I've gotten my first complain, go me! Which is why I am writing a foreword again, yes, this story is pretty vague at the beginning, and the versus in bold do actually have a lot to do with the story, but they are for you to figure out. Remember, there is a lot of mysteries that needs to be solved. I do not like to misplace information, and none of it is.

BTW, yes, I am very well aware that all the chapters are pretty short. But that's how I started, most chapters were around 1000 words, some even shorter.

Chapter 5 Before the Funeral

(Number Twelve, Grimmauld place)

"Harry, come on! Hurry up or we'll be late," Lupin shouted through the locked door at the room he and (just his luck) Malfoy shared.

Harry looked over at Malfoy's bed to see that the other boy had already left and was probably downstairs for breakfast with the others.

He dressed and went down to the kitchen. An the stairs he couldn't help but to yawn since it was still pretty early in the morning. He had dreaded this day. Hoped it would never come. But time often flies faster when you try to stop it.

He sneaked past the portrait of the, at the moment, snoozing Mrs Black. Silent as a mouse he walked to the kitchen where almost all the Order members were settled round the table deep in discussion and already half-through their breakfasts. Many members looked up as he passed them to get to a vacant seat.

"Good morning Harry, slept well," asked one of the twins Jenkins as he sat down beside her. He could not tell which one of them. They were as hard to tell apart as Fred and George Weasley.

"Not to bad" he lied thinking of the strange dreams he had lately, the ones about Voldemort taking over that school. Trying to get the chill from his bones, he reached for the steaming teapot, pouring some tea for himself, along with piling up some toast and scrambled eggs. He started to nibble on his toast when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Good to see you up Harry" Lupin said from above, he had entered the kitchen shortly after him. Harry nodded back at Lupin, who smiled before walking over to Moody, who were discussing the articles, from Witch-Weekly, with Carol Jones.

"Good morning Mr Potter" Tonks said behind her copy of the Daily Prophet, two seats away. She was, as usual training for the meeting with the Dark Fairies. But her training was short of freaky as he still had not gotten used to her un-Tonkish tone.

"Hurry up boy, we haven't got all day" Moody said his electric blue eye staring at him from a few seats further down the table. The ex-auror was not touching his food, instead he was drinking from his usual hipflask.

Harry turned back too his breakfast and pretended to eat, while he really listened to the different conversations around him.

"... it was so close. I almost had him, if that scumbag for a wizard hadn't turned up I would have gotten him. If I ever see that Frederic Lockhart again I'll personally will lock him into Azkaban. I only wish he could be more like his younger brother Gilderoy. What a handsome and talented man..."

"... I have the reports you wanted Alastor, but I'm afraid that they aren't what you expected. Still, even if we have the Minister at our side he still hasn't given us free hands to deal with the Dark side. He's holding back the most of the aurors, not giving us the strength we need. It's a good thing so many have joined the Order or it would've be like last time remember..."

"... we have to be extra careful Lynn. I don't think the Dark Lord suspects me, but don't forget what happened too my father. I don't want too end up like him, yet I'm joining the Dark Lord, only so I can gain some inside information for the Order. I hate it, but it's the only way I can revenge him. Yet I swear I'll never really join this side. I have to keep in mind of who I am. I'm a Malfoy, one of the noblest pureblood in the Wizarding world. I have, and will always stay on one side. The same side who made me to the one I am."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. Relax."

"How?"

"Keep in mind that blood doesn't mean anything in reality. Time has changed Draco, we all know that. The time of witches and wizards is trickling through our fingers. The Muggles are the ones who are slowly gaining more and more control of our environments or haven't you ntoiced as well the changes among the wizarding laws. The tighter security, the ways it will be harder for us to move around. We can't change it, no power in the world can change it. All we can do is to accept it. Our time is over. One day we won't exist any longer."

"Don't say that."

Harry leaned closer too the conversation. Draco Malfoy, and the girl named Lynn continued.

"Draco, leave the past behind and continue with your life as a free person, free yourself from the chains that binds you to the past. Your way of thinking sounds so medieval. Please, we live in the 20th century."

"Maybe your right. I haven't thought in that way before. "

"Of course I'm right" She said putting her hand on the boys shoulder. Suddenly she noticed Harry, who were leaning so much to the conversation that he would soon fall to the floor.

"Excuse me, can't two persons keep a private conversation around here."

"Oh, sorry..." Harry said quickly, sitting up straight in his chair. His mind raced in thoughts. He was trying to understand what Malfoy had meant with everything he said. He could not figure out his position within this world anymore.

A few moments later Hermione turned up, her hair lay wet and straight over her shoulders, like she had just arrived from the shower.

"Good morning everyone. Hope there's something left, I'm starving. "

She quickly ran towards the table and helped herself to some delicious breakfast. She sat down opposite of Harry smiling warmly at him. Harry was about to open his mouth to tell him what he just had found out when the kitchen door opened and a strangely dressed Professor McGonagall entered holding a pair of car keys in her hand.

"It's time" she said leading everybody outside.

"Oh! " Hermione said. " But I haven't finished my toast yet."

(Hogwarts)

"Ready" Professor Dumbledore asked.

Cassandra nodded as the old headmaster placed the old Sorting Hat on her head.

"Very well, what have we got here" said the voice. Marvellous to see that old Ravenclaw's daughters have been this healthy. Now were shall I put you. I'm afraid my dear that you won't be able to go to the house of your ancestor, since the time is not right. I thereby will place you in..."

"GRYFFINDOR"

Cassandra blinked stupidly for a while before taking the hat from her head. Dumbledore smiled warmly at her, but she could not smile back.

She simply felt defeated.

Eagles sees the dark horizon

Badgers looms in the night

Lions roars in the desert

The snake will bite it's own tail

TBC