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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 08:30 PM
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Sleep was hard to come by these days. On the nights Molly was able to quiet her worries enough to get some sleep, she would often toss and turn by Arthur’s side. On nights that Molly was able to get to sleep. Her closed eyes would see images of shadows passing over the children’s beds. She would wake up every hour or so, jolted from her sleep with thoughts of her children in danger. She would creep down hallways and stairs and creak open each and every door, wand at the ready for any unsavory creature. But in each room, she would only see her boys, sleeping soundly. Appeased with their safety for the time being, Molly would shuffle back to her husband’s side for another hour of rest -- until she is woken by thoughts of more than just her children in danger.

The Order of the Pheonix meetings were always infrequent. Often held at different times and locations at Dumbledore’s discretion. In fact, it was rare for all Order members to meet all at once, as Dumbledore was in the habit of deciding who needed to what certain details about particular plans. Molly had never been a fan of Dumbledore’s secretive nature when it came to the Order -- something that she had always been very clear about. Although, she had to admit, since Dumbledore’s recent disappearance, things have never felt more unsafe. Members have been getting antsy, panicky. And some have begun to question the very future of the Order without Dumbledore’s leadership, Molly included. It was all very distressing. The kind to keep you up at night.

It was just two nights ago that Molly had received a message from Minerva, calling all Order members to a mandatory meeting. They were to discuss future plans of the Order. Molly hadn’t slept since.

Convincing Arthur to get the night off to watch the kids was more work than she had wanted. It wasn’t until she threatened to go down to his office herself and demand to his boss that her husband be given a night off for his family, for Merlin’s sake! that he finally agreed to pull some strings to make it happen. Although, finding someone to watch the kids for the night was the least of her worries. It was the meeting itself that worried her. The subject matter -- the idea that this meeting would help to answer questions only raised more in her mind. And the more questions that ran through her mind, the more terrified and helpless she felt. She couldn’t handle this feeling of having no control. So, Molly did what she always does when she has no control over a situation: she cooked.

Molly cooked and baked all night and into the next day -- having made anything from scotch collops to rice pudding. If the Order members were to receive news that the war is over and all is lost, at least they won’t do so on a empty stomach. Molly was honestly quite proud of herself. Even in dark times, she would still be able to lift her friends’ spirits with her jam tarts. She will still be able to look after her family.

Molly had arrived to the meeting an hour before the scheduled time, primarily to get set up. She popped back and forth between the Order’s Headquarters and the Burrow carrying four or five tins of food into the Headquarters each time. Once finally inside with the last of the food, Molly grabbed her wand and started ordering various dishes to different parts of the room and on different tables. By the end, nearly all of the tables in the center and along the walls were filled with food and she realized that there was far too much food here, even with all the Order members in attendance. She figured it was no bother, as she would be able to force many of the leftovers on some of the younger members she would swear wouldn’t eat if they didn’t have her around. Molly looked proudly at her work. The room looked more as though it were hosting a gala or a baking contest than it did a grim meeting about their futures (or lack thereof). In times like these, it was absolutely the best she could do. So, Molly took a seat at an empty table and waited for the others to arrive.

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Remus had spent the past few nights staying at the Weasley household, but he was always afraid out outstaying his welcome. No matter how much he loved all five rowdy Weasley boys, he was very glad that his life did not involve taking care of children every day. Molly was a saint, clearly. Remus had primarily staying at order safe houses again, although with a meeting coming up Remus had spent the night before with Peter. It was again drawing close to the full moon, and Remus had made a day trip to Diagon Alley for ingredients to make the wolfsbane potion. It took a few days to brew and he could set a cauldron up in the Potter’s shed.

A full out order meeting was concerning. Generally meetings were informal, only small groups of people each time to pass along relevant information. Remus was in on more of the meetings than he would like to be, as he did the majority of the research behind every piece of information they gained on the Death Eaters. His research was mostly centered around various types of defensive spells and how to break them, and he had spent a few memorable evenings in a safe house attempting to create new spells with Alastor, the Auror. He had always strayed from new spells to harm others, instead focusing on the art of defense. Working on the theory behind creating new magic had Remus with his nose in a book and his hands stained in ink from his notes for days, and ended with Alastor throwing hex after hex at him until Remus was able to successfully block them. It was exhausting, but he always felt proud of himself when he was done.

The other work he did was usually fruitless, but he wouldn’t give it up. Runes were as old as Magic itself was, and Remus was convinced that the Death Eaters would be using them for something. He knew that rune stones could hold power, and he was trying to figure out how you could use them to strengthen defensive charms or create a barrier. There was untapped power there, power that was ancient enough that most people waved it aside, but he knew that the Death Eaters would never brush aside something so old.

He had shown up at the safe hours hours before the meeting was set to begin, locking himself into the study and setting all the necessary charms so that he would not be disturbed. He had page after page of notes next to him as his mind bounced between subjects. He was reading an account of a duel centuries ago in which there was rumored to be rune stones found in a permitter around the area. There were also accounts of magical villages in the Americas that set the stones up around their villages when rivals had been mounting attacks. The only thing he was finding was that these stones existed. There was nothing about how these stones were used, about what the actual runes were or the power behind them. He was convinced that there was something here. If he could understand it he could strengthen their defenses and weaken the Death Eaters. If he could understand how to harness some sort of power out of them he’d be able to better protect his friends.

Remus had been so engrossed in his reading that he hadn’t noticed much from downstairs until he stood up to refill his cup of tea. It was much later than he had anticipated, and he heard the sound of scraping chairs from the main level. Remus walked down the stairs with his book still in hand and his cup of tea in the other. “Molly.” Remus said, his usual greeting whenever he saw her. His voice was always full of warmth towards her. “How long have you been here? I was upstairs.” Remus gestured vaguely towards the stairs as he walked towards the kitchen to refill his tea. He had been reading for far too long, he was feeling a little out of sorts. “When should everyone arrive?” Remus glanced at the clock and was surprised that not more people were here yet.

He filled another mug of tea from the stove and floated it towards Molly, taking a seat next to her at the long table and setting his book down in front of him.

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“No, I said not the Paisley!” Fabian couldn’t help but snap at the crew that had been hanging entirely the wrong wallpaper in the sitting room. “Mrs. Wilkes was perfectly clear on two counts – firstly that she hates paisley, and secondly that we’re to restore this room to its mid eighteenth-century appearance. Did any of the samples you pulled from those walls have paisley on them? Because if they did, you certainly didn’t show them to me!” He rolled his eyes theatrically. “Strip the walls, we’ll deal with this in the morning.” he fished out his pocket watch, opening its cover to glance at the moving planets circling around its face before cursing under his breath.

“I’ve got to go, it’s my nephew’s third birthday party in ten minutes. Can I trust you all to strip the wallpaper without burning the place down?” When he was assured that – indeed – they could be trusted to manage that, Fabian went to stuff his watch back into his pocket as he headed for the stairs to the front door, only to curse again as the watch slid from his grip and went tumbling down the stairs. Racing after it, Fabian managed to scoop the watch up on the bottom stair – turning it gingerly in his hands. “Damn.” He groaned, examining the dented cover of the watch before this time ensuring he stuffed it properly into his pocket as he headed out the front door.

Rather than apparating to The Burrow, as he would have if he were actually going to his nephew’s birthday party, he apparated instead to Order Headquarters. Percy’s birthday wasn’t for another month or so – he was an August baby – and Fabian already knew what he was getting his nephew for his birthday. Percy loved to read, according to Molly – even books that were significantly above his age level – and Fabian had had his eye on a nice matching set of children’s architecture books he’d spotted at Flourish and Blotts while recently picking up a volume on historic upholstery styles. The books were six volumes in crimson leather with gilt embossing and lots of bright and colorful pictures that shifted perspective to show their readers various pieces of architectural style based on different points of view.

Of course, Molly would probably faint if she saw the price on the set.

Fabian, as ever, however, would insist that his job as an uncle was to spoil his nephews.

He appeared on the front step of Headquarters with a slight pop – tapping the door with his wand to open all the security enchantments before twisting the knob and vanishing into the front hall, closing and re-locking the door behind him. Stuffing his wand back into the pocket of his tweed blazer that matched his light tan waistcoat and trousers, he made his way back towards the kitchen, where meetings almost always took place, and was over the threshold before the smell of food assaulted his nostrils.

“Oh, be still my heart,” he almost moaned as he dropped his brown leather briefcase on the table and gravitated – by sense of smell alone – to a small table off to the side. “Manchester Tart. My favorite, thanks Mol.” Without any additional preamble, he picked up the whole tin and wandered back to the table, pulling out the seat across from Molly as he picked up one of the miniature tarts and popped it in his mouth, setting the tin atop the larger side of his briefcase.

“’llo Remus,” He greeted through a full mouth of the tart before swallowing thickly. “Reading anything good?”

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It was highly unlike Minerva to ever be late for a meeting, particularly one she was leading; however, protocol for her absence needed to be set, which was was led to her remaining at Hogwarts until the staff knew their patrol duty by memory. Times were far too dangerous for Hogwarts to have any sort of loopholes in their defensibility- Word would get out that Dumbledore was not at his school, and McGonagall knew what sort of value Hogwarts could be to the Death Eaters and their ilk.

She’d made her way through the grounds by wand light, eyes straining in the dim light for every movement, every rustle of leaves and unexplained noise. Her tartan robe billowed behind her as she walked, purposefully and without hesitation, her shoes barely making noise over damp grass - She was determined to get there without being seen; The students were already worried about the departure of Dumbledore, they didn’t need their new headmistress vanishing without a trace as well.

Eventually she’d find her way on the outskirts of the grounds outside of the enchantments. She stopped for a moment before turning back to the castle and giving it one last look for the night - She knew the students were in excellent care with the professors there, which - small at it may be - provided solace for the Headmistress. A quick straightening of her tartan robes, and the woman turned on the spot, disappearing into thin air and immediately reappearing on the front door of their safe house for this meeting.

Her wand was out in an instant, tapping once on the door as she felt the familiar whoosh as the charms disappeared of the moment, allowing her entry; the door was pushed open and Minerva made her way int the foyer, her eyes adjusting to the difference in lighting as the familiar tenor of her Prewett twins reached her ears around the same time as the smell of the various dishes that gave away the presence of Molly Weasley.

She walked quickly, her gait authoritative and slightly strained as only one who had a tremendous weight on their shoulders could have; the woman moved imperially, a thin eyebrow slightly raised at the idle banter she was hearing in the kitchen. The light emanating from the kitchen was warm, welcoming- not at all reminiscent of the topic for tonight, with almost a jovial air to the whole thing that she knew was brought on by the light, the smell of pastries, and the levity in the voices of the twins.

“No one offered me any tea…. What's this all about, then?”

”Perhaps because your sister believes you completely capable of summoning your own tea Mr. Prewett.” She stated, foregoing the use of first name because to be quite honest she had no idea whether this was Gideon or Fabian. ”Molly, you’ve once again outdone yourself - thank you.” she said warmly to the younger woman as she eyed the various dishes on the table. ”And we’ll discuss the meeting soon enough- I assume more are on the way.” she stated, though truth be told she wondered how many would indeed show up given the current state of things.

McGonagall turned her head to Remus next, and offered the young man a thin smile for a moment as she moved around the table. ”Evening Remus- How goes your work with the runes?” she asked as she pulled up next to him.

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In truth, Allodia had given serious thought to not attending the meeting.

The woman had never harbored any delusions of her part being a major one in the war that was currently being waged, but not having contact from any order member for two weeks (almost three now) on end was a bit too much. She was worried as to what was going on in their progress, and whether or not they should even still bother. Such it was that when the summons arrived for an urgent meeting, Allodia was simultaneously relieved and annoyed. It looked like they'd finally seen it fit to fill them in on what was going on, specially about the rumors of Dumbledore's extended absence from the public eye.

In the end, Allodia decided it would be best to go. She did still believe in what the Order was fighting for after all. The book store had an unusual number of customers for the day, but she was only a few minutes late when she'd managed to hand control of the store over to Marzia and their new intern, Sadie. Travelling quickly, she made her way to her apartment to change into her navy blue robes, the ones she'd put aside specially for this meeting. A couple of checks in the mirror later and Allodia disappeared, reappearing in front of the door of the safe house. She took a few nervous glances around, making sure there was no one watching as she pulled out her wand and tapped the door, causing it to open.

She quickly made her way inside, closing the door behind her just in time to hear a familiar voice.

”And we’ll discuss the meeting soon enough- I assume more are on the way.”

That was unmistakably Minerva Mcgonagall, Dumbledore's number two. The knowledge that she was there confirmed Allodia's belief that this was indeed an urgent meeting, maybe having something to do with where Dumbledore had been lately. She briefly wondered if Dumbledore himself was present. The possibility excited her, as she'd never actually been to a major meeting in which he was present. She entered the room where everyone was gathered, taking in the sight of food displayed everywhere. She didn't even have to ask to know who'd prepared all this.

"Goodness, looks like you had a busy day Mrs. Weasley." she said, her surprise and awe clear in her tone. No matter how motherly Allodia herself acted towards many of her friends, she still felt like a child when around Molly Weasley. The woman was a few years older than her and was one of her idols. The Prewett twins were also present. In truth, Allodia preferred Gideon over Fabian, as he was much more fun and amusing, but when it came to serious talks, she would rather have Fabian as a conversation partner. Remus was also present, as was the aforementioned Minerva. The two were conversing near the kettle pot, something about runes.

"So, what mischief have you been up to lately Gideon?" she asked the ginger menace, grabbing his tea and taking a sip before making a face, "Merlin, that's a lot of sugar."
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Cassandra knew she was running late. And it bugged her. This meeting was important. That was all she knew. She had no clue what it was going to be about and that both intrigued and scared her. But she was a tough bird, she would just have to wait and see.

She had been all prepared for today, even asking for the early finish because her shift would’ve otherwise finished after the meeting start time. And yet she was still running late because of an emergency at a house that had caught on fire. She knew she had to go to this meeting, every precious moment was a step closer to the meeting, but these people needed her more. It was her job to help these poor souls. It was impossible to leave them in this pain. She didn’t think her heart would be able to take it.

“My son?” The young mother called out to her, the burned hand reaching out to Cass. It was that pleading gesture that so many of her patients exhibited. It never got any easier. Ever. The tone of this mothers voice didn’t help either. Scared, pleading, confused. “Where is my son?” Cass’ heart dropped. They hadn’t recovered a boy’s body.

“We’re looking for him. We need to get you to St. Mungo’s, we need to get you help. Will you let me?” Cass was kneeling beside the mother who had started to cry. The mother complied and Cass was able to take her to St. Mungo’s, and put her into the care of the healer’s there. Just as Cass was leaving, after saying goodbye the mother, Anne, grabbed onto Cass’ hand, lightly but with the touch of urgency.
“Did you find him? Please tell me you found him.”
Cass couldn’t look away and all she could do was shake her head. “My colleague’s are still looking.” But I’m afraid it’s probably too late late, she said silently. Anne swallowed hard and closed her eyes, her grip wavering. They both knew what that really meant. “You be strong. You can be strong. I’ll come visit as soon as I can. You be good, okay?” She said in a soothing tone. “I’m leaving you in good care.” Anne’s hand dropped and Cass was able to escape.

Shit, she thought as she walked swiftly away. For one thing she didn’t have enough time to change out of her gross uniform, covered in blood, sweat, tears and ashes; another thing was the fact she didn’t want to be thinking about this kid, but she couldn’t help it. This poor kid was most likely dead. Burned. But she needed to focus to be on the Order meeting. Times were hard, they were in the midst of turmoil, a war. But life always was, things had just escalated quickly. She was busier than ever before, and while that was both a good and bad thing, it did mean one thing- that the wizarding community was struggling under this war.

Cass made it to the meeting surprisingly on time, but only barely. She stepped in to find people still milling about, and doing a headcount she could tell she was certainly one of the last ones to arrive.
Everyone was sitting and drinking tea and to Cass it seemed almost too casual; disrespectful. But none of these people had witnessed what she had. They couldn’t know the way she was feeling. So she kept it to herself, needing to focus on her fellow Order members, not Anne or the kid.

There was a seat open and without really looking who sat beside it she dumped herself in it, slouching as she sighed silently. Pulling out her ponytail she ran her hands through her hair a moment before tying it up into a messy bun. She already looked like crap, her hair could match the rest of her.

If anybody tried to talk to her from the moment she walked in, she wouldn’t have heard anything- they would’ve been ignored. Cass was too far into her own head. But now, being here among friends, she felt better.
Getting herself a cup of tea she looked around to take in the scene before her, to see who was here, who wasn’t, and just what was happening in general. A little bit of happy chaos was always good for the soul, and that seemed like the case today, but she knew it wouldn’t last long.

Cass looked to her left and to her right to see who she was sitting next to. Sometimes she felt a little old compared to the youth that surrounded her. But not that she minded, it was nice to have the fun and happiness that came along with the younger generation. It just reminded her of home and her childhood. It was a good feeling.
Sipping at her tea she just watched and waited, she could talk to her friends, especially Molly, later. Things were about to become Sirius serious.

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Arthur hated arguing with his wife, and he was fairly positive that his actions the past few days had put his family in danger more than he had intended.

Getting into fisticuffs with Lucius Malfoy, a suspected Death Eater, and somebody who hated him and his family very much, was a risky move. Arthur wasn’t known for making risky moves, certainly not since his first son had been born.

Molly had been a member of the Order of the Phoenix almost since it’s founding, and despite her best efforts, and most convincing arguments Arthur had always insisted on not joining up, on doing whatever he could to support the Order, and his wife, from the sidelines. He hadn’t wanted to put their children in a position that they could lose both parents. He couldn’t imagine putting that burden on anyone in his family - his parents were too old to raise five small children, Bilius and Grace had two of their own and he was sure more to come, and his brother Charles had his career. Besides all of those reasons, he loved his children too much to even imagine putting himself in a situation where he wouldn’t be able to see them grow up.

Molly argued that her reason for joining the order was the same as his reason for not joining, and Arthur had never felt like he understood her. He thought it was too dangerous, too reckless, and he loved her too much to understand her desire to put herself in harms way.

It wasn’t until he was faced with the harsh reality of his decisions that he finally understood what Molly had meant all this time.

Listening to Lucius all but admit that he was a death eater to Arthur’s face had snapped something in him, as had listening to Lucius threaten his wife and children. Arthur had irrationally punched the younger pureblood in the face in the middle of the Ministry for Magic, and as wonderful as that had felt? There was no way that was going to be the end of things. There was no feasible way that Lucius was going to let Arthur have the last laugh in their conflict and he was terrified for his children.

He couldn’t sleep, paranoid that the second he drifted off the house would be full of death eaters coming for his children. He had turned down an extra shift at work to stay home with the children, letting Molly attend the impromptu meeting that the Order had called earlier in the week. Molly had left, food in tow, and Arthur had sat in the quiet sitting room, listening carefully for the sounds of any child waking up.

His leg bounced up and down nervously, a habit he hadn’t been able to kick the past few days. Molly was brave, and she was standing up for what she believed in, what their entire family believed in, she was willingly putting herself in danger to make the world a better place for their children, and Arthur didn’t know if he could sit back and watch her do it alone anymore.

He had told Molly, immediately, what Lucius had said to him about being a “blood traitor”, about how Malfoy had basically admitted to being a death eater. He was sure that Molly would pass along the information tonight. He suddenly couldn’t stand the thought of Molly sitting there without him by her side, just her brothers for support, as she told the story about how her husband had mouthed off to a death eater in the lift.

He had thrown a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, waiting for his pseudo-sister-in-law to crouch down to answer him. “I need you to come sit with the boys?” Arthur asked, his voice sounding frantic and strained, and Grace had agreed, joining him in the living room a few minutes later with little Arty sleeping in her arms, and was joined a second later by Bilius holding little Charlie. Arthur had hugged them both, kissed his nephews on the head, and after Grace promised him over and over that they would be just fine if one of the boys woke up, he ran out the front door and immediately turned on the spot, apparating a few blocks south of the location he knew his wife was meeting at that evening.

He walked briskly, worried that he would be bursting in on the middle of the meetings, and he thoughtfully waved his wand to deactivate any charms that may have been hiding around the building before opening the door and walking into the room.

The room smelled like his wife’s home cooked meals, and he saw a few people scattered around, his brothers-in-law to one side, Minerva standing towards the head of the room, James Potter and Remus Lupin sitting near his wife, and a few individuals he vaguely recognized but wasn’t sure he remembered their names.

“Erm. Hullo.” Arthur said, somewhat nervously. “I’m here to help.” He said, his voice firm as he made eye contact with his wife, Fabian and Gideon, and finally Minerva. Nodding his head, he walked across the room to take the open seat next to his wife and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “The boys are with Grace. I’m here to do this with you.” Arthur grabbed her hand and tangled their fingers together briefly, smiling at her brightly.

“Prewett’s. All.” Arthur said, nodding his head towards the twins and then the rest of the room at large.



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More people should have been here by now.

Molly understood how hard it was to pull yourself away from life and to make a meeting. Especially in the middle of such an unsure time like this. But that’s when they needed to ban together. Their numbers were so small compared to the Death Eaters to begin with. Molly watched members trickle in slowly. First, Remus, who seemed to practically live in the study. She greeted him with a hug and a brushed-off comment about how she had only been here for a few minutes setting up and she was sure the others would arrive soon. She was sure.

Her brothers were next and it was quite a surprise to her to see them show up anywhere on time, let alone early. Fabian took a seat across from her, having taken an entire tin of tarts off one of the tables, hoarding them to himself. Molly gave a slight eye-roll and thought about lecturing him that she had made tarts for everyone and not just him, but realized it was not the time nor the place. Instead, she just smiled and said, ”I know,” before reaching over the table to grab a tart out of the tin for herself. Gideon followed suit and Molly was about to open her mouth in response to Why hasn’t anyone offered me any tea? but Minerva got there first.

The woman entered with grace and poise, as she always had. Molly loved the woman, respected her, and even slightly feared her. She looked so calm and collected even in times like these and Molly envied her. She was never very good at hiding her emotions. Molly gave a nod to Minerva as she approached their table, ”Not a problem at all, Minerva. And I’m sure more will be arriving shortly.”

But it was only a few more. The Lovegood girl -- she was friendly with her brothers, but she could never remember her name. Of course, James Potter had to make an entrance. And Cassandra practically slunk into the meeting, obviously distracted by her own thoughts.

This can’t be it, can it?

But Molly was getting restless. She needed to know what the plan was. Where Dumbledore was. She needed something to do to win the war other than bake pastries all day. Molly moved to grab their leader’s attention. ”Minerva--” but she was interrupted by one more addition to their numbers.

Arthur

At first, her face burned, angry. He was supposed to be at home with the children. They had talked about this. No, they had yelled about it. Arthur had tried to make her seem like an irresponsible mother -- joining the Order and potentially leaving their children motherless. Molly had shouted that she was doing this -- all of this -- for them. So that they wouldn’t have to grow up in a world of darkness and fear. And he had finally agreed to watch the boys as she attended this meeting and now, here he was. To do what? Steal her away from her cause. Molly was furious.

And then he spoke. His voice, small and nervous like a child. I’m here to help. and Molly softened. Her husband, the light of her life, is here the help. As he always was -- always by her side in her greatest time of need. She smiled at him, tears welling up in her eyes for just how much more relieved -- how much safer -- she felt now that Arthur was here by her side. As Arthur pulled up a chair beside her, she asked, ”But who’s--” He answered before she even asked the question. Her brother- and sister-in-law were in charge of looking after the kids tonight. Molly had her qualms with that, but it was so insignificant, and all of Molly’s doubts and fears washed away as Arthur entangled his fingers with hers. Molly pushed back her overwhelming feelings and cleared her throat. She sat up straight as she attempted to get Minerva's attention once again.

”Minerva,” she said, her voice loud and clear, ”I think everyone who planned on coming is already here.” She took a moment to look around the room at the spareness of people, and then lingered on her husband’s face, giving him a smile. ”We might as well start. Why did you call us? Have you any news on Dumbledore?”

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She was late.

It was becoming a usual thing with Lily lately, but that didn’t mean she particularly liked it. Things in her life, once so orderly, had become complicated. She was stretched thin between her job, her position with the Order, and her family life, and it was beginning to take a toll on the usually vivacious ginger.

She had come home from work to an empty house, and had curled up on the couch for what was supposed to have been an hour long nap that had somehow turned into two. When she had woken, groggy and cold and alone, she had caught sight of the clock on the mantle and cursed. Throwing one of James’ long sleeve shirts over her tank top and shoving her feet into her trainers, she had barely locked the door before apparating to the safe house that the Order was currently using. Slipping inside, she tried hard not to draw attention to herself, but that was a bit difficult. Instead, she smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, overslept. Rough night.”

Seeing that they hadn’t quite started yet and her lateness hadn’t interrupted anything, Lily took a moment to collect herself a cup of tea before she weaved in and out, giving her hellos to her fellow members, some of which looked just as out of sorts as she did. She reached Remus before her husband, and she was careful not to slosh tea on him as she hugged him, looking him over. “How are you, Remus?” She asked quietly, but there was a seriousness to her green eyes. Lily tended to mother all of the Marauders, but Remus in particular received extra doses of her attention, though she was fairly certain he didn’t need her. That didn’t mean she didn’t care, however.

Extracting herself from Remus, she shuffled through the chairs until she came to the empty one on the other side of James, perching herself on the edge as she balanced her teacup and gave a small nod of greeting to Allodia on the other side of him. “Evening, Allodia.” She nudged James with her foot, raising a brow at him. “All right, Potter?” It wasn’t unusual for James to wander off with his friends or to take a walk before meetings, but Lily hadn’t seen him all day- unusual, when the two were normally one solid unit.

She took a sip of her tea, letting the warmth seep into her before she settled back in her chair, crossing her legs. While it wasn’t quite as good as coffee, the tea was already beginning to wake her up, and Lily stifled a yawn as she looked around the room, taking in the other Order members who had arrived so far- and more importantly, the ones who hadn’t. “Where’s Sirius?” She asked her husband, concerned. It wasn’t like him not to be there, particularly when James was.

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Work had been utter madness as of late. It seemed like everyone and their grandmother decided to finally turn in their paperwork, leaving Alice with massive amounts to do, and all at one time. Needless to say, the piles of papers on her desk did indeed get done, or at least, most of them did. Today it wasn’t possible for the pair to stay late, or even just her; they had a place to be, a meeting to attend and provide input and information.

With their busy, intertwined lives, Frank and Alice had settled into a way of living that included not always having to speak to one another to get things done. He would go about doing one thing while she did some other task, but the two always collided with magnetic force and got what they need to do done, and be where they were required- At least, they usually did. Frank had gone out on a run with the pup, leaving her alone to allow her putty-like brain to conglomerate once more into a functioning organ so that she’d be useful at the meeting, providing a worthwhile presence at such a secretive table. Pajamas on, ice cream tub in hand, Alice proceeded to rejuvenate herself on the couch in front of the telly.

Today, the two didn’t align that well, for they were shouting at each other across the house giving directions. Him telling her that they were running late did nothing at all to soothe her nerves or appease the situations, leaving her little to no choice to give a stressed “I know we are, Honey!” as a response. Tying her hair up in a messy configuration of umber strands, she tugged on her sweater and the first pair of pants she found lying on the floor as he hopped about as if a bunny. It was rather difficult not to laugh, but she focused on getting both of their cloaks- To which she only found her own.

Rounding a corner, she moved to shout the fact she couldn’t find his when he turned the corner tightly, startling her with a jump before laughing softly in an attempt to ease the situation. Of course she was worn; a day of paperwork and running about wildly did that to a woman. Yet the kiss on her cheek soothed her, and she squeezed his hand as he took it before the two seamlessly apparated together, her cool grip on his warm one never ceasing.

Their pace was a like a grandmother who had found some amazing deal on cookies and ugly sweaters, and she allowed him to lead them down and across the street as she fiddled for her wand in her pocket. Just as her thin fingers found the wooden material, they approached the border of defenses. Easily bringing them down for just a long enough moment for them to slip inside, the woman didn’t so much as break her stride, and soon enough they were quietly sneaking in- Though they didn’t seem the only ones to be late. Others were just getting comfortable, had yet to sink back into their seats.

Frank did the talking for the pair, as he almost always did. More likely than not she would have made some inappropriate joke- Only he set her up for the perfect opportunity. It seemed needed, for the room was rather tense, but most would probably not find it as funny as she. “More like they’ve both been busy,” she whispered so not everyone would hear, but so that the desired audience of the two Weasleys and her partner, and perhaps a nearby person, would be the only ones. Alice even tossed a wink Molly’s way as she pulled in her chair. Once the pair was settled, she gently mumbled a “thank you,” to Frank for having pulled out her chair for her.

Such a quiet talk allowed her to slip into the proper frame of mind. After all, this was serious business, and even if the brunette was quite the jokester, she knew when it was time to sober up. Reaching under the table, she moved to take her husband's hand, feeling as if she was a student again with the nervousness in the air. Like always, he was her rock, and she used their touch to gain the support to get through this meeting after such a long day already.


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Allodia sumoned her own cup of tea as people began trickling in at a faster rate. People were starting to come in at their own pace, each defaulting to their most comfortable positions.

First to arrive was a woman, someone Allodia had difficulty identifying. No name came to mind as she took in the woman's haggard look and demeanor, taking into account the fact that her clothes seemed to be coated with blood. She looked like she was pulled straight out of a scene from a horror movie, with her main purpose here being to strike fear in the order members who chose to attend. Allodia wondered if the woman couldn't have been bothered to take a few minutes to change into more suitable clothing for the meeting.

More people started filing in after her, starting with Arthur, Molly's husband. He looked particularly downtrodden today, at least to her, and she wondered if anything had happened to the Weasley children. She hoped not. Despite their rambunctious nature, she was quite fond of those children, specially Percy, who was significantly less unruly that the others. Despite his current demeanor, she still remembered the Arthur of old, back when he was her senior in school and didn't pick on her like everyone else did. His fascination with muggles had always seemed a bit too much for her, but she never held that against him.

The Potters arrived at about the same time, with James arriving only a few minutes before Lily. She nodded in greeting to James, answering with a simple hello, and did the same once Lily had joined them. The redhead, immediately engaged James in conversation, leaving Allodia to once again observe the arrival of the other members.

The Longbottom couple were next to arrive, being cutesy as they always were. She watched them interact with Molly, Arthur, and Minerva before turning her attention to the latest addition to the motley crew, Amelia Bones.

The bundle of sunshine and joy immediately joked with Fabian upon entering the room, causing a slight smile to flitter into Allodia's features. She wasn't usually one to joke around, but she was well aware of the necessity of levity in these kinds of situations, and Amelia was one of the best at it. She idly wondered when the meeting would start as she watched, remembering Molly saying something along the lines of doing so earlier.
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Minerva looked around the room as more and more of her previous students flooded in. Attendance was low, but she would not let her hopes down. She had hoped to see a few more familiar faces looking back at her from behind mugs of tea and plates of comfort food around the small living room that the order called it’s safe house. These were trying times, she knew, but a world without hope was not one that Minerva ever wanted to live in.

She was needed in too many places at once, perhaps. The school needed her now more than ever, and her primary responsibility had always been to education, to the protection and safety of her students. After only a few years in her post Minerva now understood that that obligation extended far beyond the castle walls. She could not protect her students if she did not advocate for them, and that job required more than just a stern voice in staff meetings. Her commitment here, to the Order that Dumbledore had formed, to the people sitting in this room, was more important now than ever if she were to truly do her job.

A few more arrivals swept in, which she greeted kindly. Cassandra appeared to be frazzled, covered in splotches of blood, and it took everything in her to not reach out to the girl and offer comfort. Instead she gave her a soft, knowing smile. The work she was doing was important, and she was proud.

Although Minerva felt proud of each one of them, she felt a special pang of emotion in her chest as Arthur Weasley walked through the door and declared his intention to help, taking a seat next to his wife. It would take family and compassion to stay strong, understanding and forgiveness, and the Weasley’s had always been on the right path when it came to that.

Minerva heeded Molly’s words, taking a final sip of her tea and preparing to stand, to explain the situation to all when the door opened again. “Perhaps a bit more time, Molly.” She said lightly, picking up her nearly abandoned tea and smiling warmly as the Potters entered, soon to be followed by the Longbottoms. She would let them settle in. The news she had to share with them was weighing heavy on her chest, and the time to gather her thoughts was appreciated.

Amelia entered next, followed by the Lovegood girl, and Minerva gave them all time to settle, for friends to greet each other, for more tea to be summoned and plates passed out. Their numbers may have been small, but the sense of duty, honor, and commitment to one another was evident in the room. They would not win this fight without it, and Dumbledore had always guided her to let these bonding moments happen. The camaraderie was nearly as important as the information that she had to share.

“I’m pleased you could all make it on such short notice.” Minerva spoke up at long last, her voice as strong and unwavering as it was when she spoke in the great hall, a voice meant to bring order to the chaos that could become a first year classroom. Her ‘teacher voice’ her brothers had once lovingly dubbed it.

“I wish I had called you all here under better circumstances. But our situation is somewhat dire. I’ve received communication from Albus.” She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and letting the somewhat unfortunate words sink in. She took a moment to look around the table.

“He will not be returning anytime soon. He has assured me that his work is of the utmost importance and priority, but he would not share it with me. Unfortunately, he believes that you-know-who may be several steps ahead of us. I fear that his followers are growing in number, and whatever he has done has Dumbledore concerned enough to hand the reigns of this order over to me for the time being. This is not a responsibility that I will take lightly.” Minerva began her speech, her eyes lingering on each member of their group individually as she spoke.

“This is also not a responsibility that I wish to bare alone. Each one of you is as important to us as the next, and I expect all of you to lend a hand during this period of transition. Dumbledore has not given me any more information than he has given you about what steps we need to take next. However. I believe we need more information. We need to know his numbers, we need to know who, where, and how many spies he has within the Ministry and our world. We need information, and I would ask all of you to consider how we can accomplish this goal.”

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It was worrying at first how few people had filtered into the small house. There were more than enough members of their group to easily fill the room. Some were in hiding, some were out of the country, some had maybe simply ignored the call to order Minerva had sent out. The few that had shown up were predictable. The Prewett twins, boys that Remus had always felt an odd sort of kinship towards, Cassandra the mediwitch who was working in the trenches every day. He greeted each one of them fondly, chatting idly with Fabian for a few moments as Allodia and Minerva entered the room. He had opened his notebook back up at some point, as people continued to trickle in, jotting down a few quick thoughts before looking up as Arthur Weasley entered the house.

It was a relief, really, to see the smile on Molly’s face, to see the way that she visibly relaxed to have her husband by her side. It constricted his chest to see them together, holding hands under the table as Molly requested that Minerva begin the meeting. He looked around the table, shifting uncomfortably as he realized that none of his friends were there. James, Lily, Sirius, Peter. It felt wrong to have them absent around the table, and a stab of worry hit him hard. It was unlike them to not be here. It was one thing to be late, but the minutes continued to tick by and the anxiety in his chest grew. There should be more people here. His friends should be here, there should be more in general.

Finally, Finally Lily entered the room and Remus smiled widely at her, almost visibly relaxing at the sight. If Lily was here, James would soon follow, which meant that the other two would come soon. He rose briefly from his chair to hug Lily tightly as she passed, kissing her lightly on the cheek as she drifted across the room. The air felt lighter as more and more people entered the room, but Remus still didn’t feel right about all of this.

Where was everybody?

Surely it wasn’t that hopeless yet. Surely the other members of the Order hadn’t lost hope. They should be here. Sirius should be here.

Remus bit back a sigh and took a sip of his tea, noticing how empty the chairs next to him were as Lily sat across the table. Sirius and Peter should be in those chairs.

He wasn’t given much time to stew this over, to continue his almost frantic worry about the location of two of his best friends, as Minerva soon began to speak and the room fell silent with her voice. Her voice had become comforting over the years at Hogwarts, something that promised structure and consistency, warmth in her own way radiating with her voice. The promise that circumstances were dire had a hush falling over the room and Remus sat up straighter, leaning in to listen.

The news was not what he had expected. Their absent leader, their severe lack of any information regarding the death eaters whereabouts and activities. There were so many unanswered questions and so few ways to find those solutions. The room was silent as Minerva finished speaking, and Remus allowed himself a moment to let the news sink in, to consider the few options that they had. He’d always felt as if he could contribute to this group, and now he felt at a loss. His notebook full of notes on defensive spell creation, magical properties of different objects that could be enhanced, had been so consuming and now felt irrelevant. What good would a stronger defensive spell be if they were outnumbered with no plan moving forward? What good was any of this?

He looked across the table towards Lily, feeling a surge of protectiveness as he studied her face. It was a familiar feeling, one all the marauders shared in some way. Lily was a muggleborn and Remus was a “half breed”, both of them “creatures” that the Death Eaters hoped to eliminate. While Lily’s blood promised her death, Sirius’ blood promised him torture for his treasons. Remus knew that his blood promised him a life of servitude. He could only imagine what would happen were Fenrir Greyback to lay some sort of claim over him, that is if the werewolves hadn’t been slaughtered by then.

“Who of our own can gather information from the ministry?” Remus offered up, his voice tentative. “We have a majority of the auror department, right? Do we have anybody any higher up? Somebody to pay attention to patterns of absences across departments. If tracked over time it may give us some sort of correlation, especially if the names that are showing up are the old families. I don’t know how we can get more information without somebody on the inside of their ranks.”

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With the small number of people present, Allodia had figured they would wait before starting the meeting. A few faces were noticeably absent, most prominent of them all the Black scion Sirius. She wondered what could be keeping the passionate man away from a meeting he would normally be the first to attend, as far as she knew him anyway.

She was proven wrong, however, when Minerva opted to start the meeting, starting with a sort of thank you to those who had been able to make time to attend. The room was silent as she continued, everyone listening to every word out of her mouth. The news was grim, and the dread that was being held at bay up until then crept up on Allodia, causing her to feel helpless. She hated the feeling.

In all honesty, Allodia was quite ticked at Dumbledore for leaving them to fend for themselves. All the secrecy was what she hated the most in the way the order operated. She knew there were legitimate reasons for it, mostly security wise, but she never understood how Dumbledore could ask them to trust him if he in turn didn't seem to trust them? Minerva's words about needing their help and the genuine tone of her voice made Allodia more willing to follow her than Dumbledore, and she couldn't help but smile when young Remus spoke up, asking the members present about possible information gathering. The young buck had always impressed Allodia, and now he was stepping up quicker than any of the supposed veterans.

”I- er, well, I could help.” came a voice following Remus'. It was Amelia, looking a tad uncomfortable at having the attention of the room on her. Her volunteering of herself as an information gatherer was a surprise to Allodia, as she had always spoken quite negatively about the offers she'd received after the tragedy her family suffered. Then again, desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Information's not the only thing we're lacking," Allodia said, finally making her voice heard, "We need to bolster our forces as well. With what the numbers look like right now, we don't stand a chance against the Death Eaters should a confrontation break out. I don't have any particular connections besides my family, but I'll do what I can to help. Just tell me what to do."

She directed the last at Minerva, her back straight and eyes determined. It was about time that they acted. Only reacting had gotten them nowhere, a change of pace was what was needed, and she believed Minerva to be the person to bring that about.
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