September 30th, 1996

Chamber of Secrets, Hogwarts School

Fred and George Weasley presented their newest contraption to Nathan and Hermione proudly. After several months of work, they had completed a device that could aid substantially in whittling down Voldemort's forces, dozens at a time.

"If you power this rune here," one twin proclaimed, pointing at the spherical casing, "it starts a runic timer, see, and when it counts down to zero-"

"- the runes open the bag, and that detonates the thing."

"The real beauty is when it explodes near wards."
"It amplifies the explosion. We got the idea from our brother Bill, he's-"

"-a cursebreaker, see, and he uses these little 'thimble-sacks' to bring down wards, and they work on a very similar principle. But you have to be careful with them, see, because if too many go off at a time-"
"-it causes ward cascade failure, turning the entire warded area into a smoking crater," they proclaimed as one.

Nathan nodded. "How many can you make?"
"Right now? Ten, maybe fifteen if we get a good deal on parts."

"Alright. Make that your number one priority."

Five heads looked at each other in confusion. Weren't there other things to be done, far more important than a way to blow up Death Eaters? Sure, safe-houses could be destroyed easily, but was it really worth ordering the Weasley twins to make producing chaos bombs their main task?

'We can't wait any longer,' Daphne thought. 'If we let him keep this up, he'll lead us to ruin.'

-o-

Great Hall, Hogwarts School

"... I so swear, so mote it be," Kingsley Shacklebolt proclaimed solemnly. As he finished speaking, a swirl of golden light surrounded him, and then faded away.

"I hereby call this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix to order," he said at last. "First on our agenda, Fletcher, do you have anything new to report about Chimera?"

"Nofink, sir. None of my contacts report a murmur we haven't already 'eard. Well, actually, they 'ave started placing bounties on dozens'f people on the continent. Each one so far's been a Death Eater."

"How could they possibly know?" Lily whispered to her husband.

"I have no idea," he responded quietly.

Shacklebolt handled his first meeting as head of the Order fairly well, all things considered. It was not all that different from being an Auror captain, he decided, except for the scale.

An hour after the meeting began, Kingsley brought it to a close. After everyone else had left the manor hall, he retired to the office Moody had appropriated for use by the head of the Order. A file on the desk caught his attention. 'Nathaniel Charles Potter,' it was titled.

-o-

October 5th, 1996

Great Hall, Hogwarts School

"Mr. Potter?" Shacklebolt said. "May I have a word with you?"

"About what?" Nathan asked.

"Before he died, Moody created a series of files about various people. Yours was at the top of the stack."

"What was the purpose of these files?" He asked suspiciously.

"They were an assessment of eligibility for recruitment into the Order of the Phoenix."

Nathan stared at him in a condescending manner, as though saying, 'tell me the truth.'

"You think I'm joking, Mr Potter? Have a look for yourself." He handed over a fairly thick folder with his name written quite clearly on the front. "It contains every official document pertaining to you, from your hospital records and your test scores to every article ever published that mentions you. It also contains notes written by Alastor himself about you. He wrote that while you have become more restless than you were before Voldemort's rebirth, he seemed to think your ability to see through Voldemort's eyes would be a valuable asset to the Order."

Nathan could only stare at the documents in front of him in shock. They were exactly what Shacklebolt had told him they were. Was he really trying to recruit him? He voiced this thought aloud.

"Not just yet, Mr Potter. Some of our members have expressed concerns in the past about accepting underage members. However, if you would consent to relay information to me whenever you have a vision, I will give you a fee of fifty gallons per report if the information is accurate."

That was a very nice deal, Nathan had to admit. Maybe he could get a little more from this, though.

"If you will allow me to join fully as soon as I am of age, you have a deal."

"Very well, Mr. Potter." They shook hands, and the deal was finalized.