April 2006, Potter House
"That's it," said Harry as Hermione finished telling him the story. "We'll need to get the Order together again."
Ron made a popping noise with his mouth and looked like some type of red-headed blowfish.
"It's that serious?" he asked.
Harry nodded grimly. "I mean, look – the Death Eaters suddenly break out of Azkaban – without turning into Animagi. Malfoy gets mauled. Hermione sees Bellatrix's daughter lurking in Knockturn Alley. I have a feeling it's her. And if the Resurrection Stone really works – Borgin would have known how to tinker with it, his father studied necromancy – we're screwed. She'll resuscitate Voldemort and the other vile Death Eaters that died in the Battle."
April 2006, Mundungus's Dumpster
"OI!"
Ron was shaking Mundungus Fletcher awake. He guessed this was Harry's revenge for blackmailing him into doing the Wanted posters.
The Dumpster in which he was sleeping smelled, well – like a Dumpster.
The old drunk snorted and shook his head. "Gimme my money back, Will!"
"OI! YOU OLD DRUNK, WAKE UP!"
Mundungus got up and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "Whaddya want, Weasley?" he grumbled. "Don' tell me, you want some of my beauties here? I have a thirteeth century glass of mead, it's delicious, lad –"
Ron sighed. "The Order is recruiting again," he hissed as he grabbed the other man by the scruff of his neck. "There's a meeting over in Spinner's End, you coming?"
"Eh?" he asked, confused. "You-Know-Who is gone, isn' he?"
"He might come back," said Ron. "Look, it's tonight, ask around for Severus Snape's house."
And he jumped out and Disapparated.