Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe isn't mine, it all belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just having some fun with her masterpiece.
In the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, a scrawny black haired teenager lay on his decrepit bed with his eyes closed. Harry Potter was bored, and being bored was not a good thing for the son of James David Potter and Lily Annabeth Potter nee Evans. When Harry was bored, things seemed to happen, unexpected things. And unexpected things were most unwelcome when it came to living with the Dursleys, it was one of those unexpected things that had landed Harry locked in his bedroom on a warm summer's night while the rest of the household was away. Vernon Dursley, a most corpulent man, had received an invitation to attend the award presentation of the All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn competition.
Harry chortled at the thought of Uncle Vernon's face when the man realized that there was no such this as 'the All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn' competition. It had been Sirius' little contribution to the plan to get the Dursleys out of the house so that Harry could be rescued and brought to Sirius' childhood home. The communications blackout that Albus Dumbledore had enforced on Harry only covered owls or letters, it did nothing to stop the charmed journals that Harry, Hermione, Ron, Sirius and Remus all had. The idea had sprung up the previous year when Hermione made a comment about how sending letters to each other was too slow. Harry suggested some type of parchment, much like the Marauder's Map, that could transmit messages to the others. And thus the Marauder's Messaging Method, the title still needed work, was born.
Suddenly Harry heard movement coming from downstairs. It sounded like a plate crashing to the floor. Even though Harry knew it was most likely the Order of the Phoenix, he wasn't going to take any chances, not with the Darkest Wizard or Witch since Morgana le Fey after him. Harry quickly shut off his bedside light, arranged his pillows under the threadbare quilt and slipped behind the door to his closet. From his hiding spot, Harry could hear several pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Alohomora!" a female voice whispered from the other side of the door. It opened with a click and in the doorframe, there were several people Harry recognized, including the shabbily dressed brown-haired flecked with gray man known as Remus Lupin, werewolf and Moony of the Marauders. However he was flanked by two people that Harry didn't know; the other was a grizzled older man with steel gray hair and a face that looked like weather beaten stone, this man also had a pair of mismatched eyes; one was beady and brown, while the other was electric blue and seemed to move with a mind of its own. The other person was a young woman with a heart-shaped face and bright pink hair.
The three people entered Harry's room, well only the pink haired woman did, Moony and Mad Eye stayed just inside the doorway. The woman approached the bed and quickly flipped off the covers.
"What in Merlin's…" the woman began but she was cut off as Harry made his appearance.
"Next one that moves toward their wands, loses their heads," Harry growled. "Now let me see your hands, raise them nice and slow."
"Harry, its us," Remus said, trying to placate the teen.
"Perhaps or you could be imposters using Polyjuice," Harry said, his wand trained on Moody.
"Well done lad," Moody laughed darkly.
"Choose your next words carefully," Harry growled. "How do I know that any of you are who you claim to be?"
"Constant Vigilance indeed," Moody said with what looked like a smile. "What would you have us do laddie?"
"Remus, what did my parents and Sirius call your condition?"
"A furry little problem, or as Sirius would say, the world's worst case of male PMS in existence. Remind me to hex him when we get back," Moony answered with a wry chuckle. Harry nodded.
"Now onto Moody, where were you at Hogwarts last year?"
"Stuck in that bastard, Barty Crouch Jr.'s, trunk," Moody snarled. "Come on boy, you can do better than that!"
"All right, what did Albus Dumbledore tell you about the Dementors during the trial of Igor Karkaroff?"
Moody laughed once more. "Very good lad," he grunted. "Albus told me that the Ministry was wrong to ally themselves with such creatures."
Harry nodded and turned his wand on the woman. "Now I don't know who you are so…"
"Name's Tonks," Tonks eagerly said.
"That's nice, but it doesn't answer the question of how to ensure that you are who you say you are," Harry said.
"Harry, Tonks is telling the truth," Moony said.
"I believe that you think that's the truth but if I'm going to go with you, I need to be sure. Now you could give me an oath that you are not a Death Eater nor a supporter of Voldemort, and that will do until we can get to know each other more."
"Is that your flirting technique? Because if it is, you need some more work," Tonks said.
"No, that's not my technique, now either give me an oath or I'll drop you," Harry growled.
"Fine, I, Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks, hereby swear on my life and magic that I am not a Death Eater nor have I ever been, as well as I have never supported the Dark Lord V. , so I swear, so mote it be!" A golden swirl of magic circled around Tonks signaling the oath taking effect, and when she didn't drop dead, Harry lowered his wand.
"All right, now what are you all doing here?" he asked sharply.
"We've come to spring you," Tonks said.
"What do you mean 'why' Potter?" Moody snapped.
"Why now? I've been sending letters to you all for a bloody month and yet none of you deemed me worthy of responding to those letters," Harry snarled. "And now, after a month of being ignored, you all show up without so much as a by your leave."
"I'm sorry we couldn't answer your letters Harry but we couldn't run the risk of them being intercepted," Remus said.
"And what about those guards out front?"
Tonks and Moody looked shocked at this.
"On come on, Mrs. Figg told me that Dumbledore has had me tailed all summer, so of course I know, but that doesn't answer my question!"
"You'll have to ask Albus," Remus said.
"I will do so. Now you said that you were getting me out of here," Harry said. "Where exactly am I being taken?"
"Headquarters," grunted Moody.
"Headquarters of what?" Harry asked.
"Not here Harry, now hurry up, we're on a tight schedule," Remus said.
"Perhaps you could help me?" Harry asked. "As you can see my belongings are a bit scattered. Surely there's a charm or spell?"
Remus sighed and waved his wand. Harry's belongings quickly rose into the air and soared into his trunk. With a tap, both Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage had been shrunk and stowed in Harry's trouser pocket. The quartet made their way downstairs where Harry was introduced to the rest of the group.
"How are we getting to this Headquarters?" Harry asked.
"We're flying," Moody said.
"Are you bloody mental!" Harry shouted, causing several people to jump. "Why the hell would we fly when we could go by Floo or Apparate or use a Portkey?"
"They all could be tracked," Remus said. "And we're trying to keep a low profile here."
"You're doing a brilliant job of it," Harry snarled. "What about the Tube?"
"The what?" several people asked.
"Merlin give me strength," Harry muttered. "The Underground, its not like Headquarters is out of the country, or something."
"Too risky, could be tracked as well," Moody growled.
"By who? I'd pay to see bloody Death Eaters try and follow the Tube," Harry snapped. "And it's got to be faster than flying halfway across the country."
"We don't have time," Moody began but Remus cut him off.
"No Alastor, Harry's right," Remus said. "Change of plans, we're doing this Harry's way. Tonks and I will provide close proximity protection. Alastor, Kingsley, you two will follow Disillusioned. The rest of you head back and let the others know.
"It's nice to see that the brains of the Marauders hasn't lost all of his common sense," Harry quipped. Remus gave Harry a quick glare before grabbing his arm and leading Harry out of the house.
"I'm never coming back to this place," Harry growled. "It's not my home, as if it ever was to begin with."
Hundreds of miles away, in an office high up in a Scottish castle tower, several odd looking trinkets sputtered and stilled.
It took two hours, three transfers and a ten-minute cab ride before Tonka and Remus pulled Harry into a downtrodden looking square where damper looking townhomes lined the streets.
"Read this," Moody growled, thrusting a piece of parchment into Harry's hands.
Harry looked down at the parchment. It read 'The headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London.'
"Think about what you've just memorized," Remus said.
Harry thought the message, and soon a townhouse appeared out of thin air. Moody shoved Harry forward, up the steps before unlocking the door. Once it was open, Harry was pushed inside and the door locked behind them. A few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared and began fusing over his appearance.
"Now then Harry dear, Ron and Hermione are upstairs waiting for you," Molly said. "The meeting is about to start, he's just arrived."
"What meeting?" Harry asked.
"Nothing children like you need to worry about," Molly said. "Now up you go, your room is up the stairs and the second door on the left."
"Not buts young man, now go," Molly ordered sternly. "Also please keep it down in the hall, I don't want to wake anything up."
Harry frowned as Molly pointed up the rickety stairs. He bit back a growl as he made his way up to the second floor. As he reached the second floor landing, Harry saw something that sickened him. The heads of elderly house elves were mounted on plaques on the wall. To his left, Harry heard voices coming from the door in front of him. Harry gripped the handle and pushed open the door.
"Harry!" a female voice cried. Harry's view of the bedroom was cut short by a large amount of bushy brown-hair that Harry was very familiar with, and his nose was assaulted by the fragrance combination that symbolized his best friend; vanilla, cinnamon and parchment.
"Hey Hermione," Harry whispered as he returned the tight hug. "Ron," Harry said with a curt nod to the tall redhead.
"When did you get here?" Hermione asked, still wrapped in Harry's arms.
"Just now," Harry said. "So when did you get here?"
"The Headmaster brought me here three days after term ended," Hermione said. Harry could hear the undercurrent of anger in her voice when talking about Dumbledore, though Harry was sure that only he and maybe Ron could hear it.
"What about your parents?" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore 'convinced' them that it would be safer for everyone involved if I was brought here," Hermione said. "When I asked what protections that my parents would get, all he did was smile at me and told me not to worry about it. They're my parents for Merlin's sake, is it really that difficult to put up some wards on my house or give them emergency Portkeys?"
"You know what Hermione, I'm sure that if we speak to Remus or Sirius about it, they could do it," Harry said. Hermione smiled and gave Harry another hug, burying her head in his chest. "So then, shall we get this over with?" The other two nodded.
"SO WHAT IF YOU TWO HAVEN'T BEEN ALLOWED IN THE MEETINGS?" Harry roared. "I'VE BEEN STUCK AT PRIVET DRIVE FOR A MONTH WITHOUT AS MUCH AS A SCRAP OF NEWS, AND YOU TWO ARE SORRY BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO SEND ME A LETTER!"
"WE TRIED!" Hermione screamed. "But Dumbledore said we couldn't."
"OH SO ALL BECAUSE ALBUS BLOODY DUMBLEDORE SAID SO, THAT MAKES IT ALL RIGHT, IS THAT IT?" Harry shouted back. "WHY IS HE SO KEEN ON KEEPING ME IN THE DARK ANYWAY, I'M GUESSING THAT YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO ASK!"
"Of course we did," Ron growled. "But he would never give us a straight answer. He would just say that it was for the best. We're really sorry mate we wanted to tell you what was going on but Dumbledore had Mum proofread out letters to you."
Harry arched an eyebrow at Ron's admission. It was another strike against the Weasley matriarch.
A pair of CRACKS rent the silent air as two bodies wrapped into existence.
"Hello Harry," Fred said jovially as he and George settled on the edge of Ron's bed.
"Hello you two," Harry said. "So you two passed then?"
"But of course," George said. Harry nodded at the door, and the twins raised their wands and cast several charms and wards on the bedroom door.
"So, how has everything been coming along?" Harry asked.
"Pretty well," Hermione said. "The Marauder's Parchment has been a great help. Sirius and Remus have been passing along notes about the meetings ever since we got here. Though those notes don't paint a pretty picture."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"The Order is pathetic," Ron said. "They think that they are the front line of defense against the Death Eaters. Barely any of the members have any combat experience. There are several Aurors who are members, but only Moody, Sirius, Remus and Kingsley Shacklebolt have experience in fighting Death Eaters. And the rest of the members just follow Dumbledore much too blindly. From looking back at the First War, they were losing badly until that Halloween, and I don't think that anything has changed."
The twins and Hermione nodded.
"I see," Harry said. "Fred, George, how goes our supplies program?"
"We've had quite a bit of success there," Fred said.
"The Triwizard money that you gave us got our foot in the door and with Sirius bankrolling us too, we are well on our way to having a steady supply of the materials that we need. Sirius was really interested in helping, said that it would be the ultimate prank for the Black family fortune to fund the destruction of the very society that built it."
"That's brilliant to hear," Harry said. "Sirius has told me that quite a few of the younger members of the Order are getting annoyed with the restrictions that Dumbledore has placed on how the Order can combat the Death Eaters. If he doesn't change his tune soon, he's going to lose a lot of his muscle in the Order. Forgiveness must be tempered by both caution and common sense. But for now we'll let Sirius and Remus deal with Dumbledore and the Order, we are going to focus on weeding out the garden that is Hogwarts. Our main objective this year is to gain as many allies as we can while thinning out Riddle's possible recruits. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
"No sir," the room chorused.
"Good, now I think that it is time we head down, I believe we are about to be called down for dinner," Harry said. Fred and George released the charms and wards on the door.
"Harry!" Ginny cried as Harry opened the door. The tiny redhead quickly gave Harry a tight hug.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said with a lopsided grin. "What were you doing out in the hall?"
"I was just coming to get you all, Mum says that the meeting is over and dinner is about to start."
"Oh ok, thanks Ginny," Harry said. The tiny redhead blushed and gave Harry a brilliant smile. "Um where do we go?"
"The kitchen is in the basement," Hermione said. "Follow us."
The group left the bedroom, passed the mounted elf heads and made their way down to the kitchen. Harry noticed that several of his guards were leaving the kitchen.
"Harry Potter," a familiar voice said warmly.
"Sirius!" Harry cried happily, before rushing over and giving his godfather a tight hug.
"Hey there pup," Sirius said. "See that you made it. Heard as well that you shot down Dumbledore's escort plan."
"So it was Dumbledore's hair-brained scheme that nearly would have gotten us all killed," Harry said.
"HARRY POTTER!" Molly scolded. "You shouldn't disrespect the Headmaster like that."
"Mrs. Weasley, did you know what Dumbledore's plan was?" She shook her head. "He would have had us fly on brooms from Surrey to London. The plan that I suggested had us take advantage of the Death Eaters bigotry and wouldn't have used any magic for us to be tracked by. So yes, I will disrespect Dumbledore when his plans put me and my friends in danger."
Sirius and Remus grinned at how easily Harry shot down Molly Weasley, who thought that the sun shone out of Dumbledore's ass it seemed.
"I think we should have dinner now, this type of talk is better suited for another time," Mr. Weasley said. Mrs. Weasley looked like she wanted to continue the argument but the speaking up of her husband made her take pause.
"Let's eat," Bill said.
Dinner was as usual with anything cooked by Molly Weasley was delicious. As dinner wore down, Harry noticed that the atmosphere had been slowly building more and more tense. Once the pudding had been finished off, Harry saw Sirius and Remus exchange a glance.
"So Harry, I'm surprised that you haven't started an interrogation about Voldemort?" Sirius said.
"I tried but Ron and Hermione said that they couldn't tell me anything," Harry said.
"That's right, you are all much too young to be worried about this sort of thing," Mrs. Weasley said. "Now you children, off to bed with you, we have a busy day ahead of us."
"Mrs. Weasley, have you ever faced off against Voldemort…judging from by that flinch, you haven't," Harry said. "Well I have, four times in fact. That's more than anyone in this room, let alone in the Order. I was the one who saw Voldemort return, I was the one who told Dumbledore that he had returned allowing Dumbledore to recall the Order almost instantly. I think I deserve to know what the Order has been doing to prepare for the War."
"Surely you realize that the Blood War has started again," Harry said. "Voldemort has risen and this War will be just as bloody as the last one. And I wouldn't count on a mother's sacrifice as a suitable way to win the war once more."
Molly flinched at Harry's cold tone. "Harry dear, I understand why you think…"
"Think! I don't think, I know," Harry snapped. "Do you realize that Voldemort will come after me, my age won't stop him? He tried to kill me when I was ONE! He killed my parents just because they were there! I don't think he'll have any qualms about coming after me now that I'm fifteen."
"So Harry, what do you want to know?" Sirius asked, quickly cutting into the conversation.
"Well, you probably realize that the Order is in direct contrast to Voldemort's Death Eaters," Sirius said. "Ever since Dumbledore recalled the Order, we've been attempting to inform people about it, as well as recruit new members, and stop Death Eaters."
"Stop Death Eaters, like how? Arrest them, what?"
"No, more like observe their movements and such," Remus said. "We're not part of the Ministry and we have no legal authority so we can't go around arresting people."
Harry nodded. "Are people believing you? Do they believe that Voldemort has returned?" The faces of Remus, Sirius and the others told Harry everything he needed to know. "I'll take that as a no."
"It's not that they don't believe it," Sirius said.
"They don't want too," Remus finished. "The last War nearly brought about the end of our world, everyone was terrified. No one knew if the next day was going to be their last, no one wants to relive that."
"But surely people have to realize that neither me nor Dumbledore would lie about something like this," Harry said.
"You saw Fudge in the Hospital Wing, well that's the jist of it," Remus said. "The Ministry is doing all it can to keep their heads down and ignoring the problem, hoping it will go away."
"Which plays right into Voldemort's hands," Harry said. "If no one wants to believe he's back, it allows him to move about unseen. What's his endgame aside from wanting to kill me and take over the world?"
"We think he's trying to build up his forces again, Dark Creatures, Death Eaters, and such," Sirius said.
"Is that all?" Harry pressed.
"No," Remus said slowly. "We believe he's attempting to get something, something he didn't have last time."
"Like what, a weapon or something?"
"That's enough," Molly snapped. "Harry dear, I understand that you fell that you are entitled to this information but you are all still too young to understand what is happening. Now off to bed with all of you."
Harry looked to Sirius and Remus for help but found none. Signaling defeat to his friends, Harry and the others left the kitchen. Sirius and Remus watched the group go, with hidden grins.
Later that night, two doors opened and two figures made their way down a flight of stairs and into the library.
"I missed you so much, a male voice whispered as the two figures embraced.
"Me too, me too," a female voice echoed.
Emerald green eyes met chocolate brown as two pairs of lips touched lightly. The kiss quickly went from loving and soft to fierce and passionate. Soft moans and exclamations filled the library, tongues danced together and hands roamed over their clothed bodies.
"We need to go to bed," Hermione gasped as Harry's lips sucked on her pulse point. "Oh Harry, please stop, we're going to get caught."
Harry growled but withdrew his lips from Hermione's neck. "Fine but I haven't seen you in over a month and couldn't help myself," Harry said. "Why do we have to keep hiding our relationship?"
"You know as well as I do that Molly has been trying to set me and Ron up, as well as you and Ginny," Hermione said. "But soon, we'll tell everyone soon."
"I'm going to hold you to that," Harry said. "It just hurts that I can't hold you hand or kiss you in public, why can't my life let me enjoy the one thing that had kept me sane and brings me happiness." Hermione gave Harry a sad smile.
"I know Harry, its hurting me too," Hermione said. "How about after you hearing, we'll come out then."
"Ok," Harry said before sneaking a quick kiss. Hermione tried to resist but once Harry's tongue touched her lips, her resistance shattered and she gave in. She buried her hands in his hair and her own tongue met his. After five more minutes of furious and frantic snogging, the disheveled couple reluctantly parted, each sporting identical mused looks. The pair left the library and returned to their rooms, each falling asleep with broad grins.
"Harry! Wake up!" a very familiar voice shouted in Harry's ear. In a flash, Harry was awake and had his wand in hand, its tip glowing red. "Whoa there Harry, it's just me Sirius."
Blinking, the room came into focus, and Harry saw Sirius standing over him. "Sorry Sirius," Harry said putting his wand back in the arm holster that Sirius had given him the previous Christmas. He then grabbed his glasses and put them on.
"Merlin pup, you've got your father's draw," Sirius chuckled. "Come on, breakfast is ready."
Harry nodded and grabbed a towel. "I'll meet you all down there in fifteen, I'm going to catch a shower."
"Right then," Sirius said. "I'll save you a plate."
Freshly washed, Harry entered the kitchen running a hand through his still damp hair. He heard a soft sigh and spotted Ginny sneaking glances at him from her place at the table. Harry hid a frown when he saw that the only open seat was next to Ginny. Ron and Hermione were seated across from one another opposite Ginny.
"Morning Harry dear, take a seat," Molly said with a smile. Harry nodded and sat down next to Ginny, who tried to keep her blush under control, and failed. Molly slid an over loaded plate in front of Harry. Harry caught eyes with both Hermione and Ron, who looked uncomfortable in his own right.
"Once you are all done, we'll go up to the drawing room and start there," Molly said. "So eat up."
"Why? What's in the drawing room?" Harry asked.
"We're cleaning," Ron groaned through a mouthful of food. "By hand!"
"What! Why? Can't people use magic," Harry exclaimed.
"You four can't use magic outside of Hogwarts," Molly snapped. "You should know that Harry."
"I do Mrs. Weasley," Harry said coolly. "But there are several of-age wizards who could do it."
"Well yes but you need something to occupy yourselves."
"Yes that's a great distraction from fighting for our lives," Ron muttered. "Cleaning out a decrepit old house."
"Ronald Weasley!" Molly shouted. "You will do as you are told."
Ron bristled. "You know what, NO!" he shouted. "I've had it with your overbearing attitude mum. You never listen to any of us, you constantly baby us and if we try and do something you don't like, you yell and scream until you browbeat us into just giving up. Why the hell do you think that Bill, Charlie, and even Percy moved out as soon as they could? They did it, to get away from YOU!"
The kitchen was deathly quiet at Ron's rant. Molly was starring slack jawed at her youngest son.
"You constantly compare me and the twins to Bill, Charlie or Percy, not once asking what we'd want," Ron continued. "If you had it your way, we'd all stay in nappies for our entire lives. We are not children anymore, hell not even Ginny after her first year. You constantly try and fit everyone into your perfect little world; well it won't work. The world doesn't revolve around what you want! Bill wanted to become a cursebreaker and he's a damn good one. Charlie followed his heart and went to study dragons. Percy while being a Ministerial stooge ran off as soon as he could. I know that you want us to be safe but the only way we can be is once Voldemort is dead and buried and his minions are rotting along side him in the ground," Ron finished, panting slightly.
Molly went volcano red. "RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! How dare you…" her voice cut off, though her mouth was still moving rapidly.
"I think that's enough," a calm voice said from the kitchen door. It was Mr. Weasley. "Molly, you will stop shouting and calm down or I won't lift the Silencing Charm. Ronald…" Ron barely met his father's gaze, but when he did, he saw something amazing. Shining in Arthur Weasley's eyes was pride. "Well done son, I'm glad you finally stood up for yourself and your beliefs, though I do wish you hadn't inherited your mother's shouting ability."
Ron blushed while Harry, Hermione and Sirius chuckled.
"Now why don't you three take Ginny and find out what mayhem the twins have found themselves in," Arthur said. "I will explain the situation to your mother."
Ron nodded and turned to Harry and Hermione, who rose from the table. The trio left the kitchen with Ginny trailing after. Arthur turned to his wife, who had finally stopped trying to break the Charm that Arthur had placed on her.
"Now Molly, I'm going to take the charm off but you will not speak until I am finished, is that understood?" he asked. Molly noticed the look in her husband's eyes and nodded. Arthur waved his wand and the charm faded away. "Molly, I know that you are bursting at the seams to charge after Ron and scream yourself hoarse but you will not."
"And why not Arthur," Molly snapped. "Ronald is just a boy, they all are. They shouldn't have to worry about this."
"True, they shouldn't," Arthur conceded. "But that's a moot point now. And Ron and his friends while you are certainly not children. Did you not listen to what Harry said last night, how he has faced You-Know-Who four times? No one, not even Dumbledore can match that. We've risen out children to fight for what they believe, for what's right and that is what Ronald is doing now. You babying them doesn't change the fact that war is upon us. And Ron has decided that he will fight in any capacity that he can, and I am damn proud of him for it."
"I am too Arthur," Molly admitted. "But I'm scared, I can't help but think that this War could be the end of us all."
"It won't be Molly, do you know why?" Molly shook her head. "Because of what Ron just did, what Harry did last night? Those young men and women are going to be the shining example of what's to come. Have faith in our children, have faith in Hermione and most of all have faith in Harry. The time is drawing near for the next generation to take control, and it is our job to show them the way."
"Holy hell Ron, I don't think I've ever seen anyone yell at your mum like that," Harry exclaimed. "Good on you mate, that was brilliant!"
Ron suddenly stumbled as his face paled considerably. "I just yelled at Mum, oh Merlin, she's going to kill me," he moaned.
"No she won't Ronald," Hermione chided, stifling a giggle behind her hand. "I bet she's actually very proud of you, I know Harry and I are."
"Yeah Ron, you only did what all of us were to scared to do," Harry said.
"And what's that?" George asked as he and Fred appeared out of thin air besides Hermione.
"Gah!" Hermione cried. "Don't do that!"
"Sorry," Fred said, not sounding sorry at all. "So what did Ron do to Mum?"
"He gave her a personal, in your face, Howler," Harry grinned. "Really took her to pieces, you should have been there."
"It was truly something special," Hermione added.
"Now that we have some time, I need to talk to you," Harry said. "Ginny, can you give us a minute?"
"It's a secret," Harry said. "It has to do with your birthday coming up, and we want it to be a surprise."
"Fine," Ginny scowled and left the room. As soon as the door closed, Harry cast several charms on the door to ensure that they weren't overheard.
"All right, we need to start thinking about swaying the others to join us," Harry said. "But first we need to find a way to do that, any ideas?"
"Money, we could bribe people," Ron suggested.
"That might work in the short term but we are thinking big picture, and if we did do that, we would have to keep bribing more and more people."
"And besides, if we did that, we'd be no better than Malfoy," Fred said, Ron nodded as his brother's point sunk in.
"We need influence," Hermione said. "Someway to get our message out to the whole school without anyone realizing it."
"Right," Harry said. "And the best way to do that is by using the press."
"But the Prophet is totally in the Ministry's pocket," Ron said. "They'd never print something that went against the Ministry's policies."
"There has to be another paper in England," Hermione said.
"Well there's the Quibbler?" Fred suggested.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"You can't be serious," Hermione exclaimed. "No one reads the Quibbler. Harry, the Quibbler is like a Muggle tabloid, always printing those crazy stories about alien abductions, wild conspiracy theories and all that rot. You'd be better off doing an interview with Teen Witch Weekly."
"Hell no," Harry snapped. "But I'm sure the Quibbler's not all that bad, and besides, aren't I being portrayed as crazy, so this could work to our advantage."
"Still we could need something to draw in the readers," Ron said.
"Like what?" George asked.
"Like Rita Skeeter," Hermione said. "We would need a household name for this to even have a chance at working."
"Are you still in contact with her?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "Well then, tell her that I'll give her an exclusive interview with the stipulation that she only reports what I say and how I say it."
"I'll send it tonight," Hermione said.
"Very well then, I believe that's enough for now," Harry said. "We'll keep passing stuff along using the parchment until my hearing."
A/N: Well here you go, the first chapter of my newest story, Rise From the Ashes, the title is still in the works. Hope you all enjoyed it, it will be taking the place of Harry Potter and the Shadow War because I have lost interest in Shadow War. I hope that this story does well, please let me know if you have any suggestions on where to go from here, reviews or PMs are always welcome.
Thanks and enjoy,