chosen - harry potter

Chapter 2 - 12 Grimmauld Place

Mrs. Weasley gathered everyone into the main room of the Burrow as the sun started to set, quickly striding around the house nervously. Several trunks sat in the corner of the room.

"They should be here soon, surely."

The kids sat on the sofas awkwardly, squished together and waiting. Cassia looked around the room, her hands clasped on her lap.

With a crack, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin apparated into the room. Molly reentered the room, looking intensely at the two.

"We're moving all of you to 12 Grimmauld Place. We've got your things handled," Remus said, looking at them. Sirius and Molly were still staring at each other angrily. "It's the belief of the Order that we can better keep you safe there."

"Some members of the Order," Molly said quietly, whipping around and walking back to the kitchen.

"You will be safer where we can keep watch on you," Sirius snapped, still staring at the empty spot where Molly had been.

"You can go through Floo. Go on," Remus said.

One at a time, the kids went into the fireplace and to 12 Grimmauld Place. Cassia stepped through, standing in the main room. She could hear low chatter in the kitchen. Harry arrived last, stepping out of the fireplace and placing a hand on her back.

Molly, Sirius, and Remus apparated into the room.

"Your things are in your rooms," Remus said.

"How're we all going to fit?" Harry asked suddenly. "There's not that much room."

"Remus and I have cleaned out a couple of the rooms," Sirius said. "Fred, George, and Will, you'll be in one. Harry and Ron. And then Hermione, Ginny, and Cassia in one."

"If we're here, are we going to be allowed in the Order meetings, then?" Cassia asked.

"No," Remus and Molly said quickly.

"Why?"

"You're just kids," Molly said. "I will not allow you to be subjected to that."

"Voldemort is actively after Harry and possibly after me as well," Cassia said confusedly. "Shouldn't we be able to know what's going on?"

"At least someone is being logical," Sirius muttered.

"No, you're safest staying out of it," Remus said tiredly. "You can head upstairs."

The three adults dipped into the kitchen.

"C'mon," Harry said quietly. "Be quiet in the hallway. Sirius has some nasty portraits of relatives that like to scream at people."

The quartet went upstairs and all sat on the floor of Harry and Ron's room as they had done at the Burrow. It was clearly Harry's room, decorated with posters of Quidditch teams and his owl, Hedwig, sitting on the windowsill.

"What a load of rubbish," Cassia scoffed. "We should be let in those meetings. Or at least, they should give us some information."

"I mean, maybe it's best that we stay out of it," Hermione said. "They do know more advanced magic than we do."

"Right, but with fourth-year level magic, I defended myself from Voldemort during the third task," Harry said.

"Dumbledore's in charge of it all, mate," Ron shrugged. "I'd trust him more than anything."

"I trust it...I'm just not happy about it," Cassia mumbled.

"How're we meant to prepare if we have no idea what's going on?" Harry asked, irritation in his voice. "It's ridiculous."