Getaway Car

The Order of The Phoenix.

Three helpings of rhubarb crumble and custard later and dessert had been concluded. There was a lull in the general conversation Arthur was leaning back in his chair, looking replete and relaxed, Tonks was yawning widely, their nose back to normal, and Ginny, who had lured Crookshanks out from under the dresser, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolling butterbeer corks for him to chase.

"Nearly time for bed, I think," Molly said with a yawn.

"Not just yet, Molly," said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."
The atmosphere in the room changed at once. Where seconds before it had been sleepily relaxed, it was now alert, even tense. A frisson had gone around the table at the mention of Voldemort's name. Remus, who had been about to take a sip of wine, lowered his goblet slowly, looking wary.

"I did!" said Harry indignantly. "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so—"

"And they're quite right," said Molly. "You're too young."
She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists clenched upon its arms, every trace of drowsiness gone.

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asked Sirius. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen—"

"Hang on!" interrupted George loudly.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred angrily.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" said Fred, in a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily like his mother's. "Harry's not even of age!"

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," said Sirius calmly. "That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand—"

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" said Molly sharply. Her normally kindly face looked dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"

"Which bit?" Sirius asked politely but with an air as though readying himself to fight.

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know," said Molly, placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words."
Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George's heads turned from Sirius to Molly as though following a tennis rally. Ginny was kneeling amid a pile of abandoned butterbeer corks, watching the conversation with her mouth slightly open. (Y/n) sat up straighter, very attentive. Remus's eyes were fixed on Sirius.

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly," said Sirius. "But he was the one who saw Voldemort come back" (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name), "he has more right than most to—"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" said Molly. "He's only fifteen and—"

"—and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order," said Sirius, "and more than some—"

"No one's denying what he's done!" said Molly, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. "But he's still—"

"He's not a child!" said Sirius impatiently.

"He's not an adult either!" said Molly, the colour rising in her cheeks. "He's not James, Sirius! He isn't your son!"

"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly," said Sirius coldly.