This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokemon, which belong to the Pokemon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokemon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.

As time passed more and more people filed into the kitchen. First was Mr Weasley, having just finished up with work, and then Mad-Eye Moody, clunking in and sitting silently in the corner, glaring at anyone who dared approach him, Murk the Murkrow on his shoulder.

Soon however there were other people that Harry had not been expecting. A small excitable man took a seat next to Remus, happily indulging in some of Mrs Weasley's pudding, and a stern faced dark haired woman also arrived, in contrast declining Mrs Weasley's offer of food.

It was this second woman who prompted a response from Moody.

"You got something, Vance?" he questioned from the corner. The woman nodded stiffly. "Come on, lets hear it then." Vance hesitated.

"I think we're still waiting on some people," Mr Weasley said gently.

"Who?" Moody barked.

"Mundungus Fletcher said he would likely be here," Remus said. "But with Dung I wouldn't take that as a given."

"And I saw Sturgis Podmore in the Ministry," the small man squeaked from next to him. "He should be here."

"I am here, Dedalus," a strong jawed man with thick, thatch-like straw coloured hair appeared on the scene, nodding around the table and taking a seat silently.

"Is that all?" Moody barked. "Well in that case…"

"The children, Mad-Eye," Mrs Weasley said hurriedly. "Wait for the children to leave." That had the opposite effect of what Mrs Weasley was going for.

"We're not going anywhere," Fred and George said immediately, together. Mrs Weasley pursed her lips dangerously.

"Us neither," Ron added, gesturing to himself, Harry and Hermione. Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother's shortsightedness in leaving her out.

"Yes you are," Mrs Weasley said angrily. "This is Legion business, no place for children."

"We're of age," complained Fred and George.

"You're still in school," Mrs Weasley shot back. "You are not adults. And you are not Legion members either."

"Only cause you won't let us be," Fred pointed out in annoyance.

"Yeah, let us join," George chimed in. "Maybe then we could actually help rather than spend all day scraping out mould and dirt from this travesty of a house." He gave Sirius an apologetic glance. "No offence."

"None taken," Sirius grinned.

"Now boys, lets all be reasonable," Mr Weasley said placatingly. "There is no reason why we can't have an open, frank discussion without fighting about this." If only he'd remembered to tell his wife.

"You will go upstairs right now," she demanded loudly. "I will not have any one of you sitting in on this meeting. It is too dangerous."

"What, listening to these old bores," Fred countered. "Yeah, real dangerous."

Mrs Weasley was furious.

"Yes, dangerous," she told him. "You think this is a game, like some sort of club, but this is much more important. People die. Your uncles…" she tailed off, her face stricken.

There was silence around the table.

"Molly," Mr Weasley said softly, his voice easily spreading across the room. "I know what you're thinking but you realise that we cannot hold them back any longer. Fred and George are of age now. It is their decision." Mrs Weasley was shaking.

"But Gideon…," she whispered. "Fabian…"

"They died fighting for what they believed in," Mr Weasley said simply. "I wish it were not the case but if you could ask them I can assure you that they will not have regretted fighting."

Silence descended again. Most of the people in the room sat there awkwardly, witnessing what was obviously a very intimate moment and not sure how to react. From further down the table Fred and George were exchanging guilty looks. They didn't want to see their mum like this.

"You're right, Arthur," Mrs Weasley said softly. She sounded defeated.

A moment passed before Mrs Weasley shook herself and suddenly her old self was back. "Ron, Hermione, Ginny, on you go," she told them strictly, targeting those children who did not have a leg to stand on. "You too Harry, you are not supposed to be here."

"I'm not leaving," Harry said quietly, even as Ron, Hermione and Ginny moved to stand up. The room fell silent once more. "I deserve the right to hear what's going on."

Mrs Weasley looked pained by his remark, and Harry really did feel awful to do this, but there was no way he could allow himself to just walk away. It was months now since Voldemort had returned and he didn't just want to know what he was doing, he needed to know.

A shifting from down the table caught his attention and to Harry's surprise the dark haired woman, Vance, had turned to face him.

"You are underage," she said sharply. "You cannot possibly comprehend the importance of what is at stake here."

Now that pissed him off.

"Do you?" he shot back, his voice a lot sharper than before. "Do you understand what's at stake? Do you know what Voldemort is capable of?" Vance flinched at Harry's use of Voldemort's name and that only reaffirmed Harry's belief he was right. She couldn't even stand to hear the name, how would she ever manage when brought face to face with the man himself?

"Have you met Voldemort?" Harry asked, his eyes never wavering from a now uncomfortable Vance. "I have. I've met him more times than anyone in this room I reckon. Am I wrong? Have any of you met Voldemort?"

There was silence in reply, a silence which told Harry everything. Was this really what they had to fight Voldemort with? A handful of trainers that had never even come face to face with him before? Harry had always known the importance of Dumbledore in keeping Voldemort at bay but he'd never before realised just how much he was doing it on his own.

Moody let out a grunt.

"Kid has a point," he said, rising to his feet and clunking up to the table. "Potter can stay. The rest of you, scram." Ron, Hermione and Ginny did not complain, such was the tension in the room, though Harry did catch Ron's eye as he left. A silent thought passed between them and Ron's shoulders shifted and relaxed slightly as he left. Harry would tell him what happened. He could never keep this from them.

As the three Hogwarts students left Moody fixed his eyes on Harry, giving him an unblinking stare.

"I've given you a chance, Potter," Moody said roughly. "Now you're in there is no going back. The fight against the Dark Lord is not something you can do in your spare time. It is your life. It is your everything. Are you ready to commit?" Harry nodded. He did not even need to think about it. "Then lets get started."

The first to speak was Sturgis Podmore, the thatched haired man, who kept his report short and to the point.

"I passed on guard duty to Elphias before I left," he reported. "Quiet as usual."

Vance spoke next.

"I've been in contact with Amelia Bones," she reported. "She is yet to be convinced by my arguments but at the very least she is willing to hear us out. She holds Dumbledore in high regard so that is a positive."

"It'll be good to have someone that far up the Ministry on our side," Mr Weasley said. "Amelia Bones is head of the Department for Pokémon Law Enforcement," he added for Harry's benefit. "A tough job for a tough woman. At the moment Percy is as close to Fudge as we have intelligence wise so convincing Madam Bones will be a huge boost."

"Fudge still denying he's back, then?" Harry questioned, looking round the table. Varying expressions of annoyance looked back.

"Yes," Sirius growled. "And it's a major thorn in our side. When you escaped from Voldemort last year that should have been a huge blow for him. His comeback was meant to be secret. But with the Ministry flatly refusing to admit his return and continuously telling the public there's no need to be worried Voldemort has been able to remain hidden, working in the shadows."

"What about Mr Crouch?" Harry asked. Mr Crouch knew the truth since it was his son who had been instrumental in returning Voldemort to full power. Yet last time Harry had seen the man he'd refused to admit it.

There was an uncomfortable silence around the room.

"Well, he's not in a particularly good position right now," Mr Weasley said gently.

"He's dead," Moody interrupted gruffly. He wasn't one to mince words.

"Dead," Harry gasped. "Did Voldemort…?" But Remus was shaking his head.

"Suicide, I'm afraid," he said sadly. "We think that there was just too much guilt for him to take, being an indirect cause for Voldemort's return. Barty Crouch devoted his life to fighting him. In the end such a crime was too much for him to live with."

There was silence around the table.

"Well, good riddance I say," Sirius said, trying to lighten the mood. "Bloke threw me in Azkaban without a trial, can't say I'm losing much sleep on him. Meanwhile, back in the real world, we're still left fighting Voldemort."

"I thought I was going to hear lots about what Voldemort was doing over the summer," Harry said. "I thought there'd be attacks big enough for even the muggles to notice."

"Voldemort is reading the situation well," Remus admitted. "By not attacking he's making it that much harder for us to convince people he's back. Most of our efforts so far have gone towards that goal as well as our goal to recruit people to the Legion, so Voldemort's lack of activity, or rather noticeable activity, is very damaging for us."

"In the meantime Voldemort is gathering forces," Sirius said. "He's going round his old Death Eater breeding grounds. Families that believe in Pokémon superiority over muggles almost inevitably flock to his cause, or else risk severe punishment."

"It's not only Death Eaters You-know-who is gathering," Tonks weighed in.

"Right," Remus agreed. "He's also gathering supplies. Pokémon, medicine, money of course. All these things are needed to wage war and Voldemort is using the time he can act without notice to mass up his forces on all fronts."

"That's what I've been doing," Sirius told Harry. "I can't exactly go around trying to convince people Voldemort's back, everyone still thinks I'm a killer. What I've done is gone back to my old job of searching out these warehouses where the Death Eaters are stocking up supplies. I've had no luck so far, but we know they're out there."

"So is that it?" Harry asked. "Is that everything?"

There was an awkward silence around the table. For some reason people seemed unwilling to speak.

"Well," Sirius said hesitantly. "There is one thing, one thing we know that Voldemort is after for sure."

"How?" Harry asked.

"He was after it last time," Sirius said. "And the fact he didn't get it cost him big time. In fact we'd go so far as to say that this is his number one priority, above even recruiting new Death Eaters or breaking his old ones out of Azkaban."

"So what is it?" Harry asked. "This thing that Voldemort wants. Is it a weapon he can use?"

Sirius hesitated. "In a way," he admitted, choosing his words carefully. "But you see, it's much more complicated than that…"

"Sirius." The warning voice caught everyone by surprise and as one they turned to the door.

Albus Dumbledore was standing there, so silent that no-one had even noticed him enter. His expression was stern, his eyes focused, and he looked down on where Sirius sat with a very firm gaze.

"I wasn't going to say it," Sirius told him, though it didn't sound like he was trying to defend himself. Dumbledore inclined his head slightly in approval.

"What?" Harry asked, looking in confusion between Dumbledore and Sirius. Yet Dumbledore ignored his response.

"I cannot say I am surprised to see you here, Harry," he said instead, sweeping down the last few stairs to take a seat at the head of the table. "You are a most persuasive boy, and I would never expect you to be comfortable with staying in ignorance."

"And Misters Fred and George Weasley have joined us as well," Dumbledore remarked, his eyes easily scanning from the twins to Mr and Mrs Weasley before turning back to the twins. "I welcome you to our group." He nodded his head respectfully towards them.

"Headmaster," Vance spoke up crisply, ready to give a report but Dumbledore held up a hand.

"I will happily hear what you have to say Emmeline," he told her. "But first I want to hear from Harry. It is my belief that young Mr Potter has insight which could be of great benefit to the Legion, and there is no time like the present to hear it." He fixed his gaze on Harry.

"Harry, if it is not too much to ask, I would like you to give us your impression of Lord Voldemort." Harry hesitated.

"My impression, sir?" he questioned. Dumbledore nodded.

"You have met the self styled Dark Lord on multiple occasions and indeed more recently than I have myself," Dumbledore told him. "I believe your insight into the mind of Lord Voldemort could be of vital importance to resisting him. If you would, Harry."

Harry took a moment, thinking hard. He hadn't expected to have anything to say at the meeting, he thought he'd be listening instead, but now that Dumbledore gave him the chance he found he yearned to contribute, to do something. And for once his perfect memory of that night in the graveyard worked to his advantage.

"He's crazy," Harry said eventually, a picture of Voldemort clear in his mind. "Insane. He flips moods so quickly and no one is safe from him. Barty Crouch Jr was loyal and brought him back but it only took one mistake for Voldemort to decide to kill him."

"But he's sane too," Harry continued, thinking about the smoothness of Voldemort's speech. "To someone who didn't know who he was he could be charming. He's confident, he knows his own strength. He was even willing to give me back Charizard, he was just that confident he would win."

"Overconfident," Sirius muttered, a slight smile curving his lips.

"It's only once he starts to lose control of a situation that he shows his true colours," Harry continued. "That's when he's at his most dangerous. Or maybe that's when he's least dangerous. Maybe that's when he starts to make mistakes."

"Perhaps," Dumbledore agreed. "Voldemort's mind is brilliant, perhaps the key to beating him is to foster that instability. Continue, Harry. What else do you have to say?"

"He doesn't battle the same way everyone else does," Harry told them. "When he battled me he didn't care about Charizard. He was just trying to kill me. That was how he was going to prove his superiority. Not by being stronger than me, or a better trainer than me, but by actually killing me."

"Lots of Death Eaters are like that," Vance cut in. "Especially in war."

"But for Voldemort it was proof of his strength," Harry countered. "Battling me was supposed to prove to his Death Eaters that he was the strongest so he should have tried to defeat Charizard and then kill me. But he didn't."

"Voldemort doesn't care about rules or how something happens. All Voldemort cares about is that those who oppose him are dead. That's all he wanted. He just wanted me dead."

A/N: And that's all for this chapter, thank you very much for reading. I just want to let you know that I'll unfortunately not be able to upload for a couple of weeks. This does not mean I won't still be working on the story so you don't have to worry about me not continuing on this project, I just won't be able to upload my work to this site for a bit.

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you when I get back.