Harry Potter and the Wizard's Debt

Chapter 1

Harry lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. The last thing he wanted was to fall asleep. The last couple of nights he had only dreamed about one thing -- Sirius falling through that veil, and the horror in his eyes while he was doing it. Anger flooded through him, and with it came a multitude of other emotions that Harry could not identify.

Why is it every time I find someone who's like family to me, they get taken away? Am I that jinxed that I can't have a family? Harry climbed out of bed and walked to the window. He had opened it to let Hedwig out, but she would not leave him. She hooted softly to him.

"Why Hedwig?" he whispered to the bird.

"Why has Harry Potter asked why?" Dobby asked softly.

Harry spun around. "Dobby, why are you here? I can't leave this room for a week now, because you and Winky got me into trouble."

Dobby's face contorted in anger. "It's not nice of those Muggles, leaving Harry Potter locked in his room." Dobby looked up at Harry, "but Harry Potter can leave anytime he wants, sir."

Harry started looking confused as he said, "Dobby, what are you talking about?"

"Anytime Harry Potter wants to leave, Harry Potter has to go to his closet. Harry Potter will be taken to his house."

"But I don't have a house."

"But Harry Potter does have a house." Dobby looked around the room, "it would be better for Harry Potter to go to the closet, than for Harry Potter to stay here. Anytime Harry Potter wants to come." Dobby snapped his fingers and in an instant, was gone.

Go to my closet, thought Harry. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened his closet door. Nothing was different. He had not had time to even get his Muggle clothes out of the trunk; he would have to get them later when he was allowed to leave the room. What was Dobby talking about? Harry looked around the closet and saw a faint light coming from the bottom of the closet. It was not bright, but it shone enough to tell Harry that there was something behind it.

Harry moved what little clothes were left in the closet to the side, and pushed on the back of it, but nothing happened. His face contorted in concentration, now what? Maybe...just maybe, he thought to himself. He reached behind him and shut the closet door. The light inside the closet was brighter now. He pushed again and nothing happened. Feeling around on the wall on the back of the closet, he felt a doorknob. He turned it slowly, and the back of the closet opened up. His heart racing, he remembered everything that had happened when he met Dobby for the first time, and how Dobby had tried to save his life. He wondered if this was one of those times, but remembered that the house-elf had promised not to do it again. He opened the door and went through.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Frost was lost in her own thoughts; why would Dumbledore want me now? I did that one errand for him, what else? She reached up and caressed the talisman that was hanging from her neck. She could remember the day that James, Lily, Sirius, and her had found it. It had been inside an old wizard's shop. The shop had been filled with all sorts of interesting things, but Lily had talked her into buying that particular item. Afterwards, the four of them read up on talismans and then each of them added a drop of their own blood to it. She let it fall back against her shirt.

Remus had stayed quiet for the whole walk down the mountainside. Frost looked over at him. In just an hour, the night would begin to descend, and she could see the worry etched on his face. She snickered. He was no doubt thinking that he needed to leave her so he could transform without putting her in danger.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You, with that look of worry."

"You should be worried. I don't want to hurt you, Frost. Please take the letter." He was not asking, he was commanding. She gave him a sideways glance.

"I'm making camp here tonight." She set down her pack and started to set up her tent.

Keeping an eye on Moony, she watched as he walked away from the clearing they had entered. With a sigh, she rolled out her sleeping bag and crawled in. Food would have to wait until after Moony changed. The tricky part of this was ensuring he would not bite her, but he did not know that while she had been away, she herself could transform.

An agonizing shriek split the silence as night approached rapidly. She would not have to worry yet; he had to find her scent. Being who she was, and Moony not knowing about this ability of hers, she changed into a silver wolf. Moony was not going to back her into a corner.

Crawling out of the sleeping bag, she padded softly to the edge of the wood. She was hungry. The small lunch they ate while they were walking was not going to sustain her through the night. At least in this form she could eat without having to cook.

Remus' transformation was complete, and his senses were on full alert. He was battling with himself -- part of him wanted to go back to Frost, and the other part wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. The potion he'd been sipping on throughout the day had left his mind functioning, and so his animalistic desires were controlled.

Catching her scent again, he growled a low, throaty growl. She was in the wood, the foolish woman. He crouched amongst the brush and waited. Slowing his breathing, he tried to calm his instincts which were telling him to find prey. He could sense that she was coming closer, but what startled him the most was seeing a silver wolf stalk by.

Frost you sly woman, you didn't tell me you could take on this form! At least now he would not have to stay away from her. Getting up and out of the brush, he started after her. He heard the low growl as he approached her, and he barred his fangs but did not growl, though every instinct in his body was telling him to do so. The hair on her back lay flat once again as she stalked around him, watching and waiting for him to move and strike. Moony did not. He could control his urges.

She continued in the direction she had been going, and he followed. Anytime he got closer to her, she would growl at him. At one point she even struck him across his muzzle with razor-sharp claws.

When morning came, Frost was stirring from her sleep. She felt really warm, warmer than she had in a long time. She realized that this was because she was still in the form of the wolf, and she felt a hand caressing the fur between her ears, and then moving down her back. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. The hand went back and started its journey once again. This time, she gave a slow growl and it paused. She felt the hesitation, but then it started up again. Closing her eyes, she growled once more time while picturing her true form.

She could feel herself changing back into her real shape. It was not pleasant, but these transformations had saved her life on more than one occasion. She had not, however, ever been pet in that form, and she did not like it now that it happened.

"Beautiful." His voice was low and husky. She started getting up and he pulled her tightly against him. "No you don't."

"Let me go Moony."

She felt his hot breath by her ear. "No. You wouldn't let me get near you all night. And by the way, I have to repay you for something."

"What?"

"I have a nasty little cut on my face from those claws of yours."

"I warned you not to come near me."

"Here I was afraid I was going to hurt you." He slid his hand up, and pushing her cheek, he turned her face towards his. He disliked not being able to see her eyes. Her whole body was tense. He saw a look in her eyes, one he had seen before, and she had the same look Harry had right after he lost Sirius. How long had she been wearing this look? It would haunt him. He knew it would haunt him in his dreams just like Harry's did. He wanted so much to take that look out of Harry's eyes, and now he wanted that look out of hers too. "Why did you go away Frost? Why did you shut everyone out? You're lonely, I can see that."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not going back."

"What are you so afraid of?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The room did not look like any room he had been in before. Off to one side stood a large four poster bed that looked as comfortable as the one he slept in at Hogwarts. The wooden floors were polished to a brilliant shine, and a spacious closet door stood open. Harry went to investigate the contents, and he saw clothes. He took a couple of things out of the closet, and saw that they were exactly his size. One side were new robes containing Gryffindor emblems, and on the other side were Muggle clothes.

The door to the right of the closet led into a bathroom. The tub looked like the one in the prefect's bathroom at school, the one with lots of faucets that released a variety of colored and scented soaps. On the wall, there were two pictures hanging. One of these was a merman and the other a mermaid. The merman was sitting proudly atop a rock which was protecting him from the waves crashing all around him. The mermaid, on the other hand, was coyly batting her eyes at him. Harry also noticed that everything shone as if it were new.

Harry went back to the bedroom and noticed the portrait hanging at the head of the bed. It was of a wizard, who was smiling at him. Harry walked closer.

"Who are you?" he asked the portrait. "Where am I?" Normally this would have seemed strange, but Harry was used to talking pictures.

"I'm Godric Gryffindor. And as for where you are, you are in your home, Mr. Potter."

Harry blinked. So this was Godric Gryffindor. His beard looked as long as Dumbledore's, only it was not as silver, it had a touch of white in it. His hair was black and white looking and was tied back the way Bill Weasley's was. He had a regal manner about him, and he smiled all the more as he watched Harry observe him.

"Um...but how can this house be mine?"

"You've inherited it."

"From who?"

"Don't worry about that now. Why don't you go look around."

Harry looked at the door he had not been through. He was totally unsure about this. His curiosity was getting the better of him, but at the same time he did not know that he wanted to. Could he then trust this place? He stared at the door for a long time, debating with himself about going through, and finally decided that he could do it. He stepped back through his closet, and in an instant was back in his bedroom at number four, Privet Drive.

After shutting the door to his closet, Harry lay back on his bed. What if it was another trick? What if it was something that Voldemort wanted him to have? Was he using him again, like when he lured him into the Ministry of Magic, to get him the prophecy? Trying, once again, to get something he couldn't get for himself. Could he control house-elves like Dobby and Winky to do his bidding for him?

What would Ron think? What would he say about it? Bloody hell! When can I come over? And that wouldn't do right now, I don't even know what to think about this house.

Hermione would look in a book. Would a book explain what happened with the closet? The door definitely wasn't there before. Why would it just suddenly appear? I have nobody to talk to about this. His mind wandered back to Sirius. Wouldn't I have inherited Sirius's house? There's no way that was Sirius's house.

Sirius's house looked like the place Voldemort would have loved to have. It was a place fit for him to brew deep, dark magic in. Even after all the cleaning they had done, it still looked like the house of a dark wizard.

This house looked new, well, at least the part of it he had seen. But even something that seemed so good raised more questions. Why was his life always filled with more questions; when would he ever going to finally get some answers? Sleep finally overtook him, but it was not restful. He dreamed about a house that had strings attached to it.

Harry woke up to a pounding on his door and shouting from Uncle Vernon.

"Boy we'll be gone all day and won't be home 'till supper. Be sure to stay in your room." Harry saw some bread and cheese getting pushed through the cat flap of the door.

Through the years of living with the Durlseys, he had seen so much food pass through that flap that it was not even funny. His Aunt and Uncle thought he would destroy the house while they were gone, which is why he was always locked in his room. When he was younger they would make him stay with Mrs. Figg, a squib who lived down the street. She was a squib - someone born to magical parents but who had no magical abilities themselves - but Harry had only found this out the previous summer.

He had also found out that Dumbledore had him followed so he wouldn't use magic if he needed rescuing. The problem was that he did use magic last summer because his and his cousin's lives had depended on it. Harry shivered just a bit as he recalled the dementor's attack. He was no longer some child that needed looking after. He had found out that now he had to either be murdered, or become a murderer.

Harry went over and grabbed the food; he broke off half the bread and put it into Hedwig's cage. She had not gone hunting, and he knew that when she woke again she would feel hungry. After eating, Harry became thirsty; Uncle Vernon had not put anything through the door for him to drink. For that matter he did not even think that Harry might need to use the bathroom.

Looking back at the closet door, he made up his mind, he was going exploring. If nothing more, he would just stay in that one room for the time being. Pulling out his wand (that he had hidden under his pillow), he proceeded towards the closet. He ended up in the same place as he had the previous night - in the bedroom in the other house.

He first went to the bathroom, and got a drink of water. Next he took a bath -- not a long one, however, because he did not want anyone sneaking up on him while in this situation. Going to the closet he exchanged his dirty clothes for some clean Muggle ones that was inside. He was shocked at how well they fit him - they were not to long or baggy, like the hand-me-down clothes that came from Dudley.

Harry went to the bed and sat down. He was right, it was as comfortable as the one at Hogwarts. He got down on the floor and looked under the bed; he found nothing. Next, he opened the drawers in the nightstand. He found some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. He glanced over at the portrait, and found it grinning at him.

"You're a brave lad, see you've come back to investigate the house." Harry looked up at him.

"I have to be brave if I'm in Gryffindor at Hogwarts."

"Lad after my own heart."

"Whose house is this?" Harry asked him again.

"It's your house Mr. Potter."

"Who did I inherit it from?"

"That would be Fuscienne Raffaella Octavia Sebastion Thomyris. That's what I've known her by, and this used to be her room. She used to tell me everything about being in Gryffindor when she went to school there."

"I don't know any Fusci...whatever her name is." Harry said.

"Well my dear boy. I only tell you what I know; the house is yours and she used to live here. If you'll excuse me I need to visit some of my friends now."

Harry watched as Godric Gryffindor walked out of his painting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"What are you so afraid of?" Remus asked Frost. Concern was written all over his face, but she was not about to bring up the past to him.

"Leave my demons out of this."

"You have two choices, either discuss your demons, or read your letter." He grinned mischievously.

Dirty, little rotten...she stopped her mind from going there. Remus had always been a good friend, damn him.

"Give me the letter."

"Smart woman." Remus let her go and extracted the letter from inside his tattered robes.

Frost took the letter and opened it.

Dear Miss Thomyris,

It's time to come out of hiding for good my dear. I'm calling on a wizard's debt owed to me. No dear, you do not owe me one, but you owe it to someone else and I'm calling on that. I have the ability to do it because I took one debt owed to him away. I need you to come to Hogwarts this year; there is a vacancy for Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and you will be helping that teacher. Remus wouldn't come back unless I put safe guards around the situation. I informed him that you would be able to keep the students safe, while he is in that state of wildness on the full moon, and that you could substitute for him during those times. This is not an interview for this position. It's a command.

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster at Hogwarts.

Frost glared at Remus, "You knew. You knew all about this. I can't go back. I'm supposed to be dead. Dead people don't come back from the grave."

"You're a very beautiful dead person."

Frost slapped him on the arm, "You big git." She turned around and stalked around the camp rambling to no one in particular, "how? How for the love of Merlin did he get that debt? Oh who am I kidding this is Dumbledore we are talking about. Hell!" She stopped and covered her mouth. She looked at Remus, who had a bemused smile on his face.

"What about Hell, my dear?"

She remembered the last words said from the wizard that her debt was owed to. He'd never claim it; the only way he would was if hell froze over.

"I think hell just froze over."

"That's a mighty big feat to accomplish. Now who did you owe a debt to?"

"I'm not saying, but I'll tell you one thing. I can't go back with this silver hair." She picked up the portion that was over her shoulders and down her front.

"Why not? I've always like that about you." Remus walked closer and ran his fingers through it. "I have an idea."

"I hate it when you have ideas. They get me nothing but trouble."

He grinned. "Maybe, maybe not."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Harry had now been back at Privet Drive for an entire week. Ignoring his Uncle Vernon's orders, Harry ended up writing to Ron and Hermione. He did not want them worrying about him. Hermione had already completed three of the holiday assignments the teachers had given them; Ron told Harry that he hadn't even started, and that his mum and dad were away a lot with business from the order.

Ron could not give him any information regarding Voldemort because he did not have any. Hermione asked him more than once in the same letter whether or not he was working on trying to achieve Occlumency. Harry had been thinking about continuing himself, since he found a book in it in that house, but he decided it would be best to ignore the question. Professor Snape really had tried to teach him, but he went about it the wrong way, at least now he understood what he was supposed to have done in the first place.

Harry had found the house, that was supposedly his, rather intriguing. Every day he was making new discoveries about the house. The biggest discovery he had made happened to be outside, in the surrounding property. There was some sort of invisible force around the house -- try as he might, he could not walk through it. Even Hedwig could not through it.

In the library, Harry found a diary. It was leather bound, and looked a lot like Tom Riddle's diary. The difference was, however, that it had the name "Miss Thomyris" engraved on the cover. It took him a day to figure out how to open it (well, him and Godric's painting). Godric also thought that it would be a fun quest to find the treasures of the book.

He sat on the bed and Godric was behind him on the wall. "You know, there has got to be a way to open this."

"Hogwarts." Godric said.

Harry looked at him, "What are you doing?"

"Finding the word that opens it."

"Oh..." Harry looked back at the diary. "Sugar quill, chocolate frog, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, girls, boys, dragons, dogs, cats, mice..."

Harry went on and on, so did Godric.

"This is stupid. Fuscienne you're stupid." Harry said to the diary, his frustration getting the better of him.

The diary opened.

"Well done. Now read it to me." Godric said.

"September 1st, Fuscienne Thomyris, well I made it. The feast was rather interesting. Headmaster Dumbledore said no one was allowed to go into the forest. And then I got sorted into Gryffindor, Lily Evens is one of my room mates, so are three other girls, but they seemed kind of snobbish. I don't know how they ended up in this room. Lily was nice, she told me all about her home, about living with Muggles, we laughed and joked around. No one had a clue what most of the stuff we talked about was. See I'm from a Muggle family myself. But my parents died before they found out, and I was living in an orphanage, until, well, until I got so mad I blew this person up like a balloon. Honestly I had no idea at the time what I had done. So I got sent to live in this house for one week before school. Personally I told the hat to put me into Gryffindor, keep that our secret. I like talking to the portrait above my bed, he's Godric Gryffindor, and well, I didn't want to go into any other house but his."

Harry looked up at the portrait, "So she came here when she was eleven?"

"Yes, she had a benefactor, but the house-elves took care of her mostly. Her benefactor was rather busy."

Harry looked back down and flipped to the next page.

"September 7th, Oh you would not believe the amount of homework this place gives you." Oh yes I would, thought Harry, "I think I'm going to die, there is no way I can learn all of this. By the way, Lily is my best friend now, we've decided the other three girls in our room are prudes. They have not a clue; we wouldn't want to be friends with them anyway. Well at least I don't, Lily is too nice to everyone. I couldn't believe it she was even nice to that Slytherin boy. I swear. Who wants that? Malfoy is a git! And Snape is a git! There are a few gits in Gryffindor I might add to that list, chiefly among them is Alaster "Know-it-all" Moody, please! Then you have James "I'm hot and I know it" Potter, Sirius "I'm in trouble again" Black, and last but not least Remus "mystery unto thy self" Lupin. Well that's it for now. I have to get up early so me and Lily can get all our homework done tomorrow."

The portrait of Godric was laughing, "Either she knew what she was talking about, or she just really didn't get along with those boys." Harry could not help but laugh. He had heard stories about the Marauders, now he was going to be able to read even more about them, and find out more about his mother in the process.

Harry continued reading the diary to Godric and they had some pretty good laughs. He sighed when he looked at his watch. His aunt and uncle would be expecting him for dinner. He did not relish eating dinner with them, but the sooner he got it over with, the sooner he could go back to his room to come back here. Dobby and Winky had been great, he had meals here so what little he did get at the Dursley's, Dobby and Winky made sure he got better food when he came here.

He had wondered why Moody had been in the diary, but found out quickly that Moody was just there to take one course, and he drove Fus mad. Harry laughed at the face that Fus did not like the know-it-all Moody; and Fus knew that Moody was studying to be an Auror. He had already graduated from Hogwarts, and Fus and his mother were always in the library so they could get away from the other girls that were in their dormitory. And this was where they had met Alastor Moody, telling them that what they had written on their homework was wrong.

Harry lay the diary on the bed, "I'll be back Godric."

"We'll have to see if we can find another one of those diaries. Fus, as you call her, never told me half of what was going on." Godric grinned at him.

"I'll have to tell you what my experiences have been at Hogwarts, Fus' and my mum's were tame compared to mine." Harry told him.

Harry went back through the closet; back to Privet Drive. He felt like he had freedom, knowing he could run and escape any time he wanted. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had said nothing about him staying in his room. He had been aloud to leave his room since yesterday, but he chose to stay in it after he went outside for awhile. Being allowed to leave his room did not give him the feel of freedom like it had last summer, now he knew Dumbledore was having him watched.

Sitting down to dinner had been uneventful, the Dursley's had ignored him the same way they always did.

"So Dudders, do you still want to go to Disneyland tomorrow for two weeks?" Aunt Petunia asked. As it was scheduled for the following day, the trip had of course been booked, and Petunia had packed, but still she had to ask because Dudley was prone to changing his mind quite often - it really did not matter to him whether or not it had already been paid for.

"Yes, mum," he looked over at Harry and pointed at him. "But I don't want him coming. I don't want it ruined, he always ruins things."

Dudley, or Dudders, or Dinkykins, was an over-grown bully. And despite the fact that Harry had saved his life last summer, even with the effects the dementors had on him, it still had not changed Dudley's attitude toward Harry one bit.

Harry did not even want to go, Harry wanted to stay here, but he had an idea. "I could ask my friends to stay with them, that way I wouldn't be a burden."

Uncle Vernon looked at him, "Fine, you can go. You can stay for the rest of the summer too."

"I'll need to get my stuff." Harry was thinking of his trunk locked up in the cupboard.

"I'll get that for you and you can take it to your room. But no funny stuff, is that understood? Go contact them." Uncle Vernon said.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry left the table.

Smiling to himself, it really was a brilliant idea. He would send Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Order a letter that he was going to be going to Disneyland with his relatives. And he would leave a note in the kitchen tonight stating that he had been picked up from his friends.

Harry had written all the messages in a hurry and sent Hedwig off, telling her to return at night, and he would bring her to the other house. Afterwards, Harry went down and took his trunk out from the cupboard, which Uncle Vernon had unlocked.

Harry would have the rest of the summer to himself. He smiled at the thought, and the only thing he had to do now was keep Ron, Hermione and everybody else from worrying about him. He wanted this time to himself. He had more to think about, knowing that he would have to face Voldemort and kill him or be killed. The one thing he wanted to prove to himself was that he could look after himself. He did not need everyone worrying about him. I'm not a child anymore, Harry thought.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

It had taken Frost and Remus a week to make it back to London, Frost would not apparate; Remus thought she was regretting coming back and trying to stall it for as long as possible. It also could have been the fact that Frost was now the silver wolf form all the time, other then when they had been sure they were utterly alone. Frost was only known as Frost to the Marauders and to Lily -- it was their nickname for her. Everyone else had called her Fuscienne, so they were relatively comfortable with her going by Frost, the silver wolf.

They would go to the Order's headquarters and find out everything. Remus was ready for some news on Harry, maybe he would even be there already. Dumbledore had said something about bringing Harry back there at the end of school. But he wanted Harry to want to come, he did not want to have to force the situation on the boy. Remus had fully understood this. He did not want the memories of Sirius to force the boy beyond depression, and make him want to do something drastic.

As the night began to fall, they made their way to headquarters and Remus let them in. The house was still depressing as ever, and he thought that no amount of cleaning was ever going to get this place in order. The house was still retched and foul.

"Remus, it's about bloody time," Moody growled to him. Alastor's magical eye stopped and glared at the wolf beside him, "Who's this?"

Remus looked down at Frost reached out his hand and scratched her between the ears, "My companion for school. This is Frost, she'll be staying with me at Hogwarts." Remus had noticed Frost's hairs were starting to stand up, he'd known that the first year of school had gotten on Frost's nerves. Moody had not been the best of people, he had been a complete know-it-all and let everyone know it.

"Frost, huh!" Moody's eye would move off of her.

Frost started growling.

"Ah, Remus. And I see you brought her," Dumbledore said when he came into the room.

Moody turned and glanced at Dumbledore. "You know about this."

"I asked Remus to go find her, as a favor to me." Dumbledore came up to them and his eyes twinkled when he looked down at the wolf. "So you had no problems then, Remus?"

"No, Frost and I are getting along." Not getting along fine, he thought to himself. The closer she had gotten to London, the more aggressive she had become.

"Frost! Suites her." Dumbledore reached out and touched her head, the hair on her back disappeared quickly. "That's better," Dumbledore turned to Moody, "Do try not to rile her Alastor, I have plans for this wolf." Dumbledore turned and left.

Frost had left Remus and Moody. She went exploring the house, and she decided very quickly that the place was pure evil. Why the Order had to be here, she could not understand. She had seen people come and go, some of whom she still knew. Remus had made a point of her being in the kitchen when they had the meetings. She was not in the Order, but Dumbledore did not seem to mind when he was present that she sat in on them.

It had been a long week when two redheaded twins came into the house. She knew they had to belong to Molly and Arthur Weasley, they looked like they belonged to them. They came barging into the kitchen during on one of the meetings.

"He isn't where he said he was!" They started yelling at the group.

"What are you doing here?" Molly Weasley, her red hair just as bright, bellowed at the two. "You're supposed to be at home watching Ron and Ginny."

"Who isn't where he said he was?" Remus asked.

"Harry! Harry didn't go with the Muggles." Fred told him, his worry showing clearly on his face.

Everyone began talking at once, and the room was taken over by chaos.

"Oh Harry!" Molly brought her hand up to her throat. "What if...what if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has Harry."

This brought around another chaos.

"Enough!" Dumbledore shouted. He was the calming force in the midst of the rolling storm. "Molly, bring Ron and Ginny here, contact Miss Granger. Knowing Ron and Hermione, they sent Fred and George after Harry. We don't need them going off looking for Harry now."

Molly jumped up and ran from the room after shaking her fingers at her twin boys.

"Fred, George, no more looking for Harry." Dumbledore stated to them. "I believe you two have a joke shop that needs to be run."

Fred and George looked at Dumbledore solemnly, and left.

"Arthur find out when I'm supposed to meet with Fudge." Arthur Weasley left.

Dumbledore slowly gave out orders and one by one he watched everybody in the room leave, until only him, Remus, Moody and Frost were left in the room.

Moody looked at Dumbledore, "Do you know where Harry is?"