Title: Harry Potter and his Trusted Followers

Disclaimer and Summary: In previous chapters

"Hello again, Professor," Harry said, as McGonagall opened the gates so that he could enter the grounds. "Sorry we must have these frequent visits."

"I assume that you need to see Dumbledore, like last time," McGonagall answered, already taking off to her office.

"No, actually I'm here to see you," Harry said.

McGonagall stopped in her tracks, obviously surprised that he wasn't going to be talking with his trusted mentor. She soon regained her composure and continued. "Is that so? Well, Potter, what can I do for you this time?"

"I don't need anything from you; I just came to warn you about something."

"What would that be?"

"You might want the Order to hear this," Harry replied, walking into the headmistress's office. "And why is the sword still missing?"

"I told you before, don't talk," she said, while throwing floo powder into the fire and talking to the Order members.

"I'm just trying to pass time," Harry explained after she went back to her desk. "I need the WHOLE Order to be here. It doesn't matter what mission they are on or how long it will take them to arrive."

"I happen to know that a few of them won't be able to make it, due to the fact that they are on certain missions that are far more important than anything you need to say."

"You're wrong."

After a few minutes of waiting in silence, she said, "This is everyone that is can come on such short notice."

Harry looked around the room and at the four people waiting for someone to say something. He just shook his head and said, "This isn't nearly enough. I need as many as can be reached, no matter where they are."

In the meantime, Harry looked at who was there. He saw Kingsley and Tonks, who looked like they barely got out of the ministry alive. The other two were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry went right to them, telling them that everything was going all right and that their children where still o.k.

As he was talking, seven more Order members entered through the fireplace. They must have been the ones that brought the Death Eaters to Azkaban. One of them was Lupin, looking tired and worn out, but brightening at the sight of Harry. He was a little confused though, because he had just come from where Harry was, and somehow made it there later.

Moody appeared next, looking as bad and injured as ever. His magic eye continually moved around the room while the normal eye moved from one member to the next, finally stopping on Harry.

"What's he doing here?" he growled.

"He would be the reason that we are all here." McGonagall turned to Harry, "Is this enough?" she asked with annoyance in her voice.

Harry thought for a minute, and then answered slowly, "It is for now, but when I'm done, you will be tracking down every person you can find."

"Well, get on with it then," Moody pressured.

"As a few of you know by now, me and my, er, friends were attacked by fifty Death Eaters a few hours ago," a few people gasped. "As you can plainly see, we are alright. I took one of them aside and asked him some questions. He had information that I needed, so I got it out of him.

"The reason that we are here, is because he told me where I could find Voldemort."

"But, Harry-," Lupin began.

"I know. He was probably lying. But he wasn't. I can feel it."

"That ain't possible," Moody interrupted. Harry just pointed to the famously shaped scar that Voldemort left him with since he was a year old.

"But-,"

"Don't ask questions yet. This is nothing compared to what's next." He waited, daring someone to stop him. They all stayed quiet, leaving him to continue. "The reason that I wanted this many people here and now is because Voldemort is planning on attacking Hogwarts directly, in a matter of only hours."

The room was deadly still until Kingsley spoke up. "If we were to believe you, when would he attack and how would he get past the wards?"

"He already has," Harry said, keeping a straight face to tell them that he was completely serious.

"What do you mean, boy?" Moody growled, rising from his seat and getting ready to take immediate action.

"I mean he has been living in the castle for a few weeks now. Of course, he has left, I would know, but that's where he's staying. I am positive that he will make his move today, and it will be soon. I suggest you get as much help here as you can in the next hour or two."

Everyone started talking to each other and a few got up to leave and contact as many people as possible.

"If you need, I can supply you with thirty well-trained and willing fighters." He ended, having caught his audience's attention to the extent of them analyzing every word he said.

"Thirty, you say?"

"Thirty," Harry replied, looking Moody in both eyes.

"Well-trained and on an auror level?"

"Maybe even better."

"Willing? That's hard to find these days."

"They joined on their own free will, and have not left yet. They have trained for months of advanced practice and already captured seventy-seven Death Eaters in three days. We are determined, organized, ready, and experienced. I can have them over here in half an hour."

"O.K. We will give them a try," Moody said, sitting back down.

"I would still suggest that you find as many Order members as you can."

"Right."

"I'll help," Mr. Weasley contributed to the conversation. "Bill and Charlie will come as fast as they can. And, I may be able to persuade a few of my friends at the ministry. They've been thinking about joining the Order for some time now."

"Me, too," Tonks added. "I can try to get a few of the aurors to help, but I might only be able to convince a few."

"I can talk to some of the teachers, but that won't be enough," McGonagall added.

"And we don't know where Voldemort will be," Lupin said.

"I do," Harry replied, freezing everyone's movements. "I know ewxactly where he will be and where he is now, in case you wanted to attack him first."

"Where is he?" Moody asked urgently, already heading for the door.

"You need me."

"You just get your friends, we'll handle this. Where is he?"

"No, you don't understand, you NEED me."

"Just tell me where he is."

"It won't help you; I'm the only one who can open the door."

"We'll see about that, just tell me."

"Fine, the Chamber of Secrets." Everyone stopped anything that they were thinking or saying. Even Moody released his hand from the door and turned to stare at Harry.