crash as Tonks tripped over a troll foot umbrella stand.
"Tonks" Mrs. Weasley hissed exasperatedly.
"I'm sorry!" Tonks whined from her place on the floor. "It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over –"
But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling screech.
Curtains down the hall burst open, but there was no door behind it. Instead, Harry saw an old woman in a black cap sitting in front of a window. She was screaming, screaming as though she was being tortured. It was probably the most unattractive painting Harry had ever seen. The old woman was drooling, her eyes rolling, her yellow skin stretched taunt as she screamed. Her screaming woke the other portraits in the house and they started yelling as well.
Mrs. Weasley and Remus rushed forward and tried to tug the curtains shut, but they would not close and she screeched louder than ever.
"Filth! Scum! Halfbreeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers!"
Tonks was apologizing profusely as more people ran to help shut the curtains. Mrs. Weasley abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and began running along the hallway, stunning the other paintings.
"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" A man roared, seizing the curtain that Mrs. Weasley had abandoned.
The woman's faced blanched. "You! Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"
"Yeah, yeah, everything I've heard before." He growled. "If I could burn you off this wall I would!" He and Remus wrestled with the curtains, trying to close them.
"Need some help?" Tony asked.
The curtains bust open again when the woman saw him. "MUGGLE! There is a Muggle in the Noble House of Black! Scum! Filth!"
Tony rolled his eyes and held his hand up. Harry noticed he was wearing his Iron Man gauntlet. There was the tell-tale sound of a repulsor charging then it fired, hitting the woman in the face. Remus and Sirius used that moment to quickly close the curtains. The silence was deafening.
Panting slightly and sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes, Harry's godfather, Sirius, turned to face him.
"Hello Harry, Tony," He laughed breathlessly, "I see you've met my mother."