The Power of Love

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

Slowly, the door cracked open with a screech.

I was in complete shock. I dropped my wand on my bed at the sight of Professor Alastor Moody.

"A bit too tidy, these muggles are." Said a woman with bright pink hair.

"Tonks, for gods sake! Not now!" Barked Professor Moody and limped inside our bedroom.

He had two other men with him and I had no idea who they were. The girl, Tonks, stepped inside our room and gazed around for a moment before settling her eyes on Harry. Typical.

"Professor Moody?" Asked Harry as he reached for his glasses and put them on his face.

"Who'd you expect?" Barked Moody. Clearly, irritated with my brother already.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out. It sounded rather rude, I hadn't meant it to.

"Rescuing you two, of course! Unless you'd rather stay here!"

"But Sir, where are we going?" Harry asked in a hopeful tone and continued on. "I've been expelled."

"Dumbledore has persuaded the Minister to suspend your expulsion with a formal hearing." Said a man who I had never seen in my life. Suddenly, it made me uncomfortable that these strangers were here.

"A hearing?" I blurted out. Annoyed, but not shocked in the slightest.

"Uh, huh." Replied the mystery man.

How could I have been so STUPID! Of course Dumbledore wouldn't let his star pupil be expelled.

"Don't worry Harry, we'll explain as soon as we get back to headquarters." Said Tonks and winked at Harry. I wanted to vomit.

"Shh, not here, Nymphadora." Moody scolded the woman harshly.

Then to my surprise, the womans hair changed to a vibrant shade of red.

"DON'T call me Nymphadora!" She warned and scowled at Moody.

Professor Moody chuckled at Tonks and instructed us to gather our belongings.


After a good fifteen minutes of packing, our not-so-happy Professor and friends, led us to the Dursleys front door.

"Get your brooms out, you two!" Moody snapped at us.

I was beginning to think the rumors of him being insane were true.

"You can't be serious! What-" I was cut off by Moody giving me a rather unimpressed look.

His broomstick appeared at his side. Next was Tonks. Then the mystery men and Harry. And last, was mine. I clutched the handle tightly.

"Stay in formation, everyone! Do not break ranks if one of us is killed." Moody ordered.

Killed? KILLED! He is definitely INSANE.

Professor Moody kicked off the ground and jolted into the air. Tonks nudged Harry and I to follow his lead. The others, close behind us.

I hated flying. In my second year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had knocked me off my broom in a flying lesson and I broke my wrist. Resulting in me never wanting to fly again. But here I was; flying. And above Privet Drive to make things worse. If only Uncle Vernon could see this. He'd surely die. The thought of his reputation going down the toilet brought me great joy. Because let's face it, normal people didn't fly.

We flew over London without any problems. I was starting to think good ol' Voldy had gone soft and decided not to bother us. I spoke to soon.

Someone that was not a part of our close knit formation was trying to join. I reached for my wand and pointed it at the intruder. But Tonks beat me to it.

"Stupefy!" I heard her yell. Bright red sparks shot from her wand and sent the intruder plummeting off of his broom.

I checked my surroundings and sure enough, there were more of them. About five Death Eaters, all wearing hideous masks, began attacking us. Moody shot down the first two and Tonks took out the rest.

I was about to warn Harry when I saw another approaching him from behind, but a sharp pain was stabbing in my head. Soon my whole body felt as though I was being stabbed and my eyes felt heavier. I became dizzy. I tried to keep my eyes open long enough to cry for help, but I couldn't. The pain was too intense. The world was spinning as I fell off of my broomstick and through the clouds of the cold, night sky.


"Shouldn't she be awake by now?"

"Dunno, definitely looks dead to me."

I fluttered my eyes open at the voices. Quickly, I recognized them. "I'm not dead, Fred, you idiot." I spoke out in a groggy voice. I opened my eyes to see two identical, ginger haired boys hovering over me.

"What happened?" I asked with a shakey voice. Bringing my hand up to my still throbbing head.

"Well," George began. "You sort of, well, passed out while flying here... And you've been out cold for a few hours."

I stared at the Weasley twins in complete shock. I had never passed out like that in my entire life. Nor had I ever felt such stabbing pain. I was feeling rather embarrassed. Something wasn't right.

"Did, uh, Harry pass out too...?" I asked, attempting to sit up.

"No." Fred began. "It was weird, I guess."

"Mad Eye is convinced that the Death Eaters weren't after Harry tonight." George pitched in.

"They were after you." The twins said in unison.

"Me?" I squeaked and pointed to myself in shock.

"Mhm." The twins replied.

What the bloody hell. This was bad. This was very bad. It must have something to do with that dream...

My thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open, revealing a worried Molly Weasley.

"Oh! Ella dear," she exclaimed and ran to my bed. "Are you alright?"

"I think so." I mumbled through a lung squeezing hug. I was about to tell her I was feeling a bit tired, when my stomach let out a horrific growl in protest.

"Oh! You must be starving!" Mrs. Weasley said, letting me out of her death grip embrace. "Come, I'll fix you something to eat."

I nodded and slowly got out of bed with the help of Fred and George and followed Molly into the hallway.

"Um, Mrs. Weasley... If you don't mind me asking... Did you remodel the Burrow?" I asked, suddenly realizing the unfamiliar scene.

"Oh, how I wish! But no, dear. We are at the Order of the Pheonix Headquarters." Her tone was somewhat proud.

"What's the -"

"I'd love to tell you Ella, but I'm not the right person to do so." She informed me in a hushed tone.

I nodded and followed her down a rickety stair case and down the hall to a closed door. I assumed it to be a kitchen or sitting room because I could hear two men arguing. I frowned when I recognized their voices.

"The Dark Lord is getting stronger everyday, and with that stunt he pulled with Ella tonight... It would be best if she didn't know."

I recognized the first voice as Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin house and my favorite teacher.

"She has the right to know!" Barked the other voice, which belonged to Sirius Black. My godfather.

"It would be wise if this was kept a secret, Black."

"She's a smart girl, Snape , she will figure it out." Sirius replied. "Also, she's not your daughter."

"How touchingly paternal, Black, but I don't recall her being yours either."

"Stay out of this, Snape! I happen to be her godfather!" To this, a third voice intervened.

"Padfoot... Knock it off."

Thank god for Remus Lupin.

Molly Weasley cleared her throat loudly and tapped on the door. The two stopped bickering as I stood there awkwardly.

"Ella!" Sirius yelled in excitement. Running towards me and hugging me tightly.

I hugged him back and waved to Professor Snape, who acknowledged me with a nod of his head. Once Sirius let go of me, I ran to Remus, enveloping him in a hug.

"Remus!" I squeaked in excitement. The werewolf chuckled and hugged me back.

"So what's this I heard about Voldy getting stronger?"

"Well," Sirius began, suddenly becoming very interested in the floor. "We believe Voldemort may be after something."

"Sirius!" Remus gasped in shock. He couldn't believe his friend was telling her this.

"Something he didn't have before." Sirius continued, ignoring his friends warning.

"Like a weapon?" I asked, becoming very interested in the conversation.

Before Sirius could answer, in came Molly Weasley.

"That is enough, Sirius Black! She is only a child!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and gave me a wink.



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