Whispers of a Raven by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 13

Sitting in a pub was a luxury that Harry had never been afforded since he had come of age. As a teen at Hogwarts, he had frequented The Three Broomsticks during visits to Hogsmeade, but he hadn't reached his majority until after the Ministry had fallen. As such, he had never been one for drinking. He wasn't opposed to it, but the opportunity had never presented itself.

Tonight, would be no different. If he was not meeting Narcissa for his first tutoring in potions, he may have indulged in some mulled-mead and discovered for himself why Hagrid had always raved about it. However, he didn't think she would be best pleased if he was to meet with her inebriated, so he would be sticking to butterbeer.

"Harry!" Edgar greeted warmly, shaking his hand.

"How's it going?" Harry replied, gesturing for the redhead to take a seat.

Edgar had written to him a few days prior asking him to meet here. He hadn't seen the Lord Bones for some time and it was good to find an excuse to get away from the Quidditch pitch and his books for a while.

"I can't complain. I did hear there is a new seeker making waves in the lower leagues, goes by the name of Peverell and I wondered why the same one hadn't written?"

"Sorry, it's been a busy few months."

Edgar laughed and waved him off.

"I understand, believe me, getting to grips with everything takes time, but you'll get there."

Harry gave the man an appreciative nod. If only getting to grips with his duties as a Lord was the only problem he faced.

"You're creating quite the buzz if people are talking about your skills on a broom already. I'll have to come and watch to see for myself."

"You're welcome anytime," Harry offered.

"Good," Edgar returned and Harry noticed him drawing his wand. With a careful glance around the bar, he cast a few spells. "I don't want to be overheard," he muttered.

"Why not? What's happened?"

After another, suspicious stare his brown eyes met his own, just as serious as they had been the night Harry dined with him, Amelia, and their mother.

"I just wanted to ask if Dumbledore has contacted you yet?"

Harry frowned confusedly.

"Dumbledore? Why would he contact me?"

Edgar sighed and shook his head.

"No reason. I can't say anything more but I'm surprised he hasn't. It's about what we spoke of. The man with the red eyes," he added in a whisper.

It took a moment for Harry to connect the dots, but when he did, his heart began to race.

The Order.

Dumbledore must have already formed the group, or was in the process of doing so. If that was true, Voldemort must be gaining traction or the Death Eater activity had increased.

Much to his chagrin, he was very much out of the loop of what was happening. Several times a week he would trail through an edition or two of The Daily Prophet and found no mention of anything that could be linked to them.