Title: Harry Potter and his Trusted Followers

Summary and Disclaimer: In first Chapter

A/N: I know this took a LOOOOONG time. But I don't have any excuses to give. Deal with it.

Harry was dragged down the spiral staircase by Hermione, who wouldn't let go of his arm, despite his numerous complaints. As they walked out into the corridor, the Order came into view. Immediately, everyone began asking him what was possibly so private that the Order couldn't even hear. Harry just held up his hand, similar to how Dumbledore would, and they fell silent instantly.
"You may now go back inside, but don't expect to get any answers from Professor McGonagall either," Harry announced before walking away.

Ron and Hermione followed in his footsteps, Hermione having let go of Harry's arm in surprise when he silenced everyone so quickly. They continued turning familiar corridors and going through their favorite passages until they came to a seemingly doorless strip of wall. To an outsider, it looked as though Harry was pacing around, but Ron and Hermione knew what he was doing. In less than ten seconds, a door was in plain sight, acting as though it hadn't just magically popped out of nowhere.

When Harry entered the room, he was attacked by something from his left. He fell to the ground, Ginny on top of him. Their eyes met for only a second before she caught him in a deep, passionate kiss. He willingly returned it, wanting this to happen for… well, it had been a long time. If possible, this was even better than when they first kissed after his detention with him.

After what seemed like a very short time, but in reality was longer than they could hold their breath, they broke apart. Harry looked around at everyone that was staring at him and noticed three people's reaction in specific. Ron was beaming at him, having finally gotten used to the idea of his sister dating his best friend. Ron saw how she reacted after Harry broke up with her and how she refused to come out of her room, even for dinner. If a Weasley would even think about missing one meal, they couldn't be faking. But when she missed two, in a row, something finally clicked in Ron's mind.

Fred and George weren't smiling at him at all, but weren't trying to hex him to death either. They found out during Bill and Fleur's wedding, and weren't planning on letting it continue, at least that's what they thought they thought. Various different jinxes were sent at Harry, but when he finally asked them to kindly remember who had given them his Triwizard Tournament's winnings, the twins settled for angrily leaving the room. Later in the day, they had reluctantly apologized, but Harry noticed Mrs. Weasley kept watching them.

"What happened?" Harry noticed all the Death Eaters on the floor and could only ask a simple question. Obviously his army had fixed their problems before he got there.

Ginny, still on top of Harry, quickly responded, "After you told us to go to the castle, we ran in and didn't find the person who screamed. The Death Eaters came and we were locked in individual battles so we came here. Then Ron came up with a brilliant idea of how to take out forty-five of them. When we tried to get more, they figured out our plan and burst into the room. Again we entered into more battles and stopped when we saw Hermione was about to be killed. A second later, everything was fine and the Death Eaters were all stunned. Ron and Hermione must have done something, but they won't tell us what."

Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione questioning the truth of Ginny's last statement without using words. They only gave him a look that signified a later conversation was needed to fully explain.

"Wow, a lot happened today. I think we should all stay in Hogwarts today to rest and get some food." Harry's suggestion was met with much acceptance from his hungry and tired soldiers. "Everyone go up to McGonagall's office and find out what will happen next. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, please stay here."

After everyone had filed out of the room, Harry turned towards them to ask what had happened. Hermione beat him to it, though, providing an answer before he had the chance to ask the question.

"I'm not sure what happened, Harry," Hermione began. "One minute I'm about to die and the next everyone's frozen except for me and Ron. Plus, I wasn't in danger anymore."

"Ron, why was everyone frozen," Harry asked, turning his attention to his best friend. Ginny was listening to the conversation closely.

"I'm not completely sure, but I think I froze time," Ron answered, aware he sounded like he was crazy.

"What? Froze time? How is that even possible?" Ginny asked, finally entering the conversation.

"I don't know. About a second before Malfoy's spell hit its target, everything froze. No one moved and the curse stopped in midair. I seemed to be the only who could move. I went over to Hermione and knocked away the spell. I stunned all the death eaters while I had the chance, but still no one else was moving. I touched Hermione on the arm and she started to move again, but when I tried it on everyone else, it didn't work."

"Then I concentrated on making everyone move and they did," Hermione finished. "I really don't know how it worked, but it was amazing."

"Actually, something similar happened to me, too," Harry admitted.

"What? You froze time, too," Ginny asked, shocked and a little jealous.

"No, I didn't freeze time, but I did find I had a new power."

"Really? Cool. What is it?" Ron excitedly asked.

"After all of you left, the giants started to attack. Not knowing what I was doing, I lifted my hands and pushed them out towards the giants. Do you know what happened then?"

"They laughed at you?" Ron guessed.

"No, they flew backwards and out of sight."

"Wow," Ginny said, staring at Harry with awe.

"That's incredible, Harry. Now all of us have a new power," Hermione commented.

"I don't," Ginny corrected, sad that she couldn't do anything special.

"Maybe your power just hasn't shown itself yet," Harry comforted.

"Thanks, Harry," Ginny said as she went to hug him.

"Hey, get a room," Ron warned from the side.

Harry turned toward him and simply answered, "We're in a room."

"Get a different room."

"Ok," Harry answered leading Ginny to the door.

"No. Stay here. I was just joking."

"Sure you were," Harry replied, amused at his friend's reaction.

"Ron, where did you get the sword from?" Hermione asked before Ron had the chance to respond.

"I found it under one of the Death Eaters. I just kept it. I'm not sure how it got there, though."

"We'll figure it out tomorrow, but first we should back to McGonagall's office and find out what our plans are," Harry suggested, suddenly feeling how tired he was.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Hermione agreed.

There was complete silence as the four of them walked up to the headmistress's office. They were all too busy thinking to say anything. When they reached their destination, they found the whole order and the army packed into the office.

"What's going to happen?" Ron asked Fred, who happened to be standing near the door.

"McGonagall's going to set up a few rooms for us. The order is calling an emergency meeting at Grimauld Place, so they'll be leaving soon," Fred answered quietly, listening as McGonagall announced where everyone would be sleeping.

"What did you need to talk about," George asked Harry, appearing next to Fred.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't important," Harry quickly replied.

After the order had left and McGonagall had shown everyone their rooms, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George entered the room they would be sharing. The room was in a part of the castle Harry had never been to before. It was concealed by a portrait of a very old man that was pleased to see them. Apparently he didn't many see people anymore as his room hadn't been used in years. He tried to start a conversation, but they were too tired to talk very long.

The room had four beds, each a different Hogwarts color, a small, round table in the middle, stocked with quills and parchment, a long table in the back holding enough food for a quick snack, and an elegant bathroom, decorated in Gryffindor colors.

The boys had a small bite to eat and then settled into bed, waiting for the following day to think about what had happened.