AN: I do not own Harry Potter.

Dear Readers, the Weasley faimily as a whole are not the bad guys. They may not agree with Harry lately, but they will not put up with threats to Harry either when it comes to the actuality of it. Here this is made evident.

Chapter Warning: Talk of murder, etc.

Of Wands and Division

For all the chaos that was happening at the moment, the scene before Sirius was surprisingly normal. It was Grim Auld Place. It was an Order of the Phoenix meeting. There was one thing different though: Headmaster Dumbledore had seemed to forget the plot, and was trying to tell a teenager that he needed to die. The teenager was Harry Potter.

Needless to say, it wasn't going over very well. The Order members were trying to get the teen to leave or trying to tell the Headmaster that telling the boy to kill himself was not needed, especially since the Horcrux was apparently gone now. He and many others had yelled "No!" when the Headmaster had in his sad, grandfatherly way had said, "Now, Harry, I know you just told us that Voldemort killed it, but you're a Horcrux, which is why you'll keep coming back."

Molly Weasley was actually getting up and getting in the Headmaster's face to emphasize her disagreement in the statement. She was actually having him step backwards and following her at the moment.

Arthur was a step behind her.

Sirius was now standing in the way of the Headmaster getting a spell off at Harry.

Snape was skulking in the background, but Sirius, ex-Auror, could see that Snape had gotten into a position to have an unobstructed shot at the Headmaster and still be within a step of being under cover. He felt reluctant approval at the spy.

The rest of the Weasley brood plus a couple others were yelling when Molly had to take a breath, half- or fully standing in their seats.

Some had their eyes closed, sitting down, resignation or embarrassment all over their faces.

This evening had started normal-ish for an Order meeting. The only thing different at the start had been that the Headmaster had insisted that the young people, all of them, be part of the discussion that evening. They were meeting in Grimm Auld Place now every other meeting, as they had been since spring, so the location hadn't been odd. It was just the second since school let out for summer.

The first discussion had been the school. It had been a relief to both students and staff when Umbridge had fled the castle right after the owls had left her office.

"I'm not staying here anymore around those homicidal owls!" she had screamed.

Unfortunately for her, she had run for the closest edge of the wards, which was in the direction of the forest. The centaurs had recognized the possession from when Voldemort had hunted unicorns on the back of Quirrel's head, and defended themselves when someone being possessed by the same person had run into their section of the forest. It only made their reactions worse from scolding to firing their arrows when she started firing spells at them. She had died from the arrows running back towards the school, and the centaurs had reported a black wraith leaving her head when Hagrid had gone to see what had happened. Everyone was relieved over the fact Voldemort had no body at the moment, and Minister Fudge had begrudgingly decided that sending her had been a mistake. Albus Dumbledore had once again taken the role as Headmaster.

After that conversation, the subject had turned to the skirmish at the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry had been asked after a few questions to just tell what happened from leaving via portkey to getting into a hospital as the answers they were getting were confusing. It had gone quiet in silent at the gravity of what Harry had gone through, not to mention that Harry had died.

Then Albus had ruined the moment by saying, "Now boy, you can't know for sure that the Horcrux is dead."

Harry had frowned and said, "Umm. Death said so?"

Then, "No, Harry, you have to die. You came back which means you weren't properly dead. How do you know Death wasn't a figment of your imagination? Now, Harry, I know you said that Voldemort killed it, but you'll keep coming back until the Horcrux is dead."

After which was chaos. Sirius pulled Harry away from the Headmaster, and the rest were yelling or in shock that Dumbledore had actually said that.

"Sir, I told you at the time! The Horcrux got left behind in Limbo! Death said so!"

That was Harry.

"Quite right! Albus, if Death is so sure as to say that the Horcrux is no longer in the boy's head, then there is no reason to say the lad must sacrifice himself!"

"Albus, this is wrong."

"'Arry wouldn't lie abou' tha'."

Oh, no. Sirius could see that the Headmaster had been cornered and realized it. He drew his wand to be ready, and was followed by others.

"Now, Molly, I am sure you love Harry-"

"I sure do, Albus, so don't you dare suggest to me that the poor boy get killed once again. Isn't once enough! No, you're going to stand there and listen to me. Now..."

Albus Dumbledore raised his wand at the woman in font of him and shouted, "ENOUGH!"

It was followed immediately after by a red light hitting the red-haired parents and both Weasley parents fell to the ground unconscious. It shocked the vast majority into stillness.

The Headmaster continued, "You listen to me. You have not studied these subjects, and I have. I know what I am talking about."

"No," interrupted Bill who stepped forwards, "you don't. I am a curse breaker and have dealt with many of these objects, even if I have never dealt with one in a human. Every time, the object always has the soul piece leave the first time it is destroyed. Here, I would listen to Death. When do we go against the gods?"

"No, I know I am right. I AM RIGHT! YOU'RE WRONG!"

"No, I am."

"You..."

The look on the Headmaster's face became unrecognizable to those that had never before seen when he had become unspeakably angry all of a sudden. Those that had, like Sirius, raised a shield in front of themselves or ducked for cover, and just in time. The Headmaster had sent an area wide stunning spell that knocked out everyone unshielded and a few who had flickering shields or had failed to reach cover in time, which ended up being half.

What followed was a mass of spell work. Shields and spells flying in towards and from the Headmaster, and there didn't seem to be too many people at this. Even with this many people, there didn't seem to be much of an advantage to those protecting themselves from the Headmaster.

Sirius pushed Harry towards Snape's dark corner, which was close-ish as he saw the bright red spell heading his way after he had been hit with an expelliarmus that had sent his wand flying. He hit the floor soon after.

In the end, it took six spells closely timed from all directions to knock the Headmaster out. A stunning spell and a more offensive spell was deflected just as a stronger sleep spell, a petrifus totalus, an incarcerous, and an expelliarmus landed. The wand-taking spell hit from an angle he was not shielding at the moment, which weakened his spells just enough for the other three that him landed.

The five standing looked at each other. Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape, Bill Weasley, and Harry Potter looked at each other and there surroundings once everything stopped. After a while, they grinned, and then started waking up everyone else except Albus Dumbledore.

"Well, Harry, did you get a new wand now?" came the sleepy voice of Fred Weasley.

Harry blushed as he looked down in his hand, and saw the wand that the Headmaster had been using in it. He waved it, and sparks came out of it.

"Huh."

Mad-Eye Moody, who had been awakened from where he had fallen as he was trying to dive for cover, saw the sparks and commented, "Well, I suppose you've won the the wand, lad."

"Shouldn't I give it back?" asked a concerned Harry.

"Not with that wand," grumbled Moody. "It's actually not Albus' proper wand; he won it off of Grindlewald, who got it from someone else, see? That wand shifts ownership with who wins it, and has been doing it for a very long time. Keep it."

"Now what are we going to do?"

Arthur Weasley looked up from the floor where he had been quietly conferring with his wife, "Well, it seems us Weasleys are leaving the Order."

Diggle, who was brushing off his robes, gawked, "What?"

"We will not side with someone who wants to kill any of our family. We

Severus Snape grimaced, before stating, "Since I can't actually leave the Order, I'm going to take the Headmaster to the Hospital Wing. However, I agree that Harry shouldn't die again."

"What's it got to do with you, Death Eater?" sneered one of the Order members that Harry didn't recognize.

"It's an unbreakable vow," he sneered as he went towards the fireplace with a levitated Headmaster.

"I'll go with you," sighed McGonigal. "I am sorry that Albus has taken leave of his senses, but I won't leave him."

Sirius shook his head as he watched them leave.

"Anyone else for following Dumbledore after this? Please leave, because I won't be."

Rubeus Hagrid blew his nose in his handkerchief. "Ah'm not sure tha' Ah can choose. Ah'm a half-giant, and don't e'en have my OWLS's. Ah'll still be at Hogwarts, 'cause tha's my job, but Ah can't choose between the two o' them. Sorry, Harry, but ye can understand?"

Harry gave a shaken half-smile. "I can understand. I hope this summer goes well for you."

"Thank ye, Harry."

The trembling half-giant gave Harry a pat on the back that made Harry stumble, then turned to use the floo.

In the end, Lupin, Jones, Kingsley, Tonks, Moody, Bill, Fred and George, Sirius, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood around the table.

"Well," commented Jones, "we've now got two light groups to balance two Dark Lords. I guess that's good?"