I think I saw bigfoot…oh wait! It's a chapter!

Okay, sorry for the wait. I haven't really had a life until now. Didn't realize how busy I'd be this semester. Thanks for sticking with me! As always, reviews make the world go 'round! (Well, this one at least.)

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"Weasley. Up. Now."

Ron's eyes snapped open, and he found himself standing before his mind had completely caught up with his actions. Following habit, he continued moving, staring at the man in the doorway warily.

"Moody?"

The gruff man nodded, as Ron slid a shirt over his head and slid his wand out of the ever-present holster on his forearm.

"What is it?"

"Meet in the office. Now. I'm gathering everyone together. Dumbledore is on his way."

"Yes, sir."

Moody turned and left, leaving a puzzled and slightly nervous Ron to tie up his boots. After all, emergency meetings in the middle of the night were rarely good news.

Snatching up his cloak, he swept out of his small room and heading towards the office.

~*~*~*~*~

"Who the hell could have done it?"

The news that the greenhouses deep in the Forbidden Forest had been blown up had come as a huge shock to every member of the Order who was present. The fact that someone or some group had succeeded in a task that had claimed just over a dozen lives was shocking.

"Alas, I'm afraid this is not the only news I have to give you all." Ex-professor Albus Dumbledore stood at the head of a large Mahogany table, staring out at them all with clear blue eyes.

Everyone sat silently, waiting.

Ron still wasn't sure how he felt about the secondary attack on the greenhouses. On one hand, it meant that the Order of the Phoenix had a potential alley willing to spit in Voldemort's face. On the other hand, this pseudo-ally was a dangerous entity, probably a well-coordinated group that could operate undetected under Voldemort's very nose. There was no clearly-defined motive, nothing to prove that this was in fact a group outside of Voldemort's control—this could just be a clever ploy created by Voldemort. But to what ends? Ron let the thoughts run through his head in a jumble as he waited for the headmaster to continue.

"After these events, I did some searching of my own, and have found that there have been a string of Death Eater killings. Alone, each death seemed like a freak accident, or a lucky shot in a battle. However, looking at them as a string of murders, there is a certain consistency that runs through them all. I have been led to the conclusion that someone is killing off Voldemort's followers."

Everyone sat back and digested this bit of information. They were not the only group fighting back against the Dark Lord's oppression, they knew, but they knew of the groups, occasionally worked together. That Dumbledore had not mentioned any of the other Guerrilla groups led the Order members to believe that they too were unaware of this newcomer to the fight.

"How long have these killings been taking place?"

Dumbledore shrugged slightly. "The best information I can gather leads me to believe that they have been happening for several years, possibly up to seven or eight years. They were much sloppier in the past, but they are unmistakably the product of the same person."

Bill Weasley leaned forward, staring intently at the headmaster. "You think it's one person then, not a group?"

Dumbledore turned to Bill, and nodded. "Yes. I do believe that this is the work of one person. My best guess leads me to believe that this person was once a high-ranking member of the death eaters, who for some reason has become disenchanted or…has decided to usurp the Dark Lord."

Silence met the end of this statement, as everyone considered the possibilities. This person was destroying Voldemort's ranks without the Dark Lord's knowledge; how powerful was he?

Laughter exploded from the back corner of the room, ignored by the rest of the order.

Harry slid down the wall, clutching his stomach with his good arm.

"Oh, that's a good one!" He cackled. "Everyone bow to the Dark Lord Harry!" He lost it again, lying on the floor, howling with mirth.

"How did you receive this information?" Moody questioned. Harry sobered up instantly, leaning in to better hear the answer.

Dumbledore considered his words carefully for a moment, before speaking.

"I have a contact who is able to keep an eye on the actions of Voldemort. This person is keeping me well informed, and has my trust."

Harry narrowed his eyes at that, thinking over all the faces he'd come to memorize. One of them was a mole? He grinned wickedly. Well, he had his next project. He could use a mole.

"How do you know you can trust this contact?" Ron spoke up. Harry stared at his old friend for a moment before letting his gaze slide to the old man.

Dumbledore smiled slightly. "We have a working agreement. I have received much valuable information that has led me to believe we have an ally willing to work against Voldemort from the inside."

Harry moved until he was standing behind Kingsley Shacklebolt. He curiously traced a finger down the large scar that ran down the back of the man's bald head, before leaning in and whispering in his ear.

"Is it possible this informant is the one behind the killings? Could he be playing both sides?"

Harry stood, never taking his eyes off Dumbledore.

"I do not believe so, no. The informant was only made aware of these killings after the destruction of the greenhouses, when Voldemort flew into a rage with his remaining followers who had been present at the time of the explosion."

"Hate to be him." Harry muttered. He stepped over behind a silent Tonks, her hair black and shoulder-length at the moment. He leaned down to her ear much like he had with Kingsley and whispered.

She didn't say anything, just stared ahead, lost in thought.

"Dammit, Tonks. You could be a bit of a help, you know?" He leaned close to her ear again and spoke louder. "Why is this an emergency meeting?"

Nothing.

Harry smacked the woman on the back of her head. "Bad Tonks! I want to ask a question!"

She remained impassive, listening as the meeting continued. Harry slumped for a moment. Sometimes, he just wasn't able to get through to people. Usually he could, but…

He looked around at all the serious faces. They had been dragged up out of bed at two in the morning to be told something that could have easily waited until daybreak. Why wasn't anyone questioning this?

"Sir?" Harry glanced over at Ron, who was looking around with some confusion.

"Go ahead." Dumbledore urged.

"Well, we appreciate the information and all, but why did you call this meeting now? Why not wait until later? I was under the impression that this was an emergency meeting."

"Yes!" Harry cheered. "I knew you were my friend for a reason!"

Dumbledore's face grew serious. "Alas, my contact did have some disturbing news. Voldemort is aware that one among him is a spy. He is planning an attack, yet I believe he will give different information to his various followers. We may receive news of an attack within a day or so, but I urge you all not to act on that information until I can confirm its validity. I called this meeting now because I have no way of knowing when this warning may come. It could be in two hours, or two days. I needed you to be informed."

Harry stared at the headmaster without seeing, deep in thought. Well, he definitely had his work cut out for him. It would be exhausting, but every once in a while he needed to feel exhausted. It let him know he was still alive. With a grin, Harry turned to his previous headmaster.

"Well sir, thank you for the information, but I really do have to leave. Pressing matters and all. Ta!" With a final salute, he turned and walked back through the wall.