Harry stood in front of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. It was dark and dreary, with little lights shining from the windows. It looked as if there were cobwebs on the outside of the shutters and doors, probably from not being used too often. Harry stared at it, a little surprised that the Order of the Phoenix—whatever it was—was having it's meetings in this … dump. If they were a secret society, why were they staying in a dump? They could have chosen a better place that wasn't so rundown.

"Well c'mon boy! We can't be standin' out here all night!" Alastor Moody stated, as he pushed Harry to the entrance. Harry walked up the cobble steps and grabbed the door handle. Cautiously, he pushed open the door and saw a dark hallway. A painting of an elderly lady was hung on the wall, and her eyes were closed. She must be sleeping. Harry noticed the way she was poised. She looked elegant, if she wasn't old.

"Harry!" exclaimed Molly Weasley from the kitchen. It looked to be a bright blue, but he couldn't tell because the rest of the house was so dark. Mr. Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, and a couple other people were in there that he didn't know. Harry began to walk closer, but then Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen and shut the door. Harry was taken aback. What were they doing or talking about? Mrs. Weasley smiled at Harry, as she went up and gave him a giant hug. "Harry, dear, it's so good to see you!"

"It's nice to see you too, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied, as he hugged her back. He still stared at the kitchen door, wondering why they had shut the door. What did they have to hide from him? What were they up to? "Uhmm—what were you doing in there?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley gave a light chuckle.

"Oh, it's nothing you need to worry about dear. Now, go upstairs and you'll find Ron and Hermione, ok? Dinner will be shortly. Now c'mon, go up!" she exclaimed happily, as she lightly pushed him towards the staircase. Harry walked to the stairs, looked back and smiled, then walked up the stairs. What were they hiding? But Ron and Hermione. He was finally going to see Ron and Hermione. Now he could ask why they hadn't answered his letters back. Now he could ask them what was going on and why he hadn't heard from them all summer. Now he could ask all the questions he'd been dying to ask.

Harry turned a corner and saw another dark hallway. He heard whispering and could tell it was Ron and Hermione. He made a half-hearted smile. He wasn't sure if he was mad at them, or glad that he was going to be able to talk to them again. They had completely deserted him during the summer. No letters, no word, no contact. He had been stuck at the Dursley's, each day waiting anxiously for a letter from one of them to come. But none ever came. None came for the four entire weeks of summer. He was mad at them. No contact from them at all. They left him and …

"Harry!" Hermione Granger squealed, as she ran up and hugged him tightly. Harry was a little surprised, but hugged back, smiling. He saw Ron Weasley standing a little ways farther into the room, smiling. "Oh Harry! I've missed you! How are you? I'm so sorry we didn't write! How was your summer? I hope it wasn't too boring." Ron began to chuckle.

"Hermione, give him some space. You're going to suffocate him if you hug him any tighter," Ron laughed. Hermione let go of Harry and glared at Ron who just shrugged it off. "Hey mate, how's it been?" Ron walked up to Harry and gave him a hug too. Ron was smiling, but Harry almost had to force a smile out.

"Oh, I've been doing great," Harry answered sarcastically. There wasn't just sarcasm in his voice, there was also a hint of malice and Ron and Hermione could see it. Harry just continued on about his 'great' summer. "Yea, it was an awesome summer. I was locked inside the Dursley's the whole summer. I heard nothing from my best friends and I was a slave to the Dursleys. Oh, and when I finally got out of the house, I was attacked by Dementor's and now Fudge is having me tried for being expelled from Hogwarts and my wand snapped it two!" Ron and Hermione looked ashamed.

"We're sorry Harry," Ron said, looking down at his shoes. He couldn't look at Harry right now; he couldn't see the anger in his eyes.

"We really are, Harry," began Hermione, "We wanted to write to you, but Dumbledore told us we couldn't. We're really sorry, Harry. Believe me Harry, we really wanted to write you, but Dumbledore told us we couldn't. He said we couldn't even reply to your letters. And when Hedwig came, that just made things worse. She pecked at Ron and me for the longest time, but Dumbledore told us to keep her here until you came. We're really sorry Harry."

"So, the whole reason I didn't hear from you was because of Dumbledore?" asked Harry, hatred running through his voice. "And what's this Order of the Phoenix? And don't tell me you can't tell me because I deserve some answers here!" Ron and Hermione glanced at each other.

"The Order of the Phoenix is a secret organization Dumbledore started during the First War. They started it to keep him from getting power and taking over the wizarding world. They lost a lot of people at the end of it, and not many were left now. When the Triwizard Tournament was over, Dumbledore called back for the Order of the Phoenix and new people joined. You saw some of them when you flew from the Dursley's to here. Nymphadora Tonks is new and so are the Weasleys." Hermione looked at Ron.

"Well?" Harry asked, expecting more. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Well what?" she asked, confused. What else did he want to know? More to the point, what else was there to tell? She had nothing else to tell him, but the look on his face said he was waiting for more.

"Well, is that all you know? You've been here for Merlin's sake! You should know what's going on! They let you go to the—" began Harry, but was cut off by Hermione.

"No, Harry, we don't. We don't go to the meetings; they won't let us. We don't know anything else," she replied, sitting down on one of the beds. Ron went and sat down to.

"Yea," began Ron, "Mum won't let us. She says she thinks we're too young. Says we wouldn't understand—"

"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THE MEETINGS? I HAVE BEEN OUT OF THE LOOP SINCE DAY ONE OF SUMMER! YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN HERE WHILE I'VE BEEN WITH THE DURSLEYS! YOU STILL KNOW MORE THAN ME! YOU'VE HAD THE DAILY PROPHET DELIVERED TO YOU AND YOU'VE BEEN WITH OTHER WIZARDS. I'VE BEEN KEPT IN A BLOODY HOLE AT THE DURSLEYS! I'VE SAVED YOUR GUYS' ARSE MORE TIMES THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? YOU LEAVE ME ALONE THE WHOLE SUMMER, WITH NO CONTACT AT ALL?" Harry lost it. He couldn't keep all the anger inside of him anymore. They were acting like they had been kept out of the loop, but he was out of the loop! He hadn't had any contact with any of them and hadn't had any news from about the wizarding world. They had!

"We're sorry—" began Hermione, but Harry cut her off too.

"YOU'RE SORRY? YOU'RE SORRY? YEAH, THIS IS DEFINITELY HOW YOU SHOW YOU'RE SORRY! YOU IGNORE YOUR FRIEND THE WHOLE SUMMER, LEAVING HIM TO BE BORED OUT OF HIS MIND WITH PEOPLE WHO DESPISE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM! THEY HATE ME AND THEY AREN'T AFRAID TO SHOW ME THAT!"

"Harry—"

"WHO RETRIEVED THE SORCERER STONE? WHO DEFEATED THE BASILISK AND ALMOST DIED FROM ITS POISON? WHO WAS FORCED INTO THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT BY BARTY CROUCH JR.? WHO HAD TO FIGHT OF A BLOODY DRAGON? WHO HAD TO RESCUE HIS FRIENDS FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE BLACK LAKE? WHO HAD TO WATCH VOLDEMORT KILL CEDRIC DIGGORY RIGHT INFRONT OF HIS EYES? WHO HAD TO WATCH VOLDEMORT COME BACK TO BLOODY LIFE?"

"Harry, please, we are—"

"SORRY? YEAH, YOU'VE SAID THAT BEFORE. YOU COULDN'T EVEN WRITE TO ME? YOU COULDN'T SAY A BLOODY WORD TO ME ALL SUMMER? YOU COULDN'T EVEN JUST SAY THAT YOU WE'RE DOING FINE? COULDN'T EVEN ASK HOW I WAS DOING? COULDN'T EVEN ACT LIKE YOU CARED ABOUT ME?"

"Harry, it wasn't that we didn't want to, but—"

"DUMBLEDORE? YEAH, YOU SAID THAT BEFORE TOO. WHY WOULDN'T HE LET YOU TALK TO ME? WHY? WHY WOULDN'T HE? DON'T YOU HAVE A BLOODY ANSWER FOR THAT?"

"No!" yelled Hermione, just about to break down into tears. Harry stopped yelling and realized he had gone over the line. He had pushed them too hard, especially Hermione who was trying to explain. "No! We don't have an answer for that Harry and I'm sorry, but we don't! Yes, we might have been here and known a little about what was going on, but we don't know any of the important details, Harry!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to lash out like that," Harry said, dropping his head. Harry went to the bed adjacent to the one Ron and Hermione were sitting on, and sat down. Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept for a day, and it was showing. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. "So what do you know?"

"Know about what?" asked Ron a little harshly, mad that Harry had gone all out on Hermione like that. Couldn't he see that she was hurting and that she had wanted to, but Dumbledore wouldn't let her.

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione jumped a little. She didn't like it when people said his name. It was still taboo for her to hear or say it.

"We haven't heard anything because they don't let us into the meetings," explained Hermione. Hermione sighed. She really did want to tell Harry everything, but she didn't know what everything was. She wanted to tell him everything he wanted to know, but she knew about as little as he did now.

"But Fred and George created this thing called the Extendable Ear. It goes down to the first floor and can hear through the doors. We can try it out if you want," Ron suggested, looking at Harry. Hermione was against the idea, but did want to know what they were talking about.

"Sure," said Harry, as he got up from the bed and walked to the doorway. Over by the staircase ledge, he saw Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley all gathered around together, listening to something. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to them and they looked over and smiled at Harry.

"Harry, nice to see ya here, mate," said Fred, as he tussled Harry's hair around. Harry smiled and looked over at George and Ginny.

"Hey, Harry," said Ginny, slightly blushing. Harry smiled and gave her a small wave.

"Hey, Ginny," he replied. Fred and George nudged each other, but went back to listening to an earpiece. "What's that?"

"This is our Extendable Ear," said Fred proudly, as he pointed down to a big plastic ear that was on a wire. It was hanging couple of feet away from the kitchen door, perfect for listening in on their conversation.

"Cool," said Harry, as he went over to hear what they were saying. Ginny went over and stood next to Harry, acting like she was interested in the conversation, but was more interested in Harry.

"What are we going to do? The Ministry is saying they will expel him and snap his wand," a female voice said, that they presumed was Mrs. Weasley. There was a small silence.

"Harry will go to court and Mrs. Figg will testify for him. They can't expel him because the Ministry doesn't have that kind of power and he was using magic in self-defense. If it is self-defense, then his wand cannot be snapped and he cannot be punished," Mr. Weasley answered. There was another silence.

"I hate to break it to you," said a female voice, "but I'm afraid our conversation is no longer private anymore."

"Crap!" exclaimed George, as he heard the kitchen door slam open and saw his mum come into view. Her face was red and she was furious as she stared at all of them.

"Get down here this instant!" she yelled, as they all ran downstairs to Mrs. Weasley. "What we're you doing?"

"Uhmm…" started them all, as they shuffled their feet and avoided Mrs. Weasley's face. She was mad and she was scary when she was mad.

"Hmm? What were you doing? Listening in on our conversation? I thought you knew better then that! Do not ever do that again! Give me that blasted thing and I will take care of it!" she screamed, as George quickly handed over the Extendable Ear. Mrs. Weasley snatched it from him, threw it in the air, muttered a curse, and they all watched it blow up. "There, all taken care of. Now, dinner is ready, so go into the kitchen." All of them ran into the kitchen, except for Harry, who stayed in the hallway for a second. It had been an eventful night, and it was still going. Harry walked into the kitchen and stopped at who he saw.

"Harry," a voice said, as Harry looked over to see Vivian sitting down at the table. Harry lit up. It was nice to see a familiar face. Maybe she could testify for him because he doubted Mrs. Figg would be of any use. The Ministry barely even recognized Squibs, how were they going to recognize a Squib who loved Dumbledore? But Vivian was an Animagus already, and she might be an illegal one.

"Viv!" he exclaimed, as he walked over to her to give her a hug. Vivian stood up and hugged Harry tightly. Ginny stared at the two as they embraced. "Viv, what are doing here? You look great."

"Oh, thanks Harry. You too. And, well—you see—I am—it's kind of—" she began, mumbling random words and playing around with her hair. She couldn't really tell him the truth, could she? Harry noticed something: she had an American accent. Was she from America?

"She's part of the Order," a dark voice replied. Harry knew that voice anywhere. He turned around to see Severus Snape right behind him. His hair was still shoulder length and still greasy. He still looked horrific and his eyes were still oblivion of blackness. His black robes hit the floor and Harry shuddered. He had hoped he wouldn't have seen him until school started again, if that.

"Viv, you're part of the Order? How? You're only my age," said Harry, taken aback by Snape's answer. How could Vivian be in the Order if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said that he was too young to be part of it? She was practically the same age. The room stopped moving to stare at Vivian. Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all waiting her answer anxiously. Actually, most of them didn't even know who she was probably. None of them had mentioned seeing her here before and they looked puzzled at her being there.

"It's a touchy subject Harry," she answered, in the least informing way possible. Harry eyed her suspiciously. A 'touchy' subject, Harry thought. She obviously didn't want to tell or Dumbledore didn't want her to tell. "Harry," she started, "I know you believe I'm hiding something from you and I'm sorry…But I cannot say my purpose in the Order or how I became part of the Order." Harry stared at her with a little frustration. More secrets. "And by the way Harry, I'm older than you." She flashed a smile at him and he smiled back.

"I will take my leave now," Snape said quietly, as he made for the kitchen door. Vivian got up and walked over to Snape and whispered something to him. Everyone watched as the two walked out of the kitchen together and closer to the door. Harry looked suspiciously at the two. They weren't having some weird love affair, were they? No, of course not. Vivian is too good for Snape and Snape…well he would never be with anyone.

"What's going on, Mum?" asked Ron, as he looked over to Mrs. Weasley. Harry, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny looked at Mrs. Weasley expectantly. Mrs. Weasley looked at Mr. Weasley and he shook his head.

"That is for Vivian or Severus to tell you, and I doubt that will happen. Now, dearies, forget about those two. They're just having a discussion. Now, if you want dinner before tomorrow morning, come help me make it!" she exclaimed, as they all began to get to work, but Harry kept staring at the hallway. He saw the two of them talking, whispering about something secret. But what were they talking about?

"Severus," Vivian said quietly, "my father…what is going to happen to me?" For the first time in his life, he saw that Vivian was scared. She was scared of what was going to happen to her and if she was even going to be alive in the next couple of weeks.

"I don't know," he said, a little to darkly. Vivian crossed her arms and looked down at the floor. "Vivian, I'm sure everything will be just fine. I know this must be hard for you, but stick it out." Vivian nodded her head.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna stick it out, but I don't know. I just can't help but wonder what's to become of me now…" Snape silenced her. A tear ran down Vivian's face and she quickly wiped it away.

"Don't talk like that. Just … be patient and things will happen. Keep your guard up at all times thought. Dumbledore will figure out how we will protect you too," he said, looking down at her. Vivian was probably the only one who saw him being caring or nice, besides Lily Potter, but she was dead. Snape couldn't be mean to her, after he'd lived with her for almost three years. She was almost like a little sister to him, but everyone thought it was more than that, but it wasn't. She was too young and they were too close.

"No!" she exclaimed, looking a little furious at him. "I don't need to be protected. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I'm not a child, which is obviously why I'm in the Order! Dumbledore wouldn't have let me be in the Order if he didn't think I was ready for it. Besides, Harry is our number one goal. We have to protect him and if we have to protect him and me, we could lose focus. No Severus, I don't need protection."

"Vivian, you will do what we see fit for your safety. I was placed with caring for you for almost three years and I'm not going to lose you." Vivian's eyes widened. He had just marked her for death. "Vivian, that's not what I meant to say."

"The hell you did! You think I'm going to die! You think that I'm not going to last it out another year! I knew it! You have no faith in me, Severus!" Vivian had started yelling and everyone in the kitchen had begun crowding around the door to see what was happening. "You've marked me for dead already!"

"No! I haven't!" he said sternly back, as he pulled her into one of the spare bedrooms. It was dark and grungy in there, with barely any light. Vivian could barely make out Severus in all the darkness. "I don't mean you're going to die, I mean I might lose you. He could take you back. I don't think you're going to die. Why would he kill you?"

"I don't know!" Vivian yelled back, crossing her arms. "But why … never mind. I've caused too much of a commotion. I'm sorry Severus." Vivian closed her eyes and exhaled. She had to not lose her temper like that. That was one of the main reasons Dumbledore didn't see fit for her to be in the Order because she was still a teenager and still temperamental. But she was a huge asset to the Order, so they had to let her be part of it.

"Vivian, just trust me, and let us protect you. At least, let me keep an eye on you," he said, sounding tired. He did not like to argue with her; she was always so passionate about it and he did not have the energy for that right now. Vivian sighed.

"Fine, Severus. But don't forget: Harry is our number one priority. Don't let me get in the way of your job, ok?" she said, looking up at him with her purple eyes. Severus nodded her head. "Thank you Severus." Severus made a small smile.

"I should be going now," he said, as the two walked out of the room and back into the hallway, where they were greeted with many faces staring at them from the kitchen door. Mrs. Weasley pushed them away, smiled at the two, and closed the door. Severus and Vivian heard Mrs. Weasley scolding them from the other side of the door. Vivian snickered.

"You're not going to stay for dinner, Severus?" she asked, with pleading eyes. Severus shook his head.

"No, it is not my place," he answered simply. Vivian nodded understandingly as she waved good-bye to him as he left the house.

"Good-bye, Severus," she whispered quietly, as she walked back to the kitchen.

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A/N: So I hoped you liked this chapter. Sorry if I'm leaving out some things like the fly to Grimmauld Place, but I didn't feel like writing it. Sorry! So, not it is NOT going to be a Snape/Viv fic because they don't like each other like that. I'm thinking about making it Draco/Viv, but I'm not sure. MAYBE Oliver/Viv or Fred/Viv because Oliver's coming back. Yay! But not in the next chapter I don't think. Please R&R and no flames!