A/N: Here is chapter four. Sorry for the delay, writer's block has been hampering my progress on both of my stories. For those of you who asked, the reason that the Wealseys are against Harry is because the spell he had to use to destroy Voldemort was very dark magic. The Weasleys don't associate with dark wizards, especially after the war with Voldemort. And for those that said the twins would support Harry, normally I'd agree with you. However, Harry has been gone for four years. During that time, the whole of Britain (well the wizarding community anyway) have been bombarded with newspaper articles and magazine editorials smearing his name and his reputation. Its kind of like it was during OoTP, except the anti Potter campaign has been allowed to go on for years. No one (save Ginny, Remus and Tonks) has heard a word from Harry in his defense to any of the allegations put forth by the Weasleys, the Ministry, or the wizarding media. I hope this clears some things up.

Chapter 4 ~ Meeting

Tonks and Remus slowly made their way out of the den with Lily, leaving the Harry and Ginny alone for a moment. They made their way to Lily's bedroom upstairs.

"Why is Aunty Ginny and Uncle Harry crying?" the little girl asked her parents.

"They're just happy to see each other, Lily," Tonks replied as tears began to well in her eyes too.

"Lily, stay here in your room, Mommy and Daddy need to talk," Remus told the little girl.

"Okay, Daddy," she beamed as she began playing with her stuffed hippogriff.

Remus gently grabbed a confused Tonks by her arm and softly led her to the master bedroom.

"What is it, Remus?" Tonks asked after her husband closed the door and muttered a silencing spell.

"Harry has decided to help fight the dark wizard," Remus said quickly.

Tonks sighed in visible frustration. "You're sure about the threat of another dark lord?" she asked.

"Positive. Even more so, now that Harry is back. He told me that earlier tonight his scar hurt again."

"But that hasn't happened since You-Know-Who!" Tonks exclaimed in fear as her face paled quite visibly.

"I know," Remus replied darkly. "I don't know exactly what all this means, but I do know that something evil is looming in the near future."

"What is Harry going to do to help?"

"I don't know. He hasn't agreed to anything specific yet. However, I think he would be most beneficial as an internal spy."

"Remus, do you know how dangerous that is? You can't ask Harry to do that. I'm a metamorphmagus like him, let me do it."

"No," Remus said firmly. He spoke again quickly, stifling the response from his feisty wife. "First off, you're pregnant. They wouldn't have any use for a pregnant witch among the ranks of the opposition. Secondly, Harry would understand the danger and never let you do anything like that when he could do it."

"But," Tonks began, "but what if they ask him to do something horrible?"

"Like what?" Remus asked knowingly.

"What if they ask him to kill innocent people? What if they asked him to kill one of us?"

"Tonks, you know as well as I do that Harry would never hurt an innocent person- or us for that matter. He's an intelligent young man, he'll figure out how to get around those things. Besides, if he can relay the information back to us, then we can be there to stop anything.

"I think its time to reform the Order of the Phoenix," he continued. "We need to contact all the old members, everyone that is faithful to Harry. I'll need to contact Moody, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick…"

"Basically everyone but the Weasleys, huh?" Tonks chimed in.

"Well, I've never really trusted Mundungus Fletcher."

"Dumbledore trusted him."

"Ahh, how could I have forgotten Dumbledore?" Remus smacked himself on the forehead.

"Um, dear, Professor Dumbledore is dead," Tonks said, eyeing her husband with worry.

Remus' eyes glazed over for a second before he answered. "No, no. Not Albus, I'm talking about Aberforth."

"Isn't he crazy? That's what everyone else says."

Remus chuckled. "What does everyone else say about Harry? Are they right?"

Tonks got the point and lowered her gaze from Remus to the floor.

"Okay, I don't want to disturb Harry and Ginny right now, so I'll use the fire in the dining room while you use the one in here. I'll contact Moody, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. You contact Snape, Shacklebolt, and anyone else you think is trustworthy. And actually, call the Weasleys too. Harry will be in disguise for the meeting so I don't see any reason to exclude them."

"Other than the fact that they are completely rude to us at every chance they get. They basically kicked Ginny out of the Burrow because she won't stop spending time with us. They take advantage of every opportunity to spread lies about Harry…"

"Tonks, please stop. If we are to protect others and ourselves from this evil, then we will need to work together with the Weasleys, even if they don't realize they are working on Harry's side."

Tonks sighed. She really didn't want to have to endure a berating from Molly Weasely.

"Look, why don't you call McGonagall, and I'll take care of the Weasleys." Remus said, noticing the panic in her face at the realization that she would be fire-calling the Burrow. She visibly relaxed.

"Thank you, Remus. I really don't want to deal with Molly right now."

"You may have to anyway, I'm going to try to get everyone here tonight."

Tonks shook her head in exasperation. "You know, if Molly and Ron would stop being so unreasonable, the rest of the Weasleys as well as Hermione would come around quickly. The only reason they believe the rumors about Harry is because of those two and the media."

"I know, Tonks. However, Molly is a very strong willed person, and she has chosen to use her control over her own family over this matter."

"C'mon, lets get this over with," Tonks said as she moved toward the fireplace. "Good luck," she said as she kissed her husband quickly.

"You too," Remus replied.

As Remus left the bedroom, he heard the fire swell and then heard his wife call out "Severus Snape." He then crossed through the silencing charm he had erected earlier, Leaving him unable to hear anything.

He made his way silently to the dining room. Pointing his wand at the fireplace, he muttered, "Incendio," before throwing a handful of the shimmering floo powder into the fire.

"Alastor Moody," he called out as he pushed his head into the fire.

Soon the mangled face of the retired Auror appeared in Remus's vision.

"What can I do for you Remus?" Moody asked.

"I'm calling an emergency meeting of the Order here at the old headquarters," Remus replied.

"I'll be there in just a second."

"Thanks."

Remus then removed his head from the fire and started the process over again to call the next person. After a few minutes, he had called everyone except the Weasleys.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered to himself as he grabbed another handful of floo powder. "The Burrow," he yelled before shoving his face once again into the fire.

"Hello!" he called. "Molly, Arthur! Is anyone there?"

"Remus, what is it?" he heard as the face of Arthur Weasley floated before him.

"Arthur," Remus began, "Something has happened. I'm calling an emergency meeting of the Order."

"Same place as before?" Arthur asked.

"Yes."

"You can count on Molly and I. We'll bring the whole family."

"Good. Be here in about thirty minutes."

Planning his speech to the Order in his head, Remus went to the living room to discuss the upcoming meeting with Harry and Ginny. When he stopped at the doorway, his eyes fell upon Harry and Ginny, still embracing each other. They were also kissing with a delicate urgency. It would have been obvious to a complete stranger that these two had not seen each other in a very long time. Tears of joy and pride welled in Remus' eyes. Joy for the fact that Harry was back and no longer lost to them. Pride for and in the young man and woman who had grown up so quickly.

Remus wanted to give them more time, but he knew that the various members of the Order of the Phoenix would be arriving shortly. Remus cleared his throat, but it was drowned out by the sound of the doorbell. Remus opened the front door to Moody, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Aberforth Dumbledore.

"You rang, Mr. Lupin," Dumbledore smiled as he spoke.

~*~*~

Holding Ginny sent a rush unlike any other through Harry's body. Her gentle warmth seeped through his skin, causing his insides to flutter uncontrollably. A million thoughts ran through his head, yet his head felt so empty that he swore his breath was echoing in his ears.

Pulling her even closer to him, he inhaled the scent of her hair. It had been four long years since he had seen this woman, let alone touched her. He was going to experience as much of her as he could in this moment.

"I can't believe you're actually here," Ginny whispered softly. She pulled back just enough to be able to look into his eyes. "I have missed you so much," she said as she traced his scar, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ginny, you don't know how often I've dreamt of this moment. Of course, in my dreams I'm always suave and I sweep you right off of your feet. I'm not a bumbling prat who's rooted to where he stands and mutters silly poetry lines when he sees you."

"Harry," she whispered, "You swept me off my feet the moment I knew it was you."

"I have something for you," Harry said as he removed his miniature trunk from his pocket. "I made this the other day." His trunk magically expanded to its normal size without so much as even a wink from Harry. He reached in and fished out the painting of Ginny and Lily that he had made. After a few minutes of rummaging, he finally found the painting.

"Oh, Harry! It's beautiful. You made this?" Ginny asked in awe.

"Remus sent me this photograph," Harry displayed the photo. "I don't know, it just inspired me."

"I never knew you could paint," Ginny said as she smiled at the painting.

"Neither did I until I went to Paris."

Her attention was drawn back to Harry. "Paris? Is that where you've been this whole time?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to go too far and be out of owling range."

"I've always wanted to go to Paris. What's it like?"

Harry grimaced. "Lets' just say that the only way I would go back would be if it was with you."

"What do you mean, Harry?" she asked as she gingerly set the painting down on the sofa.

"Paris was a prison for me. Sure, I could walk about in public, but I had to stay disguised the entire time. Plus, there was no one there for me to talk to except Hedwig. It's really strange to think that I was still there just a few hours ago. So much has changed in such a short amount of time."

Harry trailed off. Lost in his own train of thought, Harry remained silent for a long time before he began to speak again.

"I've gone a long time being isolated from everyone that I know. I spent that whole time in Paris, so it's natural that I harbor some ill will toward the city.

Ginny lifted her eyes to meet Harry's gaze. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you."

"Ginny, nothing you did or didn't do caused what happened You don't have nothing to apologize for."

"Harry, my family practically lead the way for that toad of a minister we have to put you on the wanted list." Ginny was openly crying now.

Harry pulled her close, not being able to stand the sight of her crying. "Shh, it's okay, Gin. Don't cry." Harry held her like that for a few minutes while she regained her composure.

She suddenly looked directly into his eyes and spoke again. "I love you, Harry."

At those words, Harry broke down completely. He sank to the ground, his knees no longer strong enough to support his weight. Ginny immediately dropped to his level and engulfed him in a warm and loving hug. Harry clung to the red headed witch like a lifeline. Uncontrollable sobs wracked through his body as she tenderly held him close.

"Harry, what's the matter? What is it?" she pleaded.

"I've almost forgotten what those words mean," he said in a lifeless voice. He stood and tried to put some distance in-between Ginny and himself.

Unfaltering, Ginny stood too, and slowly began moving toward Harry. Everything was quiet as she walked toward him and he continued to look away from her. It seemed to take an eternity for her to finally reach Harry. When she did she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing him from his depressed reverie.

"Then I'll just have to remind you," she said as she ran her fingers over his cheek and grabbing his face with both of her hands. She leaned up on her toes and closed the distance between them. The kiss that ensued was short and chaste, much to Ginny's disappointment.

Harry pulled out of the kiss looking dazed. Slowly the confusion in his eyes gave way to desire, and he pulled Ginny into his arms and lowered his head into another kiss. This time, Ginny was not disappointed at all. The kiss was passionate, but not wanton. There was a restless but calm urgency behind the kiss. The kiss seemed to go on for hours and yet only last a few short seconds all at the same time.

"I've missed you so much, Ginny," Harry whispered against her lips.

"I've missed you too, Harry," she responded breathlessly.

Again they kissed in the same passionate manner as before. After a few more blissful moments, Harry could feel Remus watching the two of them. Ignoring his sensors, Harry deepened the kiss. Ginny's tongue sought entrance into Harry's mouth, and he granted it willingly. Just as Harry was beginning to taste the inside of Ginny's mouth, the doorbell rang.

Harry pulled away from Ginny quickly, the fear evident on his face. White as a ghost, Harry's face suddenly changed from his soft features. His chin squared and a cleft appeared. His hair turned an almost platinum blonde and lengthened to just past his shoulders. His eyes turned from their emerald green to jet-black. Ginny almost shivered at the sight, he was quite eerie. Harry gave her a reassuring smile as they heard Remus speaking with some people in the entry hall.

"Please wait here a moment," they heard Remus say. Seconds later he and Tonks entered the den. Pausing slightly at the now intimidating Harry. "Harry," he began, "Tonks and I have called an emergency meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone that is here now is trustworthy and on your side. However, I must warn you, and you as well, Ginny that the Weasley family will be here in nearly twenty minutes…All of them. If you want to reveal yourself to those who are here now, you can. For the meeting though, you will have to be in disguise."

"I don't want anyone else to know who I really am. Not yet. I know exactly what you are going to want me to do to help fight against the rising evil, and I don't want anyone to know that it's me doing it."

If Harry's knowledge of the task surprised Remus, he didn't show it. "Very well then. What shall we call you?"

"While here, I want you all to call me Layne. My name will be Layne Staley. I'm an American acquaintance of yours, Remus. I work as a consulate for the American Magical Government. Ginny and Tonks, you both have just met me tonight." All three nodded.

"C'mon," said Tonks, "let's get this place rearranged." Tonks began to magically move chairs around, when Harry placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Let me do it," he said. He closed his eyes and held out his arms to his sides. Slowly raising them to shoulder height, a slight breeze played across his face as light flashed. Suddenly, the room was completely rearranged and ready for a meeting. There was a podium just before the fireplace, and many comfortable looking armchairs had replaced the sofas.

"Wow," Ginny muttered under her breath.

"Perfect, I'll usher them in then," Remus said, slightly dazed.

One by one Harry saw the many faces of his past enter the room: McGonagall, Moody, Snape, Shacklebolt, Dumbledore.

Dumbledore!!?? Harry thought.

Noticing the confused look on Harry's transfigured face, Tonks leaned in and whispered, "That's Aberforth, not Albus."

"Isn't he crazy?" Harry asked quietly.

Tonks smirked as she replied. "Aren't you evil?"

Harry seemed to ponder this for a moment before nodding and responding. "Good point."

As each member present took their seat, Remus stood at the small podium to address them all.

"I believe we're only waiting on the Weasleys. They should be along in a few minutes," he said to the group.

"What do we need those old codgers for?" Moody piped up.

"Because, Alastor, if what I fear is happening is true, than we are all going to need to work together for the greater good."

It was then that the doorbell rang again. Realizing who would be joining the assembly soon, Harry began to steel himself. It would take all of his patience and tolerance to not lash out at the Weasleys.

Within moments, the color red had filled in the entire room. First to enter was Arthur. He was followed closely by: Molly, Charlie, Fred (or George), George (or Fred), Bill, Ron and then Hermione. Mr. Weasley had his trademark silly grin plastered all over his face as he waved jovially to the small crowd.

"Hello, all," he said. "Didn't think we'd be meeting here like this again so soon."

"Hello, Arthur, Molly," Remus offered in greetings. The rest of the members of the Order waved in succession as they greeted each of the Weasleys.

As the large family found seats, Remus began. "I'm sure you are all wondering exactly why you have been summoned here tonight. I assure you, the purpose of our meeting is not mere nostalgia. As you all know, the Order of the Phoenix is an ancient organization. It was formed almost a half a century ago. Its purpose is to destroy any threat to the magical society. When we last formed, it was to subdue Voldemort in his second rise to power." Harry noticed that there was no recoil at the name of Voldemort.

"Upon the downfall of Voldemort brought on by Harry Potter, the Order had disbanded, believing the world we live in to finally be in peace. Unfortunately, however, the waters of evil are beginning to stir again here on the isle. It is for this reason I have called you all here. Something is beginning, and I fear that if we do not band together again and act now, we may be on the brink of yet another war."

"What makes you say this, Remus?" asked McGonagall.

"The other night, while I was in my transformed state," he began.

"You mean while you were a wolf," Snape chimed in, taking a cheap shot at Remus.

"Yes," Remus said as he nodded. "Anyway, the other night, I felt the call."

"What call?" Molly asked snidely, her nose turned up at all of the talk of werewolves.

"The call of the dark. You see, when a dark wizard is trying to gain followers, one of the first things they do is send a call to dark creatures. Werewolves, vampires, even some giants can hear it."

"Oh dear," Molly muttered.

"You're sure it was the dark call?" Hermione Weasley asked.

"The dark call is very distinct. It cannot be mistaken for anything else. Though, I'm sure you've read that already," drawled the contemptuous voice of Harry's former Potions professor.

I'm starting to like him more already. Harry thought.

Hermione looked quite put out by the comment from Snape.

"Severus is right. The dark call is a definable feeling. It is not one that can be easily mistaken," Remus said.

"Tell me, Remus," Snape began, "what exactly do you have planned for this new threat?"

"I already have a spy ready to be planted. All he has to do is find the source of the threat."

"And who, pray tell, is the spy?" piped Ron.

"You'll forgive me, Ron, for not offering that type of sensitive information about. I believe that with our limited knowledge on the threat, it is important to keep as many advantages as we can get."

"Three guesses as to just who is behind the whole thing!" Ron exclaimed as he looked directly into Ginny's eyes.

"Oh! Shove off it, Ron," Ginny told him.

"YOU WEREN'T THERE. YOU DIDN'T SEE IT. HIS EYES WERE AS RED AS WEASLEY HAIR! HE'S EVIL! MARK MY WORD, HE'S THE ONE BEHIND THIS NEW DARKNESS!"

Harry was squeezing the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles were ghostly white from the pressure. He could see Ginny eyeing him cautiously. Remus moved to stand before him, his back to Harry.

Sighing, Remus said, "I can assure you, Ron, that Harry is not the one causing this new threat."

"How do you know?" Ron calmly asked.

"I can't tell you how I know."

"Where's Harry now? Where's he been for the last four years?"

"I don't know where Harry has been," Remus answered truthfully.

"It's because he's been practicing the dark arts and slowly gaining support. It's him out there. I would bet my life on it."

Snape shot a deathly sneer at the red headed young man. "If this new threat is a result from Potter, it'll be all of you," he waved his sallow finger at the entire Weasley clan minus Ginny, "to blame. Especially you two," he said, resting his eyes on Ron and Hermione.

"I've had enough of this," Molly said. "Remus, we will be more than willing to help fight against Potter and any followers he may have garnered. You know how to contact us. Come, Arthur, children."

The rest of the Weasleys rose and followed Molly out of the room. Arthur was the last to leave.

"Sorry about all of that," he said to the room.

"ARTHUR!" Molly yelled from the entrance hall.

Mr. Weasley gave a small yelp of horror before quickly leaving the room.

"Before we progress any further, young Remus, perhaps you could introduce us to the blonde individual sitting to Miss Virginia's right." spoke Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Ah, thank you sir," Remus replied.

"Call me Aberforth, please."

"Yes sir, Aberforth. This is Layne Staley, an American acquaintance of mine. He is a consulate of the American Magical Government."

"American?" asked Professor McGonagall. "What are you doing in England?"

"I wonder the same thing sometimes," Harry replied with an American accent. He turned to Remus. "Remus, I've decided that it's alright, as long as the Weasleys aren't here, I don't see the danger in letting the others know the truth."

"Are you sure?" Remus asked.

"As long as we can get an oath from everyone that what is revealed here, stays here."

Remus looked around to everyone who didn't know the truth. "I'm sure everyone here would be willing to take a Wizard's Oath," he said.

Everyone in the room nodded. The moment after the last person nodded their head in consent, a chill filled the air as Harry magically sealed the wizard's oath. It was then, that Severus Snape put the puzzle together.

"Potter," he mumbled just audible enough for everyone to hear him. There was a low mumble among those who didn't already know about Harry's return. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Harry retransfigured his face back to his normal features.

McGonagall almost fainted, Moody grinned his malicious grin (at least Harry thought it was a grin), Kingsley's jaw dropped almost to the floor, Aberforth just twinkled like his brother, and Snape gave a knowing sneer.

 "Unfortunately, there is little time for pleasantries," Harry said. "What Remus has told you isn't the whole story. Earlier tonight, while I was still away from the isle, my scar exploded in pain. That hasn't happened since Voldemort. I'm not sure exactly what it means yet, but I'm working on it."

Snape continued his malevolent sneer towards Harry as he continued. "I am the one who AAAAGHHH!!!" Harry gripped his forehead in sheer agony. The small cluster of people gathered around him as he collapsed.

"Harry! Harry, are you alright?" Ginny asked as she stroked his hair, his head lying in her lap.

Harry's eyes snapped open, the pain evident in his emerald pools. He slowly looked at the faces around him before settling his eyes back on Ginny. In a hoarse voice he whispered, "the heir!"

A/N: A million thanks go out to dolphingirl79 and The Keymaker for being my willing guinea pigs in this endeavor. I make a million mistakes that none of you ever see because of them. Thanks so much, guys. Also, thanks for all of the reviews. I've been overwhelmed by the support for this story. Thank you so much. Please review this chapter. It really does help to know that people are enjoying the story.