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Chapter17

Harry

Twomonthsago,hehadtoldKingsleyabouttheboxthatheandDracohadfound.

Aboutthepicturesonthefloor,andtheeffortittooktoopenit,howHermionethoughttheydeservedachancetolookatifbeforetheministrytookitawayAboutthejournalinside,themaps,thenotes,thelettersbetweenMad-EyeandDumbledore.Howdespiteeverythingtheywentthrough,itseemedlikeitstillmightnotbeover.

Kingsleyhadsiftedthroughallofit,theexpressiononhisfaceneverchanging.Harrywantedtoaskwhathewasthinkingbutbitdownonhislipinstead,hardenoughthatheknewtherewouldbeamarkleftbehind.Finally,hecouldn’ttakeitanymore.“So?”

Kingsleydidn’tanswerrightaway,justreachedupandfiddledwiththegoldhoopearringhealwayswore.Harrytriedtotellhimselfthatwasasignofaleaderwhothinksbeforehespeaksratherthananervoustick.“Mightbenothing.”

“Butitmightbesomething.”Harrydidn’twantittobeanything,becausethis,thosenamesstaringupathimandthepeopleMad-Eyehadsaidtheykilled,thosewerestillhisresponsibility,hisfight.

“Itmightbe,”Kingsleysnapstheleatherjournalhewasleafingthroughshut,andshoveditallintohisdeskdrawer,likehewasputtingawaymeddlesomepaperwork.“Justletmedealwithit.”

“But—”

“Potter.”Hewasthekindofmanwhoinspiresconfidence,andKingsleyisabletostopanyprotestswithonlyafewwordsandahandonHarry’sshoulder.“Letmehandleit.I’llletyouknowifIturnanythingup.Butuntilthen?”He’susheringHarryoutoftheoffice,andHarrycouldimaginehimlockingthedoorbehindhim,openingthatdrawerbackup,andcombingthroughit,becausetheybothknewthateventhoughpeoplecalledMad-Eyecrazy,heknewathreatwhenhesawone.“Don’ttellanyone.”

Thatwastwomonthsago,andHarryhadtrickedhimselfintothinkingthatmaybeitwasn’tarealproblem,thatthefightwasactuallyover.

Hethoughtthat,butnowhe’shavinganOrdermeetinginhiskitchen.

Hereallythoughtthatthispartofhislifewasdoneandoverwith,butapparentlynot,becauseherehewas,callingforquietinhisownhousewiththeremnantsoftheOrderandDumbledore’sArmystaringbackathim.

Dumbledore’sArmy,hethinks,inthosefewsecondsbetweenbeingafriendandbecomingaleaderagain,lookingatthemallgatheredherelikesomesorryclassreunion.Whatasorrybunchwemake.

Intheend,itisGinnythatgetsalloftheirattention,standinguponachairandwhistling.Shestumblesonthewaybackdown,andtherearesnickers,butitstopsassoonashestands.

Oncebefore,hehadstoodinfrontofacrowdedroomandtoldthemthattheyweregoingtolookforsomething,notknowingthathewascommandingthemalltogotowar,tofightforhim,todieforhim.Now,hehaslearned,andknowsexactlywhatitmeanswhenheasksfortheirhelp.

“Mad-Eyeleftusajobtodo.”Hehaddecidedonabsolutehonesty,becauseDumbledorehadalwaysbeencaughtupinawebofliesandhalftruths,andHarrydidn’tnotwanttobethatkindofleader.“We—Draco,Hermione,RonandI—foundajournalupintheattic,tellingusaboutthepeoplehesuspectsthatwerestilloutthere,hiding,bidingtheirtime.OnesthatmightnothavebeensupportersofVoldemort,butwhowerejustwaitingtoridethetideofhisdefeattotheirownpower,likehedidwithGrindewald.”

There’sanoticeableflinchwhenhesaidVoldemort’sname,butheignoresit,andmovestotheblankwallinstead,rollingdownthespreadsheetthatDracohadspentlastnightpainstakinglycreating.Itlistedthenamesandlocationsofsuspects,theircrimes,whattheymightbeplanningtodo.Wizardingterrorists,hatecrimeswaitingtohappen.“Kingsleycametomelastnight,whichiswhyIaskedyouallhere.”Hefeltnervous,morethanheeverhadbefore,becauseitwasonethingtoaskthemtofightwhentheyareyoungandthinkthatwarbringsglory,butitisanotherwhentheyhavefeltthetruthofit.“Thesearethemostcrediblethreats.”

“Andwhat’sthatgottodowithus?”Georgecalledoutfromthebackofthegroup,hisvoicetightandangry.Harrytriednottoflinchatthetoneofhiswords—thiswasnotaneasysituation,andeversincethelossofhisearandtheabsenceofFredtohidebehind,Georgehasn’tdonewellincrowdsofpeople.Theanger,heremindedhimself,wasn’tdirectedathim.“Theministrycan’thandleit?”