Chapter eleven: Dwibbing and Returning to the Lair

After all those days spent with Dumbledore being told of his guesswork Harry was left with little time to do what he really had come to Grimmauld Place to do. He was also feeling a little wrung out all the acting he had had to do to conceal where he really had been, and what he really had done earlier this summer. He was more then ready for a change of scene and it wasn't long before he got his chance to do a little dwibbing. When lurking around the kitchen after an Order meeting he finally spotted one of his targets alone. He took a deep breath, tried as well as he could to calm his nerves, and started his approach.

"Mr. Weasley? Do you have a moment?"

Arthur Weasley spun around quickly with his wand raised, but as he noticed it was Harry he immediately put it away again.

"My goodness Harry, you scared me! Where have you learned to sneak around like that? Not even the twins… No matter, what do you need Harry?"

"Oh, I just wanted to speak with you a bit, if you don't mind of course."

"No, of course I don't mind Harry; you know you're like Molly's and my eighth child anyway. Why don't we sit down?"

"Er, I'd hoped we could've gone somewhere more private."

"Yes you are quite right, the kitchen's got quite a bit of traffic, hasn't it?"

"Mm."

They relocated to the drawing room on the second floor that they had cleaned last summer but had rarely used since.

Harry went up to the large windows and gazed out at the street in front of the house. It was empty of life as it was quite late in the evening when the order meeting finished. He turned to Mr. Weasley who had placed himself beside him, waiting for him to speak. He sure hoped that Voldemort was right about this one.

Arthur Weasley had rarely heard Harry speak as seriously and maturely as he did now. Sure he'd always been more independent and mature than for example Ron, but there had always been something of a child left. Now however even that glimpse seemed to be gone.

"Mr. Weasley, I'm going to be blunt and I hope you'll excuse me. I have, during this summer, found myself with quite a lot to think about. And I have come to realise that there is something you can help me with." Harry had said to which he had responded:

"Just name it." He wasn't sure what to expect but it sure wasn't what he got…

"Will you tell me about why you first begun to work at the ministry and why you later joined the Order?"…but he would do his best to respond anyway:

"I have always felt the need to look out for those I love and those that can't defend themselves. But primarily I joined because I thought that our society was stagnating, it needed change badly and without delay. For me, the best way to try and bring out that change was to do it from inside. Of course that was before I was stuffed into the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office for speaking out against the higher ups. Not that I nurse some secret resent against muggles, I did truly come to appreciate them and their ways to manage without magic, those plugs and the batteries! Never have I seen…" he noticed Harry's amused stare and gave a little embarrassed cough. "Anyway… It wasn't long after that, that I joined the Order. Although recently our concerns have seemed to lie more with patching up after You-Know-Who's done rather than bringing about any true change or even taking counteractive measures." He paused and tried to calm down a little. "I'm sorry Harry, I'm sure you didn't bring me here to listen to me rant."

"Actually I'm glad that you told me how you feel. You see, during the summer something happened that led me to notice some rather disagreeable trends in the wizarding world and I played with the idea of forming a society of sorts to remove them. It probably wouldn't have gone any further than that unless I had met a similarly-minded individual that encouraged me to form this draft." Harry withdrew a folded piece of parchment from the back pocket of his jeans.

"I know that when you read this you might find it hard to believe that it is a real organisation. Especially considering that I'm its founder. But please keep in mind that although you have known me for several years I have been out of the order's reach this summer. And, because of the fact that you know me, you should be aware that I would never lie about anything as serious as this."

Harry handed over the parchment. "Let me know if you're interested, otherwise I hope that you'll forget that we ever had this conversation and burn the draft, I'll need an answer before school starts, sooner if possible. Thank you for your time." Harry smiled and turned to walk out the door leaving Arthur standing there both looking and feeling rather stunned. He walked over to an armchair and sat down thereafter he slowly unfolded the parchment.

Harry looked up from his trunk when he heard a knock on the door. He doubted it was Ron as he was in the library with Hermione at the moment trying to finish his homework for the summer on time.

"Come in." he called out.

"Hello Harry, do you have a moment?" Arthur Weasley asked.

"Yes, of course. Have a seat." Harry gestured towards Ron's bed.

"I had a question about your, eh, society, if you don't mind." Arthur said.

"No, feel free to ask me anything."

Arthur hesitated a brief moment before saying:

"When you say 'eradicate', what exactly do you mean?"

"Well, kill obviously. I'm sorry but there's really no nicer way of putting it. And it not something I enjoy but there's no avoiding that there are some people, and other beings too for that matter, that we really can't suffer to let live."

"Oh… In the order who… I mean could you tell me…" Arthur didn't really seem to know how to ask.

"Don't worry Mr. Weasley. There is no need for fear. None in your family should come to harm. Well there is a possibility that Percy might come to harm because of his position in the MoM, but probably not unless he does something stupid."

"I don't suppose you will tell me who exactly in the order that's at risk?"

"No unless you join. You know there are some pretty dark wizards on the council it would be good to have some counterweights to help balance everything."

"Alright then I'm in."

"Great timing Arthur, may I call you Arthur?" Arthur nodded. "we're leaving for our first big meeting in ten minutes. So make your excuses then meet me here." Harry swept out of the room to say goodnight to his friends. After all they were leaving for Hogwarts in the morning and he needed his rest.

Ten minutes later Harry and Arthur where whisked away by port-key to Voldemort's lair.