Chapter 2 - Guess Who's Back?
((A/N: Any and all thoughts pertaining to religion are just that, I mean no offense to any religion it's just part of the story.))
"What's the update, Madam Pomfrey." Sirius asked.
"Not Good, . His body is physically exhausted but in good condition. What ever you guys did in that veil.. it took a lot out of him. His body can only take so much before it gives out. His magical core is drained completely. I don't even know how he's still breathing, by all accounts he should dead. And to top it off, his magical core has completely changed, he has traced amounts vampire blood within his blood, along with something else, but it's so small that I didn't even register it the first time. But I have to say it is quite progressive. The marks up and down his back like he's been fighting, and on his chest, over his heart. He has an scar which can't be healed and I'm not talking about the one like on his head. It's very different from that one. It's something else entirely." Pomfrey sighed at the amount of trauma the boy must have went through.
"And the crazy part about it, it almost looks like.. well no it couldn't really be, but it looks like a hand print. But I guess he's been marked with a lighting bolt shape scar why shouldn't a hand print be any different. And I can't even begin to decipher what type of magic is contained within it or what it is doing to him." Pomfrey sighed as she pulled out two vials of dreamless sleep from one of her front pockets. "I don't know what you two went through but from my guess, I can always say you went to hell and back again!"
Sirius laughed as he thought about his trip, for most of it he could hardly remember that was until Harry got him. After that he it's was a frighting memory of what must have gone through to get him. "Pomfrey you have no idea. If it wasn't for Harry I'd most likely would have been in Hell. Harry fought the devil and demons themselves to redeem my soul. And to even think that he did it by himself...well Alice and him, but since she didn't have any power in that realm it was mostly Harry."
Pomfrey gasped at the idea, she wasn't really a religious woman, she grew up believing in a god, but that soon lost it's way when she discovered magic. She often wondered how magic fit in with religion?
"Alice, your talking about Harry's.. er.." Pomfrey didn't know quite how to put Alice in terms of a relation to Harry.
"Yes, his dear vampire friend. Comes to find out, she took her own life that night in the ministry. As she put it, the world wasn't worth living when Harry jumped into the veil." Sirius said and noted how usually calm Pomfrey was.
"Ah.. well she was a dear. I guess they were pretty close even though all of us thought of her as.. well trouble to say kindly. Then again there probably wasn't much we could do, could we?" Pomfrey said.
"yeah... she admitted to loving Harry like a mother." Sirius remembered that talk, just before they were to go back through the gate. "As for that hand print.." Sirius stopped, as much as he wanted to talk about Alice, he wasn't quite ready to give into his feelings about her. Alice was one person he had a hard time coming around to like. But over the past half a year traveling with Alice. She grew on him, he come to respect her in that she only wanted the best out of her young apprentice. Sirius shook his head out of his thoughts and continued.
"well let's just say I was never a religious man until this journey. I never really believed in a god or a devil. Or the fact that sinners went to hell and good doers go to heaven. Of course there it wasn't like that. It's just a matter if you believe or not believe. I don't know to much about that, I was trying to get my arse out of there. Could you imagine how much this entire journey was a shocker. Of course there are those who will never believe, and there are those who will. But after seeing what I saw, it's hard not to believe in heaven and hell. But I'm going off topic from what the Hand print was. It's the hand of one of the Archangels. Terrifying angel that one is.. all of them are, they aren't the holy saving grace everyone makes them out to be."
Again Pomfrey gasped at the very through that the young boy was blessed with...well she didn't know what to think any more. Her attention was broken as Harry groaned from the next bed over.
"I never asked him what it means, he never really told me.. he just.. well you know Harry sometimes he sometimes he locks himself away even if he's looking you in the eyes." the sorrowful tone from Sirius only defeated the mood in the room. He wished he was as close to Harry as Hermione or Ron was. He wish he could tell the boy to come home with him, live the life a boy is meant to live. But instead he was a fugitive on the run, hidden from the public eye in his own house in which he was a prisoner.
"Albus informed the Order a few days after your return that nothing will ever be the same again. But I had imagined that it would be all the media attention not this..The things this poor boy has gone through is beyond something any of us can ever or will ever imagine." Pomfrey sighed.
"Quite right... Quite right, Lily and James always said that Harry would be special.. but I doubt they ever foresaw anything like this. What is Dumbledore saying about Harry now?" Sirius turned his body and groaned, he was still a bit sore from the adventure.
"He wants a full update on his condition. I can only imagine what happened when he destroyed the veil. From what of the other members have been saying the power that Mr. Potter had been displaying was somewhat unnatural." said Poppy.
"Couldn't tell you about that, I do know that he has grown a lot since he entered that veil. I do know that he spent a lot of time studying. And from what Alice told me, great muggle generals had taken great interest in him. Who knows what he might have learned from the souls down there. " Sirius shrugged.
Pomfrey shivered at the thought. It was like having the entire history of the world all in one place. First hand accounts to everything. Battles, spell creations, lost memories and lost knowledge throughout the ages. A resource like that in the wrong hands could bring destruction upon the world.
"What about this vampire blood in his system?" Pomfrey asked jarring herself away from the depressing thoughts of a boy who now control his own fate.
"That's Alice's blood, she gave it as a gift to Harry a few months before she had died. In a small vial he kept it around his neck. At the time she didn't know it gave him the ability to conquer death. Unlike Harry, I was immediately taken by the guards, I guess her blood gave him the ability to remain invisible to anything that was dead. This remained up until his battle with Calphus." Sirius trailed off and thought about to that fateful battle. "You should have seen Harry in battle, his sword in one hand, his wand in the other. The fire in his eyes... the madness... his eyes Pomfrey... I've never seen them glow with so much power.. they were pure green.. not like his normal green. No this was much more..." Sirius thought about the power behind those eyes. "I suppose Calphus got the last laugh really.. Harry had struck him down, but Calphus stuck the vial that kept him safe from the demons and angels of the deadworld. With all the cuts and slices on his skin I'm sure some of it got into him. Plus.. the hell he brought upon him. Once the vial had been broken suddenly he was recognizable in the world of the dead. And living beings are not meant to be there."
"Calphus?" Poppy asked.
"Calphus, ancient devil a real nightmare for those who summoned him. And I guess it has happen in the past or so he's claimed." Sirius shrugged at the memory of Harry fighting the ancient devil.
"How did he do it? I mean how did he beat a devil."
"With skill I've never seen. He looked like an angel of death, with all the fury of the gods behind him. It was scary poppy, it was something very unnatural. I almost wanted to say that he lost his mind in that rage and if it wasn't for an divine intervention I think that we would have lost Harry completely." Sirius shifted and groaned at the pain that rippled from his side through his entire body. "With Alice's blood coursing through his body do you think that he'll be like her?"
"No.. most likely not, usually when one is turned they are completely drained so there isn't anything to fight the vampire virus. Harry is a strong boy, plus he would be showing signs of dying already if he was contaminated. Thought I'm sure for the next few weeks he might be experiencing side effects of what vampire can do." Pomfrey took up a seat next to Sirius. She normally kept her hair up in a bun but given the recent events and the constant attention of her patients her hair casually fell down to her shoulders framing her gracefully aged heart shape face. Sirius gulped at the sight, and shifted his eyes away from her.
"How long before he wakes up?" asked Sirius.
"Maybe a few day, but at this point who knows. His body took a toll beyond what most of us could even handle. He does need his rest. And you to, you need some rest yourself, you might have not done everything that Harry had done but you still need to rest. Plus. Albus probably wants you back, I guess the press is coming tomorrow." Pomfrey stood up and handed Sirius the dreamless sleep bottles, "Have a good night Sirius."
"Thank you Poppy."
"Alright alright, quite down you claws! Today's official debate will be focused on this week's topic. How will Mr. Potter's destruction of the veil and invasion of the ministry effect the current ministry now that we know you-know-who is back?" The head ravenclaw stated, her eyes looked around the small group of students that consisted of many different age groups. "For those who are new to our morning group discussions we have very few rules, unless the purple snitch is hovering over your head you are not allow to talk. If and when the snitch is hovering over your head will you be able to state your opinion. There are no wrong of invalid opinions in our debates, but please keep on the topic at hand."
One of the younger Ravenclaws that sat the end of the table hand her hand raised. "I have a question.... mmm" The young ravenclaw looked a bit unsure of herself, her face masked of concentration as she thought carefully of what she was about to say. "Won't the professors get mad at us having a debate over another student? Who is in the hospital wing trying to survive what ever had happen to him?"
The head Ravenclaw looked a bit perturbed at the young claw's words, "we are free to discuss any topic that comes up, I have already cleared the topic with the professors and they have agreed that while it might seem rude to discuss the events surrounding Mr. Potter is is not out of our boundaries. Now, without any more questions let's start this debate." With that said the head Ravenclaw opened the small golden box in front of her and opened it. Out came a purple snitch fashionably wobbling ever so slightly before zooming off towards the head claw. "Now, we will begin with the destruction of the veil." The snitch zoomed off down the table to another claw.
"I don't see how Harry could have destroyed the veil, it's an ancient artifact and probably had more then enough enchantments to make it unbreakable. How do we know these sources to be true?" The young claw who went by the name Peter Taylor stated. The snitch once again moved off to another ravenclaw.
"We all know that the daily prophet isn't much when it comes to choosing between facts and fiction. But it would also explain why all of the teachers were out and about that night. It would also explain why the minister is going to be sacked and why there has been a constant stream of reporters here trying to get an interview with Mr. Potter." The much younger claw stated.
"For the sake of the debate let's just say what the prophet is true. We can further discuss how it happen later when we can research the facts into Mr. Potter's ability to destroy such and object. Now, back to the topic at hand how will the destruction of the veil affect the current ministry?" the head claw said just as the snitch zoomed to the very end of the table where the newly arriving Lovegood sat with a smile.
"Hopefully the minister will now be enlighten that the second war has already started instead of trying to hide everything with cloaks and shadows. Of course by now it might be to late for the current ministry to do anything against Voldemort." Luna said dreamily as the snitch hovered above her before shooting off again.
Hermione and Ron sat still in the great hall , they were the earliest of the Griffindors to wake up. They hadn't said much since that day, they didn't know what to say. Harry and Sirius both were still recovering from the event in the hospital wing. The great hall itself was empty apart from the few Ravenclaws who were in a heated debate about what happen that night in the department of mysterious. Harry's return from the veil hadn't gone unnoticed, even more so the return of Voldemort shook the magical community to the core. Fudge's head was on the block, and most of the Ministry was in an uproar. Many events from that night hadn't come to public light yet. Sirius was still under wraps, only the order truly knew that Harry pulled him back from the Veil. The public did know that Harry jumped into the veil to rescue a member of the DA, but the member was being kept anonymous for obvious reasons.
"I'm telling you it's not possible to come back from that Veil, the ministry uses it to throw items deemed to dangerous for the public to get there hands on. Even some of the most heartless of criminals are tossed into that veil. Someone just doesn't go jumping in and comes back out like nothing happened! I'm tell you it's impossible!" The debate at the ravenclaw table turned into an all out frenzy of yelling. The poor purple snitch zoomed over the table trying to get to everyone who had something to say. But the rowdiness of the Claws had become to intense for the poor thing it just decided to settle down in the middle of the Ravenclaw table.
"Well, Harry just did it, it's all over the daily prophet. So it is possible! How can you explain that?" Another ravenclaw yelled, soon the entire table was shouting out, some defending Harry, some not. When the yelling did die down, they all seemed to agree, the story had some merit, and Harry had done the impossible.
"I can't explain that, but what I am trying to explain is that the paper must be wrong, it just must be. To think that students, you know, the golden trio and this whole thing about Dumbledore's Army being there fighting death eaters is impossible and not even provable. In fact it's quite absurd to think of such things. I for one do not think, or ever will think that Dumbledore would build such a group, and even more so build a group out of mere children. And if he did, why did it go unnoticed by the ministry all this year up until the end!" The Head Ravenclaw shouted.
Hermione and Ron turned there heads up to look at the Ravenclaws. How could students even begin to talk about what had happen. Hermione didn't even have the energy to go over there and tell them off, she just didn't want to hear it.
The door slammed open, effectively ending what was left of the debate, Professor McGonagall stood there. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on the only two Gryffindors at the table. "Mr. Weasley, Mrs, Granger please come with me." Instantly both Gryffindors were on there feet and followed the professor out of the great hall and over to the hospital wing. It had been almost two weeks since Harry came back from the impossible, they kept getting told that he was resting and didn't want to be bothered. They were finally going to have there chance to talk to there friend.
Harry sat quietly in the hospital wing in his small white bed, curiously labeled, Mr. Potter. Harry chuckled at the site that he had now become a permanent resident in Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. His back against the headrest, his now stretched to the end of the bed. His eyes reflected his thoughts, deep, painful, traumatic, and yet they carried hope. After all he had gone through, he had made it, and had made it with Sirius.
He wondered how long he had been sleeping. He also wondered how the world around him was reacting. Were they shocked, maybe they would be scared of him. He did come back from the dead, twice, would they condemn him, maybe they would think of him as a saint? He chuckled and looked at the nightstand next to him, he noticed that his journal was there, one that he found during his adventure, his glasses though he didn't need them as much anymore, a small shrunken down trunk which he sure that the ministry probably tried to get open. He half laughed to himself, oh what a trip it had been.
In the fit of his self humor Ron, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall walked into the room. Hermione didn't hesitate to rush over to Harry's said and envelop him into an death grip type hug. Harry couldn't help himself in taking in a deep breath of her rose smelling hair. He didn't at all protest the fact she was almost killing him in her hug or that his ribs still hurt along with everything else in his body. He didn't want her to let go, but she pulled away. He almost wanted to pull her back into a hug but hesitated when he saw Ron with a Cheshire grin upon his face looking at him.
"It's good to see that your in good condition, considering." Ron spoke first breaking the silence.
"Oh Harry, I swear...if you go and do that again I'll kill you myself!" Hermione's voice shrilled but it didn't stop Harry from grinning. He had wished so many times that she had been there with him. At least it would have been a better adventure.
"Come Hermione, I'm sure that Harry doesn't want to hear that." Ron piped in and pulled up a seat next to Harry. Hermione continued to sit next to Harry as if he was going to vanish at the mere action of blinking. McGonagall was amused at how the golden trio reacted to such of an event. They had been split up, torn apart by war, and when they had lost all hope in the matter fate seemed to drive them back into each other arms.
"So, where did you see, where did you go? You look like time went faster then time here? You look healthy, stronger.. oh where did that come from?" Hermione blushed before her rapid pace of questions continued. "What's on the other side of the gate? They've had studies but nothing really other then just theories. Since your the only one that truly testify of what is on the other side I'm sure that people will want to know what is on the other side." Hermione rattled off, and probably for the first time in his life, Harry didn't seem to mind. "What a journey it must have been, I'd say time is about a year or two faster then this time line.. to ten minutes of our time.. I mean I wasn't there or anything, I was kinda knocked out, but from what they told me I.." she sheepishly looked with a slight pink blush creeping up onto her face, "I kinda took the time to look through all of the books possible about the subject. There wasn't much, just.--"
"Enough Hermione, I swear, your going to kill Harry just by talking his ear off. I'm sure that's the last thing he wants to hear." Ron huffed, "Harry, Mate, the DA did a fine job that night. You trained us well. Most of us are certainly looking forward to next year about what we will be doing."
"Ron!" Hermione snapped her head to him.
"it wasn't good enough Ron, Hermione still got hit, and Sirius.." Harry was told many times over that what happen that day wasn't his fault and what he did something more then anyone could ask for. "it's my fault I didn't prepare you for this, we should have worked on more team tactics, covering each other rather then trying to face folks one on one." Harry berated himself and lowered his eyes. He had failed, he let Hermione get cursed, he let Sirius almost die.
"Harry.." Hermione whispered and placed her hand on top of his before she turned her eyes to stare directly into his. "What happened, happen, don't dwell on the past, we just have to dwell on the future. Plus, your back, Snuffles is back, I'm healthy, and life is good right?"
"I'm glad to have you back, Mate." said Ron.
"I'm glad to be back." replied Harry.
"Alright, let Mr. Potter get some rest, I'll release him tomorrow before the train leave. Now go before I have Professor Snape come down here." Madam Pomfrey said and shooed out the disappointed children. Harry mouthed sorry to them, half wondering why he always ended up here more then his classes and wondered how in the world McGonagall managed to sneak out without any of them noticing.
Outside was a raging titan of a storm, crackles of lighting and rolling thunder lit up the sky in the distance while wind swept rain pounded the top of the train, waves of water poured down the window. Harry sat, by himself in the furtherest cabin away from everyone. He didn't really want to be with anyone at the moment. He just wanted his thoughts, he had many of those during his year and a half long journey through the other world. It was an adventure indeed, not something he ever wanted to do again. But he did take a lot from the encounter. No one had a clue what he went through, other then maybe Sirius. It wondered though, how much Sirius actually recalled. He guessed maybe at least a little, he did not know of how well Sirius memories held intact.
"Sirius, do you think that what we did will stop us from ever seeing our family again?" asked Harry, who pondered the thought.
The had settled to rest for the day, Alice was out, possibility collecting what infinite knowledge the land held for her. Their small camp fire held back the creeping twilight that had settled upon the barren red land. Slabs of granite and obsidian laid in sharp daggered like formations creating a child's portrait of what mountains must have looked like. Small shrubs and even the occasional animal could be heard or seen if one was looking but outside of that, it looked more of a valley of death, a no man's land of those who crossed.
"I think if what we preach as humans is what god is really like then yes, god will understand why what we needed to do. But of course, what am I to say about god? I didn't even meet him, her, or what ever it is." Sirius shrugged.
"I dunno, God.. he isn't a he.. nor a she.. From what I can tell God is what we believe him or her to be. But I do know that he scares me, more so even then the devil. Where the devil is more human and believes in the free will that we humans have much control over. God.. Have you never noticed how the angels have and without question follow the command of God? And yet, the Demons who are the closest to the devil always seem to have there own thoughts? It makes no sense, or perfect sense, I don't quite know. But it almost seems that one would enjoy being the right hand of the devil more so then the right hand of God." Harry sighed, before starting this journey, things like God and the Devil didn't matter to him. Of course this was before fighting with a devil, being touched by angels, and creating spells to destroy a gate that wasn't meant to be created.
"Don't think about it to much Prongslet, you only have to know that you'll lead a good life. Have a wife and kids, be the conquer of evil, and be known throughout the entire wizardry world of one who saved our world from darkness. The one who defied death twice, touched by an archangel, I won't even mention the fact you got to study under the most influential men of time. If god himself doesn't forgive what you did in this world and our world. Then there isn't much hope for us. Sirius laughed, and Harry chuckled.
"I know Sirius.." Harry said softly as his hand rubbed over his chest where the hand of the archangel had been placed on him.
"What did it feel like?"
"Being touched? It was as if I been filled with so much love for all of the world. Those who died, for those who live, for those who were never born. Everything... animals, humans, insects, all in one moment... Suddenly the world became magic itself. I could feel everything and yet I could pin point anything between the two worlds." Harry shivered.
"That must have been something, I can't even imagine what that feels like."
"I couldn't either, not until that moment... But just like that, it was gone, well not truly gone. I can still feel it, the raw emotion that swept over my body. In here." Harry placed his hand upon the archangel imprint. "it's showing me that there is much more to life then the bitter war our world is in now."
"That's good to know" Sirius whispered.
The train ride itself was uneventful, the prefect's meeting ended about thirty minutes into the ride, Harry had just woken up from his daze like dream state. He was glad that Dumbledore had taken a lot of the media press away from him. Going from the hospital wing to the dorms was a nightmare in itself, students of all years came to congratulation him, or ask him the five hundred million dollar question the world wanted to know. 'How did he do it?" It was at that moment he was glad that he had created the D.A. With Hermione's help. The members of the now infamous deadly ministry team stood around him like body guards protecting the intruders from getting to close. He felt like a small child needing protecting from the harsh reality of the world. But he didn't complain, as long as the school stopped coming after him while the ministry team stood around him he didn't have any complaints on what to say.
Dumbledore had asked him later that week to have a chat with him, things got broken and feelings were unleashed. Fortunately for the both of them, Harry had reminded himself to keep calm and kept his magic in check in fear of hurting himself and the Headmaster. It was during this conversation Harry was told of the prophecy, and to his surprise, he found himself laughing at the idea that something so small an insignificant in his life was held to such high regard that it lead to the death of his parents and others that followed Dumbledore's ways. The meeting had ended just before Harry could tell Dumbledore his story of his journey in the dead world, it seemed that snuffles was having a bit of a panic attack from not seeing Harry for almost a week.
The cabin door opened as his fellow Gryffindors entered taking seats next to him. Harry hadn't bother to look who was there, he figured that the usual were there, plus or minus a few.
"What an awful meeting, I swear if they don't drop the bloody--"
"RON! Language! It's all over the papers, it's everywhere. The topic isn't just going to disappear over a fortnight. Plus it's just Harry doing the impossible, and you know how the ministry just wants to suck it up, specially now that Voldemort is out and about again." Hermione interrupted, everyone but Harry cringed or gasped at the name. "I for one am tired of this whole non-sense what so ever. I can't believe that the board of governors have actually consider taking Dumbledore out of office for his little spiel about the DA. And the DA? The ministry now wants the members names so that they can be punished."
Harry droned out there voices, not really wanting to hear what they had to say about how Dumbledore was playing the protector over Harry. If the world only knew that it was Hermione's idea to introduce the DA, then everyone would be an uproar. Nor did he want to hear any more about the Ministry, they alone had pissed him off more then enough times to really want to even begin to play on there side.
"I have to say something about the DA." Harry piped in, after half an hour of trying to keep his mind shut to everyone's voices. "I want to do more about the DA, I don't want this just to be a school project. I had a lot of time to think.. well a bit to much time to think about what has happened in the past few weeks." Everyone became eerily silent to hear Harry speak. "When Ron told me how the first task force worked so well together and put his input on how we could do better, it made me realize what type of position we are in at the moment. No only do we have a very powerful wizard that is covering for us, but he also have the position in that we are just kids. And who has ever listen to kids?" Harry looked around the room, not noticing that he had stood up.
"What I am trying to get at is that, over this next summer I want to do more then just sit around my aunt's house and start training more with the DA." Harry turned his head to the group in the cabin. He didn't know if he could take what ever looks they might have given him. But he fought through his ridiculous notion of being embarrassed and continued. "I'm tried of running guys, I'm tried of getting out of these dreadful situations out of pure luck. Yes my luck has been good to me over the years, but it doesn't win wars. We are at war, and unfortunately everyone in our world is involved even if they don't want to be. I want to strike Tom where it counts, I want to make him feel the fear that he has instill into most of us."
Everyone nodded, and Harry continued. "What I'm purposing is that with the DA that we have right now, we make it a different army. I don't care what it's called, that's not the point, the point is. Is that we have the ability to make ourselves a force in this world. We've already fought death eaters, and not just any death eaters, the ones that are closes to Tom. I'm purposing that we make sure to train over the summer break, we meet and gather in the muggle world. And start working as a team or teams. Like Ron pointed out, we fight as if there is no one by our side. It shouldn't be that way, if we are to be a force to reckon with, then let's be a force, an army! Muggles do it, they work as one cohesive super-organism to make themselves impossible to defend against. Why are we so blinded by our magic to not see our counter-part brothers doing what we should have been doing from day one." Harry's voice trembled, he hadn't thought about where his speech was going to, he only knew what had to be done.
"Hermione, your the brains behind everything. No matter how much I can try and study books, I will never be able to recollect half of which you already know." Harry said, noting to himself how cute she looked when she blushed. "Ron, I can never beat you in chess, and yes I learned a lot about strategy in my other life in that veil. But I don't have a natural instinct for it, I have to work at it and even then I doubt I'd even get close to what you can do when you apply yourself." Harry said as his eyes directed to his two best friends. Ron gave a tight smile and nodded. "Ginny, as hot headed as you can get sometimes. Your natural ability to take command of the situation is something is looked a lot for in a leader. General Patton was like that when I first met him, destroy everything first then talk about it later. But what made him different is that his men followed without question because they believed in his ability to pull them through the darkest of times. Neville you amaze me in the fact you never think highly of yourself and yet to duel down death eaters twice your age and twice your knowledge." Neville hid his blushing cheeks in his sleeve not wanting anyone to notice.
"You see, that night everything changed for us, we grew up, we became adults that night. No longer can we idle by while our world wastes away." Harry inwardly smiled as he noticed everyone's faces lighten at his complements. "Together, we are an unstoppable force. Together we can do almost anything and nothing is impossible. I just proved that. But we are only five, and as much as we can do, there is just not enough of us. So what I'm suggesting is that we begin to build the DA much like a muggle army. Other members will start making up other parts of our forces. I purpose that we have at least four other teams of five that work similar to us. We need to start training now, I know we trained during the school year but this should never stop us from training outside of the school." Harry smiled at the thought that he would be able to see Hermione during the summer.
"I'll get to work on getting together everyone's schedules to see when the best days will be to get together." Hermione said. "I'll have to tell my parents that our trip has to be canceled this summer, but when they know what's at stake they should agree."
"Yeh, grandmother wanted to get out of the country this summer.. after.. well you know who came back to light. I'm going to have to tell her that if we run we are letting him win the war." Neville spoke up, still timid in his voice.
"Ron, I need you to start drawing up a list of our DA members. You spent as much time as me getting to know everyone. I want you to start thinking about what teams the other members should be in." Harry noticed Ron visibly brighten at the thought.
"Ginny and Neville, We can't call ourselves the DA any more. Your job is in the next few weeks is to come up with another name for our army. And maybe a symbol? We have to let people know what we are. Let's say.. for this group at least two weeks from today, we gather at the Weasleys. After that we can start getting down and dirty with what our objectives are to be." With that Harry let everyone to there own thoughts. He was going to take the war to old Tom, he had to they couldn't just sit back and watch the world past them by thinking that life was grand and fine.
"Harry how are you going to get away from your relative's house?" Hermione questioned.
Harry looked at her and smirked, "I didn't travel for a year and a half in the underworld only and didn't pick up a book down there."
Hermione blushed again and nodded, "I hope it's nothing illegal."
"Oh not, nothing illegal, just something that everyone has forgotten." Harry smirked
"If I may say something.." Luna spoke in her usually sing-song voice. "Your adventure must have been exciting for you to take the fight to him. I sure would like to know what the archangel said to you." The entire room suddenly grew silent and all eyes went to Harry.
"Another day Luna, and your the mother says Hi." Harry said just as the train pulled into it's stop at the King's cross.