Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Dinner had been a sight. After everyone greeted Harry with open arms (including introducing him to the people he didn't know) and they proceed to sit down to eat, the discussions began. It began with Mrs. Weasley telling Sirius there was a creature in the writing desk in the drawing room, even though she was sure it was just a mere boggart, and that they should ask Moody if he could look at it first then mentioning how the curtains were full of doxies. Ginny was busying herself with Tonks, who was entertaining them with her different expression due to her being a Metamorphmagus. Then with Mr. Weasley, Bill and Lupin talking about goblins, who were hard to read whether or not they believed Voldemort was back or not, but were probably going to try to avoid picking sides entirely. 

Then there was a bit of a argument with Mrs. Weasley about Mundungus's moral. Harry asked Sirius how come he was even in the order then, which Sirius explained how he was quick useful with his knowledge of crooks. Around dessert was when the tension grew the moment Sirius had mentioned that he was surprised Harry hadn't mentioned Voldemort. 

"I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order--" Harry started when Mrs. Weasley cut in. 

And they're quite right," she said, "You're too young." 

"Harry's got the right to know what's been happening--" Sirius started.

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry! You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I supposed?" 

"Which bit?" 

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know!" 

"I don't intend to! He's not a child!" 

"He's not a adult, either! He's not James, Sirius!" 

"I know that!" 

"I'm not sure you do!" 

After a little argument between the two of them, Lupin finally stepped in and stated that Sirius was slightly right with allowing Harry to ask his questions. Of course, Harry began with the simple questions of where Voldemort was and what he's doing because he hadn't seen anything in the news that might be the doing of Lord Voldemort. 

"that's because there hasn't been any suspicious deaths yet... because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself at the moment since his comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up." Sirius said. 

"Or rather you and Hermione messed it up for him?" Lupin stated. 

"How?" 

"Harry you weren't supposed to survive and Hermione probably wasn't even supposed to get back to us. Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you two survived to bear witness to it... and the very last person he wanted to be informed is Dumbledore, who is the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of. He was able to recall the Order about an hour after he returned." Sirius claimed. 

"So what's the Order been doing?"

"Making sure Voldemort doesn't carry out his plans. Stop him from getting dark creatures on his side. We're doing our best... but it hasn't exactly been easy with the Ministry's attitude. Fudge still insists he's not back. We're surprise he even agreed to allow Hermione this interview. It's mostly due to the fact he wants as much answers as we do." Lupin declared. 

"But why?" 

"Because of his fear of Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley cut in. 

"What? Frightened of Dumbledore? Why?" 

"Fudge somehow thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. Probably due to when Millicent Bagnold retired, tons of people wanted Dumbledore to become Minister. But he refused, which resulted in Fudge being Minister. Fudge never forgot that, especially since he knows Dumbledore's smarter and more powerful than him. He even came to Dumbledore for help and advice in his early years." Mr. Weasley explained, "because of this, it's hard for us to convince people Voldemort's back when the Ministry is using the Daily Prophet to discredit Dumbledore." 

"But you're still telling people." 

"Well-- we're trying. Tonks and Arthur can't because they'll lost their jobs at the Ministry. Sirius can't because everyone still thinks he's a mass murderer and has a ten-thousand-Galleon price on his head. I've been trying to convince the werewolf community... with the help of Elka, Scabior and... Fenrir. Strangely, Fenrir is the only one who's getting through to them." Lupin hissed that last part.  Mundungus choked on his drink. 

"Fenrir? Not as in Greyback? That psycho's on our team?" Mundungus asked, shivering, while his eyes darted between everyone. 

"He's not exactly that mean," Hermione mumbled, earning looks of shock and glares from people, "I mean he was nice to me." 

"That's probably because he's good friends with your grandma and great grandmother!" Mundungus shot at her, "Never do business with that man! Last time I did, he nearly sliced my throat open... with his own teeth!" 

"Ah! What a shame... that he didn't succeed." Everyone except for Hermione, Lupin and Mundungus laughed. 

"Can we go back to the topic at hand," Harry asked, "If Voldemort is trying to recruit more Death Eaters, it's bound to get out that he's back... right?" 

"Voldemort has mastered the art of secrecy. He'll trick, jinx, and blackmail people into serving him. However, gathering followers isn't the only thing that he's interested in. We believe he is after something... something that he didn't have last time..." 

"That's enough!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, "You've give him anymore and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway." 

"Why not? I want to join the fight--" 

"No," 

Surprisingly it wasn't Mrs. Weasley, but Lupin. 

"I think Molly's right, Sirius. We've said enough." Lupin said, giving him a look that said that there wasn't going to be any argument. Mrs. Weasley proceeded to motion them all to bed and without any fuss they walked up towards their beds. 

Hermione woke up early the next morning before any of her friends with Crookshanks walking alongside her. She walked around the the house, looking at all the rooms she felt she could be able to go into. It was an extremely depressing house that made her feel even more depress with every step she took. 

"There, there Mistress. Kreacher is here to help." a voice echoed into her ear. Hermione peered inside an empty room with a strange wallpaper like a tree with people's faces and names. A couple of them had their names and faces burnt off. Hermione walked closer towards the pictures, trying to make sure she was seeing them right when... 

"Nasty brat, dares to look upon the Family of the Noble House of Black!" She jumped as she turned around to find an old, mean-looking house-elf standing right behind her with hate-filled glares. 

"Oh-- you must be Kreacher. How are you?" Hermione asked him, trying to be friendly to him. He riled back like Hermione had slapped him or something. 

"How dare the child of the Betrayer speak to Kreacher! Mistress will be furious seeing me keeping company with the likes of you. You who has the nerve, standing bold as brass, after what your Ancestor did in this very house." Kreacher shrieked at her before scurrying off from the room, leaving Hermione bewildered at what he meant.