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-Oui with the poodles already- Lorelai Gilmore

Chapter 12: Maybe We Should Bring them Cupcakes...

Annie and Harry woke up, with the sun streaming on their face and a tap...tap...tap on the window.

"Ughhhhhh..." Harry groned as he rolled over onto his back, hiding his head with a pillow from the creeping sunlight that was so desperately trying to wake him up.

"That's a really attractive noise Harry, really." Annie said with a smirk as she wrapped a sheet around herself and walked to the window to let in the morning disturbance. But her smile fell as she read the headline of this morning's paper and saying one word, "Frick."

Breaking News: Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimegour Found Dead in London Home

Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimegour, successor of notorious ex-Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge; was found dead in his home located in London early this morning. It is suspected, since no struggle was visible that Mister Scrimegour's death was due to the killing curse... (cont. on page3)

The next Headline read:

Professor Severus Snape Made Headmaster of Hogwarts...

And finally:

Thicknesse Replaces Scrimegour as Minister of Magic

"Oui...and the hits just keep on coming." Annie just stood there frozen...this wasn't good.

Harry and Annie sat across from eachother at the breakfast table in complete silence. That morning's Daily Prophet, just snapped them out of this fantasy they were living, bringing them back to the life and hard facts of the world outside. They were wasting time, valueble time as Harry saw it. They needed a new plan, they needed to find the horcruxes, because all the facts added up to Voldemort having complete control of the Ministry of Magic.

Annie started hitting her head on the table, "This is not how I like to start my mornings!" She moaned and took a sip of tea.

"Which is really a shame because your really putting a dampening affect on my joy." Annie gave him a look that said clearly I-will-blast-you-into-flames, and he got the point.

"So...?" Annie asked as more of a question than anything.

"So basically Tom has complete and total control of the wizarding world, if he is as I suspect, imperiusing a few select ministry workers."

"Happy sunshine day huh?"

"Yup Happy, happy joy joy." He got up, kissed Annie on the cheek and washed his dishes in the sink.

"Oh and it's just about to get happier," Annie got up and walked through the adjacent parlor door and peered around the curtains. "We have deatheaters outside our door." Across the street, four men in black cloaks could be barely seen through the eery and unusal fog. They kind of stuck out like sore thumbs on the run down street, they were in a sea of muggles yet wearing wizarding robes.

"Nice way to blend in guys."

'This house is just to damn quiet.' Annie thought to herself. She couldn't sleep knowing someone was watching her. Well they weren't watching her persay but they were still watching. It was too creepy for her. Too 'I wear my sunglasses at night' for her tastes. And this house, it was just, utterly depressing. She could tell it was affecting Harry as well. He would go into a room and just get this look of sorrow on his face. Of course they had to stay in the place with the most haunting memories for Harry, just their luck.

"Maybe we should bring them cupcakes," She walked in the darkness to the small window in Harry's room, and peered around the curtain. Harry gave her a look that could only be taken as 'Do you have a death wish?' "What? They've got to be hungry out there, I mean it's been hours. Note to self, if I ever join the dark side, bring snacks."

"Okay... but only if their mutant cupcakes," Harry said putting his head back on the pillow and letting sleep overtake his tired body. Until he was rudely awakened by,

"Oh crappers, their walking towards the house...wait no they aren't, that fog really doesn't help."

"Annie, go to sleep!"

"Fine, I'm coming, I'm coming." She slipped under those cold sheets, only to be met by a warm Harry who protectively put his arm around her.

"Creeeeeeeeeek..." Harry and Annie's eyes darted open at the exact same time.

"What was that?"

"Probably just, you know, the stairs creaking or something, it'll be uh...fine." He said whilst trying to convince himself his statement was true.

"Did anyone ever tell you you're a terrible liar?"

"Actually just the other day, a beautiful girl told me so."

"Hm... do tell." Harry kissed her kneck hand moved his hand down her thigh. But that thought was interupted by Moody's voice saying "Severus Snape?"

Annie and Harry both jumped out of bed at the same time, Harry grabbing his wand and glasses from the nightstand. They both made their way for the door, and slowly began descending the stairs back to back.

"So I guess now's not good time to sing a rousing verse of 'I told ya so, I told ya so?'"Annie spoke in a sing-song whisper. They were halfway down the stairs before they could see any sign of someone who had broken in.

"Okay" Harry whispered so it was barely audible..."On three we fire?" But he couldn't help but smile moments later.

"Ow that was my foot." A voice rang through the hall of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Filth, (as Annie had taken to calling it.)

"Well I can't see you're foot, so how am I supposed to, OW! Did you just slap me? You just slapped me!"

"Is that who I think it is?" Annie whispered to Harry, "Either it's Ron and Hermione or the Oscar and Felix of Deatheaters."

"You don't think their asleep already do you?" A worried female's voice echoed through the hall.

"I would hope not, I'd hope they'd be doing something a little bit more fun throughout their isolation. Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Honestly Ronald, you are such a pig."

"Yeah, that's Ron and Hermione,"Harry smiled and they both began to make their way way down the stairs as fast as they could, but stopped when they heard this.

"I really have no idea as to why I started dating you." Pins could've dropped, jaws we're hanging, the lambs stopped screaming, the ocean's had stilled as what everyone was waiting for had finally happened. And as Annie would like to say, and the hits just keep on coming...

"Well sleeping with me may have had something to do with it." Ron said as Hermione could just hear the smirk in his voice.

Harry and Annie's faces just went white, they were hearing way more than they cared to know about well, Ron and Mione and the horizontal mamba.

"Yes and you haven't let me forget that fact since." Harry and Annie finally came to the last step.

"Everyone raise their hands who has heard way to much about Ron and Hermione's sex life." Harry smiled mischieviously as he and Annie raised their hands in mock-agreement.

"Oh, Harry, Annie..."

"Hermione I can feel you blushing all the way from here, now make yourselves visible please." Hermione and Ron undid their Disillusion charms. Hermione looked as embarrased as she felt. Poor girl, while Ron just looked at Harry and Annie sideways, Harry was in his boxers and his hair was ruffled and Annie was wearing her nightie.

"Did we interupt sex?" Ron still looked at them sideways with a small smirk on his face.

"No," Annie said at the exact same time Harry said, "Yes."

"I'm going to go make tea," Annie walked away from the reunion of the Golden Trio.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all huddled in the damp and dark sitting room (after Harry and Annie got dressed of course)

"How's Auntie Muriel's?" Harry said with a teasing grin on his face knowing the hell Ron must be going through. Ron paused for a moment, and it looked like he was reliving some disturbing memories by the look on his face and finally said, "Ugh..."

"Well with an answer like that..."

"I don't mean to be mean or anything, or to not be appreciative of their taking me in, but Tonks and Lupin, guess what, they're bloody boring!" Hermione stated in a tone that was extremely uncharacteristic of her.

"Hermione, language please," Ron scolded her as Harry looked at the two in amazement.

"I know I'm sorry."

"Who are you people?" Harry asked a little stunned.

"Sorry, do you see what boredom does to me!?" Harry couldn't help but laugh at Hermione,

"What it's not funny, but that's not the reason we came. We're assuming you saw this morning's paper?"

"Yes and I know what you guys are thinking, we're wasting time." The room suddenly had an undescribible tension put upon it, that weighed down the spirits of anyone in it. "Dumbledore left us a job to do and we're failing miserably."

"Mate, you can't fail if you haven't tried. Wait since when am I the words of wisdom. She's brainwashing me I tell you! Brainwashing!"

"Shh.. Ron we'll get you out of Muriel's in no time." Hermione rubbed his back soothingly.

"It wasn't Muriel I was talking about. OW!"

"Harry, we need to act before it's too late."

"Basically, before he kills me."

"Well in not so many words yes."

"We can't just, pick up and leave everyone can we? I mean we're supposed to be helping them train, we're supposed to be doing...something."

"That was actually what we wanted to talk to you about. You see, " Ron started.

"If the Order isn't going to recruit us, well quite frankly I dont' think they were ever going to recruit us. But if they aren't going to recruit us, maybe we should be doing some recruiting of our own."

"What do you mean exactly?" Harry thought she was being a bit cryptic.

"We...we..."

"We want to form and Order...or more like an...Army." Ron finally blurted it out.

"You want to form a what?"

"An army Harry..."

"As in an army with weapons, decoys, guerrillia attacks, squadrons." It was slightly insane, but it wasn't a bad idea.

"Only with wizards, wands, potions, creatures, and brooms." Hermione jotted off the list she had been forming in her head during her days of complete and total boredom.

"Face it Harry, You-know-who has massive amounts of people under his command. Not to mention non-humans aswell. Do you really think you can take him on all by yourself?" Hermione and Ron gave Harry looks of understanding as he sorted it all out in his head. It was true, Voldemort had at least a hundred deatheaters working for him not to mention the majority of the Werewolf community and people at the Ministry. It was also true that the three of them plus a few other's definitely didn't even out the odds. He didn't like the idea of putting more people than necessary in danger... But this was exactly what the Order had been attempting to do for years...

"Alright. You're right..."

Hermione and Ron smiled as Harry asked his next question,

"But if we're off finding Horcruxes, who's in charge of this army thing?"

"Tea's ready," Annie walked into the sitting room to find three identical smiling faces staring back at her. "You people scare me."

Author's Note: I must say, this is my favorite chapter so far. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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