Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize from the Harry Potter books belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Headquarters

Outside was a ministry car. They all piled into it and fled from the band of Death Eaters.

"What about the Dursleys?" Harry asked indignantly, staring out the window at number 4, "We can't just leave them, a clan of muggles, to fend for themselves against Voldemort. "

"Harry, he doesn't want them," Lupin said assuredly, "Hopefully, now that you're gone, he'll leave them alone."

"Don't worry Harry," Tonks chimed in, "Besides, I thought you hated the whole lot of them."

"Well yeah, but still," Harry mumbled. It was strange, but something just didn't feel right about leaving the Dursleys alone with Voldemort and a whole battalion of Death Eaters. He gave up on trying to persuade everyone else to be worried with him, and resigned himself to looking out the window into the blackness of night. He was surprised to see they were already in London, easily speeding through the almost empty streets. In his reverie, Harry suddenly asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

"Headquarters," Mr. Weasley, who had remained quiet this whole time simply stated, "but not at Grimmauld Place. The order has expanded so we had to find a new location."

Harry was glad to hear that, the more witches and wizards in the order the better. They would be the ones to support him during his final battle with Lord Voldemort.

Harry went back to looking out the window. The car was completely quiet. Harry soon found himself drifting of to sleep.

"Harry wake up, we're at headquarters."

Harry slowly opened his eyes to find Tonks hovering over him. He shook himself awake and got out of the car. The sight of the new headquarters made him gasp.

The car was parked outside of an enormous castle. It was larger than Hogwarts. Harry stood there dumbstruck for the better part of a minute, until Mr. Weasley spoke.

"Don't worry, we aren't that big," he said, glimpsing at the upper levels of the castle, "although it would be nice to know that that many witches and wizards aren't siding with Vol…Vol...Voldemort."

"Who exactly does this place belong to?" Harry questioned.

"Let's just say a very, very rich family," Lupin answered walking past Harry and Mr. Weasley, into the castle.

Inside, Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them, she gave a yelp when Harry walked through the door and gave him a hug.

"Are you alright dear?" she asked, giving him a thorough look over.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," he replied.

"Well then I'll take you up to your room. We've put and Ron in a room together, next to the twins, and Hermione and Ginny are right down the hall."

Harry was glad to hear that the Weasleys and Hermione were all here. It struck him unusual that he was always the last one to be brought somewhere…oh well.

When Mrs. Weasley and he climbed up three flights of stairs and walked about half a mile down the North corridor they came to a thick wooden door. Inscribed on it were the words:

Ronald Weasley

He couldn't help but stare as his name appeared on the door, underneath Ron's in the same script. I love magic he thought.

Mrs. Weasley left after saying she would send someone to get them for breakfast, and left Harry alone in the long hallway. He slowly opened the door. Ron, his best friend, was sitting on the floor, reading a book.

"It that Ronald Weasley actually doing something productive?" Harry exclaimed as he walked in. Ron looked up and flashed Harry a large grin. He got up and gave Harry a hug.

"I see they got you away from the muggles in one piece. How have you been mate?" Ron asked sitting back on the ground and closing the book.

"Decent, considering I just got away from a Death Eater attack with all my limbs and insanity," he replied looking around the room. There were two twins sized beds with a nightstand in between. On the far side of the room were a large wardrobe and two doors. One led to a bathroom and the other to Fred and George's room.

"Do you have any idea who owns this place?" asked Harry.

"This friend of Dumbledore's. I've seen him once or twice. I think he's an auror or something," Ron responded, "whatever he does, it pays a lot."

Harry gave him a look that said no way and Ron threw a pillow from the nearby bed at his face. The two boys started in a raucous pillow fight. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door and stopped there horseplay. Harry opened the door and looked out. His trunk was sitting in the hallway, with Hedwig's cage on top. No one was in the hallway.

Ron and Harry dragged the trunk into there room and closed the door.

"We might as well go to bed, now that you have your stuff," Ron said, rummaging through his own things.

Harry agreed and changed into his pajamas. The two teen wizards went to bed, hoping to learn more about the mysterious owner of the order's new headquarters in the morning.

A/N wow!!! Sorry it took so long for me to update. I go to boarding school and just got back last night. These past few weeks have been crazy for me with papers and tests! I thank you all for reading my story this far. I hope to update a few more times before I go back to school to make up for lost time. The plot should hopefully be thickening by then!