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The night air was just slightly brisk as they stood on Grimmuald Place, Tilly looking at the spaces between buildings eleven and thirteen. She stared down at the paper that listed the address, confused. There wasn't any twelve Grimmuald Place.
But just as she thought it, the buildings pushed themselves apart, giving enough space for another house, for number twelve. She shook her head. Well, why not?
"Come along dear," Marguerite murmured, moving forward. Tilly followed after her up to the door where her grandmother knocked quietly. The door was pulled open, Molly Weasley peeking through.
"Oh come in, come in," Mrs. Weasley whispered, opening the door a little wider so that they could enter the dank house. "Just keep quiet, we don't want to wake anything."
She closed the door quickly before turning to wrap Tilly in her arms. Over the twelve years she had known Mrs. Weasley, she had learned that all of her hugs meant something. There was a 'welcome' hug and a 'oh you're in so much trouble but I still love you' hug . . . this seemed different from any hug, though, more like an 'I'm sorry' hug, which she had never gotten from Mrs. Weasley before. Either way, she hugged her surrogate mother back until the other woman let her go to move to Marguerite.
This place was definitely creepy, she thought, as she looked around, taking in the elf heads that led up the stairs. Who would ever live in this kind of place?
"They're just through here to the kitchen," Molly said bustling past them to push open said door. "Let me take your coats."
There was a mutter of voices as Tilly moved inside. There was a lot of people in the large kitchen she thought for this 'meeting'. She saw Charlie, Tonks, Kingsley Shaklebolt, Mr. Weasley, Bill and, surprisingly, Ms. Fleur Delacour, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George, Mad-Eye Moody, Severus Snape, the filthy Mundungus Fletcher, a man she didn't quite recognize and –
"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed in a horrified whisper at the sight of the man standing by the stove. Her grandmother muttered her name in a scolding matter but could she really be blamed? It wasn't often you walked into a house and found mass-murderer Sirius Black standing there as if he wasn't supposed to be in Azkaban.
"Aww, Ms. Riddle, Ms. Baudelaire," Dumbledore said, smiling with that same twinkle in his eye. "We've been expecting you. Please, have a seat. Molly, could I trouble you for a cup of tea?"
Tilly, eyes never leaving Sirius Black, moved around the table until she sat between Tonks and Charlie, who put his arm around her shoulder. "What is going on here?"
"Aww, how rude of me," Dumbledore replied. "Tilly, I'd like to introduce you to Remus Lupin and also, Sirius Black, who, I assure you, is completely innocent of all charges and has allowed us to use his house as our headquarters."
"Headquarters?" Tilly asked.
Molly turned from the stove, clearing her throat. Hermione, Ron, Fred and George reluctantly got up from the table, the latter three grumbling as they left the room. "They aren't of age yet," Molly explained to Tilly as she waved her wand at the door a few times.
"I want to thank you all for coming," Dumbledore started. "As you're well aware, Voldemort has regenerated himself and as you are more aware, the Ministry does not believe he is back, despite obvious evidence. When Voldemort first came into power, we created an Organization known as the Order of the Phoenix in which we involved a select group of Wizards and Witches. The Order of the Phoenix fought against Voldemort's tyranny. . . . We are gathered here today, to revive that organization, that is, of course, if you are all willing."
"What exactly would we be doing?" Tonks asked, scooting forward in her chair.
"We are our own eyes and ears as it would be," Dumbledore explained. "It is our job to keep track of the going-ons in Voldemort's inner circle, the Muggle world, our world, and in the Ministry. It is this way that, when the time comes for us to protect what we hold dear, we will be ready.
"I am afraid I cannot continue this meeting until I believe everyone in this room are willing to sacrifice all for our cause," Dumbledore finished, looking around the room.
No one said a word and no one left. A smile came to Dumbledore's face. "Wonderful. Now to our first order of business: Mr. Harry Potter. Mundungus," he said suddenly, causing the filthy man to flinch. "You will Apparate now to Privet Drive. Keep a watch on the boy. Make sure he stays out of trouble."
Mundungus mumbled to his self, sending the man a brief glare but he got up from his chair and everyone heard as he exited the house. Charlie leaned over whispering into Tilly's ear, "He's not a very pleasant person at all, is he?"
Tilly gave him a slight smile, brushing him away. Dumbledore continued, looking to Snape, who was still eyeing Sirius Black in an awful way. "Severus, you know your duties."
Snape nodded. "He suspects nothing, Albus."
"Very good," Dumbledore replied. "I will not keep you."
The Potions' Master nodded again and with a swish of his black cloak he was gone. This was getting weirder, Tilly thought. What had she just signed up for?
"Mr. Weasley, when do you return to Romania?" Dumbledore asked, and everyone shifted to look at Charlie.
"Next week," Charlie informed him.
"Your job is a very difficult and trying one, I'm afraid. I am asking that, while in Romania, you try to make contact with wizards and witches who may also be willing to help our cause. We could use all our resources."
"I'll get right on it." Tilly reached over and grabbed Charlie's hand. He glanced over at her out the corner of his eye, giving her a slight smile.
"As for the rest of you," Dumbledore continued. "It will be your job to protect, watch, and report everything that happens in the Ministry of Magic. Continue on as if nothing is the matter but keep an ever watchful eye."
"What exactly are we watching for?" Moody asked, voice gruff but still respectful.
"Anything suspicious from those we have acknowledged work or respect Voldemort. Also, the most dangerous, will be keeping an eye on the Department of Mysteries."
"What's in the Department of Mysteries?" Remus Lupin said.
"Something that Voldemort did not have before," Dumbledore replied rather evasively. "I will explain at the later date but for now, all you need to know is that he will stop at nothing to retrieve it this time around. We will all exchange shifts, watching over the Department, making sure no one of interest gets close."
Dumbledore clapped his hands, smiling brightly all the sudden. "Now, who's up for that tea?"
The business like atmosphere disrupted, the group exchanged glances before some moved on to talk amongst themselves. Across the table, Tilly and Marguerite looked at each other, having stayed quiet the entire meeting. Marguerite gave her granddaughter a small smile which Tilly interpreted as a way of her saying she didn't have to do this, any of it. Tilly gave her a slight shake of her head before looking up at her boyfriend. She really wished she could go with him, help him but knew, especially with her new promotion, that that would be impossible.
She accepted the tea Molly handed to her and nodded to herself.
It was time for battle.