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Harry Potter and the Silent Guardian: Ch. 290
🕑 Added 2024-11-18 18:41:41 +0000 UTCChapter 290: "The Order Reconvenes"
A few days after Harry's return from France, as he was practicing some particularly intricate wand movements in the Black Castle's training room, Sirius appeared with news. "First Order meeting tonight," he announced, leaning against the doorframe. "Care to join me? Might be interesting to see who shows up."
Harry lowered his wand, considering the invitation. "Could be enlightening," he agreed. "When do we leave?"
"An hour before dusk," Sirius replied. "Plenty of time for you to wrap up and get ready."
As evening approached, they Apparated to a quiet, nondescript square in London, standing before what appeared to be an empty gap between numbers eleven and thirteen. Harry frowned, experiencing a peculiar sensation as his memories of the place became fuzzy and indistinct. The building itself seemed to have vanished entirely.
"Fidelius Charm," Harry noted, impressed despite himself. "Dumbledore works fast."
Sirius's eyes twinkled with mischief as he handed Harry a slip of parchment. "Read this and memorize it."
The note, written in Dumbledore's distinctive, flowing script, read: "The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
As Harry committed the words to memory, the house materialized before them, squeezing itself between its neighbors like an unfolding secret. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place stood tall and foreboding, its dark façade looming over the quiet street.
They climbed the worn stone steps, and true to form, Sirius managed to trip over the troll-leg umbrella stand in the entrance hall. The resulting crash echoed through the house, triggering an ear-splitting shriek that made Harry smile for some weird reason.
"BLOOD TRAITORS! SHAME OF MY FLESH! HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!" a piercing voice screamed from behind heavy velvet curtains.
Harry turned to Sirius with raised eyebrows. "Wasn't your mother's portrait moved to the Black vault years ago?"
Sirius pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes dancing with suppressed laughter. Harry caught on immediately – this was one of his godfather's pranks, likely designed to "welcome" the Order members to their new headquarters.
The interior of Grimmauld Place bore little resemblance to the gloomy dwelling Harry remembered from the books or his first visit here years ago. Years of renovation had transformed it into an elegant, if slightly dark, townhouse. The serpentine fixtures remained, but they'd been polished to a gleam, and the overall atmosphere was more sophisticated than sinister.
"Wotcher, Harry!" a bright voice called out. He turned to see Nymphadora Tonks, her hair a vibrant shade of purple, weaving her way through the hallway.
"Hello, Nymphadora," Harry replied with deliberate cheerfulness. "How's life?"
Tonks's hair flashed red. "Don't call me that!"
"But I thought I had permission from our tutoring days," Harry said innocently. "You know when I helped you through your NEWT year?"
"That was a one-time deal, and you know it!" Tonks huffed, though a smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Sirius looked between them, feigning confusion. "When was this, and why don't I remember it?"
"It wasn't a secret. I think you just forgot," Harry replied. "Didn't you notice her clumsiness improved drastically in a year? I was responsible for that."
"Now that you mention it," Sirius mused, "it has been a while."
"Sorry, the training keeps me busy," Tonks said sheepishly.
"How is Auror training?" Harry asked, genuinely interested.
"Brutal," she laughed. "But Moody says I'm getting there. Though he still yells 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE!' at least twice a day."
As they moved further into the house, the scene became chaotic. Several Order members were frantically wrestling with heavy velvet curtains, attempting to silence the shrieking portrait. Kreacher hovered nearby, appearing to help but somehow managing to undo their progress at every turn. It seemed Sirius had enlisted his assistance to add to the mayhem.
"SHAME OF MY FLESH!" Walburga Black's portrait screamed upon seeing Sirius. Then, spotting Harry, her tone shifted dramatically. "Ah, young Lord Potter! At least one person in this house has proper breeding! Though you could do better than associating with my disappointment of a son..."
"Mother, always a pleasure," Sirius called out cheerfully, making no move to close the curtains. "I see you're giving our guests a proper Black family welcome."
"GUESTS?" the portrait screeched. "INVADERS! DESECRATING OUR NOBLE HOME WITH THEIR FILTHY PRESENCE!"
Molly Weasley, red-faced from exertion, attempted another charm on the curtains. "Sirius, dear," she said through gritted teeth, "couldn't you do something about this?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly remove my dear mother's portrait," Sirius replied, the picture of innocence. "It would be disrespectful to the Black family heritage. Right, Kreacher?"
"Master Sirius is showing proper respect for once," Kreacher agreed solemnly, while 'accidentally' yanking the curtains open for the fifth time.
"BLOOD TRAITORS! SHAME OF MY FLESH! HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!" Walburga bellowed again.
Having had enough fun, Harry stepped forward with an amused smile. "Madam Black, you're looking as lovely as ever. I must say the new frame suits you."
The portrait's demeanor shifted instantly. "Young Lord Potter! So kind of you to notice. At least someone here appreciates proper aesthetics."
"Oh, come on," Sirius protested. "I'm the one who picked that frame!"
"Quiet, ungrateful child," Walburga snapped before turning back to Harry. "Tell me, dear boy, how is Lord Black? That man, at least, understands the importance of tradition."
"Always the exemplar of pure-blood dignity," Harry replied smoothly. "Though he did mention you were supposed to be residing in the family vault these days?"
"Ah, but I heard guests were coming, and as a proper hostess, I asked Kreacher to bring me here so that I could be accommodating," Walburga's painted lips curved into an almost playful smile. "Though I must say, the company my son keeps..."
"Now, Mother," Sirius interrupted, still grinning, "play nice with our guests."
Harry chuckled. "Madam Black, might I have your permission to close the curtains? I promise to visit properly another time when we can discuss how hopeless your son is at greater length."
"I'm standing right here!" Sirius complained, feigning indignation.
"Very well," Walburga agreed graciously, ignoring her son entirely. "Do keep him in line, Lord Potter. Merlin knows someone must."
As Harry drew the curtains closed with a respectful bow, he caught the astonished looks on the Order members' faces. Ron Weasley was muttering something that sounded like "mental, completely mental," while Hermione Granger observed the interaction with keen interest.
With the chaos subsiding, Harry took a moment to survey the assembled crowd. The kitchen was packed with familiar faces. The Weasleys were there in force, along with Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and various other Order members he recognized. The Longbottoms stood chatting with Emmeline Vance, while the Potters conversed quietly with Elphias Doge.
Twin cracks signaled the arrival of Fred and George Weasley, who appeared directly in front of Harry.
"Enjoying your newfound freedom to apparate?" Harry asked dryly.
"Absolutely!" they chorused.
"What about you, Oh Mighty Champion?" Fred asked.
"Must be nice having years of practice," George added.
Harry's smile held a hint of steel. "One of the perks of being abandoned and getting emancipated at eleven." He didn't look at the Potters, but he could feel them stiffen across the room.
The twins exchanged glances but quickly steered the conversation to lighter topics. Harry spent the next few minutes catching up with Neville Longbottom, who, despite growing braver over the years, still shuddered when he heard Harry discussing product ideas with the twins.
The arrival of Dumbledore, with Severus Snape trailing like a particularly ill-tempered shadow, signaled the start of the meeting. Almost immediately, Molly Weasley began herding the younger crowd toward the door.
"That includes you two," she told the twins firmly.
"But we're of age!" Fred protested.
"Barely," Mrs. Weasley retorted. "Being seventeen doesn't automatically make you ready for this!"
"I've faced Voldemort!" Charles Potter interjected heatedly, causing several people to flinch at the name. "I think I've earned the right to know what's going on!"
"I've helped research everything since first year," Hermione added. Turning to Sirius, she asked, "Speaking of which, would it be possible to access the Black library? For purely academic purposes, of course."
Sirius barked out a laugh. "Not a chance. The books in there are too dangerous for children. I wouldn't want any of you losing your hands while trying to read a book—and I mean that literally. Some of those tomes bite, and others do far worse."
As the teenagers were being escorted out, they spotted Harry standing calmly in the kitchen.
"But Harry gets to stay!" they protested in unison.
Before Molly could respond, Harry spoke smoothly. "Mrs. Weasley, with all due respect, you don't have authority over my movements. I'm here at Sirius's invitation. If my presence is unwelcome, I'm happy to leave—I have other matters requiring my attention."
"That won't be necessary, Mr Potter," Dumbledore interjected, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. "You're quite welcome to stay. However, the others must have the permission of their parents."
The younger Weasleys, along with Charles, Hermione, and the other teenagers, filed out amid various degrees of grumbling and protest. As the door closed behind them, Harry took his seat between Sirius and Tonks, deliberately avoiding his parents' attempts to catch his eye. He noticed Sirius and Kreacher exchange a subtle nod of satisfaction—clearly, the evening's performance had gone exactly as planned.
Dumbledore rose, and the low murmur of conversation died away. "Friends, old and new," he began solemnly, "welcome to the first meeting of the reconvened Order of the Phoenix..."
