That was awesome! I love your description of the founders! Is Harry going to be able to get Sirius out? Pams, please!

I like where this is going! This is awsome and I am so excited to read what happens next!!

great post, i didnt realise you had posted so much, ive been busy the past few nights and had to go back to my last post.
I cant wait to see what happens with the veil.

back at ya Zephan

Thank you so much! I know according to some descriptions and based off the chocolate frog cards on hp-lexicon.org that my descriptions are not exactly cannon, however, the very first time I read "Sorcerer's Stone", this was how I pictured them, and despite seeing pictures of what they should look like, this is how I picture them. Funny how the brain works, isn't it

I love the founder smiley!!! That is wonderful!

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MICH!!! I know how that is definitely, I have been pretty busy this week too what with school and work, I am surprised that I have had time to stop in to post here But my hard work as finally paid off, we won a state government contract! YAY!!!

Wow...! What a wonderful post! So detailed and mysterious...I'm really excited to see what the founders have to say to Harry. The way you described them was terrific, too! I also picture the four to be similar in appearance to what you described; it suits their house personality.
Can't wait for more!
*huggles*
Shan
XoXo

Fianally! I am such a MORON!!!!! SO I get a hold of a computer at school and I forget my password for my profile. SO my friend let me go on hers. Next I try to log on to here and it wouldnt let me!!!!!(by this time im screaming my head off). I just stopped trying to log in and I read some of the new posts (which are great by the way!). when I finally caught up I wanted to post. SO once more I tryed logging in, but this time I put a space between my screename, AND I GOT IN! It was that simple!!!!! Happily I come back to post and the freaking bell rings!!!! Sometimes I really start to wonder about me. But finally I prevailed! I have post!!!!! Its been a week since my last post but its still a post! Sorry I probaly sound so crazy. ANYWAYZ, all I really wanted to say was the story is going along greatly and please post more!!!!! Now Im going to go (and probaly not be back for another week. HAVING NO COMPUTER REALLY SUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) bye! PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS! PAMS!

I didn't actually write the dialog between Harry and the Founders, I tried a few times and it came out far to "He said, she said." But Harry does relay the message, so you get the jest of it, sorry I tried i really did
You are so not a moron! That sound like something that I would do Isn't that the most frustrating thing? Especially when you finally get something to work, right in time to leave I am just glad that you came back to post And I know how it is to not be able to post, on top of being insanely busy this weekend, My computer was acting up, AND I left my jump drive at work, so I didn't have an up-to-date copy of my story to post! And just for you, I am posting now!

Chapter 25: Birthday Party, Interrupted

“Well?” Minerva asked as Fawkes flew in through the window and dropped Harry on the floor of the Headmaster’s Office.

At the sight of Harry, Lily gasped and jumped up, eager to get to him as well. James, gently but firmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down, silently shaking his head

“Let him get completely in Minerva.” Dumbledore said laughing. When the Harry had stood up and dusted himself off, Dumbledore nodded to Professor McGonagall, who began storming him with questions.

“What happened? What did they say? What were they like? Albus told me about all the rooms except the room with the Founders, what did it look like? What do they want?” She asked without taking a breath.

Laughing Harry held up his hands, “Please one question at a time!” he said pleadingly.

“What happened to your hand?” She asked him suspiciously noticing blood soaked cloth wrapped around it.

Harry looked down in amazement wondering how he could have forgotten about the pain, he slowly unwrapped it as he said, “I had to give a sacrifice of myself freely before the door would let me in. It took my pinky finger up to the – HEY!” Harry stopped in shock; his finger was in perfect condition. No signs of it being cut off could be found. He looked up questioningly to Dumbledore in time to see him smiling.

“They found you worthy so they returned it. They might be portraits, but they still possess some of their old magic.”

“Oh, I see.” Was all Harry could think of to say as he stared dumbly at his finger.

He looked up at the insistent tapping of Minerva’s shoe, and had to fight not to laugh at her impatient demeanor.

“We need to call a meeting of a select group of the Order. It needs to happen tonight.” Harry said with an air of authority that McGonagall had never heard him use before. He quickly jotted down a few names on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

“Yes of course.” She said staring at him in a whole new light, “Can this meeting wait till after your party? The others that are not on this list might find it highly suspicious if it is cancelled.” She asked him.

He thought for a few moments, and then nodded in agreement, confident that she would carry out his wishes to a T.

“You better not be late to your own party then.” She handed him a bag of Floo Powder.

Harry stepped into the fireplace, threw down the powder and said clearly, “The Burrow.”


Still not used to traveling by Floo Powder, Harry tumbled into the kitchen at the Burrow, narrowly missing the table with the cake, but cracking his head on the stove instead. When his parents came crashing in, almost as destructively as Harry, he was sitting on a stool with an ice pack to his head.

“Serves you right.” Ginny mumbled under her breath, although she had been the one to conjure an icepack, thankfully out of the watchful eyes of her mother.

“Thank you, Ginny.” Harry said grabbing her hand.

“Your welcome.” She jerked her hand away and stormed out of the kitchen.

Resting his head in his hand, covering his eyes, Harry gave a big sigh, wondering if she would ever or even could ever forgive him, not to mention consider taking him back. He had broken her heart, but he had done it for what he thought was the right reason, to protect her. She apparently didn’t see it that way.

“Don’t worry mate, she will come around.” Ron said as he and Hermione entered the kitchen holding hands.

Harry looked up and smiled at the couple “So it is official then?” At Hermione’s bashful nod, he said smiling, “About time.”

“So where did you go after the game?” Ron asked eager to change the subject.

“Oh we went on a surprise visit to Hogwarts so that Dumbledore could tell me Happy Birthday.” Harry said easily, but not without a tremendous feeling of guilt.

He had agreed not to mention anything about the Founders until behind closed doors with a select group of people; even though it killed him to not say anything to his two best friends

“Oh, well that was nice of him.” Ron said, completely missing the suspicious look that Hermione gave Harry, who pretended not to notice.

He was saved however from any questioning by Hermione. At that moment guests started pouring in wishing Harry a 'Happy Birthday'; the visit to the castle was momentarily forgotten.

Because Harry and Neville’s birthdays were a mere one day apart the two boys had decided that they wanted to share a party for this, their most important birthday.

Harry watched as all of the people that were important in his life arrived to be with him. He could not remember feeling this much happiness, he felt like he would burst.

“Happy Birthday, Harry!” Bill Weasley said as he slapped Harry on the shoulder, “Welcome to manhood!” he said pumping his arm in false machoness, causing Ron, James and Harry to burst into laughter.

“Hello, Harry.” Fluer said as she decended on him and kissed each of his cheeks, “We ‘ave come to weesh you a Happy Birthday.” She said speaking slowly, her accent much improved. “And you, hello, Ron, my leettle brother.” She kissed his cheeks as well.

Laughing, Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs.

“Man!” Bill bellowed in his brother’s face, “You are drooling over my wife, you need to stop!”

Ron’s mouth instantly snapped closed and he mumbled something unintelligible as he stumbled away.

“How can you live with men doing that, it can’t just be Ron.” Harry asked Bill laughing, glad that he had finally learned to resist the urge of Bill’s half veela wife.

“Who ees theese?” Fluer asked, staring up at Harry’s father, a look of almost disbelief on her beautiful face.

“This is James Potter, Harry’s father.” Bill explained to the girl.

Harry glanced up at his father, surprised to see that he was not drooling over the beautiful girl as well, most men on a first encounter with her did. He instead was staring at her in fascinated silence. Harry realized that James was fascinated, not by her looks, but by the myriad of expressions crossing her face. Looking back at Fluer, Harry realized that the girl was almost in a snit at James level of self control.

Harry was still talking with Bill and Fluer when he looked up and noticed Lupin standing there.

“Happy Birthday, Harry!” Lupin said as he embraced Harry.

“I am so glad that you came!” Harry said genuinely as he shook Lupin’s hand. He looked up at his father, and was shocked to see his father looking surprisingly stiff, and even more surprised to see Lupin looking just as stiff.

James nodded to Lupin, who returned the nod, and the group stood in akward silence until Lupin said, “Well, I better go find Tonks, and say Happy Birthday to Neville.” He glanced once more at James before turning to go.

Harry’s curiosity at the reactions of the two men was soon interrupted and forgotten as Molly announced dinner.

After a wonderful dinner prepared by Molly and Dobby, the cake was brought into the dinning room and placed in the center of the table. Across the top of the huge multi-tiered cake in flashing and sparkling lettering, but “completely edible” he was assured by George, read: “Happy 17th Birthday Harry and Neville” Around the outside edge were Snitches and Remembralls that actually moved and changed colors.

After much laughing, the cake was cut and gifts were pulled out. Harry had just finished opening a pensieve from Ron and Hermione, when suddenly there was a loud crack and Fawkes appeared sitting on Harry’s shoulder.

He had a note tied to his leg that he held out for Harry. He took the note off and read it, and handed it over to Minerva. After a slight nod from her, the members of the Order bade farewell to Harry and the Weasley’s and left.

“Come with me.” Harry said to Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny after the adults were gone. After giving instructions to Dobby, he said, “We are going to Grimmuald Place, Ginny hold on to someone.” He was surprised when she walked over and grabbed his arm. He looked at her for a moment, and then wrapped both of his arms around her and disappeared.

I like how everything is becoming more secretive, not revealing any details, I am really curious as to how this will end! I'm so excited? Posting anymore soon??? PAMS!!!!

I absolutely love the guy! He cracks me up. I am trying to make it more secretive (at least this part) to keep you guys guessing <seems fitting here, doesn't it

<-----Just to keep him going on thru the posts
Another great post JulieAnn, you've got me in suspence, i cant wait to see what is happening next, not only in the next chapter but the rest of the story

so just for you, here's another post

Chapter 26: Flight of the Phoenix

The group appeared in an alley near Grimmuald Place and quickly made their way inside. At their appearance the hurried talking that had been going on ceased as if on cue. Molly marched up to them, the look on her face suggesting she was going to tell them off for following.

“It is ok, Molly.” Minerva interjected.

Molly stopped instantly and turned towards Minerva, a look of panic on her face as Minerva approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We can’t protect them for ever, Molly. And they have already been through and seen so much. They have earned every right to be here.” She silently, but firmly led a dejected Molly away.

With a nod from Moody, the group moved into the meeting room. An impatient wave of the wand from Moody caused the door shut soundly directly behind the stragglers, causing them to jump forward to avoid getting hit.

“Sit down everyone, let’s begin.” He said gruffly. He performed a complicated bit of spell work, sealing the door fast and soundproofing the room.

“Because of us!” Fred mouthed across the room

Harry and the group that came with him looked around and took some seats at a motion from Minerva near the front of the room. Harry could not shake the feeling that he was somewhere that he was not supposed to be. Looking at the rest of his group, he was sure that he was not alone in that feeling. They had spent so long trying to eavesdrop, now that they were allowed they felt out of place.

Harry heard a gasp from his left, and turned to see Hermione pointing up to the front of the room. The middle of the wall at the front of the room appeared be to be moving and becoming distorted. After a few moments, whispered conversations burst around the room, as people gave exclamations. Glancing back at the wall, Harry realized what was causing the commotion. The portrait of Dumbledore had appeared. “I wondered where they were putting that.” He said under his breath as he gave Dumbledore a small wave and received a small smile and a nod in return.

“Thank you all for coming, I do apologize to Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom for spoiling their birthday festivities.” Dumbledore began with a wave to both boys. Harry shrugged as if to say, “What can you do, it happens.” Neville on the other hand, turned a bright shade of red, embarrassed with the sudden attention.

“As most of you know, a group of Order members as well as the children in this room,” Minerva began, ignoring the irate looks coming from the group at the front of the room, “raided and searched the Malfoy Manor prior to final battle with Voldemort, in search of one of the Horcruxes that he made in order to help insure his immortality.

"What some of you might not know is that the Order retained control of the Manor and has been diligently searching it. Malfoy Manor has many secrets rooms, tunnels, floors, wings even, that have been exceptionally difficult locating with out any assistance.

"With the death of both Narcissa and of Lucius, the only other person who might be able to assist us in this endeavor is Draco, and he has been missing…up till now.” She stopped talking as if she knew the how the people in the room would react to the implications of her statement.

“What?!” Harry said jumping to his feet, not realizing that so did Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville. He had a look of pure loathing in his eyes and was smashing his fist in his hand in a manner that would have made Dudley proud.

“Sit down Mr. Potter.” Minerva said forcefully. Reluctantly, Harry sat back down, sulking.

“We are not sure if we have found him.” Minerva said once the commotion had died down. “We have reached a part in the Manor that we can not seem to get through. It is uncertain, but we think that we can detect some sort of life, and use of magic from inside the room; that is what led us there to begin with. It is entirely possible that Draco was being held their as a captive. We need some assistance and a fresh outlook on things if we are going to be able to get in. Time, is not our friend in this instance.”

Harry suddenly sat forward, a look of excitement on his face. He quickly shot his hand into the air, to the amusement of the adults around him. “There is no need to raise your hand Mr. Potter, what is it?” Minerva asked him with a slight smile on her face and laughter in her voice.

“What about Dobby?” Harry asked simply. Dumbledore began nodding in approval and at the slight nod from Minerva, he stood and continued, noticing the look of confusion on most of the members faces.

“Dobby was the Malfoy family house elf. He tried to warn me not to return to Hogwarts in my second year because he had overheard the Malfoy’s plans re-open the Chamber of Secrets.” Harry finished a triumphant look on his face.

“And where would we find this disloyal little house elf.” Sneered a man that Harry did not recognize. He was a short man, with a slight scar across the left side of his face. Harry made a mental note to ask who he was.

Harry’s face grew hard, “He asked to serve me, and my family.” His blood began boiling at the pompousness of this unknown man.

Moody seeing that Harry was about to lose his temper, spoke up, “That is a right good idea, when we finish here, why don’t you go ahead and call him. We need to do this right away.”

Nodding, Harry sat back down, starring at the back of the man’s head. Harry hadn’t been the only person angry with the man’s outburst; other people were shooting him looks, and shaking their heads.

“Serves him right!” Harry thought to himself.

After a few more moments of discussion, an agreement was made that Harry and his group of friends along with Dobby would be the next group to go in and attempt to break into the room and that they would leave first thing in the morning. “Everyone is dismissed.” Minerva said, “Except you.” She said pointing to the group in the front of the room.

Harry and his friends sat waiting, each lost in their own thoughts, waiting for the rest of the order members to leave, and the select few to return in secrecy.

Ron and Hermione sat next to each other, holding hands. Hermione nervously kept crossing and uncrossing her legs while Ron stared open mouthed into space. Neville, every few minutes, what sneak a glance at Luna, while she, in her own world swayed back and forth to some imaginary rhythm. Harry sat next to Ron, and he too was lost in his his thoughts.


“Who knew that he was communicating with Lucius and the other death eaters.” Hermione asked bewildered, tears streaming down her face.

Harry raised his eyebrow, baffled that Hermione was have so much faith and would feel so much pain at the death of that horrible House Elf.

“Kreacher was an evil git, Hermione.” Ron said as if talking to a small child. “He was compromising the Order and betraying us all. He could have gotten us all killed.”

“He couldn’t have told them where we were.” Hermione said, putting her face in her hands.

“Hermione! They would have known, they ALL knew who his Master was. It just would take a little bit of common sense to figure it out, shoot, even Crabbe and Goyle could have figured that out!” Ron slammed his hand against the table in frustration. “No you pull yourself together!” He demanded.

Jumping in surprise, Hermione looked up at him nodding obediently as she wiped her face off, her tears stopped.

Shaking his head, Harry walked out of the kitchen, leaving the weird scene behind. He stepped into the entry way and began to make his way upstairs passing several witches and wizards struggling to remove the heads of the previous House Elves who had served the Black family. Harry had, a little reluctantly, agreed to move the disgusting things into the room with Mrs. Black’s portrait, although all he really wanted to do was destroy them all, including her.

“A promise is a promise.” The man in a portrait in the hallway said laughing, reading Harry’s mind.

Harry gave Phineas a dirty look. “I should move you back into your room, or better yet, in with her.” He threatened, effectively wiping the smirk off of the previous Head Masters face. “No respect.” He mumbled as he stormed out of his portrait. Harry, smiling continued on.

He made his way to a special room, the door well hidden, “Lemon Gumdrops.” He said, smiling at the password worthy of Dumbledore.

He entered the small circular room and stared at the objects it contained. Set around the room were seven small round accent tables that stood about waist high. On each table was a glass dome that covered an object of interest.

Harry began walking around the room, inspecting each object. Under the fist dome was a ink stained completely ruined, leather bond diary, propped up on a glass stand. They had found the diary after raiding the Malfoy’s manor. Harry had been surprised that Lucius had been so capable of sentimental value.

The second table held a ring, suspended in air. The ring was rotating slowly. Although Dumbledore had originally told him the ring was destroyed, he had eventually told Harry were to find it. The magic might have been destroyed, but the ring itself was intact.

The third object was a heavy gold locket. “We were lucky to find this one.” Harry said chuckling to himself. Like the ring, the magic was gone, but the object was whole.

The fourth dome covered a beautifully ornate cup with two golden handles, on one side was engraved the image of a badger. The cup had also been in Lucius’ position, much to Harry’s amazement.

The fifth object was a beautiful brooch, encrusted with jewels. It had once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw. To not only Harry’s, but everyone else’s disbelief, Lucius also had this little artifact as well. Harry had thanked his lucky stars at Lucius’ apparent lack of common sense.

These plus his previous actions had guaranteed him the Kiss of Death. Harry shuddered at the thought. He thought about the invitation he had recieved to witness the kiss, emmensly thankful that he had declined.

The sixth table was empty, and Harry sighed as he passed it and onto the seventh, which held a small lifelike figurine of Lord Voldemort. It was created with the same magic that made the dragons that the champions had pulled out of bags during the Triwizard cup and the figure of Krum that Ron used to carry around.

Harry shook his head as he thought about the broken arms of the figure after Ron had released his frustrations on it.

Hermione suddenly burst into the room, knowing where he would be, “Harry! Harry! We have a serious problem!” She skidded to a stop next to him, nearly turning over two tables in the process.

As if she couldn’t get the words out, instead of telling him what was wrong, Hermione grabbed his arm dragged him back down the stairs to the window near the front door, where a group of people were crowding around.

Harry pushed his way to the front and looked out the window, unsure of what he expected to find. He was not prepared however, for the sight that met his eyes.

Standing on the street, staring at the house, or the location the house should be anyway, where not only several Death Eaters, but Lord Voldemort himself.

“Harry Potter!” He shrieked, creating a scene. “Come out here and face me!”

“See Hermione?” Ron said, referring to Kreacher and earning himself a slap.

Harry could see several muggles staring at Voldemort like he was crazy, to them, he was yelling at the alley way between two houses, but since Bellatrix knew where the house should be, they were standing out front.

Harry could see two people laying on the ground, staring blankly. From their dress, he knew they were muggles, and from their position he knew they were dead, more than likely curious, unsuspecting neighbors.

Harry could feel his blood begin to boil, and made to open the front door. Several people however pulled him backwards, blocking the door from view.

“No, Harry. Don’t. We need to get word to the order, but we can’t leave.” Hermione said thoughtfully.

Harry leapt up and ran up the stairs, Hermione and Ron hot on his heals. He reached the empty portrait of Phineas and banged on the wall screaming at the empty portrait, as if that were going to somehow bring him back.

He began to turn around when he heard a gruff and indignant voice say, “If you are going to scream at me, I am going to leave and not come back.” Harry turned back towards Phineas thankful that the man had returned.

“We need to get a message to the school quickly, Voldemort and other Death Eaters are just outside, they can’t get in and they can’t see the house, but they know it is here, and they are demanding to see me. We can’t leave the house to get word, we need advice and assistance.” Harry said in a rushed voice.

At this news, Phineas’ normal lazy demeanor was dropped instantly and with a quick nod he was gone.

Harry, Hermione and Ron returned downstairs, leaving a few Order Members upstairs waiting for Phineas to return. Although Harry sat down in a chair in the entry way, not wanting to look outside, he continued to hear Voldemort screaming outside. They death toll of muggles was now to 5 including 2 police officers.

“How many people are you going to kill Harry?” Voldemort asked mockingly, from outside. “Because that is what you are doing, by not coming out, you are forcing me to kill these innocent people.”

“Don’t listen to him Harry!” Hermione said suddenly.

“I’m not.” Harry said sadly. “He would kill those people regardless, just because he felt like it.” His jaw was clenching and unclenching although he was trying to pretend that he wasn’t angry.

“I can sense you, you know.” He heard Voldemort call from the street.

“I would like to tell you all a story, a little known story.” Voldemort said suddenly after a brief pause, his tone had changed. “Once upon a time, there was a powerful man that no one liked. He didn’t mind too much, so long as no one stood in his way. Because people got jealous of his power, people began to fight this man. One family in particular was extremely jealous and tried repeatedly to beat this great man.” Voldemort paused in his story for effect.

Harry, wondering if Voldemort had finally lost his mind, cautiosly made his way to the window, and fought to hold back a scream at what he saw.

In the middle of the street sat Voldemort, surrounded by several Death Eaters, each with a crying child sitting in their lap.

Looking up, Voldemort laughed. “Ah, I see you don’t like that, do you?” He asked as Harry fell backward, pain searing through his scar.

Harry was still struggling with several people to get outside when several Order members leapt out of the fireplace.

Harry paused in his struggling at their entrance. Seeing, the horrified look on Harry and Ron’s faces, Minerva said, “Don’t worry, like the location of the house, if you weren’t specifically given the information from Dumbledore you can not get here by floo powder. And why are you fighting?” She demanded.

Both boys breathed a sigh of relief before returning to the struggle, while Hermione rolled her eyes slightly and motioned for Minerva to look out the window

Minerva gasped audibly at the scene outside. “We have people outside that are sneaking up on the group of Death Eaters.” Minerva said, a furious look on her face, “However we didn’t know about the children. Call Fawkes wont you Harry?”

Harry, finally breaking away from Ron and unsure of exactly how to call the Phoenix, said, “Uhh…Fawkes? Could you come here for a moment?” He felt a bit silly, and looked up to see Lupin roll his eyes.

He gave him a shrug as a loud crack announced Fawkes arrival. Slightly surprised, he took Fawkes over the window and showed him the scene outside. “You see those children out there?” Harry asked, pointing out the window at the crying children. “Those men holding them are bad, and we need to save them, do you think that you can help us?” Harry held the Phoenix up so that they were eye level.

Fawkes started singing, and with a crack he was gone. Harry looked outside and could not believe what he saw. There were several cracks and flashes of light, and before any of the Death Eaters or Voldemort could react, the children had vanished.

Fawkes reappeared at Harry shoulder before he could even completely comprehend what had happened. He was about to ask were the children had been moved too when he heard a small whimper and turned around. All of the children were standing in a daze in the entry way. “I think we will need a few memory modifications.” He said sighing as he patted Fawkes head. “Thank you Fawkes.” He whispered gratefully.

Fawkes bowed his head slightly flew over to the stair case and began to sing a beautiful song. The children, still sniffling, made their way over to him to listen, and soon were all contently fast asleep, much to the pleasure of the baffled adults.

Hearing laughter, Harry looked back outside to see a laughing Voldemort. Based on the pain in his scar however, Voldemort was not laughing out of joy.

“So I see you’ve got Dumbledore’s clever bird.” He said throwing his head back and laughing manically. “I should have known!” He began shooting curses and spells towards the house in an act of desperation. All he accomplished however was to destroy the two homes on other side as none of the spells hit the house.

“It is almost time.” Minerva said, getting her wand out. “Now, when the signal comes, we will have to hurry to get out. If we leave the door open for too long they can get inside. Someone needs to stay behind to make sure that the door is securely closed and locked behind us.

There were several moments of absolutely no talking. No one wanted to have to stay behind and not help. “I will do it.” Sighed a voice from the back. The group turned to see the Weasley family walking in from the kitchen where they had just arrived by floo powder. “I can watch the children too and move them if something happens.” Ginny added.

Harry smiled at her gratefully, but she turned and ignored his smile. Shaking his head he turned towards the door, ready for the battle.

Hi, I'm a new reader. This story is simply amazing. Great ideas. I loved the whole chapter where Harry went to go meet the Founders. So creative. Why were James and Remus so unfriendly?
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Roshni

Welcome Roshni! I am glad that you are enjoying my story so far I am also glad that you caught the hostility between Remus and James (no one else has, at least they havn't mentioned it) It will definitly come up a few more times before it is resolved

Hi!! I've been reading your fic for a couple of days now!! I finally read all of what you posted already. It is a great story. You write really really good. There is so much going on I can't decide which parts to comment on or to congraduate you on. So I'l do it on the whole... It's very detailed, desciptive, Imaginative, wonderfuly written, And an all around great read!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing I will say I wish..Is for Harry and Ginny to hurry and get back together!! It's for the good of the both of them. Every one needs a little love in there life. Other than just family love. I'm am also glad you put Ron and Hermione together at last!! They've love each other from afar for to long. Anyway I'm happy I picked your Fic as my next one to start reading...... Keep up with it. I will be you avid reader from now till you finish. I Love It!!!!! Love You Too!!!!!!

For now!!

more fans of your story JulieAnn
That was another great post as usual, and just to keep it going
Keep up the great work and i really cant wait for the next post

ps-congratulations on the DA thing, both you and Zephan

Welcome to my fic, thank you so much for reading! I am so very glad that you are enjoying it so much You are awesome! I especially LOVE your use of smilies smilies make everyone happy, or so they should I think Ginny and Harry will get back together, but she is trying to teach him a lesson of sorts, kind of. There will be drama before they get back together it is unfortunate but it has to happen, I really tried not too, but there it is, unlike Ron and Hermione on the other hand, I glanced away for a moment, and here they are snogging over a banana peel, their relationship unfortunately though is being put on the back burner for the moment because there are some important things happening right now, so it can't develop too much at the moment, but they are ok with that. There will be some trials as in every relationship, but they will be stronger for it....hopefully..... I am also glad and grateful that you picked my story too read!

OT: Thanks so much! it is going to be great, we need to get people to come to the meetings when they start up

for fans! I have sucked them in! In all seriousness, you guys are making my story great by reading it, otherwise I would just be talking to myself! Thank you everyone who is reading my story, you are all the best!

Thanks
I just realized I had not read the last post. So yeah, it was great. Really creative. I liked the way you described the room with the horcruxes.
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Roshni

I enjoyed writing that room I realized that the reader was to assume that all of the Horcruxes had been destroyed because Voldy is dead, however I had not explained what they were, I wanted to have a place were Harry could actually look at what had been destroyed so far, and what was left, I know I am a visual person, so to me that made sense

I want to point out here that in the present Voldy is dead, however in Harry's flashbacks, he still has one more Horcrux to find before he can attack Voldy, which means the Final Battle is coming up soon-ish, hope you all enjoy!

Those posts were excellent; I loved them! Are you going to tell us why James and Remus were so stiff towards each other? Pamsoid!

Don't worry, Weasleygurl I won't keep you hanging..for too much longer

Chapter 27: The Vow

Harry looked up as several people entered the room. When at last the door was closed, Moody, at a nod from Dumbledore, once again performed a complicated serious of charms, making it impossible for anyone to enter until the meeting was over.

“First things first.” Minerva stood up, ready for business. She turned to Harry’s group of friends. “Come up here, and stand facing the back of the room.”

Harry like the others got up, confused as to what was going on. He looked questionally to Minerva before turning to face the people he had grown to known and love.

Lupin had been there for him, especially since Sirius. He wasn't sure about this apparent tension between him and his father, but he was sure he would get to the bottom of it, as soon as Sirius was safe, that is.

And there was Tonks sitting next to him. She had managed to get her hair under control, which was a good thing. At the moment it was a ridiculously long, curly blond which was not flattering in the least, but a vast improvement from the half mousy, half punk look she had previously been sporting.

Molly and Charlie sat on either side of Arthur. There were tears in Molly’s eyes, not knowing whether to be proud or terrified. Arthur was beaming, a grin bursting off of his face. Harry couldn’t help but grin as well.

The Weasley twins were behind them, making faces at the group standing in front of them, at least until Moody shot them a look.

Moody was standing next to the group, alternately shooting dirty looks at the twins and grinning at the group.

Hagrid, who hadn’t been at the earlier meeting, sat in the corner sniveling like a baby. Harry shook his head in wonderment at him.

Harry’s eyes finally met those of his parents. He hadn’t even realized that they had snuck back in, but it seemed fitting.

“We need you to take a serious oath before we continue. It requires the Unbreakable Vow. We, in this room have all taken it, are you prepared to do the same?” Minerva asked them in the most serious voice they had ever heard. At the nod of each of the children, the other members came up to assist

Fred and George tripped over each other to reach Ron, laughing as they did, and ignoring the dirty looks from their mother, Moody and Minerva. Dumbledore tried not to smile, but it was obvious that it was difficult.

Arthur and Molly put their arms around Ginny, awaiting instruction as she smiled up at them.

Lupin and Tonks began to walk up to Hermione, but a sobbing Hagrid beat Tonks there. Looking around for a moment, Tonks turned to Luna and grinned. Charlie also joined Luna and put his arm around Tonks, completely missing the jealous look that crossed Lupin’s face for a split second.

“I wish your parents were here to do this for you, but I would be proud to do it none the less.” Moody said as he slapped Neville’s back, sending him to his knees. Minerva sighed as she helped Neville up.

At last Harry’s parents made it to the front and joined him, each smiling in pride at him.

“Everyone, get ready.” Dumbledore said from his portrait, beaming at the room. At his word, the various groups moved into position.

Fred grabbed Ron’s right hand with his, and George pulled out his wand placing it on the hands.

Arthur took his daughters hand, while Molly held the wand on their right hands.

Charlie took Luna’s hand and missed both the dirty look from Neville, but also the knowing smile from Lupin.

Because Hagrid was not a fully fledged wizard and did not (legally) have a wand, he took Hermione’s hand as Lupin put his wand on their clasped hands.

At a motion from Moody, Minerva took Neville’s hand as Neville warily eyed the wand Moody had placed on their hands. Moody was after all, often known as a loose cannon.

With tears in her eyes, Lily Potter firmly and loving grasped her sons right hand in hers. James proudly pulled out his new wand, admiring it for a brief moment, before placing on the clasped hands of the mother and son.

At a nod from Minerva, Dumbledore began giving solemnly instructions. “I will give the vow. The order members will each repeat the vow after me. You will respond with ‘I do.’ Do you understand?”

At the nod of each of the children, Dumbledore began. “Do you promise that you join the Order in its cause to protect the world from Dark Wizards?” As the oath was repeated and each child said “I do” thin wisps of red flames shot out of the ends of the wands and began wrapping themselves around the clasped hands.

“Do you promise to keep the secrets plans of the order, and not divulge them to anyone other than other Order Members?” Another batch of flames shot out, binding the hands.

“Do you promise that if you have any questions or doubts to a member’s loyalties that you will bring those questions before the council before any action is made?” After hesitations, more flames shot out of the wands. Dumbledore fought to keep his face serious and not smile, knowing that they were thinking of Snape.

“Do you promise to perform to the best of your abilities any request of the Order?” “I do.” Came the immediate response followed by more winding flame.

Dumbledore smiled sadly at their lack of hesitation and almost blind devotion towards the Order. “Do you promise that if a request is asked of you that you do not feel is working towards the greater good, you will raise your questions to the council before completing the task?” Harry and Hermione looked up questioningly at Dumbledore before saying “I do.”

“And finally, do you promise to continue fighting towards the good of people regardless of losses that you might experience.” “I do.” The response came more firmly from both Harry and Neville, who had lost almost everything. The final flame wrapped itself around the clasped hands.

“Do you once again promise to uphold the promises that you have made here today?” Dumbledore asked. “I do.” As this final affirmation was made, the flames appeared to tie a knot around the clasped hands and then melt into the hands sealing the promises.

“You have all made an Unbreakable Vow. This vow is unique from other vows in the fact that you have made these promises to the Order, not to and individual. Even if the person that you have made this vow perishes, your vow will not be broken until the Order is no more.”

As Dumbledore finished the group began sitting down, Harry felt his chest swell out a bit, proud that he was now a member of the Order of the Phoenix.


Standing back up in the front, Minerva began to speak. “You may have been wondering why you have been asked here today, without the rest of the Order members.” She began, looking to each individual in turn.

“You have shown great devotion to the Order, yes even you children, and we have a special mission for you. We would like to form an Order within the Order, if you will, to carry out certain missions with sensitive information. The information I am about to give you should be held in the strictest confidence, even from the other Order members. I can not imagine Mundungus with this information.” Minerva mumbled the last part, causing a giggle to ripple throughout the people present.

“Now, now, Minerva.” Dumbledore said, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “You don’t want them to think that we don’t trust our own hand picked members, now do you?”

“Yes of course, your right.” Minerva sighed. “It is not that we don’t trust our members, it is just that we trust some more than others.” She compromised.

“Now, if you choose to be apart of this new elite branch of the Order, you must do so now, before we give you the information.” Minerva said all business once more.

Harry looked around the room at the people that he loved, he of course, knew what at least this mission entailed, and hoped that everyone in the room would blindly agree to join. He knew in his heart that they all would.

She put a vessel on the table that reminded Harry of the Goblet of Fire. It was in the shape of a pentagon and was filled with a red fire, but it emitted no heat. Next to the container she placed a stack of parchment and a beautiful quill.

“If you choose to join us, step forward, right your name on the parchment with this quill and throw your name into this chalice.” She said motioning to the table. “If you cannot put your faith in us, please leave.” She motioned to the door.

For a moment no one moved. Then Harry rose and stepped up to the table, the rest of the group followed suit. Moody brought up the rear, and he had tears of pride in his eyes at the devotion these people had to the betterment and safety of the world.

Minerva led off the group, writing her name on the parchment and then throwing it into the fire. One by one the rest did the same. When the last name had been entered and everyone was in there seats, she closed the lid.

“Brace yourself.” She said calmly. “This will hurt.”

Not knowing what she meant, the group looked around at each other, but then tried to prepare themselves for the pain, a difficult task since they had no idea where it would hit.

Minerva took out her wand, pushed back her sleeves, and tapped the box three times while inaudibly muttering an incantation. As she finished, she tapped it one last time, the box lifted off the table and began to spin, engulfing the room in light. Suddenly, everyone in the room began to scream.

Harry screamed at the pain coursing through his arm. He desperately clawed at the sleeve of his robe, finally managing to pull it up. An image was beginning to appear, as if being burned on to the tender skin of the underside of his wrist where his arm met the palm. He gasped as the image came into focus.

Branded on his arm was an image of a phoenix, Fawkes from the looks of it, behind the phoenix was a pentagram, a five pointed star. Harry watched mesmerized as the tiny phoenix on his arm began to beat its wings. As suddenly as it was there however, it had vanished.

Harry stood up as the pain became a distant memory and noticed others in the room picking themselves off the floor, all staring at Minerva.

“The Order had been communicating through the use of their patronus. This was dangerous because it can be identified who and where the caster is. If you remember, that is how the Death Eaters were able to track and murder Fluer Delacour and Bill Weasley.” Pain was apparent in her voice as she said this. Molly gave a slight sob but held her head up high.

“Because of this we gave all the members these rings.” she said handing out a ring to each person. “They do not give specifics; they just heat up when we activate them to call a meeting. While these, being object can be stolen, if a Death Eater finally figured out that it signified a meeting, they would not no where to go.”

Harry examined the ring as Minerva spoke, it was a plain gold band. The only distinguishing thing about the ring is that it had an ornately carved phoenix, surprisingly detailed for how miniscule it was. He placed it on the ring finger on his right hand. It had been charmed to fit the wearer perfectly.

Minerva demonstrated how the rings worked, she tapped hers muttering something and suddenly his ring began to emit warmth, not unpleasantly warm, just enough to get his attention. “When you feel the warmth. Meet here directly. Again this is for a normal Order of the Phoenix meeting.” Minerva said lowering her wand. “We got this idea from you.” Minerva said acknowledging Hermione. “From your DA coins.” She said proudly as Hermione blushed.

“Now.” Minerva said indicating her wrist. “We got this idea from the Death Eater’s Dark Mark, but expanded on it. If you notice, the mark has vanished. Because we are an essentially nonexistent Order within the Order of the Phoenix we wanted something that would alert you of a meeting or when someone was in danger with out being an object that could be stolen. We also wanted something that would be discrete, unlike the Dark Mark. This mark will appear when someone is sending a message. The message itself is given to you, almost like a voice whispering in your ear. You will know, but no one else will.

"When the message is complete, the mark will again disappear. We tried to make it invisible all of the time, but it seems impossible. This message is in detail, and tells when and where the meeting is. It can also be sent as a warning, and a plea for help. Anyone can send a message, but remember it will come to all of us, and please use discretion when using it.” Minerva again lifted up her wand and placed it on the mark. “I need help.” She said, “I am trapped at the school.” As soon as she had lowered her wand her voice whispered through his head.

“Wow!” he gasped, looking around. Everyone else in the group seemed to be impressed with this means of communication.

“Now that that is taken care of, let’s get down to the first mission.”


From a motion from Minerva, Harry stood and nervously made his way to the front of the room.

“Earlier today.” He began with a shaky voice, “after the game, when we left you” he looked around the room, trying to ignore the baffled looks on almost everyone’s faces, “something happened that I didn’t tell you about.”

“I thought you said you went to the school?” Ron asked almost accusingly.

“You knew about this?” Hermione asked a hurt expression on her face.

“We did go to the school!” Harry insisted, “And no, I didn’t know about this, jus the mission.” Harry said addressing Hermione’s question.

“Oh, ok.” Ron said motioning Harry to continue, apparently satisfied with his answer.

Rolling his eyes, Harry continued. He told them everything, about the portrait, about the meeting, the journey through the castle, the rooms. He did however leave out the nightmare from the potions, much to the disappointment of his parents, who were still curious about what he saw. He told them about the portraits and the Founders and what they had to say.

When he was finished, everyone sat in shocked silence for a few moments.

“You met the Founders?” Hermione asked in awe.

Harry nodded, he could tell she wanted to bombard him with questions, but knew it was not the right time. He was impressed with her self control, all though he could tell she was struggling with it.

“So what do we have to do to get Sirius out?” James and Lupin asked almost simultaneously. Lupin shot James a dark look, James looked down, hurt.

“We have to pull Sirius out and destroy the veil all at the same time. There can’t be any wait time in between. I have been given the incantation to extract Sirius from the veil. Someone needs to say the incantation, grab Sirius as he comes through the door, and almost even before he is completely clear of the door, the rest of the group needs to begin the incantation to seal and destroy the door. This is important because we do not want any of the evil to get out.”

Hermione and Ginny both gave a visible shudder at the thought of what might be waiting in the veil, biding its time to come out.

We need to go over this, and practice the incantations until we have them perfectly. There will be no opportunities for mistakes. We have one opportunity and a slip up could be disastrous.” Harry tried to press upon them the feeling of dread that the Founders had pressed upon him.

“There is one more thing before we continue any farther.” Harry said solemnly dreading what he was about to say.

“Once we get Sirius out of the veil, it may become apparent that he has become corrupt or contaminated with this evil that resides in the veil. If this happens, we must destroy him. No questions asked. We can not take the risk.” Harry paused to regain his composure.

“If you can not agree to this, ALL of you, “he spoke to everyone, but his eyes were focused on his father and Lupin, “then I will NOT give you the spell to save him, and we WILL destroy the veil without trying. Do you understand?” His eyes bore into the two men, when they and the rest of the group had all nodded in agreement, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

With a flick of his wand a huge whiteboard appeared with three spells on them: “Eximo Sirius Black”,“Occlude Vinculum” and “Eradico Arcus Claustrum”

“The first spell is the incantation to remove a person.” He then demonstrated the proper wand movement as shown to him by the Founders. They had made him do it over and over again, till they were satisfied that he could pronounce and perform the spell perfectly.

“Because they taught me to do it, I will perform the incantation to remove Sirius.” Harry said in a voice that left no room for argument.

“The moment you see Sirius come through the Arch, perform the second spell.” He demonstrated the proper pronunciation. “The wand movement is simple; just point it at the arch.” He listened as they each pronounced the spell. “You will only need to do this spell once, but you need to make sure that Sirius is most of the way out before you do it other wise it will trap him halfway inside.” Harry continued walking through the group.

“After I extract Sirius I will use Petrificus Totalus and Incarcerous to make sure that if he is corrupted that he will not bother us while we destroy the veil.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “In case something should happen that would make him immune to the spells, would you be ready to assist me Moody?” Harry asked.

“Of course I will.” Moody gruffly answered.

“Might I make a suggestion, Harry?” Minerva asked stepping up.

At Harry’s nod she continued, “Why don’t Miss Granger and Miss Weasley perform the incantation to seal the door. Molly and Lily can keep an eye on them incase they need more assistance with the sealing, if anything tries to get out, they can use their patronus to push it back in. Meanwhile, Moody and Arthur will be ready to assist you if the need should arise. The rest of us will begin destroying the gate the second it is sealed and the rest can join in.”

Harry thought about it for a second and nodded. “Yes, that will work, I like it.” He smiled as he made his way back to the front.

“When are we going to do this, Harry?” Ron asked, seeing a break in the conversation.

“Right now.” Harry said, “Are we ready?”

There were a few panicked looks, but everyone stood up and followed Harry out of the room. “We will use the floo network to get there, it is the easiest and most secure.” They arrived at the fireplace and one by one, each person took a handful of powder and stepped in to the grate, saying their destinations clearly, “The Ministry of Magic.”

“I need to get some more floo powder.” Molly said absentmindedly before she too disappeared.

In the darkness of the alleyway, a man stared at the location he knew the house to be. “They already got a new secret keeper.” He whispered bitterly and began to laugh. It was a cold dark laugh; the laugh of a madman.

uh WOW
amazing post
i like the whole idea of the mark. that's so sad, bill and fleur died
PAMS

Roshni

All I could say after I read it was Woooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Snitiches!! That was a awesome post! I can't wait to see who the man is at the end......... I also like the mark and ring ideas. Those were very creative. I hope they get Sirius out with no problems and he's okay. I absolutly love him! I feel bad because Bill and Fluer are dead tho. I just can't wait til you post again. .............................................I hope it isn't to long of a wait ................... Bye I'll be looking forward to it!!! :cheers:

I wanted to come up with a better means of communication than the patronuses, so I am glad that you liked what I came up with (I was watching LotR when I came up with the Ring part ) Unfortunately, Bill and Fluer had to die. I really didn't want them to, but it was either them or Fred and George, and I really couldn't do that. I had originally killed off Kingsley Shackbolt too, but then realized I needed him later on, so I had to fix it to just Bill and Fluer, so far...
That evil guy has his very own chapter coming up pretty quick, and the veil is in the next post, and nope you don't have to wait too long, as I am doing some last minute editing work on it....right.....now

Chapter 28: The Ministry of Magic

The group fell out of grates and into the Atrium at the Ministry of Magic. Harry gazed up at the now fixed Fountain of Magical Brethren. As he waited for everyone to compose themselves he couldn’t help think about the battle that took place here.

He led the way to the Department of Mysteries, surprised that he still knew the way after more than a year. Entering the lift, he pushed the button for the ninth level, the lowest floor in the Ministry of Magic.

The lift door opened and he walk directly across to the door he knew held the department of mysteries. The group entered the first door and found themselves in the room with 12 doors.

Nodding to Hermione he shut the door and once again felt the sense of vertigo from watching the walls spin.

Hermione walked over and opened the door, “This is the room with the Brains.” She marked the door as before she closed it. Ron whimpered and backed up, hiding behind Moody.

Rolling his eyes, Harry opened the next door, “This is the room with the Time Turners he said to Hermione as she again marked the door.

Once again the doors spun around. Harry opened another door and realized that it lead back to the lifts, scowling that he had forgotten to mark the door they came in, he drew an arrow on the door, distinguishing it from the rest of the marks.

Hermione opened the next door. “Here we go.” She said as she motioned for the group to exit into the large chamber.

They were about halfway down the stairs, “I tripped right here.” Tonks said suddenly, startling everyone.

“What?” Remus asked her, not understanding what she meant.

“I tripped right here.” She repeated, tears now filling her eyes. “I was right here, on my stomach about to get up when I looked up and watched him fall into the veil. There was nothing I could do. If I hadn’t tripped, I could have saved him.” The tears now fell over her eyes.

Harry looked at her in shock. He had had no idea that she had blamed herself all this time. Reaching over he gave her a tight hug. “I had to forgive myself, now it is time for you to forgive yourself.”

She returned his hug. “We will see.” was all she said.

Harry made his way down until he stood in front of the veil. Even from where he was standing he could hear the whisperings coming from the veil. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves he looked behind him to ensure everyone was in their proper positions.

He raised his wand, made the proper movements and said, “Eximo Sirius Black” in a loud, powerful and authoritative voice. A bright golden beam shot from Harry’s wand and appeared to ripple across the surface of the veil. The once wispy cloth like appearance of the veil changed to a thick grey metallic liquid.

At first nothing happened. Sighing he wondered if he should do the incantation again, even though he had been strictly warned not too.

Before he could even open is mouth a huge gust of air came through the veil, pushing him back. The whispering became louder and developed into cries of agony and pleading.

Harry resisted the urge to cover his ears and turn away from the veil. He stood his ground and stared mesmerized into the veil which began to swirl and take shape, he could see images and tortured faces swim past him in the murkiness of the veil.

Suddenly an arm shot out of the veil. Harry hesitated for a second until he saw the familiar numbers that were branded into his arm during his stay at Azkaban. Harry firmly grabbed the arm and pulled with all of his might, slowly more of Sirius emerged, but it was a slow painful process.

“HELP!” Harry finally bellowed as he felt his grip on Sirius slipping. Moody and Arthur rushed over as planned and began to pull on Sirius as well.

Hermione and Ginny stood slightly behind them waiting for the signal from Harry.

Finally, all that was left was his left leg from his knee down. “Do it now!” Harry bellowed at the girls.

“Occlude Vinculum” The girls screamed in unison. Bright green beams shot simultaneously from the girls wand and began to change the liquid appearance of the veil first to the wispy cloth again and then to stone.

Upon seeing this, the men struggled harder to free Sirius’ leg. Finally his foot appeared, but both girls screamed out at what came out with it.

On first appearance the thing hanging onto Sirius’ leg looked like a small girl child. However when it looked up it had no eyes in it's occular cavities, just black capping holes, it’s mouth was black as well and appeared to be oozing some sort of thick black sludge. Harry wondered in panicked terror, what would happen if that sludge hit the floor. Her skin was grey and looked like it was barely hanging on to her small frame.

Three patronus’ hit the creature in the face. It’s scream was the most dreadful sound imaginable as it lost it's grip and was pushed back just as the veil’s surface turned completely into stone.

“Petrificus Totalus” Harry said quietly, pointing his wand at Sirius who was still kneeling on the floor trying to catch his breath.

Sirius’ body went rigid as the spell hit him. Harry bond Sirius using incarcerous just in case the other spell wore off while everyone was dealing with the destruction of the veil.

At Harry’s nod, “Eradico Arcus Claustrum” wrang out through the room. Blue beams flew out of the wands and began to wrap around the veil. Over and over the group repeated the spell. The arch began to shake and appeared to be ripping it’s self apart. Again and yet again, the now exhausted group worked for the better part of an hour.

Finally the arch gave one last violent shake, lifted off the ground and exploded, covering everything in a fine dust.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly the place where the veil had been began imploding and sucked all of the dust back through a small hole which shown brightly and the blinked out.

“Merlin’s Beard!” A voice shouted from near the door. The startled group turned suddenly to the man who was wearing what appeared to be modified Death Eater robes and mask. When he realized that the groups attention was now focused on him, he turned and ran through the door.

“Get him!” Harry screamed as he ran up the stairs, leaving the still frozen Sirius with the rest of the group. James and Lupin followed close behind him.

By the time that Harry made it back to the lift, It was apparent that there was no way to catch the man.

“This calls for a meeting I think.” Minerva said quietly as she and the others reached the now panting men, the floating Sirius in front of her. “Howver, more pressing issues call for my attention at the moment.” Minerva said thoughtfully referring to Sirius. She looked about thoughtfully.

“Harry, come with me. Tonks, will you go ahead and make sure that Miriam is the one to meet us. The rest of you go back to headquarters. Moody will you call the meeting and we will join you as quickly as possible. I don’t need to remind you that this is need to know. Leave out as many details as possible. If asked what the meeting is about, play dumb.” She said to the group as a whole.

James and Lupin did not look happy about being left out of anything with Sirius, but they did not say anything, understanding the need to show up at the meeting to avoid suspicion from the rest of the Order.

“This new Order is harder than it looks.” Ron grumbled as he followed the rest of the group to the fire grates.

Minerva looked at Harry and he instantly understood that they would apperate to St. Mungos.