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It had been three days. Three days! Two groups of people, in two places, were thinking the exact same thought, though with different reasons.

The first was the group of teenagers at the Burrow. It had been three days since they left Grimmauld Place, and they still had no idea about what was going on. Currently they were all in Ron's room, deciding to meet there, seeing as no one really wanted to go in Fred and George's room, and Ginny had outright refused to let anyone go in hers except Hermione. So, they were in Ron's room, wondering what on earth they were supposed to do to find out what was going on.

In those three days, the still – unconscious James was moved to the hospital wing, where Madame Pomphrey tutted at the state of him, but agreed to "take him, anyway." This was completely meaningless, because everyone knew that she had never yet refused a patient, unless he or she was beyond her care, in that case going to St Mungo's.

No, the source of worry was in the fact that James had not woken up yet.

"He needs rest, what with all the shock and excitement." Madame Pomphrey said, when Remus and Sirius said he hadn't woken up, and was there something wrong, for the fifth time today.

They had stayed by his bedside all day, only leaving if they needed food or the loo. And he had still shown no signs whatsoever of waking up. Now it was midnight, and pitch black.

"Remus?"

"Yeah?"

"What if he dies?"

"Again, you mean?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'll be able to bear it."

"I don't think so either."

"I mean, to have him there, and then snatched away again. Why is life so cruel?"

"Sirius."

"What?"

"I don't think he'll die."

"You mean it, or are you just saying it?"

"I really mean it. I mean, if Madame Pomphrey says he'll be alright, that means that he will be alright. Have you ever seen her give a false analysis on a patient?"

"No. But-"

"I know he's your best friend. He's mine too. Believe me, he will fight it. He knows his friends are alive, and James isn't the type to give up, is he?"

"You're right Remus. It was a stupid question."

"No it wasn't."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"Goodnight. Lets hope he wakes up tomorrow."

"Goodnight."

"Meanwhile, back in the Burrow, Harry sat up suddenly. He had an idea. Tiptoeing over to Ron's bed, he shook him awake."

"Shh. Come here, I have an idea."

"That's great Harry." Ron said sleepily, before turning back over. His snores once again filled the room.

"Ugh! Ron! Oh whatever. I'll tell you and the others in the morning."

Harry crept back to his own bed, and lay there, thinking.

The next morning, one could see everyone once again gathered in Ron's room.

"Okay, so here it is. When your dad is at work, and your mum is, I dunno, outside doing something, then we Floo to Hogwarts. Then we go and demand Dumbledore for answers, and if he won't give them, we Floo to Grimmauld, and use Extendable Ears to listen in on the meeting."

"That won't work Harry" said Fred gravely, "Mum found our secret stash and destroyed all of them."

"Oh. Well we at least have Dumbledore. But I don't know what we'd do after that."

"It's a good plan, though. Nice and simple, easy to remember." George mused.

Their chance came just that afternoon. Arthur was not at work, and Mrs. Weasley wasn't outside feeding the chickens, but there was an Order meeting called.

"Now, you two." Mrs. Weasley said, addressing the twins. "Stay out of trouble. Don't blow up the house, or do anything stupid like you always do."

"Now really mum," said one of the twins reproachfully. "You really should have more faith in us. Shame on you."

"Oh, be quiet. Everyone else, have fun, and keep them in check while we're gone. We'll probably be back in about an hour or two, maybe more, and I don't want to see a thing out of place."

Harry thought wryly, Funny the way she worded that. I wonder if she knows. But no. It's just, we'll be out of place when they get back, won't we. We'll be at Hogwarts." Harry almost flinched at the thought of Mrs. Weasley's anger, but stopped himself just in time. "I don't want her to suspect us."

"Goodbye! See you later!"

A chorus of "Bye"s rang out in the doorway. With a pop, both Arthur and Molly Weasley disappeared.

"Finally!" Ginny said. "Come on, lets leave a note."

"Why?"

"Ron. You're such an idiot. So they don't freak and kill us half so bad as they would if we didn't tell them!"

"Oh, okay. And I'm not that much of an idiot."

"Anyway. Can we go?"

"Fine. Be that way."

"Oh, come on."

Harry went first; he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and shouted: "Hogwarts." He was once again spinning, spinning, spinning, past fireplace after fireplace, before landing with an ungraceful "Thump" on the floor of the Entrance Hall. Ron followed a few seconds later, landing on his feet far more gracefully than Harry. The others appeared moments later.

"So. What now?" asked George.

"Well, we go to Dumbledore's office, don't we? And start thinking of sweets."

"Why?" asked Ginny, who had never been inside Dumbledore's office before.

"His password is always a sweet."

The six teens hurried to the entranceway to Professor Dumbledore's office, protected by two stone gargoyles.

"Okay… umm… Sugar Quill?"

"Droobles Best Blowing Gum?"

"Acid Pop?"

"Blood Pop?"

"Cockroach Cluster?"

"Jelly Slug?"

Fifteen minutes later found them still sitting in front of the gargoyles, looking dejected, having run all out of sweets, magical and Muggle alike.

"Oh, come on, just bloody open."

"Language, Ronald."

"Don't call me Ronald!"

"Oh, shut up. She can call you whatever you like, Ickle Ronniekins."

"Don't you dare call me Ronniekins!"

"Guys! Shutit will you?"

Harry had finally snapped. He stood up, kicked the gargoyle fiercely, shouted "Ow!" then said, "Okay. You. Here's the deal. You open up, and we go and talk to the lemon-drop-loving Headmaster. That way, neither of us get hurt right? You don't get kicked, and I-"

Harry had broken off, because just at that moment, the gargoyle moved aside and the staircase behind him started to move upwards like an escalator.

"Harry?" Ginny said. "You're brilliant! Lemon drop was the password!"

"Oh! How could I forget? But he's already used Lemon Drop once before, so I didn't think he would."

"Dumbledore should really learn more discretion with his passwords. I mean, they're not exactly difficult to figure out." Hermione pointed out as they stood on the stairway. "Oh look. Here we are."

Harry took a deep breath as he knocked on the big wooden door.

Well, there is another long chapter for you guys, and up really soon! Could I please get 50 reviews? Pretty please? It would make me so happy!