Chapter two: The First Battle
"Harry? Harry? Open the door!! Please, we want to ta-" started Hermione.
"SHUT UP AND PISS OFF!" screamed Harry in despair.
Hermione stared blankly at the closed door of her secret crush, wondering to herself, why he was acting so funny about Ron and Hermione talking about their feelings. Wait a minute he walked in when Ron tried to kiss me. He must think- OOOOHHHHH great Merlin. That's disgusting- Hey he looked heart-broken. That must mean- NAH, couldn't be. There's no way he could like me that way. Hermione thought. It's just wishful thinking.
Hermione walks into Ron as she turns around, "Any luck yet?" Asked Ron.
"No, and it's your fault he's like this you self-centred perv!!" spat Hermione and she slapped Ron, knocking the spit out of him.
Ron looked absolutely shocked that Hermione had slapped him. It took him awhile to regain his senses but when he was ready he asked, "Why is it my fault, and why did you slap me?"
"Because you git, you kissed me making him think that- eeewwwww." Just thinking about dating Ron sent shivers up her spine, "well you know what I mean, and that made him feel left out. And you're a perv because you- you- kissed me. Ew EW EW ew."
"Am I that bad at kissing or is it that you don't like me that way?" asked Ron looking absolutely crestfallen.
Hermione laughed at the question, "Ron, your not a bad kisser it's just I don't like you the way you like me, I used to. But I'm way over that crush now."
Ron looked a bit better at this and just said he would try and talk to Harry about what's going on. He opened the door with out even knocking, where as Hermione will not enter a room without the occupants' permission to do so.
An hour or so later Ron and slightly flushed Harry emerged from the room, Ron with a black eye, swollen lip and cradling sore ribs.
"What happened in there? You two haven't been fighting have you?" asked Hermione in her I'm-a-prefect-so-answer-now tone.
"Of-course not! Harry was just merely expressing how much he hated the idea of us dating. But he stopped once I told him we're not, and that you would never want to." Ron choked out through his swollen lip. Harry just rolled his eyes and said, "Sorry about being a complete git `Mione. I guess I was just feeling a little left out, but now that I know you're not dating, I'm fine!"
"Great, well Mrs. Weasley wants to talk to us downstairs! I wonder what she wants to talk to us about? Oh hold on," she waved her wad and healed Ron up," there we go."
So they made their way downstairs and found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen waiting for them at the table.
"Well I see you finally decided to join me, I called for you more then an hour ago! What took you so long to go down some stairs?" asked Mrs. Weasley irritably.
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley, we had some…er… personal problems to deal with." Replied Hermione hastily.
Mrs. Weasley looked at looked at each of them intensely to see if there was any disagreement amongst them. "Okay, but make sure you're here earlier next time, this is some serious business this is. When Professor Dumbledore was under the imperious curse he revealed some very secret information to You-Know-Who and the Dark Lord could try and use that against us. So we've called you down here to move you to a safer location." Mrs. Weasley recited grimly. The golden trio were completely shocked by this. There could be an attack at any moment.
"But Mrs. Weasley, isn't there a way for us to help out? I want to fight!" asked Harry breaking the awkward silence.
"You'll get your chance now. Voldemort and the death Eaters are here."
Everyone turned their heads to see the speaker and was shocked to see Albus Dumbledore standing in the doorway looking serious.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, you'll all get your chance to fight, go get ready, I'll assemble the order." Said Dumbledore, pulling out a mirror, much like the one that Sirius had given Harry. Almost as if reading his mind, Dumbledore said, "Yes Harry these are based on the mirrors that the marauders used back at Hogwarts. Remus gave me the idea to recreate the mirrors for use with the order, and if you repair the one that Sirius gave you, you will be able to contact us at any time. Now go get ready."
Harry, Hermione and Ron went upstairs and looked out the window and were completely shocked at what they saw. Surrounding the house were Hundreds of Death Eaters with the bodies of the dead muggles everywhere. When they went downstairs they saw everyone they knew that was in the order of the phoenix getting ready to go out to fight, and there were people they've never met before with them.
All of a sudden they heard a high-pitched voice from outside "Dumbledore, we want you and Potter to get out here and face us; failure to do this will result in the death of you and all your friends. Reply now!" with that Dumbledore raised his wand to his throat and muttered "Sonorus" " Tom we will not allow you to fight us and win. But we will not come out and face you. Give up now, or suffer the consequences."
Dumbledore undid the spell and said, "It looks like we'll have to fight, but I know for sure that if we run out there we'll be killed before we can raise our wands. But fortunately, I know a way to get out there unnoticed. Harry, I believe you have an invisibility cloak we could use."
"Yes sir, but the cloak is way to small to cover us all up." Replied Harry.
"Harry, go get the cloak and I'll show you a trick." Said Dumbledore.
When Harry returned Dumbledore took the cloak and transfigured it to make it bigger. It could now successfully cover them all. Wasting no time, Dumbledore threw the cloak over everyone in the room, except for Ginny and Tonks.
"Tonks, you stay here and make sure Ginny stays safe. Everyone else, grab hold of this portkey and we'll appear right behind Voldemort's ranks, and surprise them." Said Dumbledore calmly as he pulled out an old sock from his pocket. Everyone reached in to grab it, but there were too many people, so Dumbledore pulled out another 3 socks and muttered "portus" over each of them, and they all glowed blue. The order split into four groups and each grabbed hold of one of four socks. They were thrown forward into swirling colour and howling wind and landed behind Voldemort and his Death Eaters, who didn't seem to notice anything and were listening to Voldemort's speech on showing no mercy. Boy, were they in for a tough fight…
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