A/N: Sorry it took so long for the update. There was gunshots fired near my home, thankfully no one was hurt, and I couldn't decide on the order of events. The long wait paid off though, because this is my longest chapter yet!

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Chapter 2

Harry lay awake on the cot that Mrs. Weasley moved into Ron's room for him. He hasn't slept through the night since Sirius's death. Every time he closes his eyes, it seems as if he might have a nightmare free sleep, but he is haunted to forever relive the events that took place in the Department of Mysteries. " I wonder what it would be like to die." Harry whispered to the silent room. Ron grunted in his sleep, and turned over.

Harry knew he had to have his revenge against Voldemort; that is why he would never find out. Voldemort killed his parents, and was indirectly responsible for his Godfather's death. Harry balled his hands into fists. Harry would kill Voldemort, not for a prophecy, and certainly not for an old fool. He also planned on making Bellatrix wish she had never been born. If anyone could see him now they would blanch at the twisted smile on his face. As these dark thoughts swirled around his mind, he heard someone running up the stairs. It was probably the Weasley ghoul. And then he sat bolt upright as he figured it out. He now knew how to die without actually dying. It required some research, but…

His thoughts were interrupted by Mrs.Weasley slamming the bedroom door open and lighting the lamp. " Wake up, Wake up Now," she smacked Ron's thigh, " get dressed and downstairs ASAP." She said a little shrilly.

The silly smile was wiped instantly off Harry's face as he recognized the badly disguised panic in her voice. He hurriedly got out of bed and was mildly amused to see blood running down his hands where his nails had been. He pulled on jeans and a t-shirt before Ron was even out of Bed and headed downstairs.

Harry and Ginny were the first to arrive downstairs. Arthur Weasley was talking with headmaster Dumbledore via the floo network.

" Hurry Arthur, you know where to meet with the Order members?" Albus asked.

" Yes, Albus, the abandoned barn two blocks down from her residence." Arthur replied, pulling on his cloak. " I'm leaving now. Molly, I love you, get the children to headquarters." He kissed Molly on the cheek, exited the house, and disappeared with a pop.

"I wonder who is being attacked this time." Harry whispered to Ginny. This nighttime occurrence is practically second nature already.

Molly turned to talk to Dumbledore. "Albus, you look hungry dear, let me get you some toast." She turned to go towards the kitchen.

"Molly dear, I can't right now, but I promise to drop by headquarters later so you can worry over my bony frame." Dumbledore said, with his usual twinkle in place. " I've connected headquarters to the Burrow exclusively by floo. The connection is only effective for one more hour. I'll see you later, Molly, dear." And he disappeared from the fireplace.

Fred, George, and Ron finally came downstairs. " What's sammater?" Ron managed to say while yawning.

"We're all going to headquarters a little earlier then originally planned." Mrs. Weasley said. And with a swish of her wand toast and orange juice appeared on the table. " Eat quickly while I pack." Then she disappeared up the stairs.

They ate in relative quiet. Only the occasional gagging sound, as Ron tries for the world record on the largest amount of toast in a human mouth, and the clanging and banging of trunks coming down the stairs.

Molly had all the trunks lined up near the fireplace and stood impatiently tapping her foot as Ron stuffed one last piece of toast in his mouth. Ginny gave a disgusted snort.

" Fred, George, you go first." Molly ordered. And the twins disappeared in a whirlwind of emerald flames. " Now Harry and Ron."

Harry and Ron dragged their trunks into the fireplace and they squished in together. " Number 12, Grimmauld Place." Harry and Ron said in unison. Harry tried to ignore the sick feeling he always got when traveling by floo. Harry closed his eyes against the whirling grates. Whenever he traveled by floo it always felt like ten minutes, when in actuality it was only seconds.

The whirling stopped suddenly and Harry fell backwards out of the fireplace. Before he could get up his trunk teetered dangerously then fell right on top of him. Harry felt his glasses break.

Fred and George lifted the trunk off him. " Harry, mate, we know you've been in a slump lately," Fred began. " But you don't have to purposefully hurt yourself to get our attention." George finished.

As Ron hurriedly moved out of the fireplace to make room for Ginny and Molly, holding Hedwig's cage, Harry got up and glared at Fred and George.

" Whoa, Harry, no need for death glares." Fred said, while backing up slowly.

" Yeah, we were just kidding." George said from behind Fred.

Harry just smirked and took Hedwig's cage from Molly. "I let Hedwig fly here. I doubt she would have liked the floo." She said. " Everyone put your stuff upstairs and then come back down here, cause we have something to discuss."

Harry dragged his trunk and Hedwig's cage upstairs to the same room he was in last time. "Glad they finally cleaned your portrait Phinaeas. (Sp?)" Harry said as he placed his trunk at the end of his bed.

" I'm finally getting the respect I deserve." Phinaeas said, with an air of nobility.

Despite getting off on the wrong foot, when they first met, Harry found himself starting to like him, " That's great, Phinaeas, I'll talk to you later." Harry said.

Harry left his room, and passed Ron on his way in, and headed downstairs. Harry sat at the kitchen table to wait for everyone else. Ginny arrived first, then Fred and George, and lastly Ron.

Molly stood at the head of the table with a worried expression on her face. She hoped this news wouldn't further damage Harry's already tattered psyche. She steeled herself and began, " At twelve thirty this morning, the Order received word that the Granger residence was under attack by Death Eaters."

Harry and Ron jumped out of their seats so fast; it appeared as if they were burned. "Is she okay? What happened? Where is she? We have to go help." Harry said in a rush.

" Sit down, dears, I know you want to help, but the Order is doing all they can. All we can do is wait and hope for the best. Inside information indicated they didn't want to hurt her, just talk to her." Molly said, in a reassuring tone.

Harry and Ron sat back down reluctantly. They didn't have to wait long for word; Arthur came in the kitchen ten minutes later.

"Hello everyone, you've been informed of the current situation?" Arthur asked, and with a nod from Molly, he continued, "We sent ten Order members in and ten aurors in. The situation should be under control soon."

Harry stood up again and asked, " What about Hermione? Is she okay?"

"I sent one of the Order members in with the specific purpose of getting her out of there." Arthur said.

Hermione had no idea who had grabbed her, but the smell and darkness made her fear the worst. She was starting to panic, but she knew it wouldn't help. Remaining levelheaded is her only chance for survival. Wracking her mind for a plan that could help her, she decided on struggling so much her captor might not find the effort of holding on to her worth it.

She struggled with everything she had, but the arm around her waist only tightened. "Stop struggling, you stupid girl, I'm helping you." A silky voice said near her ear.

He dropped her on some hay. Hermione looked around but couldn't see anyone. Whoever it was, they were hiding. "Lumos" she heard from slightly to the right. The whispered spell broke the disillusionment charm. She recognized the familiar sneer of her hated potions professor. She appeared to be in a barn.

" Professor Snape, where are we?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron may not trust him, but she did, to an extent. She was still wary. His attitude didn't inspire confidence.

"It would appear we are in a barn." Snape said with a sneer. "We are near headquarters, Albus will answer all your questions when he arrives there. Okay, let's go."

He untied her bonds and then headed out the door. Hermione knew the adrenaline she had been functioning on had left her. She tried to stand anyway, and it seemed like she had succeeded, when she tried to follow Snape, her trembling knees gave out on her.

Snape came back and started to yell at her. "What's taking you so long you useless…" he began, then he saw her on the floor. He walked up to her and helped her stand.

"Professor, I can't walk." Hermione said with tears in her eyes. She cringed at the pain in her ankle. She must not have noticed the pain earlier.

Snape saw she wouldn't put any weight on her left ankle. " I'll help you." He said. "Put your arm around my waist." He took her slow reaction to his words as reluctance." Against popular belief Miss Granger, I don't bite." He said with a sneer.

Hermione looked at him with a shocked and bemused expression. "Sorry, professor, I'm just in pain. My slow reactions are a product of my swollen ankle." She said with enough venom to kill an elephant.

She put her arm around his waist. She could've sworn he smiled at her words, but it was gone to quickly to be sure. He put his arm around her shoulders, and she grabbed his hand for balance. And they set out like that, Snape in his usual black, and Hermione in her blue pajamas with fluffy sheep on them.

A/N: When I first posted I accidentally left out a sentence and only noticed when Snapedreamer pointed it out to me. I had no idea what she was talking about so I checked the chapter myself and realized my mistake. Thanx Snapedreamer.