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A/N: Thanks to Science-Fantasy93 for reviewing! My first review :D on this story at least! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

What News?

It had been a few weeks since Harry gave his presentation with the reports of the woman I had found. The Order had asked us to do a follow up, and me and Ron scavenged around for more information on it. We received, as if on cue, with another anonymous letter. Same style of writing, same topic. We hoped it was the same guy. They told us of how they wanted to meet with us and give us some information not just about the person of importance from before but also about some strategies the Dark Lord was coming up with. We immediately responded to this, and we met with them the other day. They gave us some good news, mainly about the woman and a few things about his hideouts, but there was a bit of bad news. Harry was the one who met with them. He insisted on going. We managed to finally hide the scar with make up, and changed his appearance. The first time he'd been truly out and doing stuff in months.

When he returned to the apartment, our current place of address, he just told me gravely that he had news. I asked him, "What news?" But he just went to work on a report for the Order. I tried getting him to talk but he refused. He finally holed himself up in the bathroom with his report and didn't come out. I finally left, and was a little late to a meeting with one of my spies. We exchanged greetings and he gave me an update on some recent changes among the ranks, but nothing was really important. I then went to Flourish and Blotts and looked up any spells that we might need in the near future.

Harry was acting strange this morning. He's never closed off about stuff. Especially not know that sharing information is all part of our job. How could he just say 'news,' and walk off? And he seemed to be writing that report pretty hurriedly. Perhaps its not just a report... maybe...

I couldn't help but think the worst of this situation. This wasn't like Harry. But of course, Harry had a right to keep to himself about somethings. I mean he was Harry Potter, he requires some privacy after all, everyone does. I suddenly noticed how quickly time had flown by. It was already dark outside, and judging by the placement of the moon, Harry and Ron had expected me back a while ago.

I hurried to the apartment, eager to hear Harry's explanation, but when I got there all he said was 'News.' And walked away. I looked at Ron to see if Harry's disposition had changed for him and he shrugged and shook his head.

"Harry! What news? That's all you've said all day? Now what news did you hear from this anonymous person?" I asked him staring him straight in the eyes. Then I saw it. The way he looked at me, the way his eyes seemed to grow dark with sorrow, the way his mouth turned down, and his expression became worrisome. Something happened. Bad news. Very bad news had come with what little good news we had gotten.

"Voldemort knows where the Order is." Was all he could say at first. I looked between him and Ron, hoping to find something that would tell me what we were going to do. But I found nothing. They looked as confused and worried as I did.

"The Order? Which part?" Ron asked tentatively after a few moments. Harry looked up at us, his eyes tired and he looked as if in those few seconds he had aged a decade. I looked from Ron to Harry and I knew the answer.

"All of it." My worst fears confirmed. Voldemort had taken care and had found out where every faction was, where every small part hid, where every pure blood was hidden among the muggles and mudbloods.

"Harry. What do we do? How long do we have?" I asked Harry, putting my hand on top of his. He looked down at my hand and took it in his own. He patted my hand a motion that he hadn't done in awhile. The last time he did that...

"No... Harry you can't be serious. That will never work." I said looking at Harry, Ron was so confused he stared between the two of us, unsure of what was going on.

"Hermione there's nothing else we can do. There's nothing else I can do. The prophecy said only one shall live as the other dies. I must die, so that all of you may live. Its the only option we have. If I don't give myself up to Voldemort and come up with a plan to distract him from everyone else, the rest of the Order and the converted pure bloods can get away without being harmed. And you and Ron can get out too. Don't worry." Harry said, as if he was discussing the menu options for lunch.

"Are you absolutely bonkers?" Finally Ron had caught up with the conversation. "You can't do that! Harry, what part of sacrificing yourself sounds like a good idea?" He asked, his mouth wide open.

"The part where you all can escape and be free! I would rather die than see Hermione or Ginny or you prisoner to the wretched creep!" Harry said defiantly. I looked at Ron and rolled my eyes.

"We're helping you." We said in unison. Harry looked at us like we were the ones considering near suicide to save a few hundred people. Of course now that I put it that way it sounds like a slightly ok thing to do... no! I will not give in to this madness. Harry had no need to die. Absolutely no need!

"I am not going to put your lives in danger! You are going to get as far away from here as possible do you understand? I don't want to risk it." Harry said looking mainly at me. Harry was my best friend my brother nearly. He should know better than to think I'll leave him alone.

"Harry, we've been best mates since 1st year. And I've done some pretty stupid things, but this is out right idiotic. We are not leaving you to go die. I'm not deterring you from your path to suicide, I'm just saying, we three people we can distract them and give those escaping, thrice the amount of time they'd have with just you. I implore you to try a different route but if thats truly the only option you see open, I can understand that and I will stand by your side." Ron said clapping his hand to Harry's shoulder. Harry looked slightly less worried, and a bit relieved.

"We're your best friends Harry. Never doubt that." I said clasping his hand tightly.

"I never did."

And so we talked strategy. We talked how we could get into his head quarters, and trick all the Death Eaters into one place so we could distract them and get everyone to safety. We quickly packed up where we were currently lodged and relocated to the main head quarters for the Order of the Phoenix. For days we talked strategy with the Order's head strategist, and eventually a plan was formed. All Order members and pure blood converts were told to congregate at the main headquarters. A full three days before the raid, everyone associated with the Order, was at the main head quarters.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the current leader of the Order told everyone our plan. Not the entirety of it, or even the details. Just when they would have a time frame to leave and escape to freedom outside the country. Kingsley told everyone that they had a limited amount of time to escape and should do so in a timely fashion. For those too young to Apparate Kingsley would provide a means of getting out of the country that would be quick and easy.

All the families and individuals were told the risks they would be taking if they fled the country. They were told what would happen if they were caught. They all still agreed to leave. I looked around at the frightened people learning of their escape plan. They had a right to be scared. How could they trust their lives in the hands of three just barely of age wizards? Who in their right mind would trust us? Hermione knew deep down inside it was because of Harry. Something about him instilled hope and inspiration in the hearts of these people. They loved him and they trusted him as well.

I looked around at everyone, and I knew that things were going to be so much different in a few days. If all went well, Harry wasn't going to die, he would survive and lead the new front against Voldemort and his followers. However if it all went as planned, and perfectly as planned, Voldemort would be dead, and his followers disheartened and disbanded. But even I knew that was a hopeful chance. And a long shot.

Kingsley, after making sure everyone knew what to do, went to his private quarters and asked the three of us to join him. We followed him in and closed the door behind us. He took a deep breath and turned to look at us. His eyes were full of worry and sorrow. "Do you know what you are getting into?" He asked us, his hand rubbing his forehead. We all looked at each other, confused at what he meant. We nodded, in near unison. He sighed and sat down at his desk.

"This is extremely risky. Is there any possible way I could change your mind? This is too risky, much too risky for you three kids to attempt to do. You are barely of age and you're attempting to over throw Voldemort and everything he's done. I know that you've been doing this since your 1st year in Hogwarts, but... don't you think it's too dangerous to risk your lives?" Kingsley asked us. I couldn't believe he was asking this of us. He wanted us to stop this attack on Voldemort and play it safe. But we all knew that if we wanted to win, we couldn't play it safe.

"We can't... we won't play it safe if thats what you're asking. We won't win if we play it safe, and if we plan on gaining freedom we need to fight hard and take risks. There's nothing you can do or say to stop this. We need to do this. We need to fight or we'll lost everything we've worked for. I'm sorry Kingsley." Harry said, looking Kingsley straight in the face. Kingsley nodded and dismissed us. I looked at Harry who was sad at having defied his leader but I knew Harry. He wasn't going to let someone tell him he couldn't take his revenge on his parent's killer.

We had three days until the attack. And knowing Harry, he was going to spend all three of those days cementing and going over every detail. This was the most important thing to him, and he wasn't going to mess it up. Ron was just as dedicated to the cause as Harry was. But I couldn't bear to sit around and talk about something that might go terribly wrong and end up killing us all. I walked throughout the head quarters looking for something, anything to get my mind off the attack. I found something interesting. A book on the Malfoys. Might as well read up on them. They'll either be crawling to us for help, or I'll be prisoner to them. Might as well know who and what I'm dealing with. Right? I fell asleep the night before the attack feeling... almost ready. I knew that what we were getting into would take a little courage to get through, but I knew we had done all we could to prepare for this. We knew what we were doing.

During the night I tossed and turned and was in a sort of half trance-like state. I was having dreams without actually being asleep. It was strange. Something made me wake up. Something was out of order. Something was not right. It was cold and dark outside when I woke up. The moon still shone in the night sky, a silver glow illuminating everything just outside my window. I looked out and saw a lone figure just standing there, looking straight up at me. The way they looked, the way they appeared down there on the street, it was like they were looking straight at me, like they had been waiting for me to appear for awhile. A slight movement was acknowledgement that they saw me. I don't know how long I stood there, watching whoever was watching me, but however long it was, a light outside turned on for some bizarre reason. When the light appeared whoever it was turned and ran. But I had seen something that frightened me a little. A small flash of white blonde hair.

A/N: So I updated early in honor of the release of the 7th movie! :D I saw it at Midnight and it was AMAZING! If you haven't seen, watch it! The best of the Potter films yet :) I hope you like this chapter. Next chapter will be MUUUCH bigger and it'll be nearly a week til I update.