3rd POV

Harry Potter sat alone on the swingset, rocking back and forth as the swing creaked along in the empty field. It had been an eventful summer, and not in a good way. The swollen bruise underneath his eye gave enough proof of that fact.

He missed his friends, he missed Sirius, he missed his professors. He couldn't wait to see them again.

He just couldn't comprehend why nobody had written him this entire summer. An entire three months and not one word out of anyone. Even Y/N, who he had thought of as a brother couldn't pick up some paper and write one simple note.

It seemed a bit strange.

"Yeah, brilliant punch, Big D."

"Did you see his face?"

Oh no, Dudley and his gang were back.

Harry's cousin, Dudley Dursley and his friend had gathered in front of the Potter boy, after beating up another child. They were looking for one last victim to punish.

"Hey Big D," Harry said sarcastically, "beat up another ten year old?"

"This one deserved it." Dudley responded angril, surrounded by his gross friends.

"Five against one," Harry sneered. "Very brave."

"Well you're one to talk." Dudley replied. "Moaning in your sleep every night? At least I'm not afraid of my pillow."

His friends got a kick out of that one, laughing along with their leader.

"Don't kill Y/N!" Dudley laughed. "Who is Y/N? Your boyfriend?"

"He's my friend." Harry said. "Now shut up."

"He's going to kill me, Mum." Dudley continued to taunt.

Little did the group know, a golden eagle had perched on the swingset, watching their conversation at length.

As they continued to laugh at the Potter boy, Dudley took one step too far.

"Where is your Mum?" He said, making Harry tremble with anger.

"Where is your Mum, Potter?" He spat once more. "Is she dead?"

This was the last straw, but before Harry could storm up to his bastard cousin and his posse, a voice called out.

It was Y/N, sitting casually on top of the swings.

"Wow, making fun of dead relatives?" Y/N said. "You are the worst kind of person, Big D."

Y/N jumped off the swings, going up to greet his friend, who smiled back.

"How you doing, mate?" Y/N said.

"Great." Harry nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"Well from the looks of it, coming to save you from your fat cousin and his disgusting friends." Y/N replied.

"What did you say?" Dudley said, getting into Y/N's face."

"Nice chain you got there," Y/N said fakely. "I'm guessing it's fake, and what's this I hear about you beating up children?"

Dudley seethed with anger, he was failing to intimate the boy, and it was making him uncomfortable.

"You know, Dudders, I have to say. You aren't as cool as you try to make yourself out to be." Y/N smirked.

"Oi, Potter, is this another one of your freak friends?" Dudley sneered, as his friends laughed along.

"What's freaky is how overweight you are." Y/N replied, not standing down.

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard what I said, Chubs." Y/N said. "Unless you went deaf just a second ago."

Dudley raised his fist, ready to punch Y/N until he felt the slight touch of two sticks put to his throat.

"Try it, see what happens." Y/N sneered, pressing harder.

"He's not kidding, Dudley." Harry replied, backing up his friend.

His friends laughed at the sight. To them, it seemed like two boys making a threat with two sticks off the ground, but to Dudley, this was terrifying.

Just one word, and he be blown to bits like his Aunt Marge just a few years ago.

However, before anything else could be said, the sky turned a darkish green, the wind picking up rapidly as Dudley's gang began to flee.

"What's going on?" Dudley asked, his eyes were filled with terror. "What are you two doing?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Harry answered, looking towards Y/N for some form of answer.

"I don't know what's happening," Y/N said. "but we need to get out of here."

The three boys sprinted away, trying to avoid the oncoming storm as the wind picked up. It had started to rain, and it wasn't going to start slowing down.

"Down here," Y/N said, gesturing towards a dark tunnel. "We can hide out here for a bit."

However, as the boys entered the tunnel, the ominous sight of lights flickering and darkened skies made them realize that they hadn't escaped the storm quite yet.

"What's happening?" Dudley asked. "What did you two do?"

"Would you quit blubbering?" Harry said, "we didn't do anything."

Suddenly, the wind started to get even colder, as if a deadly force had arrived. It brought back bad memories to the L/N boy, who remembered a harsh event on the Hogwarts Express during their third year.

"Oh no." Y/N whispered.

It was a Dementor.

Suddenly, Harry was latched to the wall, as a Dementor pinned his airways.

"Guys.......run." He barely made out, as he pleaded for the boys to flea.

Dudley and Y/N took off, but were pulled back, as another Dementor had cornered them.

The Dementor pinned Y/N to the wall, before turning its attention to the trembling Muggle beneath it.

Slowly, the Dementor began to latch onto Dudley, sucking his soul out from his body. It was a scary feeling, as if everything joyful and fun that ever happened in your life was slowly leaving you behind.

But he couldn't do anything about it, he was stuck there to the floor, unable to breathe, move, or do anything to defend himself.

Y/N fidgeted, trying to break the strangely strong grasp the Dementor had on him, as he watched the two boys struggle to break through the ghostly grasps.

However, in a brief moment, Harry knocked the Dementors focus off of him, falling to the ground and grabbing his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!" He shouted, as a great beam of light pushed the Dementor off of him, and into the night sky.

Harry turned the corner, watching as the Dementor continued to choke Y/N, and torture Dudley.

A/N: I don't want to say suck Dudley, for obvious reasons 😂

Harry flicked his wand, aiming the beam towards the second Dementor, and knocking it off of his cousin.

Y/N fell to the ground, gasping for air as Harry checked on both of them.

"Are you okay?" He asked Y/N, who nodded weakly.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I think he needs help more than me."

Dudley was on the ground, not moving an inch and looking petrified.

Before the two could think about what to do, an wobbly old woman appeared, while pulling a wagon by her side.

"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked.

"Don't put away your wands, you two." She said mysteriously. "You never know when they might come back."

Y/N's POV

How did Dementors get into Little Whinging? How did they even know where we were?

I definitely was not expecting this on my rescue mission.

Harry and I had arrived back in his Aunt and Uncle's neighborhood, carrying a petrified Dudley on our backs. He looked ghastly, almost as if he couldn't feel or see anything.

As much as I really don't like the guy, he didn't deserve this.

"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you." Mrs. Figg said to Harry, before darting her eyes towards me. "On the both of you."

"Why me?" I asked. "Is this another one of his secrets?"

"He had a feeling you would pull a reckless move like this."

That man knows me too well.

"Wait a second." Harry interrupted. "You know Dumbledore?"

"After You-Know-Who almost killed that Diggory boy last year, did you expect him to let you go wandering off on your own? Good lord, they told me you were intelligent."

"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "Why haven't I seen him all summer, you know what happe-"

"Get inside, and stay there." Mrs. Figg said, completely interrupting Harry's question.

"As for you," she turned to me. "You should go back to where you came from, it wasn't your place to come here."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Mind keeping this a secret from Professor Dumbledore?"

"No promises, boy."

Wonderful.

And with that, Mrs. Figg was gone.

After she left, Harry and I had to carry Dudley the rest of the way, stopping at his doorstep.

"Entering the house with a petrified Dudley on our backs, Petunia and Vernon's horrified expressions welcomed us.

"Well, I wish we could have met up under better circumstances," I joked, trying to ease the tension. Harry chuckled in response.

Petunia rushed over, cradling Dudley, panic etched across her face. "What happened to my Dudders?"

Vernon, face reddening with fury, pointed at Harry. "This is your fault, boy! What have you done to our son?"

Before I could intervene, Vernon swung his hand towards Harry, aiming for a slap. In an instant, I stepped forward, a threat lingering in my voice. "Touch him, and you'll regret it."

Vernon sneered, "Who do you think you are?"

"Someone who won't stand by while you hurt my friend," I retorted, daring him to make a move.

Petunia demanded I leave, calling it a family matter. I challenged Vernon, "Go ahead, try to touch me, you fat lard."

I reminded Vernon that if Harry hadn't intervened, Dudley would be in a worse state. Harry, sensing the escalating tension, urged, "Y/N, it's not worth it."

Vernon, mocking Harry, claimed he had nowhere to go. Unfazed, Harry declared, "I'd rather be homeless than endure this abuse."

As Vernon continued to taunt, Harry made his decision. "I'm done, Uncle Vernon. I'm leaving."

Vernon, scoffing, said Harry had nowhere to go. Harry's response cut through, "Anywhere is better than here."

Walking outside, Harry couldn't hold back his frustration. "Why didn't you, Hermione, or Ron write to me? I've been dealing with so much this summer, and I've been kept in the dark."

I sighed, "I wish I could've told you, Harry, but Dumbledore gave strict orders not to. He's been quite secretive lately, and I don't like it either."

Harry nodded, understanding the predicament. "I'm just glad to see you, Y/N. How's everyone? Especially with Hermione and you?"

I smiled, "Hermione's great. She's amazing. We've been doing well." We continued catching up on everything, reminiscing about the past and sharing stories.

However, our reunion was interrupted when a group of wizards found us on the streets. Among them were Tonks, the real Alistair Moody, Kingsley Shaklebolt, Remus Lupin, and Isabelle Auras, Sam's mother, whom I had met through the Order.

To my surprise, my stern Uncle Thomas was also among them, his expression indicating he wasn't pleased with his nephew's current situation.

"Professor Moody, Professor Lupin, Thomas," Harry stated. "What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you two of course," Moody replied, "now let's go, we don't have a minute to lose."

As Moody led up to a secluded spot in the road, Uncle Thomas pulled me aside.

And he did not look happy.

"So, I can explain-" I started.

"Don't bother." He said sternly. "Hermione eventually told me, how could you be so reckless? Do you not realize how much trouble you're in?"

"You don't know what those horrible people were doing to Harry." I said in frustration. "I had to do something."

"I know." My Uncle said. "But it's not your place to get involved in that, you could have gotten yourself hurt. You can't be so reckless all the time. You're too much like your father with that kind of attitude."

"Okay, fine." I said. "Sorry."

"You're lucky Hermione cares so much about you." Uncle Thomas said. "She was really worried."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see her again." I smiled, missing my adorable girlfriend who worries too much about me.

I guess that's one of the reasons why I love her.

Moody pounded his walking stick onto the ground, and brooms flew into everyone's hands, forming a neat line. The atmosphere grew tense as they lined up, each person's expression revealing a mixture of sternness and concern.

Kingsley spoke up, "There's a formal hearing for both of you."

Harry and I exchanged confused glances. "A hearing? For what?" I exclaimed.

Kingsley explained, "For your expulsion of course, which Dumbledore has had delayed, but not before your hearing."

"Expulsion?" Harry's eyes widened. "I've been expelled?"

"Did you not see the letter?"

"What letter?" I asked. "We're we supposed to get letters?"

"Harry was," Uncle Thomas said. "You haven't been expelled. Not yet of course."

"What am I being expelled for?"

Tonks interrupted, "You'll get the details at headquarters, mate." Moody, with his usual gruffness, told her to hush, calling her by her full name.

"Don't call me Nymphadora," she retorted, her hair turning a bright red with anger.

Uncle Thomas, standing beside Tonks, tried to calm her down before muttering, "This hearing is complete bullshit."

Isabelle, maintaining order, commanded, "Stand in formation, everyone."

Moody added, "Don't break ranks if one of us is killed."

And then we were off, taking off into the night sky with our broomsticks. It was very wicked seeing the skyline of Surrey as we flew in the sky. Before we knew it, we were back in front of the familiar building of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Come on you lot," Moody said in his gruff demeanor, leading us in front of the building. He slammed his cane onto the ground, once, and then twice before the building began to shift.

"What the hell?" Harry asked, watching the building break into two.

"I know, it was weird when I first saw it too." I replied, following Harry inside.

As we entered, a loud voice shrieked at us. It was Mrs. Black, one of the house portraits and Sirius' mother.

FILTH! SCUM!" Mrs. Black's portrait said. "HALF-BREEDS, MUTANTS, FREAKS, BEGONE FROM THIS PLACE! HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!"

"Hello to you too, Mrs. Black." I said sarcastically.

"BLOOD TRAITOR!" She yelled at me. "ABOMINATION, SHAME OF MY FLESH!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I shot back, shutting her up.

As we moved forward down the hallway, the sounds of a very tense conversation echoed through the doors.

"No deaths, no proof-"

"My son was unconscious, Molly! That's enough proof as it is!"

"Harry almost died-"

"Yes, but guarding you-know-what is the most important.....We must trust Dumbledore on this one."

"For what? Y/N and Harry could have died that night, and he wasn't there to protect him. Well, tonight I say it's time to take some action."

"What's going on in there?" I asked Tonks, who winked in my direction.

"You'll see."

The others left Harry and I in the hallway to gather our thoughts, I could hear my Dad getting angry at Molly Weasley for what happened to me last year.

"Fudge is just like any other politician, of course he's going to downplay this whole thing!"

"Would you keep your voices down-" Moody exclaimed.

"He's getting stronger and stronger by the minute. We have to act now." I heard the voice of Sirius Black, trying to put his point across.

However, as soon as Harry and I entered the room, the attention was brought flown onto us.

"Harry, Y/N." Mrs. Weasley greeted us warmly.

"Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, hugging her back.

"Heavens you're all right." She replied, turning to me. "You could have gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, young man."

"Yeah, that's what my Uncle said to me."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "You are very lucky Hermione told us exactly what you were doing, you had her worried sick!"

Classic Hermione, always the worrier.

"Bit peaky, but I'm afraid dinner will have to wait until after the meetings finished."

Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask about said meetings. However, Mrs. Weasley had interrupted my thoughts.

"Nope, no time to explain. Straight upstairs, first door on the left."

I was a bit disappointed. Then again, I haven't seen Hermione in quite some time. I should probably let her know that I'm okay.

"What meeting?" Harry asked me as we moved towards the steps. "What is this place, Y/N?"

"It's more of like a secret society of sorts," I explained. "The Order of the Phoenix. It's like a defense team against dark wizards and witches."

"Like Voldemort?"

"Exactly." I nodded, "especially with what happened last year."

"Then why don't they let us-"

"Trust me," I interpreted him, "I've tried to eavesdrop, but they just don't let any of us in. I've been cleaning this house all summer."

As we creaked up the stairwell, an eery voice startled us. It was Kreacher, the Black family Goblin.

He was a nasty one at that, very loyal to the house of Black, but a very non pleasant being.

"If my poor mistress knew the scum they let into her house."

Kreacher glared at Harry and I as we made our way to the top, before going back to his duties.

Creepy one, that goblin.

But as soon as we made it up the stairs and opened the door, a fluff of bushy hair enveloped me in a deep embrace.

I smiled, it was Hermione.

"Mione, I-" I began before I was interrupted with Hermione smashing her lips against mine.

"Are you alright?" She asked as we broke apart. "I was so worried!"

"Babe, I'm fine." I chuckled, but Hermione didn't look as pleased with my answer.

"You could have gotten yourself hurt, or worse, into a lot of trouble." She said sternly, smacking my shoulder. "You can be so reckless sometimes."

Calm down, Hermione," I reassured, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm okay, really. I can handle myself."

She sighed, her worry slowly giving way to relief. "You could've at least sent an owl or something, let us know you were safe."

"I know, and I'm sorry for that," I apologized, sincerity in my voice. "But I needed to handle things in person."

Hermione softened, hugging me tightly. "Just promise me you'll be more careful next time."

"I promise," I smiled, appreciating her concern.

Hermione turned to Harry, still clearly anxious. "There's no way they can expel you, Harry. It's preposterous."

"I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations —"

"Let him breathe, Hermione," Ron joked.

Hermione let go of Harry, but before she could say another word there was a slight woosh, and all of a sudden, Hedwig appeared on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

"She's been in a right state," I said, "Pecked us half to death when she brought your last letters, look at this —"

Hedwig had given me a wicked cut on my left index finger. Damn bird.

"Oh, yeah," Harry said. "Sorry about that, but I wanted answers, you know —"

"We wanted to give them to you, mate," said Ron in a slight panicked tone. "Hermione was going spare, she kept saying you'd do something stupid if you were stuck all on your own without news, but Dumbledore made us —"

"— swear not to tell me," Harry replied. "Yeah, I get it."

There was an awkward silence that passed. None of us knew what to say, as Harry began to stroke Hedwig silently.

"He seemed to think it was best," I said. "Not that I really agreed with it."

"Right," Harry said rather coldly. "Yet, you did nothing."

"Hey, I just busted you out of your families house. What are you on about?" I asked a bit angrily.

Ron tried to cut the tension, "I think Dumbledore thought you were safest with the Muggles —"

"Yeah?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "Have any of you been attacked by Dementors this summer? Have any of you been beaten by your uncle's lately?"

"Well, no — but that's why he's had people from the Order tailing you all of the time —"

I'm sorry, tailing him? What is Dumbledore on about?

"Didn't work that well, though, did it?" Harry said. "Had to look after myself after all, didn't I?"

Hermione, Ron, and I just stood in silence. We didn't know what to say, because nothing could make this any better.

"So, why's Dumbledore so keen to keep me in the dark?" Harry asked. "Did you three even bother to ask him at all?"

"Of course we did," I said. "But he's really busy now. I've barely seen him since I've been here. It's been very annoying. He just made us swear not to tell you important stuff when we wrote, whatever the hell that meant."

"He could've still kept me informed if he'd wanted to," Harry said shortly. "You're telling me he doesn't know ways to send messages without owls? Because there are."

I'm now starting to understand why Harry was angry. However, he didn't have to shout.

Hermione glanced at me as I gestured for her to speak, "I thought about that, too, but he didn't want you to know anything."

"Maybe he thinks I can't be trusted," Harry said.

"Don't be thick," said Ron, looking very uncomfortable.

"Or that I can't take care of myself."

"Of course he doesn't think that!" Hermione said anxiously.

"So how come I have to stay at the Dursleys' while you three get to join in on everything that's going on here?" said Harry, who was growing angrier.

"How come you three are allowed to know everything that's going on?"

"First of all, we're not even allowed in meetings." I said. "I'm just in the dark as much as you are."

"We're not!" Ron interrupted. "Mum won't let us near the meetings, she says we're too young —"

But Harry had had enough.

"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER —"

"Okay calm the hell down!" I shouted, shoving him back. "Acting like this isn't going to help anything."

"OH, YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN? I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU THREE OF YOU HAVE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT — WHO SAVED THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?"

"That was a bit of a team effort, I reckon —"

"WHO WATCHED LORD VOLDEMORT RISE AGAIN? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM?! ME!"

"Harry, we wanted to tell you, we really did —" Hermione began, but Harry kept yelling, and he was getting close to Hermione's face. Something I was not a fan of, as I got in front of her.

"BUT WHY SHOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY SHOULD ANYONE BOTHER TO TELL ME WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING?"

"Harry please-"

"YOU TRIED DID YOU? WELL, APPARENTLY NOT HARD ENOUGH! OR YOU'D HAVE SENT ME AN OWL, BUT DUMBLEDORE MADE YOU SWEAR —"

"It's not like that-"

FOUR WEEKS I'VE BEEN STUCK IN PRIVET DRIVE, TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON! WHILE YOU THREE WERE HERE, HAVING A REAL LAUGH, ALL HELD UP HERE TOGETHER —"

Hermione was on the verge of tears, Ron was at a loss for words, Heather had just walked in to see an angry Harry, and I was on the verge of losing my cool.

"MUST BE NICE NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT FINDING OUT INFORMATION! MUST BE NICE NOT WORRYING ABOUT VOLDEMORT —"

By this point I had enough.

"ARE YOU THICK?" I shouted. "WHO WAS WITH YOU WHEN YOU SAVED THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE? WHO ALMOST DIED SAVING YOU FROM A FUCKING BASILISK? WHO HAD TO ENDURE CONSTANT HOURS OF TORTURE AND HAD TO SEE VOLDEMORT COME BACK? ME! OKAY? WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE A RIGHT LUNATIC?"

By the end of that, I was breathing heavily. Hermione was clutching my hand, obviously attempting to calm me down as I looked over at Harry and Ron, who looked as if they were scared of me.

Rightfully so, I had never raised my voice like that before.

"I get you're upset, I would be too." I said softly. "But you have no right to patronize any of us. You wouldn't have accomplished anything if it wasn't for everyone in this room. I would appreciate it if you calmed down and stopped yelling."

Harry glared at me, he was still breathing heavily, but was obviously calming down.

"You have every right to be upset, Harry." Heather said, grabbing his arm. "But you have to understand that we were just trying to keep you safe, even if we didn't agree with it."

This seemed to do it for Harry, as he sat down next to us.

"What is this place anyway?" He asked.

"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," Ron said quickly.

"Is anyone going to bother to tell me what the Order of the Phoenix is?"

"It's a secret society," Hermione said quickly, trying not to escalate Harry's anger once more. "Dumbledore's in charge, he founded it. It's a group of people who fought You-Know-Who last time."

"Who's in it?" Harry asked.

"Quite a few people," I replied. "My parents and Uncle were, along with some Professor's. Ron and I met about twenty of them."

"But we think there's more." Ron followed up.

Harry glared at us.

"Well?" He demanded, looking at each of us.

"Well what?" Heather asked.

"Voldemort!" Harry shouted, causing us all to jump. "What's he up to? Where is he? What are we doing to stop him?"

"We've told you, the Order doesn't let us in on their meetings," I said gruffly. "We don't have details, just the idea of what it is."

"Fred and George have invented Extendable Ears, see," Ron explained. "They're really useful."

"Extendable—?"

"Ears, yeah," Heather finished, "Really brilliant. We only stopped using them because Mum found out and went berserk. Fred and George had to hide them all. We only got a good use out of them before Mum realized what was happening. We know some of the Order are following known Death Eaters, keeping tabs on them, you know—-"

"——and some of them are working on recruiting more people to the Order," Ron added.

Come to think of it, my Dad and Uncle were talking about one Death Eater in particular the other day, I didn't catch his name but it sounded pretty serious. Maybe I should ask about it at some point.

Harry got up once more and paced around the room.

"So what have you three been doing, if you're not allowed in the meetings?" He asked. "You said you've been busy."

"We have." Hermione said quickly. "Mostly cleaning and renovating anyway. I started helping them after Y/N visited."

Suddenly, there was a loud crack and before we knew it, Fred and George had arrived in the middle of the room.

Gracie had ran into the room quickly, to join us as she jumped onto Hermione's lap.

"Hi sweetie." Hermione said softly, as she stroked Gracie's fur. It was cute seeing Gracie purring on Hermione's lap. Crookshanks would be jealous if he wasn't asleep right now.

And not jealous of Gracie.

"Hello, Harry." George beamed. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."

"You don't have to bottle your anger up like that, Harry, let it all out." Fred continued.

"But when you're done," George smiled, "we thought you'd maybe like to hear something a little more interesting—-like what's going on downstairs."

"It's not going to work......." Heather smirked. "Mum already knows about the ears, she's gone and put an Impertuable Charm on the kitchen door."

"Damn." George said sadly.

"Lighten up, George," Fred smirked. "we won't give up that easily."

"It's such a shame, I really fancied finding out what old Snape's been up to."

Oh this should be good.

"Snape?" Harry asked. "He's here?"

"Yeah," George said, shutting the door and sitting down on one of the beds. "Giving a report. Top secret."

"Git," Fred said idly.

"He's on our side now." Hermione followed reprovingly.

"Still a git," I said, earning myself a flick in the ear from my ever loving and caring girlfriend.

"Ouch, Mione." I whined. Hermione simply smirked in my direction.

We spent a good amount of time discussing the members of the Order. Many of which I already knew, including my Father and Uncle. Before my Mother died, she was also a member.

I remember Uncle Thomas quitting the Ministry after he socked Fudge in the face last year, and he went to work for the Order immediately.

He didn't mind of course, he never liked Fudge to begin with.

What really surprised Harry was the fact that most of the Weasley's had joined the Order but one in particular.

"You see, Percy got a promotion at the Ministry," Ron said softly, "and he and his dad got into a bit of a row..."

Fred sighed, "Every time Percy's name gets mentioned, Mum starts crying."

"It's been awful," said Ginny sadly.

"He's a right foul arsehole is what he is," Heather said, shrugging.

"I think we're well shot of him," said George.

"How did he get promoted?" Harry asked, he was taken aback. "I thought he got into lots of trouble with everything that happened last year with Crouch?"

"No one knows," Ron sighed, "he came home one day really pleased with himself — even more pleased than usual, if you can imagine that — and told Dad he'd been offered a position in Fudge's own office. A really good one for someone only a year out of Hogwarts, Junior Assistant to the Minister. He expected Dad to be all impressed, I think."

"Only Dad wasn't," Fred said.

"Why not?"

Ginny sighed.

"Fudge has been storming around the Ministry checking that nobody's having any contact with Dumbledore," she said. "Dumbledore's name is mud within the Ministry these days, you see, they all think he's just making trouble saying that You-Know-Who's back."

Heather continued, "Dad says the Minister has made it clear that anyone who's in league with Dumbledore can clear out their desks."

''Trouble is, Fudge suspects Dad now," George said, "he knows he's friendly with Dumbledore, and he's always thought Dad was a bit of a weirdo because of his Muggle obsession."

"What does that have to do with Percy?" Harry asked, still in confusion.

"Mr. Weasley reckons Fudge only wants Percy in his office because he wants to use him to spy on the family—- and Dumbledore." I explained.

"Percy went berserk after that and said loads of stuff. He said the Weasley name was always a struggle as he was tied to Dad's lousy reputation. Called us idiots for running around with Dumbledore. Called us traitors to the Ministry." Heather continued. "He's a git if he really believes that."

"But Percy has to know Voldemort's back," Harry said. "He's not stupid, he must know your Mum and Dad wouldn't risk anything without proof."

"Percy takes the Daily Prophet very seriously." Hermione said as everyone else nodded.

"What are you talking about?"

"They think you and I lied about seeing Voldemort that night." I explained. "Tabloids say we're a bunch of attention seeking kids who want to be seen as hero's. There was one column claiming I made myself unconscious to get more attention."

"That's ridiculous." Harry said angrily. "We know what we saw, how could anyone be so stupid to believe what the Daily Prophet says?"

"That's not all," I continued. "after my Uncle punched Fudge last year, he made it his own personal mission to defame him. He made a smear campaign on my Uncle because he's embarrassed he got stood up to."

"But we nearly died last year!" Harry exclaimed. "Surely someone's got to believe—"

"Nobody cares, Harry," I said sadly.

The room felt quiet once again. It was obvious we were all thinking the same thing. How Harry and I were now being treated like attention seekers and kids who are messed up in the head looking to be treated as hero's.

I almost died that night, yet people think I did it to myself. It was extremely frustrating. Especially having to see how my Uncle was being treated in the Prophet just because he couldn't take Fudge's nonsense anymore.

Seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared in the bedroom doorway.

"Meetings over now," she said happily. "you lot can come to dinner."

As the Weasley's rushed out of the room, Harry and I were slow to get up off the bed.

"Come now, Harry," Mrs. Weasley nudged, "everyone is dying to see you."

I followed Harry out of the room and down the stairs, where Hermione was waiting for me, but before I could follow her to dinner, my Dad and Uncle had intercepted me.

"Excuse me, Hermione," Dad said. "could we borrow Y/N for a few minutes?"

Hermione looked at me, and then back towards my Dad before nodding, kissing my cheek before she left for the kitchen.

I smiled, before turning my attention back towards the two.

"We wanted to talk to you about the disciplinary hearing." Uncle Thomas said as I nodded.

"Am I going to be expelled?" I asked. "I don't even know what I did wrong?"

"As of now, you aren't in danger of being expelled," Dad explained. "but you aren't exactly innocent either, you did threaten a Muggle with the intent of using magic."

I remember now, when I threatened both Dudley and Mr. Dursley.

"Oh, right." I nodded. "They did kind of deserve it though, with how they were treating Harry."

"Yeah, no shit." Dad said, "but still, it's a violation of Wizard Law and you have to appear in front of the Wizengamot after Harry's hearing."

Oh that's just wonderful.

"Given what the Prophet has claimed about both you," Uncle Thomas explained. "as well as Fudge's little vendetta against me, it's not going to be easy for our favor."

"Your Uncle will be there as a character witness for you," Dad explained. "I can't really do anything as people still believe that I am dead, so we can't let that out of the bag quite yet."

"Sorry to cause all this trouble." I said.

"I know you had good intentions." Uncle Thomas smiled. "Even though you can be reckless at times. I'll be there for you."

"Just worry about your studies, and that shiny new Prefect badge you'll be getting pretty soon." Dad said.

"My son, the Gryffindor Prefect. Following in your Mother's footsteps."

"Mine also." Uncle Thomas replied. "Hufflepuff Prefect anyway."

"Were you a Prefect. Dad?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh heavens no." He said, shaking his head. "I was the worst kind of student, more of like a Weasley twins type."

With that, I excused myself to join Hermione by the dinner table.