Sorry I haven't written for a while, been very busy. Anyway here's chapter 3 sorry it's a bit short. Remember read, enjoy…

The Recruits

Harry struggled against his golden captor, trying to free himself and keep his breath at the same time.

"Expelliarmus" he gasped pointing his wand at the rigid statue. At once the statue's fingers released his neck and Harry fell to the floor with a splash. Massaging his neck, he turned to all that he could see of Ron, which wasn't very much. He was just wondering how he could get Ron out of the wall when there was a pop as Hermione apparated right beside him smelling of burning. Harry was glad she held her scream; his head was aching and probably couldn't take much more pain.

"What happened?" Hermione squeaked. "Where's Ron?"

Still rubbing his neck Harry pointed at the wall Ron was still stuck in.

Hermione did scream at this. "What happened to Ron? Where's…" she stopped, seeing that Harry was in no condition to talk she directed her attention to what could be seen of Ron.

There was a crack and Harry looked up to see Ron fall out of his cramped prison and, looking surprisingly unhurt, spit out a mouthful of the wall. Ron then proceeded to explain what had happened to Hermione. Harry was only half listening. He was thinking about Mr. D or, as he had revealed himself as, The Director. Questions chased each inside his head each more complicated than the last. How could The Director of remained hidden for so long? What was he aiming for and why? And most of importantly of all, How are going to stop him?

Harry became aware that Ron had stopped talking; both he and Hermione were watching him.

"What happened to you then Hermione." Said Harry eyeing her burnt hair and her ripped robes.

"Well, I arrived alright. I managed to mark a couple of Death Eaters, that took a while, but then one of the Death Eaters was knocked into me and the cloak fell off. Luckily all the Death Eaters seemed to hear something as they all Disapparated at once."

"So what do we do now Harry?" asked Ron.

Harry rubbed his scar, more out of habit than anything else.

"We need to follow the Death Eaters. They won't be expecting an attack so soon. So where did they go Hermione?"

"Harry."

"What?"

"In case you haven't noticed there are only three of us and at least twenty Death Eaters. What's more we are in a pretty bad state ourselves." Said Hermione indicating Ron, who was still spitting out parts of the wall, and her own robes.

"And mate. Do you remember who this guy is? We just duelled him. He beat the crap out of us. We go there alone and he'll tear us to pieces. He's already done that to some." Ron added as he looked around at the devastation around them.

"But if we wait they'll just get stronger." Yelled Harry. "He'll bring giants from abroad, he'll create Horcruxes, he'll recruit more followers. He'll just get stronger. We need to go right now."

"Harry its suicide." Cried Hermione who looked on the verge of tears. "Please be sensible. Mr. D did a horrible thing but don't be rash you'll just get killed. Oh Harry we'll need you to lead the ministry."

"What?" exclaimed Harry completely thrown by this. "I'm not the Minister of Magic."

"You are now, mate." Said Ron gesturing towards the ashes that had been Kingsley. "Your Mr. Acting Minister now. Let it go Harry. We can't fight in this state."

He looked at their faces and recognising defeat followed suit.

"Okay," Harry said grudgingly. "But what am I supposed to do now?"

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione.

"Well…err… I suppose we should set up a Department of War or something and recruit people for that. Like we did with Dumbledore's Army back at Hogwarts."

"Are we going to keep the name?" asked Ron. "Dumbledore's Army I mean."

"We don't have time to think up another, it's as good as any."

"Right what we need to do first is…" Hermione's voice trailed away as out of the public entrance phone booth stepped two people.

The first one looked about thirteen. He had straight black eyebrows; dark hair, a strong, jutting jaw, and a ferocity in his eyes that made you look down at once, where you would see a very nasty looking knife in a sheath. Although young, the man who followed, who looked about twenty, was obviously taking the orders. He didn't have the air of leadership, which the boy had so much of. What he did have was dark hair that contrasted with his pale face, hair that didn't seem to have any order. In contrast to the boy his eyes held a wealth of youth and fun. A fire that didn't flicker or burn low. Experts would consider this to be a contented and happy soul. Despite this cheery face, he too wielded a weapon. Two blades that looked like police truncheons (Harry would later find out were called tonfa) which he would keep taking out and twirl every minute or so. These two were dangerous.

"You sure this is the right place?"

The boy nodded striding straight towards Harry, Ron and Hermione closely followed by the man.

Harry raised his wand.

The boy didn't even flinch.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name," said the boy "is Will Parry and this is my bodyguard Alpha. We are here to join Dumbledore's Army, whether you like it or not."

The boy drew his knife, which had such fine edges you couldn't see them.

"Let's not make this messy." Will said quietly in flooded, bloody and destroyed entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic.

…and review. Will is from The Subtle Knife from His Dark Materials trilogy. I own none of the characters apart from Alpha (who is also in my other story) and The Director.