I take my seat at the table and look over at Remus who smiles at me. "I can't believe your father wanted you in this," Remus says. I shrug and tilt my head slightly.

  "I'm way beyond my years," I tell him, "although now the death eaters know that I can get out of a Imperio curse perfectly."

  "Its not something you want them to know," He sighs, "but I hope they don't resort to attacking you kids."

 "I hope so too," I sigh. 

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" screams Mrs. Weasley as the twins apparated to the table, "THERE WAS NO NEED—I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS—JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!" They place down the plates then look at their mother. A knife sticking into the table.

"We were just trying to save a bit of time!" Fred says hurrying forward and wrenching the bread knife out of the table. "Sorry Sirius, mate—didn't mean to—" Harry and Sirius were laughing as Crookshanks laughed and Mundung fell from his chair.

"Boys," Mr. Weasley says lifting the stew back into the middle of the table, "your mother's right, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now you've come of age—"

"—none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!" Mrs. Weasley yells at the twins, slamming down a flagon of butterbeer onto the table and spilling almost as much again. "Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't Charm everything he met! Percy—" I see the Weasley's freeze at the mention at Percy name.

"Let's eat," says Bill quickly.

"I agree!" I say. We start to get food and Remus finally breaks the silence.

"It looks wonderful Molly," He says as he laddles the stew for us. She mumbles a thanks as we all start to stuff our face. Then small bits of conversations fill the table. I look over at Fred who was quietly sitting at the head one of the sides of the table. His twin beside him on his left. Me on his right. "You okay Freddie?"

"Yeah yeah," He sighs, "just thinking?" 

"About?" I ask him.

"School. This. Everything really,"  Fred says.

"He's thinking about boobs," George says causing me to chuckle.

"What? No!" Fred yells.

"Man Fred I almost thought you were better than that," I sigh.

"What I am! George!"

"I'm not wrong!"

"I wasn't!"

"Damage is done Fred," I tell him. 

"Oh come on!" Fred whines. I look over to see Tonks entertaining the other girls with changing her features to different ones of animals. The conversation dulls as Molly yawns. 

"Nearly time for bed, I think," Mrs. Weasley says.

"Not just yet, Molly,"  Sirius says, pushing away his plate and turning to look at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort." Everyone stops and looks down at Sirius and Harry in a tense manner. 

"I did!" Harry says indignantly. "I asked Ron, Y/n, and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so--"

"And they're quite right," Mrs. Weasley says, "You're too young."

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asks Sirius. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen—"

"Hang on!" George loudly interrupts.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred asks angrily.

"Not the time guys," I whisper. The ignore me and continue.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" George says.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" Fred says mocking his mothers voice, "Harry's not even of age!"

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," Sirius says calmly "That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand—"

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" said Molly sharply. Her normally kindly face looked dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"

"Which bit?" Sirius asks politely, but with an air as though readying himself for a fight.

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know," Molly says, placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words. As the other look back in fourth between the two, Remus stares at Sirius and I keep my eyes on my cup.

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly," Sirius says, "But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to—"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" Molly says, "He's only fifteen and—"

"Y/n's only sixteen and we've let her join!" Sirius adds.

"At her fathers request!" Molly spits back.

"You think James and Lily wouldn't have wanted this!" 

"He's just a boy-"

"—and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order,"and more than some—"

"No one's denying what he's done!" Molly says, "But he's still—"

"He's not a child!"  Sirius says impatiently.

"He's not an adult either!" Mrs. Weasley yells, "He's not James, Sirius!"

"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly," Sirius says coldly.

"I'm not sure you are!" Molly says, "Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"

"What's wrong with that?" Harry asks.

"Harry stay out of this," I hiss at him.

"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!" Molly says still staring daggers into Sirius, "You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"

"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" Sirius says raising his voice.

"Meaning you've been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and—"

"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!" 

"Arthur! Arthur, back me up!" We all look at Mr. Weasley who was stalling.

"Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in to a certain extent now that he is staying at headquarters—"

"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!"

"Personally," Remus says quietly looking down, "I think it better that Harry gets the facts—not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture—from us, rather than a garbled version from... others."

"Well," Molly says looking for support. But no one agreed. "well... I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has got Harry's best interests at heart—"

"He's not your son," Sirius says quietly.

"He's as good as,"  Mrs. Weasley says fiercely. "Who else has he got?"

"He's got me!"

"Yes, The thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?"

"Guys!" I yell. Sirius started to stand but Remus spoke up.

"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," Lupin says sharply. "Sirius, sit down... I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this,He's old enough to decide for himself. We gave Y/n a choice. Its only fair for Harry to have one." The nod and look at Harry.

"I want to know what's been going on," Harry says.

"Very well," Molly says, her voice cracking.."Ginny—Ron—Hermione—Fred—George—I want you out of this kitchen, now."

"We're of age!" Fred and George bellowes together.

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?"Ron shouts.

"Mum, I want to!" Ginny wails. I wanted to leave. They can have my damn spot. For once I didn't know if more knowledge was the answer. 

"NO!" Molly shouts, "I absolutely forbid—"

"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George," Mr. Weasley  says wearily. "They are of age—"

"They're still at school—"

"But they're legally adults now," Mr. Weasley says.

"I—oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron—"

"Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway! Won't—won't you?" 

"'Course I will," Harry says. Ron looks at me and sticks his tongue out. He had begged to get information out of me. But I was told strictly no. And I wanted them to be able to live in blissful ignorance.

"Fine! Fine! Ginny—BED!" Ginny stomps up bickering as she goes through the hallway once again causing the portrait to shriek. I sigh as I get up from the table with the dishes around me taking them to the sink as Remus runs off.

"Was there this big a fuss over you joining too?" Harry asks quietly as he joins me with the other half of the dishes. 

"Not as much so but yeah. They are just worried," I tell him, "besides the circumstances are different. Harry my dad trained me for this. For years I went through training in case something like this happened."

"But I've-" 

"Harry you've done a lot of cool stuff but you can still die," I tell him, "you still have the ability to die. And we need you alive. Non of us can stand to lose another person."

"You can die too," He says.

"If I die then people move on in a matter of minutes," I tell him, "you don't get that luxury. These people all care about you. And would do anything for you Harry."

"You don't believe that do you?" He asks, "that people don't care about you?" I shrug as I rinse off each plate. "We wouldn't keep you around if we didn't care. You wouldn't live with the Weasley's if we didn't care. People care." I sigh and turn off the sink.

"I suppose," I tell him. I hug him quickly then pull away and go back to the table were everyone now was. He follows and takes a seat.

"Okay, Harry... what do you want to know?" Sirius asks.

"Where's Voldemort? What's he doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news," Harrysays "and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything—"

"That's because there haven't been any suspicious deaths yet," Sirius says, "not as far as we know, anyway... And we know quite a lot."

"More than he thinks we do anyway," Remus says.

"How come he's stopped killing people?" Harry asks.

"Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself at the moment," Sirius says, "It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up."

"Or rather, you messed it up for him," Lupin says with a satisfied smile.

"How?" Harry asks.

"You weren't supposed to survive! Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness."

"And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore. And you made sure Dumbledore knew at once."

"How has that helped?" Harry asks.

"Are you kidding?" Bill asks incredulously. "Dumbledore was the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of!"

"Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned," Sirius says.

"So what's the Order been doing?" Harry asks looking around at them all.

"Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans," Sirius says.

"How d'you know what his plans are?" Harry asks.

"Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea," Lupin says, "and Dumbledore's shrewd ideas normally turn out to be accurate."

"So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?"

"Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again," Sirius explains, "In the old days he had huge numbers at his command; witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one group he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters."

"So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?"

"We're doing our best," Lupin says.

"How?"

"Well, the main thing is to try and convince as many people as possible that You-Know-Who really has returned, to put them on their guard," said Bill. "It's proving tricky, though."

"Why?"

"Because of the Ministry's attitude," Tonks says, "You saw Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his position at all. He's absolutely refusing to believe it's happened."

"Meaning both of your reputations have been tainted," I tell him, "making it hard for people to trust us."

"But why?" Harry asks desperately. "Why's he being so stupid? If Dumbledore—"

"Ah, well, you've put your finger on the problem,"Mr. Weasley says with a wry smile. "Dumbledore."

"Fudge is frightened of him, you see," said Tonks sadly.

"Frightened of Dumbledore?" said Harry incredulously.

"Frightened of what he's up to," Mr. Weasley says, "You see, Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants to be Minister of Magic."

"But Dumbledore doesn't want—"

"Of course he doesn't," Mr. Weasley says, "He's never wanted the Minister's job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but he's never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job."

"Deep down, Fudge knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, a much more powerful wizard, and in the early days of his Ministry he was forever asking Dumbledore for help and advice,"Lupin says, "But it seems that he's become fond of power now, and much more confident. He loves being Minister of Magic, and he's managed to convince himself that he's the clever one and Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the sake of it."

"How can he think that?" Harry asks angrily. "How can he think Dumbledore would just make it all up—that I'd make it all up?"

"Because accepting that Voldemort's back would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't had to cope with for nearly fourteen years," Sirius says bitterly. "Fudge just can't bring himself to face it. It's so much more comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's lying to destabilize him."

"You see the problem," Lupin says, "While the Ministry insists there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, it's hard to convince people he's back, especially as they really don't want to believe it in the first place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any of what they're calling Dumbledore's rumor mongering, so most of the Wizarding community are completely unaware anything's happened, and that makes them easy targets for the Death Eaters if they're using the Imperius Curse."

"But you're telling people, aren't you?" Harry asks looking around at us Order members, "You're letting people know he's back?" We smile humorlessly.

"Well, as everyone thinks I'm a mad mass murderer and the Ministry's put a ten-thousand-Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?" Sirius says restlessly.

"And I'm not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community," Lupin says,"It's an occupational hazard of being a werewolf."

"Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off," Sirius says"and it's very important for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them."

"And I have spying on Hogwarts and Hogsmade to keep an eye on the children of death eaters. Like us they probably have children of past and current members in their ranks," I tell them, "on top of that I'm also making sure you don't die."

"We've managed to convince a couple of people, though," Mr. Weasley says, "Tonks here, for one—she's too young to have been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, and having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage—Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset too. He's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet."

 "And we have some contacts of mine in America that believe us. They've decided to join us," I tell him.

"But if none of you's putting the news out that Voldemort's back—" Harry begins.

"Who said none of us was putting the news out?" Sirius asks, "Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such trouble?"

"What d'you mean?" Harry asks.

"They're trying to discredit him," Lupin says, "Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? They reported that he'd been voted out of the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards because he's getting old and losing his grip, but it's not true, he was voted out by Ministry wizards after he made a speech announcing Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot—that's the Wizard High Court—and they're talking about taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, too."

"But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards," Bill says, grinning.

"It's no laughing matter," Mr. Weasley says, "If he carries on defying the Ministry like this, he could end up in Azkaban and the last thing we want is Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to, he's going to go cautiously for a while. If Dumbledore's out of the way—well, You-Know-Who will have a clear field."

"But if Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death Eaters, it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?" asks Harry desperately.

"Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang on their front doors, Harry," Sirius says,  "He tricks, jinxes, and blackmails them. He's well-practiced at operating in secrecy. In any case, gathering followers is only one thing he's interested in, he's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on them at the moment."

"What's he after apart from followers?" Harry asks.

"Stuff he can only get by stealth." Sirius says. "Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time."

"When he was powerful before?"

"Yes."

"Like what kind of weapon?" Harry says, "Something worse than the Avada Kedavra—?"

"That's enough."

"I want you in bed, now. All of you," she adds, looking around at Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione, and me. Even though I knew all of this already/

"You can't boss us—" Fred begins.

"Watch me," snarls Mrs. Weasley. She was trembling slightly as she looked at Sirius. "You've given Harry plenty of information. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway."

"Why not?" Harry says quickly. "I'll join, I want to join, I want to fight—"

"No,"Remus says, "The Order is comprised only of overage wizards, Wizards who have left school. With the exception of Y/n, who had been trained to do this. There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you... I think Molly's right, Sirius. We've said enough."

 "Goodnight," I say to the crowd. I leave the gawking group and run into the room for the girls. Settling into bed quickly. I knew the other kids were slightly pissed about my postion. But I was trained and taught to do this. I had more than a couple years of a Hogwarts education to survive off of.  I hear Hermione come in and Ginny shoots up.

"So?" Ginny asks us.

"You Know Who, armies, this that," I mumble, "stuff the ears already caught. Now go to bed."

"But-"

"Now!" I groan. The girls, taken back by my force nod and stop talking and lay down in their beds.