The meal was over, and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix were crowded around the kitchen table. After being dismissed abruptly from dinner, Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, all sat crouched on the top of the stairs. They were trying to listen in on the meeting. Although no one could see them, the kids could see everyone that was going on in the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley had put a self-washing charm on the dishes, and the silverware, cups and plates squeaked as they were being cleaned. Mr. Weasley, Remus Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, and Sirius Black remained seated at the table. They had all looked very grave- Lupin was whispering very softly.
"…While we can't be sure, we can't take the risk of letting something like that happen. He has to be told, or it could work against us in the future…"
Mrs. Weasley was looking very upset, and Harry knew how worried she always became when there was an Order meeting. She opened her mouth as if to object Lupin's idea, but Sirius spoke first.
"I'll talk to him tonight. It's important that he understands what is at stake, and he'll understand what it means for him. He's ready."
Mrs. Weasley let out a cry and buried her face in the dishtowel she had been wringing in her hands.
"Oh, can't you see? He's just a child, no more of an adult than he was months ago!- he isn't ready for something as difficult as this! He will be so much better off if he can be left alone-,"
"Molly, Harry can't be left alone. We can't stop worrying about him until Voldemort and the death eaters stop pursuing him. Harry's got a good head on his shoulders- one that can hold information like this".
As he, Ron, and Hermione heard all this from the stairs, Harry wanted to know what they were talking about. Him, obviously, but what information was so important that he needed to know? Was it Voldemort? Obviously, Harry thought to himself. That's all the news is about now.
"I'll go now". A screeching as a chair was pushed back from the table, footsteps approaching the stairs, and suddenly Sirius was right in front of the trio. He frowned, and then pointed upward. He followed Harry, Ron, and Hermione as they made their way up the hallway.
"If you're going to listen in, then I might as well fill you in on what's going on. Harry?" Sirius nodded his head in the direction of the bedroom that Harry and Ron shared.
"We'll be in the drawing room, Harry," Hermione said, and she and Ron left.
Sirius closed the door after Harry had sat down on his bed. Sirius crossed the room and sat down on Ron's bed, facing Harry. He cocked his head at him.
"How much did you hear?"
"Not enough to know what information concerns me." Harry said flatly.
"Harry, its times like this where I wish that your father could-well, never-mind," Sirius scratched his head, and his eyes bore into Harry's. "Harry, what do you know about prophecies?"