Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX...IT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIFTH BOOK. THIS STORY IS TOLD IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE IMPORTANT CHARACTERS, INCLUDING THE TRIO AND STAFF MEMBERS. AND THE USUAL DISCLAIMER.

A/N: Okay. Let me clear up some things. Sirius is NOT dead. The last chapter, when Ron and Hermione informed Harry that Sirius was dead, was a joke. Sorry about that. And contrary to what some of you think, I may have not written it clearly. The Weasleyfamily did NOT give Anna away for money. It was because they were poor, and didn't have enough money to support her, so they gave her to a loving family that could care and provide for Anna. They did it out of love. It wasn't easy for them, but they see Anna very often. I wouldn't make the Weasleyfamily do a horrible thing like giving their daughter away to get money. Ron didn't tell his friends because you know how he is about being poor. Did I clear up some confusion and anger?

ALL SIXTY-NINE OF THEM

"So you have chosen," said Dumbledore, "Then so be it."

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The words rang inside everyone's minds as they heard those fateful words. Those important words. There was silence all around the room. It seemed that the phrase had hit home, as everyone realized the importance of their decision. There was no turning back now. There could be no more change of heart. They were now committed to the Order.

"So! Welcome to the new Order!" said Aberforth, cheerfully, bringing everyone out of their daze.

"How many left?" asked a stranger. The question was on everybody's mind. How many had left the room.

Four of the leaders smiled back. Erupses wore no expression. It was only to be expected.

"I believe the question should not be how many left. Instead...it should be..." Dumbledore let his reply hang...seeing if any of the members were daring enough to guess.

"Did anybody leave," answered Hermione, taking a guess. Dumbledore and the others turned to look at the bright girl. Professor McGonagall gave her a smile.

"Good question," said the Lady, looking at Dumbledore. They seemed to carry on a silent conversation.

"You've guessed right, Hermione. Instead of asking how many left, the appropriate question is did anybody leave," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles. Hermione beamed. Clearly, there were some intelligent members in this Order. Her friends felt proud of her.

"Everyone chose to agree and join, didn't they?" asked Harry, suddenly not caring if anybody was now staring at him.

Dumbledore smiled.

"No one left," said the Lady, turning to Harry. Her stare was penetrating, and she seemed to read his very thought.

<<You will soon learn, Harry, that there are many good people in this world who will give their lives for this cause, no matter the cost>> thought the Lady, directing it to Harry, but she was not looking at him now.

"Please. We would like you all to rest for a couple of minutes, before all introductions are made. This ten minute's time, you should be talking among your friends and family members. Please, do not regret joining," said Aberforth.

<< Witnessing her whole family joining the new Order is no small hardship. One has already died for the cause. In her heart, Molly understands her family's decision, but she will despair. Her tears will soon fall in second's time following the opposite>> came the thought of the Lady.

Harry heard it inside his head. So did the whole Weasley family, except for Mrs. Weasley. Sirius heard it too. Moody, Hermione, Mundungus, Tonks...They all turned to look at each other, trying to see if the others had heard this. Then they looked back at Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley didn't seem sad at all. In fact, she was smiling. Ron looked back at Harry, who shrugged. Hermione walked towards them.

"I think she's gone through denial," she whispered, making sure Mrs. Weasleyhadn't heard her. But there she was, smiling that silly smile.

"Did you hear it?" asked Harry. Ron and Hermione nodded, and looked back at Mrs. Weasley, who was now starting to talk to Bill about Fleur.

"...A silly girl, really...You could do better..." said Mrs. Weasley.

"Exactly mom. We've broken up a couple of months ago," said Bill.

"Oh!...Find anyone else?" asked Mrs. Weasley, looking hopeful.

"Mom, I'll find one when I find one!" said Bill, exasperated, and look around, seeing if anyone would help him out of this. Fred and George just snickered. Angelina and Katie giggled.

"Honestly, Bill...Such as handsome face...unfortunately ruined by that dreadful hair of yours...Now why won't you let me just give it little trim?"

Harry looked back at Hermione and Ron.

"When did that happen?" asked Harry.

"The breakup? I dunno. Bill doesn't really share that kind of news with us. We think he thinks the family is being too nosy," answered Ron.

"Who died? I meant the one that the Lady put into our thoughts," asked Hermione.

"Dunno, but it must've been someone important," said Ron, scratching his chin, frowning. "Did she mean Chris? The one mom was yelling about before?"

Harry shrugged. The three looked back at Mrs. Weasley. They jumped as she gave a sudden laugh. She laughed on for about ten more seconds. And the rest watched as the mad laugh had quickly turned into a cry. There she was, bellowing her lungs out, and tears flowing down from her eyes.

"Mom--Molly--Mrs. Weasley!" came their voices, all rushing to Mrs. Weasley.

"Why--Didn't--You--All--Leave--You--Idiots!" cried Mrs. Weasley, sobbing uncontrollably. Her howls could be heard from all across the room. "You--Arrogant--Fools! You--Kids! OH!"

It was worse than all the Howler's she's ever sent. By this time, nearly everyone in the room was silently staring at her. Harry wondered how the Lady knew that Mrs. Weasley would start crying right after...the 'opposite' of crying...which was laughing...

Harry turned to Hermione, who had registered what he was thinking, and gave a strange look. The two looked back at the Lady, who was quite calm, as though she was expecting this to happen.

The crowd didn't know quite what to do, as they continued staring at Mrs. Weasley, who was still sobbing.

The Lady was now watching Mrs. Weasley. Then after about a minute, she stopped crying, and gave a nod, as though agreeing to something. Then Harry understood. The Lady was Mind Speaking to Mrs. Weasley. What was said, no one knew. At least Mrs. Weasley had looked calmer.

"Er...We regret to say that the ten minutes is up. We will give breaks between meetings. Don't worry. Please, follow us," said Aberforth, as the leaders lead the people towards the seats. Everyone saw that there were names on it already, and that next to each seat, was an empty goblet.

"Ah! I see you've noticed the empty goblets. During the meeting, when you have sat down, the goblet will fill with your favorite drink. But not during the introductions yet. Please do not hesitate to drink from the goblet, Alastor. I assure you, the five of us has not poisoned the drink or the goblet," said Dumbledore, cheerfully.

"And also, we would advise you to drink much from the goblet. The goblets are magical. The moment it detects any sort of drink, it will have automatically charmed the drinks with a Memory Help Charm, an Anti-Drowsy Potion, and also an Anti-...well...you'll find out," said Dumbledore, with his eyes twinkling.

"We expect this meeting to last well through the evening. It is already the beginning of night. There will be short breaks for some snacks and talks. They also have the helping charms and potions. We assure you, the meeting will not be ill spent. The introductions may be interesting to some of you. The seat will be telling you what to say, and of course, we will also ask questions and put in any comments if there is time. Expect for the introductions to last at least two hours," came the snappy tone of Erupses.

"In a short while, about two more minutes, the seats will start glowing red again. One seat will call out a name. Whoever's name is called out, you will step forward, go to the seat that called you, and wait for instructions. When you have sat down before, the seats were merely receiving all of your memories. Just like the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, it can see through you, and it will decide what it should tell the people, what you should tell the people, and when it is enough. We assure you, the seats are quite intelligent. And they will make changes if too much time is lost. Your seating arrangements during the meeting are arbitrary. You may sit anywhere you like, as long as it is a comfortable place to stay for several hours. During the meeting, we can decide to take a break or not, depending on time. Please make your way to the center," said Professor McGonagall. Everyone turned to follow her. They stood, right in the middle of the center of the ring of seats. Harry looked closely at the circle. They seats seemed like normal size, and they seemed so close to them. And yet, Harry knew they couldn't have been so near, as there were at least fifty seats. Hermione nudged Ron and Harry in the arm.

"I think they're enchanted with an expansion spell of some sort," whispered Hermione. Harry gave a small nod. Maybe this was what Mr. Weasleyhad put on the Ministry cars from years ago, that he didn't bother telling Mrs. Weasley, who had also guessed what he had done to the car.

"The seating is the last test you will go through. After the introductions, it is possible that we may have a few less members than currently, assuming if we have to kick some members out. It is basically a sorting," said Erupses, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Give everyone your most undivided attention..." he said.

It had sounded like a threat of 'give everyone your most undivided attention...or else.'

Everyone had noticed his tone. And of course, they were certainly right that this was not a person to cross.

They all stood silent as they kept their eyes on the seats, preparing themselves for these possibly long and boring introductions.

They all gasped, as all the seats had turned red and started glowing. The first seat to start glowing was right in front of them. This seat has set off some sort of chain reaction, as its effects flowed through the other seats. The crowd held their breath and waited in silence.

"Lee Jordan," camea voice from the seat. Everyone watched the seat, and they saw what had done the talking. It was the name floating on the seats that had talked. It had formed into the shape of a mouth, with Lee as the top lip, and Jordan as the bottom lip. It was quite amusing.

"Ah! That was my spell! I insisted on doing it. Like the mouths?" asked Aberforth, while everyone chuckled. Moody leaned towards Harry, and whispered to him.

"You see what I mean when I said he was a strange bloke? Betwitchingnames to resemble mouths. Practicing inappropriate charms on a goat..." growled Moody. Harry nodded, and almost laughed. It was pretty clear to everyone that Aberforth was quite mad. Though, it didn't seem to depress anybody. It was only to be expected. They turned back to the seat. Perhaps this wouldn't be so boring...

"Hmm...I see...You love pranks eh?" said the name. "Aha! I see you've got loyalty to your friends...Oh! And what's this? Ah! Loyalty to Dumbledore, eh? Setting them Nifflersin Dolores Umbridge's office, to get back at her for what happened to Dumbledore? Knows where your loyalties lie, you do. You're a cheerful person. Sees through loopholes, you do, especially through rules..." continued the name, which sounded oddly like the voice of the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. Everyone cracked up at this. They turned back to look at Dumbledore, who seemed to be extremely delighted at what the seat name had said.

"I must thank you Lee," chuckled Dumbledore. "The seat...er...name will tell you what to say now. Just follow the instructions..."

Everyone watched.

"Um. I was the Commenter for the Hogwarts Quidditch games..." came the voice of Lee. "No!..No!..," snapped Lee. Everyone looked surprised. It seemed as though he was carrying an argument within himself. Dumbledore chuckled.

"The name speaks to the seated person privately after the name speaks to the whole room. Which means, that you can't hear this speech. So what just went on, was an argument between the seat name and Lee," said Dumbledore, clearing up the confusion. They turned back to Lee, struggling with the seat.

"I don't see how that's important? There's no reason! No! Oh fine! Be that way! Lots of people know anyways..." started Lee. Every chuckled. It was an amusing sight. "As the commenter for the Quidditch games...I sometimes...I usually...Okay! I loved to curse at the Slytherin Team...nasty cheaters they were...Hey! I had good reasons..." Lee looked around at the people, as though trying to see if any of them were disgusted with his doings? Quite the contrary, their faces split into smiles, and the Weasleys, plus Harry grinned at him. Mrs. Weasley looked absolutely revolted. Hermione rolled her eyes. She had disapproved of the swearing, but it was nothing she could stop.

"And...I work at Weasleys' WizardingWheezes. We invent supplies for the Order. Some of them are pretty useful. Considering the fact that no one besides this new Order will know about them. Fred and George could tell you more about that. They're the actual inventors. I'm the product multiplier. After they finish a product, they get started on another, while I make copies of them from the instructions the Weasleys write down. So do Katie and Angelina. They boss us around," said Lee, looking at his colleagues. Everyone noticed that Katie and Angelina were giving him the 'evil eye.'

They watched as Lee nodded a couple of times, and looked up at the five leaders.

"Well well," said Erupses. "Interesting."

"As you all should know now, each member may have a specific job just for them. As for Lee, his specific job is to provide us with enough amounts of devices," said Professor McGonagall. "We assure you, we quite depend on them. And as for the swearing, I did egg you on a bit in your fifth year, and Oliver's last. I never did tell you that out of all the Commenters Hogwarts has ever had since my time, you were the best one that portrayed the Gryffindor team so well. You may rejoin the members now. Remember where your seat was," she said, with a small smile on her face, proud of her Gryffindor student.

"And I thank you for showing loyalty to me, your old Headmaster," added Dumbledore.

"Fred Weasley," said one seat. "George Weasley," said the seat right next to it. The leaders looked at them.

"Well. They must be so alike that the seats called them at the same time, well, off you two go," said Dumbledore.

"Ooh! Very creative mind!" said Fred's name. "This one too!" agreed George's name. "Oh yes. Knack for getting into trouble. Got a whole drawer devoted to themselves in Filch's office." Then came George's name. "This one too! Loyalty to family and friends, both of you.Good, good." Fred's name began speaking. "Boldness and daring, oh my! Escaping Hogwarts by brooms, eh? Annoying the evil headmistress. In the same league as the Lee kid, I see."

It was funny to the ones who were standing there, watching them.

"Yes. Me and Fred," said George. "Fred and I own Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes."

"Oh yes. We just love inventing our jokes and pranks."

"We set Peeves on Umbridge, didn't we?"

"Proudest moment of me life. Bless that old Poltergeist," said Fred, fondly.

"You'll remember to give Peeves our blessings, won't you? Won't you, dear Ronniekins?" asked George, as Ron turned slightly red at the mention of his hated nickname. The twins stopped for a while.

"We are the actual inventors of shop. We invent these pranks and whatever. There are two sections of our store. The first section is devoted to our precious pranks and jokes. That's the section everyone can see and walk into," said Fred.

"The second section is devoted to the Order, full of devices and things. We start by inventing a joke, and we put that in the first section. Then we use that joke and improvise and improve on it, making it a useful item for the Order. That stuff gets put in the back, in section two, which we've bewitched to be only seen by us, the people that work there. After the meeting, we'll bewitch it so that everyone in this Order could come and go in the second section as they please, taking whatever they need," said George.

"The Order items are labeled with their name and a summary of exactly what they do. Take Vanishing Hats, for example. We improvised them, to not only vanishyour heads, but to vanish your whole body instantly. So when you need to get away, people won't think you strange for carrying a hat. We've got them hats in all different types, sizes, and colors, so they won't be recognized. As soon as you put the hat on, it'll give anyone different types of illusions, while you, the wearer of the hat, is instantly vanished," said Fred.

"One example is putting on a gray top hat, and giving the people an illusion of a little girl running to an old granny, the place where you were currently standing, crying 'mommy' or crying for sweets. There are different illusions, so that they're not recognized the next time it's used. And of course, we have hats that'll only make you vanish, if you are in a situation where you can't use or don't want to use the illusion method," finished George. Everyone clearly looked impressed, and more confident then before. This was one of the twins' serious moments. Even their mother had turned to look at them with amazement in her eyes. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley looking back at the Lady, who gave her a smile and nod.

"Oh! So that's what they've been doing!" whispered Ron.

"My Lord! How did they only manage three O.W.L.s? By what they've done, they should've gotten more. Before when you asked me Ron, I didn't know about this. I mean, this isn't one of their meaningless sweets!" said Hermione, while everyone else was talking amongst themselves, for the Weasleys twins were quite famous for their joking nature.

The twins looked at Dumbledore. Obviously, their seats have given them their last instructions.

"Yes. Quite useful, I must say. I have seen two of their inventions. I have used the one call Lemon Dreams. By the way, that is the new password to my office this term. I will have them explain to the group what those are. After a couple days, we will make trips to their shop, and see what they have to offer. Also, we will try out many of them, as the time to use them is already here. Though, we will not all go at once. By smaller groups, probably disguised as children. I am quite attached to lemons, I daresay. Lemon Drops are my favorite Muggle sweet...Er...Yes Minerva?" asked Dumbledore.

She cleared her throat. Clearly, Dumbledore was sliding off the subject again, one characteristic of him that she disliked the most. Dumbledore certainly had a knack for doing so.

"Angelina Johnson," called a name from another seat. "Katie Bell," called a different seat. Clearly, the seats knew that they must not waste too much time.

"Ah! The seats are trying to speed us up!" declared Dumbledore. "Smart, yes."

"Oh! Another Quidditchplayer," declared the name. "This one also. Works in the shop with the Weasleys and Lee kid," said the other name. "Extremely hard working when trying to win something, eh?" the name called out to Angelina. "Takes after Oliver Wood, this one." "Yes! And what have we here? You are pretty close with the Weasley twins, aren't you both?" Harry watched as Angelina and Katie turned slightly red.

"I also work at Weasleys' WizardingWheezes. And like Lee, I'm also in charge of multiplying the devices," said Angelina, after recovering from the embarrassment.

"So am I," said Katie. "But Lee does most of the multiplying. Angelina and I mostly give Fred and George ideas for improving their devices. We suggested ideas. Well actually, after Angelina and I suggest an idea for a device, us five get together and discuss the new ideas, and we all contribute a bit to the creation of a whole device. Having different types of illusions were Angelina's idea."

"Having different sorts of hats were Katie's idea. The different illusions were each designed by Lee. He thought up most of the illusions, and put them into the copied devices, and there are some non-illusion copies too," said Angelina. "And of course, Fred and George are the ones who make all our ideas work into one, working their magic to combine all our ideas into one. They're the masterminds behind all this. The Vanishing Hat was originally one of their prank ideas, only vanishing a person's head. Now...well, you can practically see the improvements we've made as a team," said Angelina.

"Currently, we're getting together all the prank objects and sweets that Fred and George has ever made, and we're improvising on each of them. Also, Angelina, Lee, and I are the multipliers of the real pranks put into section one. We can't have the shop looking suspicious," added Katie.

"No!" said Angelina, suddenly. It was Lee Jordan all over again...

"What do you mean it won't hurt?" came Katie, her eyebrows rising so high.

"How's that important?" came Angelina. "No! Didn't you already hint it?"

"Of course it will! Our dignities, you wretched seat!" snapped Katie.

"No! I refuse," said Angelina.

"What do you mean you won't let us out until we say it? Watch me!" demanded Katie, as her seat took hold of her.

"When I get off this seat...I swear..." came Angelina, sounding threatening.

"Oh fine. FINE!" came Katie, after a fit of coughing.

"Oh I hope the others get embarrassed to!" snapped Angelina, looking murderously at the crowd. Harry has only ever seen Angelina look at him this way, when she found out that Harry had gotten himself landed in detention again.

"Er...Ahem...We, that is, Angelina...and I, are proud... very proud... OK YOU STUPID SEAT...extremely proud...to be the girlfriendsofgrednforge!" said Katie, all in one breath.

"There, wasn't that much better?" asked the two names on the seats, as the whole room remained silent, but not for long. They were restraining from laughing...

"Er...I'm sure there can be a bend in the rule about laughter," said Dumbledore, "After all, cheerful laughter is good for the people." At this, everyone let out their restrained laughs, including Fred and George, who were wiping tears from their shaking faces.

"You may get off from your seats now. Please, no damage to them," said Aberforth.

"Alanna Sterns Longbottom," said the name. Harry turned his head. It was Neville's granny! What was she doing here? Surely she's suffered too much from it? Hermione, Ron, and Ginny stole quick looks at each other.

"Ah yes. Eager to get revenge on the Death Eaters aren't you? You will show plenty of bravery doing this. Loyalty, yes. One of the few who believed Dumbledore and Harry Potter that the Dark Lord has returned," said the name. "What happened to Frank and Alice, was most upsetting and angering for you. But you have learned to control your emotions...oh yes." The room was silent.

"I'm Neville's grandmother. My son, Frank Longbottom and his wife, Alice was on the original Order of the Phoenix. They were tortured, and are now in St. Mungos. There is really not much to say about me. I've raised Neville, and had to watch him struggle. The boy really doesn't deserve what's happened. I know that I usually say that he's isn't as good as his father, but he really is. And I'm proud of him," said Mrs. Longbottom, sadly, bringing the atmosphere down. She looked towards Dumbledore, who nodded for her to step back.

"Neville Leo Longbottom," said the name. Everyone looked up. Harry looked at his friends. They hadn't noticed that Neville was here.

"Perhaps, he was hiding in the corner. Did you know that Leo is means Lion, and is in the stars?" said Hermione, watching Neville sit on his seat.

"Ooh! Another Longbottom. Plenty of courage I see. Oh yes, and bravery! You've shown plenty of that, I see. You're more sure of yourself now than your first year at Hogwarts. You'll stand up to people who's insulted your parents. You'll stand up for your friends. That's what being a Gryffindor is all about. And look! Your animal totem is the lion! Impressive..." said the name. A lion! Animal of courage and bravery, and power. Of course, Neville's shown that near the end of last summer...and the time he got into a fight at the Quidditchgame with Goyle and Crabbe...and the D.A. So Neville's friends weren't really that surprised anymore. Still, the lion...was something.

"I go to St. Mungo's sometimes with Granto see my parents. They don't recognize me. I've gotten into fights at Hogwarts before. One time, at a Quidditchmatch between Malfoy's friends. The one time I ever won points for my House was the end of the first year, but standing up to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Dumbledore said it was brave of me, after the House Cup. I hated it every time someone made a cruel comment about someone going to St. Mungos. And a couple of weeks ago, I was with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny at the Department of Mysteries. I fought pretty hard, and I think there was a broken nose. In the end, only Harry and I were left standing. I guess that was the second time I've accomplished something," came the timid voice. A silence while people were talking.

"Neville, you may go back to your friends now. A lion. A strong, powerful, courageous animal spirit inside you.Perhaps we can ask Professor McGonagall to see if you are a Potential Animagus. If you are, then your animal totem, the lion, will be your Animagus form," camethe enchanted voice of the Lady. Harry noted that this was the first time she had spoken during the introductions. If anything, Neville looked thrilled...and terrified.

"It will take hard work and dedication!" said Professor McGonagall. "But this year at Hogwarts, we will be finding out everyone's animal totems. It will be most interesting."

"A lion!" exclaimed Ron and Harry, to Neville.

"That's really impressive, Neville!" added Hermione, beaming.

"It's a really nice animal," said Ginny.

"Aberforth Fiasco SillifusRyan Dumbledore," said the name. It appeared that the long names run in the family.

"Do you know how tiredly long that name is?" asked Aberforth's name. "Now, let's see. What have we here? Plenty of mischief! No...your brain does not suggest that you are literally mad. Silly, yes...but not mad. Okay, maybe just slightly mad. A prankster when you were younger! Misters Fred, George, and Lee are likely to be following in your footsteps...if you lead them right. Very devoted to our side.Ah, of course. Very serious when the situation is serious, just like the other mad Dumbledore. Must run in the family. A strong leader, and oh yes! Creativity and scheming. Nice traits." When the seat was done talking, everyone burst into laughter. Dumbledore himself had tears in his eyes. The name had called him mad! Erupses had a blank expression.

"Oh! I think your own introductions should stop now. It will take far too long, Leaders," said the name to the leaders, who nodded. "How about just what I say? Should be good enough.It will save some embarrassments. Move on."

"Albus Percival WulfricBrian Dumbledore," said his name.

"What have we here? The other mad Dumbledore, oh yes. A secretive person. Can keep secrets extremely well. A Sorcerer. Quick thinking and strong guide. Not a person to be easily fooled. Silly, yes, but not as silly as Aberforth.Has a fondness for a Muggle sweet called Lemon Drops. Also wants people to send him socks for Christmas. Knows what goes on in your school most of the time. Will not leave the school during school time, unless if you absolutely must. A strong leader. Move on," said the name. Harry noticed that it was speaking a bit faster now.

"Grizzilison Dizz Question," said the name. Funny name. It was a young man of his twenties. Brown hair and rather straight hair.

"Works in the Ministry of Magic, at the Department of Mysteries. Unspeakables. Prophecy room. Well, they're always useful to have. Very determined, yes. Strong worker. Will give out information from the Department of Mysteries against their rules, if it will help the Order. The assistant Keeper of the Prophecies...yes.A fast thinker, too. And clever...Hold on a second. You prefer to be called by Dizz, rather than Grizzilison. And you are thinking 'Fool of a mother to give me this name.' Quite right. You'll share this pain with Nymphadora! Move on."

"Amos Diggory," said the name. Cedric's father. Harry's insides gave a nasty squirm.

"Not very insightful towards elves, are you. Still, not a tragedy though. A bit quick to jump into conclusions," began the seat. Ginny was trying to hold Hermione back from walking up to Diggory. Defeated, Hermione settled on giving him a glare.

"You loved your son, yes. Extremely proud of him. You will see justice done to this matter. You will fight the Death Eaters for your son. Good father, you are. Wife, deceased this summer. Ministry of Magic. Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. House-Elf Relocation Office. Knows much about animals, don't you? A good use. Move on."

"Arnold Peasegood," said the name. "Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. An Obliviator. Good to have. Enjoys Quidditch, or course. Uses plenty of money to go around the world, watching Quidditch Matches. Favorite team, the Chudley Canons." Harry saw Ron positively perk up, and eyes widened in delight. The name went on. "You wife, divorced you. Said you've been paying to much attention to Quidditch and Obliviation. Of course, you've changed after that. You no longer go around the world for the games. Nice, nice.Move on," said his name.

"Gilbert Corn Wimple," said the name. Harry recognized him as the one with the horns at the QuidditchWorld Cup.

"Ministry of Magic. Department of Mysteries.Committee on Experimental Charms. Didn't work out quite well, did it?" asked the name, slyly. "You still have not found a way to remove your horns, but you and a few others are still working on it. You've refused to be the test subject of any more new experimental charms. Good choice. Smart. Your favorite food is...corn...as your middle name. Funny how these things turn out, eh? You have been loyal to Dumbledore, and one of the few who believed him. Nicely done. A very useful asset to the Order. New charms are being invented. And if they work well, they can be used by the Order. Move on," said the name.

"Anisma Burns Snape," called the name. Harry and his friends gasped. Another Snape?

"Ministry of Magic. Department of Mysteries.Committee on Experimental Potions. Yes, yes. We'll be needing another potion brewer. Clever and cunning, as your late brother. Taking up two more jobs, soon? Loyal to Dumbledore. Oh yes. Also, one of the few who believed that the Dark Lord is back.Your brother was very dear to you. Move on," said the name.

Someone actually loved Snape! Perhaps he had been civil with his sister?

"Kingsley Shacklebolt," said the name. Harry gave him a small smile.

"Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Auror. Well, aren't you a quick thinking one, picking up on early clues from the incident in Dumbledore's office. And oh, I see. Head of the search for Sirius Black, and feeding the Ministry wrong information. Excellent actor. Fudge and Malfoy doesn't suspect a thing. A useful asset to the Order. Nice deep voice. Enjoys singing at your spare time. Perhaps, you'd like to sing for them...No? Suits you. Move on." Shacklebolt looked at his seat as though it were mad. Asking him to sing, indeed!

"Portali Portus," said the name. Harry recognized him as the stranger who had asked the question from before. He was a medium height, plumpy fellow, whose hair was starting to bald.

"Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Transportation. Portkey office. Why, here it goes with the names again. Currently working your way up to the FlooRegulation Panel and Network Authority. Keeping pushing on. Good way to keep track of dark wizards, oh yes. You're a cheery little fellow, aren't you? Makes friends easily.An ideal candidate for spying and acting. Very nice. Like Dumbledore, you enjoy Mugglesweets. You have a strong obsession with Mugglematches. Arthur has some of them. Move on," said the name. The voice inside all these names was clearly enjoying itself.

"Benevolence Ayli," called her name. Harry watched as a blonde haired lady with brown eyes step forward. She

wore a smile on her face, as though everyday was a happy day.

"Again with the names. I daresay you're quite friendly with all sorts of people from around the world. Likes to travel too.Ministry of Magic. Department of International Magical Cooperation. Committee on the Wizarding Government Cooperation Worldwide. Nice. You'll get us some friends from other countries, no doubt. That's the spirit! It's all in the cooperation. Move on," said the name.

"Vicktor Nigeria Krum," said the name. Harry blinked. Ron gave no indication that he recognized him. Hermione beamed.

"I've been talking with him over our letters, and he definitely thought that he should try to do something," whispered Hermione, giving Krum a slight wave.

"Get your hands outta my face," snapped Ron.

"Be that way. He's not a dark wizard, Ron, get used to it," whispered Hermione.

"Oh I will. Don't worry. Excuse me. Must find Fred and George," said Ron, as he made his way towards the twins. Harry had a nasty feeling about this. Hermione glared at Harry, as though blaming him.

"What? Was I supposed to say something?" asked Harry.

"Boys," muttered Hermione. They watched as Krum walked towards his seat.

"Ministry of Magic. Department of International Magical Cooperation. Committee on Magical Games and Sports," said the name.

"How did he get in the Ministry? Wasn't he playing for Bulgaria?" asked Harry.

"He got hit by a Bludger on the ribs. Nearly stopped his heart. After that, he decided to quit," replied Hermione.

"You enjoy Quidditch? Almost got killed by a Bludger, eh? You've the right heart. Nevermind the fact of the school you went in. Didn't want to go into the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, I see. Well, you'll serve your purposes well. Move on."

"Elphias Wheezy Doge. Unemployed, but a strong Duelist. Works for the Order every hour you're awake. Now, that's dedication. Original member of the Order of the Phoenix and the Advance Guard. Nice. Can show up whenever he's needed. A strong smoker, but eventually quit, I see. Strong will, you have there. Move on," said the name.

"Dedalus Donagon Diggle," said the name. He was still wearing that silly top hat.

"Unemployed, but a nice cheerful person. Able to work for the Order at anytime. You like to take naps instead of going to sleep at night, don't you? Original member of the Order of the Phoenix and the Advance Guard. A silly fellow, I must say. Likes to set off illusions of a meteor shower, don't you? Good magic with illusion casting. You also have an obsession with bowing. Also with your top hat. There's no crisis in that though. Move on."

"Hestia Jones," said the name. Harry recognized her as one of the members who came to rescue him from the Dursleyslast summer.

"Unemployed. Doesn't sleep! Oh my! I see you have a gift for getting enough rest even without sleeping. You'll be able to answer the Order's call twenty-four hours a day. Nice. Very nice. Extremely alert at night. You've got natural night vision. That's rare. Interesting. Usually grumpy when someone makes you go get some rest. Had many arguments with your dearest mother, I see. Very well. Move on."

"Romulus Lupin," said the voice. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. By this time Ron had gotten back, with a slight evil grin on his face. How come Lupinnever told them he had a brother...or...were they even related? And even so...Lupin's never even told them about his wife...poor lady...

"Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Member of the Wizengamot, High Court. Believes Cornelius Fudge to be a very incapable Minister. And we quite agree. You have a younger brother, who is in serious condition, also the last member of your family, except for Flourish. You're very much like your brother, though you are a bit older. Move on."

"Bilius Duet Flitwick," said the name. "A human mother and...Dwarf father. No wonder you're so short. Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Quite useful to have. Talked the department out of giving out punishments for certain individuals of this new Order. A cheerful little fellow, just like his brother. Has a strong love for musical instruments. Move on."

"Dwarf!" whispered Ron.

"So?" replied Harry.

"Well, of course he's half dwarf. You didn't seriously think any human would be so short now, would you?" asked Hermione. "You should seriously get to know more about your own world. Same thing with Hagrid."

"Filius Flitwick. Hogwarts Staff. Charms professor. Brother of Bilius. Cheerful fellow. Not embarrassed about being short! Squeaky voice. Left a small part of Hogwarts as a monument to Fred and George.Nicely done. A good Dueler.Move on," said the name.

"Cipher Etudier LinGuist. Hogwarts Staff. Ancient Runes professor. Knows almost every language that is currently present. Good at decoding codes. A very nice asset to the Order, should they ever come across hard codes to crack. Not a very social person. We'll work on that. But, otherwise, kind person.Strict, yes. Move on," said the name.

And after that were Fleur Delacour and Flourish Delacour. And then there was Cassandra Janet Sinistra (Professor Sinistra), Agatha Vector (Professor Vector, who teaches Arithmancy), Poppy Pomfrey (the strict nurse), Pomona Herb Sprout (Professor Sprout who teaches Herbology), Alastor Argus Moody (AKA: Mad-Eye), Mundungus Steal Fletcher (the resident Crook), Emmaline Vance (part of the 'old crowd'), Nymphadora Tonks, and Sturgis Podmore (who supposedly finished his Azkaban sentence and had come back shaking). After them, were Rubeus Orion Hagrid and Olympe Maxime (the resident half-giants). From what the seat names were telling the crowd, the half-giants seem to be getting along pretty well, if you know what it meant, thank you very much.

As Sirius Orion Black got off from his seat, Dumbledore talked.

"During the meeting, Sirius will be giving us a full account of why...how he is still alive, after we saw him die and fall beyond the veil," said Dumbledore.

"Minerva ScharfMcGonagall," said the name. "Hogwarts Staff. Deputy Headmistress. Transfiguration Professor. Bravery and courage, and oh my! Very stubborn sometimes. Strict.Is used to seeing the Interhouse QuidditchCup in her office, and she will give detention to the next Gryffindor team of this year who doesn't get the Quidditch Cup this school term. A good sense of right and wrong. Doesn't like it when Dumbledore gets off topic. Hmm...Move on."

"Trinia Doreen Skeeter," said the name. It was Mrs. Figg...was Mrs. Figg. "Currently unemployed. Hmm...A Squib, I see. Been living as a Muggle for almost sixteen years, when Dumbledore made you go into hiding, and to look after Potter. Before that, you used to work at the Daily Prophet. When you had to leave, you sister, Rita, took your place. Caused an uproar, didn't she? Plenty of courage and sacrifice reasoning, I see. You proved that when you separated from your body. Feel like reporting back to the Daily Prophecy again, eh? Move on."

"Oh! Now I remember," exclaimed Ron.

"Remember what?" asked Harry.

"The gold colored ghost thing that asked me where the Order members were," replied Ron.

"Oh, right. She told me that she had given you quite a fright," said Harry.

"Too right she did! Nearly gave me a heart attack. I mean, you try walking on the second floor along those evil portraits, and then having a ghost thing, which was not really a ghost, creeping up on you, and then asking for directions!" whispered Ron.

"Well, you got over it!" said Hermione.

"Caring girl...that one," replied Ron.

They watched Concetta Dumbledore, Bill Weasley, and Charlie Draco Weasley get introduced.

"Draco? His middle name is Draco?" demanded Harry.

"Well...yeah...It stands for Dragon, and you know about Charlie and his Dragons..." replied Ron.

"Hermione Athena Granger," called the name. "Ah yes. Hermione.Smart one, you are. Excellent use of cool logic, though sometimes you have to be reminded that you are a witch." Harry heard Ron smirk. "Very intelligent. Just like the Goddess Athena, who you were named after. Wisdom and Intellect is what she stood for. Ah yes! You will not encourage rule breaking, but however, if the emergency situation calls for it, you will break the rule no matter the cost. Those bold deeds of valor has done much for the good. Logic skills on Severus Snapes' riddle in your first year. Logic skills on the Basilisk and the mirror. Saved a life in the library by simple words. Using the Time-Turner to save Sirius Black. Freeing Buckbeak with Potter."

"Bless yeh Hermione! Oh it was you two! Oh Beaky!" exclaimed Hagrid, forgetting himself.

"You recognized that cleverness and wit isn't everything, as you've said in your first year. Very well.Move on."

"Harry James Potter," called the name. "Oh yes. Potter. And...Oh my! What's this? Interesting. Daring and brave. Nicely put in Gryffindor. Defied the Dark Lord five times. Lightning mark, Sorcerer's Stone, the Basilisk set by Tom Riddle's memories, the graveyard incident, and the Department of Mysteries incident. A nice thirst to prove yourself. Being possessed by Voldemort, you did not fall. Instead your emotions fought against it, and stopped his possession on you. Strong fighter. Strong fighter. And nice Quidditchskills as well. However, you may need to have anger management classes to control your emotions. Move on."

Harry walked back towards the crowd, who was still staring at him. Clearly they did not know everything about his past events. Nor the fact that Voldemort had possessed Harry for a short while.Harry wished the seat would hurry up and call a new name.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "All will be explained during the actual meeting. I can assure you, that Harry isn't being possessed by Voldemortat the moment. And nor will he ever be possessed by him again." He made his voice final. Harry avoided looking at Neville, Ron, Hermione, and especially Ginny, who had also been possessed by Voldemort...when he was Tom.

"Gully Bull Lovegood," said the name. Lovegood! Luna's father, probably. "Nice name. It suggests that you may be a bit gullible when hearing rumors about nonexistent animals. Amusing, yes. Editor of The Quibbler, which has recently ranked number two in the Most Read Newspaper this year. You support Dumbledore all the way, and has encouraged your daughter to do so, by encouraging her to join the D.A., set by Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley. Nice, nice.Move on."

"Luna Sterling Lovegood," called the name.

Harry and his friends gasped. Not only was the editor of The Quibbler here, but the daughter of him, Luna, member of the D.A. and Rescue team, was here as well. Harry looked around, and saw the girl making her way to the seat, sitting on it as though it were a throne. Peculiar girl. Harry wondered if she had gotten her possessions back from the other Ravenclaws yet.

"Member of the D.A. Loyalty to your father's newspaper, hehe. Made a giant Lion hat to support the Gryffindor team Quidditch match against Slytherin. Extremely loyal.Offered her help to...people in need. Kind.A bit on the weird side, but who nowadays doesn't possess a shred of madness and peculiarity? Well well. You've got a nice animal totem there. A beautiful one.Move on."

Harry and his friends gave Luna a nice grin or smile.

"I wish I knew what animal totem I have. But the seat didn't seem to tell me. She told Neville his animal totem," said Luna, when she walked towards the group.

"It might be secret then," said Hermione. Neville nodded.

"The seat didn't tell us our animal totems either," said Ron.

"For the rest of us, yes. But you didn't get called yet, idiot!" snapped Hermione.

"Oh yeah..." said Ron, scratching his nose.

"True," said Luna, looking dreamily at the seats.

"Firenze," called the name. Harry and the others watched as the centaur gracefully made his way to his seat, though, not sitting on it. He merely touched his name. "Centaurs. A wise race. Watchers of the Stars and the Heavens. I won't give any of your secrets away, you see, I'm quite intelligent myself. Knows what I should tell, and what I should not." At this, Lee, Angelina, and Katie gave the seat a mad glare. "...sometimes," added the seat name. "By agreeing to help the humans, your herd has banished you. You and Hagridare still trying to put this sense into them. It was written in the stars that in this war, the Centaurs will fight alongside other followers of the Starlight. Move on."

Then, Eleanor CallistoJove was called, along with Lilanor Juno Jove, the other two Clystrins that Harry met this morning. They were sisters. Actually, Lila was Ella's sister in law. Ella had a son named Arcas Hunter Jove, who was in his twenties. All three of them, Harry had seemed to like.

"Osyra Palace," called the name. She was a middle aged adult, with red hair and brown eyes. She had a daughter, who was seventeen this July, who went to Beauxbatons. They weren't French though, so they bore no French accent.

"Siriah Rose Palace," called the name. It was Osyra's daughter. She also had red hair, but with hazel eyes. She had a warm voice, which carried all the way to her welcoming eyes.

They watched Molly Merry Weasley and Arthur Weasley called. Everyone was informed that Molly had her whole family in the new Order. "A motherly woman," she was called, by the name.

"Ronald Rigel Weasley," called the name. Harry hadn't known that his best friend's middle name was Rigel. Hermione gave him a soft poke.

"Harry! Do you know what Rigel means?" she whispered. Harry shook his head.

"It's a star, Harry. It's the Marine Star of March, the month he was born in. Rigel is part of a great river. It's a myth Harry, but I don't know what to believe about them anymore," explained Hermione.

"Er...interesting...Hermione..." replied Harry, not sure what to make of this information. It didn't seem to go anywhere...

"Born under the great River, eh? Your birth month would be March? It's interesting how names really do sometimes tell you something about yourself. But first, a very Gryffindor boy.Sacrificed yourself on McGonagall's giant living chess set, in order to send Harry and Hermione to the next level to stop Voldemort from taking the Sorcerer's Stone. Courage, my dear boy. Gryffindor Keeper, I see. On the last match, you got enough courage to shut out what the Slytherinswere chanting, and to go out and do your job. As for Rigel, that is the Marine Star. And I feel your animal totem. It is related with the water. Now, that's enough to get going. Move on."

Ron walked back towards them, eyes wide.

"A marine animal! That's really neat, Ron," said Hermione.

"Th-th-thanks," stammered Ron. Even Mrs. Weasleyhad stopped shedding anymore tears. There has been a constant cycle of starting and stopping. But now it seems, the tears had stopped for the day...or night. Maybe her children weren't as helpless as she had thought. Maybe the Lady was right.

"Ginneesis Adora Weasley," said the name.

"Ginneesis?" asked Harry and Hermione. Even Neville and Luna seemed confused.

"Well, yeah. Did you think her real full name was Virginia?" replied Ron.

"Well, yeah," said Harry.

"Look. Mum never names anything after something that symbolizes 'no children.' Mum's got a thing for children. She's been ready for a grand kid ever since Bill turned twenty-five. I think she's waiting in vain," explained Ron. They noticed that Erupses was giving them a murderous look. The group zoomed back in on the seat name's speech.

"...possessed by Voldemort.Loads of other beings have been possessed before. You've got some quick reflexes. And you've done okay as the Gryffindor seeker. May I make one suggestion?" came the name. Ginny hesitated, and then nodded. "From what I can see, it certainly seems as if you'd make an unstoppable Chaser." Harry and Ron's eyebrows rose at this statement. If the seat really was as intelligent as it says, then that would mean that they only had two more chasers to search for this year, instead of all three.

"Good Ginny. You're the new chaser. The new Gryffindor captain's either gonna be me or Harry. Last year's new players resigned, saying they hate the sport. I gave them detentions for saying that though..." said Ron.

"I told you not to abuse your power, Ron!" snapped Hermione.

"Relax. I think it rather did them some good!" came Ron's comeback.

"On what grounds?" challenged Hermione.

"Drop it!" said Harry, sharply to the two.

Adam and Lilia Serabond were called. Harry recognized them as the Clystrins. The Serabondshad brown hair. Adam had curly hair. ("He has really cute hair," said Ginny, before Ron cut her off.)

"Evanus Enigma Erupses," called the name. They watched as the brown haired strict man sat on his seat, as though daring it to speak.

"Oh! What's this? Well, well, well. I see. Never mind that. I know when to keep my name shut. Plenty of cunning. Good scheming ways. Quick to think.Courage and sacrifice also. Also good at Wizard's Chess. Perhaps you could go one on one with Ronald Weasley? Afraid you'll lose? No? Maybe? I'll leave that to you two. Taking on a new job soon. Quick to see through lies and deceit. You won't let anyone walk all over you. Tough! Now. Move on," said his name. Erupsesgave the seat a look of pure dislike. Ron gulped. Playing Chess? With him? Out of its mind, that seat is.

"Nataleenya Saga Bellistar," said the name. "What's this? I see someone sacrificed his life for you. Not a bad sacrifice either. Ministry of Magic. Member of the Wizengamot, High Court. Goodness knows we need many of the Wizengamot members on our side. We'll probably need it. Knows much about the history of magic, and part Clystrin, of course. Magical past is something everyone should know a little about. You'll be taking up another job as well. Very well, move on."

"Divinia Vablatsky," said the name. "Hmm...Your mother is the author of Unfogging the Future, Cassandra Vablatsky, right? I see you've got the gift as well. Currently unemployed, but you'll be getting that job soon. Unlike other seers, I see you're very open minded. Nice, nice. Move on."

"Coradiala Procyon Ensorcelli.Hmm, I see. Born under a Dog Star, just like the other.Procyon is the companion star of the other Dog Star. Hmm...Your Animagus form and animal totem is a dog, of course. With a strong will, you can have several...if you know what I mean. You're a friendly and cordial person now. And oh! An Ensorcellist! Very nice! Very nice. Move on," said the name.

"What's an Ensorcellist?" asked Ron, before Harry could even open his mouth.

"A Bewitcher and Charmer. They specialize in those fields, and are more gifted than the average witch or wizard," whispered Hermione. "They don't even need a wand to do some of the charms and bewitchments that normal wizards and witches need to do with wands. Wandless magic that isn't accidental, aren't usually detected."

"Without a wand?" asked Neville. "Wow, that's powerful magic."

Harry wondered what his friends would say when they found out he was the Magid. He's done loads of magic without a wand this summer.

"Estrin Royal Leaf Luminost," said the name. Another long name. It was the Clystrin that lead him to the other Clystrinsthis morning. His hair wasn't in a ponytail now. Harry strongly suspected that it had something to do with Mrs. Weasley.

"Should get a haircut, that one," he could hear Mrs. Weasley say.

"Oh my. An Enchanter. Not a very stronger Enchanter, but nonetheless, powerful than the average witch or wizard. I daresay, there are too few of them left. Dumbledore's a Sorcerer. Cora's an Ensorcellist. You're the Enchanter. Very nice. I see you're a proud person. You've got two sisters. Both are powerful. One is on our side...and one...is on neither side and a bit of a mischief maker for both sides, eh? I see she's been banished from Atlantis. Don't blame the Council for doing so. Enough about her. You're an understanding and courageous Clystrin. Oh yes, fair, just like most other Clystrins. Good, good. Move on."

"An Enchanter? Is that like...an Ensorcellist?" asked Neville.

"Similar, but an Enchanter can do more wandless magic of more sorts than an Ensorcellist. And Enchanter's also more powerful, though not all Enchanters are very powerful. There are different levels of their power. This Enchanter, Estrin, isn't a very powerful Enchanter, as the name told us," replied Hermione.

"Gladria Royal Rose Luminost," said the name, and everyone became silent at once. The leaders noticed this sudden silence, and understood. They had no idea who she was. They had all been waiting for this moment, and it just had to be one of the last introductions.

"Oh yes. Gladria. Fair, powerful, and graceful. An Enchantress. A powerful Enchantress, you are. And for the others to know, you are the powerful Enchantress that dwells in the City of Grace, more commonly known as Atlantis, or the Lost City, as Natalie has said. A Clystrin.More powerful than your brother Estrin.Now, your sister is the one that has been banished. Circe is her name, named after the Greek Sorceress Circe, herself. They are very similar, aren't they. Back to you. You are more powerful than Dumbledore, I see. Though, in the past, the ClystrinCouncil has not taken part in either side. Neutral was their agreement. However, this year, you are on the Council. And I daresay,that'll do us some good. Give us more allies, strong allies, you will. You cannot directly fight Voldemort, just as he cannot directly fight you. You have placed powerful magic on yourself so that Voldemort does not sense your presence here. You are also bearing a disguise that will wear off as soon as the meeting starts. So will some other people's disguises too. Move on," said the name.

"Er...More powerful than Dumbledore?" asked Ron, bewildered. It seems that it was on the minds of everyone else.

"Well, the most powerful Enchantress is pretty powerful, Ron. I didn't even know about Atlantis until yesterday, which you seemed to know about," said Hermione.

"So, a Sorcerer is also very powerful?" asked Ron.

"Usually, but they're not as powerful as Enchanters or Enchatresses. I don't know why Dumbledore is so powerful even though the seat says that he's a Sorcerer. Perhaps, he has called on other magic?" came Hermione, frowning. Ron's question had hit her powerfully. Why indeed was Dumbledore so powerful? The answer that a few know, including Professor Sinistraand Gladria.

"Why can't she fight Voldemort? And why can't Voldemort fight her? Why can't they fight each other? Is it because they don't want to? Or is it because there's something not allowing that to happen? If she's more powerful than Dumbledore, than she's got to be more powerful than Voldemort!" exclaimed Harry. Hermione shrugged.

"Grace Royal Riddle," said the name. It was a young woman, at around her twenties or so at least she looked like it. Harry's head snapped back.

"Riddle? Riddle?" Harry asked. Hermione frowned.

"Must've been some other Riddle," said Ron, scratching his nose again. "She doesn't exactly look like You-Know-Who, does she?"

"Daughter of Gladria.You are half Clystrin, just like your sister. Like mother like child, similar personalities, though, not as secretive as your mother. You're a Sorceress. A powerful Sorceress. Charming personality. Charming.Your father is separated from everyone. He still watches over you from above. Move on," said the name.

"Is she a regular Sorceress? Or a Dumbledore powerful Sorceress?" asked Ron.

"Must be regular. I mean, I don't really think Dumbledore is only a Sorcerer. I think he is also something else," cameHermione.

"Holli Rose Riddle," said the name. Harry watched a figure like the one before, make her way to her seat. She seemed a year older, still in her twenties or thirties or so.

"Daughter of Gladria.You are also half Clystrin. Similar personalities as your mother and sister, though more lively in spirit. You like your uncle Estrin's hair long, unlike your sister Grace, whom you think is a bit old-fashioned."

Unnoticed by everyone (except Ginny), Mrs. Weasley'seyes widened in delight, as she nudged Bill in the arm.

"You're not a Sorceress,however, you are an Ensorcellist. A powerful Ensorcellist, who doesn't give a damn how powerful you are. Unafraid of many things. Adventurous, oh my! That's the spirit! Your father is separated from everyone. He still watches over you from above. Move on," said the name.

"Well, that's the last of it. Except for Remus Crescent Lupin. He is a werewolf, yes, and a very kind one. He is currently in a very ill state from our mission to Azkaban. He has been hit in the head by Peter Pettigrew's silver hand. Our resident Potions experts and nurse are still trying to figure out a potion to cure him. Of course...if--when he is all better, I will let him step inside my thoughts using my Pensieveso he can see the whole meeting. Well, I think that's it. Shall we?" said Dumbledore, turning back to the other leaders.

They all looked at one another.

"We shall," said Gladria.

"The meeting will begin soon. But before that, you will take a break. There will be snacks on those tables in the back, while we get ready for the meeting," said Aberforth.

The crowd made their way to the back, and now that they've gotten to know all of them, conversations were started between people who were once strangers.

Harry tried to use the Call, if he was to let his mentor know. His mentor would have to be one of those people in this room. He probably had to prove that he was the Magus. He absently ate a Chocolate Frog while trying to make the piece of parchment on the table move, also while trying not to attract too much attention by doing so.

Hermione and Luna looked back at the five leaders. They were in deep discussion, but without talking. Mind Speaking again. No doubt discussing what to talk about during the meeting, and the two watched as Professor McGonagall produced a piece of parchment and began writing on it, clearly not wanting to miss discussing anything.

Ron was too busy eating to notice anything. Ginny nudged Ron in the arm.

"What?" asked Ron, with his mouth full of food. Ginny giggled, and pointed at Bill. Ron looked. "What?" he asked, again.

"Not at Bill. Look where he's staring," replied Ginny. Ron looked at where his older brother's head and eyes were pointing, and tried to follow where he was looking. A girl! But wait. "Holli? The Ensorcellist?" asked Ron. Ginny nodded, and giggled again. Luna joined in, while Hermione was going around the room, looking for any individuals who might be interested in S.P.E.W.

"He does seem to stare at her. He was staring at her during the introduction too," said Luna, dreamily.

"And mom likes her. Did you see her nudge Bill when she heard that that Holli liked Estrin's hair long? Mom was just bursting with joy!" said Ginny.

"Well, who would've thought," replied Ron, still watching the two. "Maybe mom will get her wish soon," he added, with a smile on his face. Ginny, not knowing if it was an evil smile or a genuine smile, sighed, and looked back towards the table...and saw the piece of parchment move an inch to her left...and Harry staring at it as though his life depended on it.

"Erm...Harry?" started Ginny. "HARRY!"

"Um, what?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"What were you doing to the parchment?"

"I didn't do it! I was just watching it move. Must have been someone else. I couldn't have done anything, Ginny. Remember? My wand...it's broken, and currently in my pocket." Harry looked to see if Ginny had bought it or not. If she didn't, there was bound to be trouble.

"Oh. Sorry, forgot," replied Ginny. Harry breathed a sign of relief. By this time, Hermione was back, disappointed.

"So how did it go?" asked Ginny.

"Not too well. Everyone seems to think that I should let the elves do what they wish!" replied Hermione. "But I think I got two Clystrinsconvinced," she added, brightly.

"Um, Hermione? It's possible that the Clystrins don't exactly know what House-Elves like. There aren't any in Atlantis," said Ginny.

"When are you gonna give this up? They--Like--It!" said Ron.

"No they don't, Ron!"

"Oh yes they do!"

"How many times are you two gonna argue about this?" demanded Harry, a bit irritated.

The two fell silent. Ron went back to eating.

"Pig," muttered Hermione.