Author's Note:
I will be throwing in little snipits of the order when I can. This is one of those moments.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter.
Love and War
Chapter Four
Outrage
"That's my son!" A deep voice echoed off the walls inside the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, causing everyone in the meeting room to jump. The assembly had lasted two hours longer than usual, but unlike the usual meetings held in this chamber, the Order members clearly divided on this topic. The army was split into two groups. One group, predominately red-haired members of the Weasley family along with several others, sat on one side of the room while the other half of the Order stood opposite them. Neither side said anything further, as the anger of Arthur Weasley's cry lingered in the air.
No one really knew what to say. All that could be done was stew in the silence and pray for someone else to break the tension. A task that normally would have been accomplished by the topic of discussion: George Weasley. After what felt like an eternity, Kingsley Shacklebolt, who sat opposite Arthur finally cleared his throat.
"Arthur, I am aware you are upset," he began cautiously, not wanting to dwell on the subject any further. It was clear where he stood; sending the whole Order to retrieve a captured member was idiotic if not suicidal. They needed numbers against Voldemort's army which was rapidly growing. No one knew when this war would be over, and until then, risking members of unreasonable size was just ludicrous. "I just want you to put this into perspective. We have a spy in his ranks. We can find out some information, create a plan, and send in two of our most cunning to rescue him. If we risk us all, then think of what an advantage you-know-who will have."
"That's what you said when they took Granger," Fred Weasley's voice bellowed from behind his father as an evident fury plastered his features. "They took Granger, and where is she exactly? Where was that spy with information about her? She has been missing two fucking months, and still no word from your precious spy." Fred spat, as he began pacing up and down the length of the table.
"It's a suicide mission, all of us heading into one place at the same time. We need numbers against you-know-who. We need numbers to protect Harry when he gets back." Kingsley continued. "Give my source time, just a few more days, before we do anything drastic."
"A few more days?" Fred nearly fell midstep as he spun around to face Kingsley, "It's been a week, and we know exactly where he is. He has sent fifty beacons since he has been captured!"
"Yes, we are aware of his location, but we have no idea of what the interior of the Malfoy Manor contains." Kingsley gestured to the exterior reconnaissance photos of the manor on the board behind him. Fred watched a photo of Scabior as he walked through the heavy black doors, showing a small sliver of the foyer, but no more of the interior was known. "There could be all sorts of unexpected force behind that stronghold; we need to think rationally about this before we rush into a deathtrap. We wouldn't be able to help anyone, let alone George, if we are all dead."
"How many days are we talking about?" Arthur said with a reluctant sigh.
"Dad, you're joking right?" But it was as if Fred's words we not even heard.
"Two days, maximum. If I can't get a hold of my source by then, myself and Remus will go." Remus nodded as Kingsley spoke, assuring his acceptance of the mission.
"I can't believe you are even considering this," Fred continued, but again to no prevail. "Please, tell me you're joking."
"Two days?" Arthur asked after a moment of contemplation.
"Two days." Kingsley confirmed, and Fred Weasley stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard, that the walls shuddered from the force.
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