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The Order of the Phoenix

John was the first to know when Harry came through the front door, followed by everyone else when the portrait of Sirius' mother began screeching.

John groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows. 'Harry's here,' he mumbled.

'Mmm.' Sherlock was already half asleep, but rolled over blearily. 'We should see if he's all right.'

They crawled out of the fort Sherlock had built, and stumbled out into the hallway.

John was hit by the wall of malice again, though its intensity had begun to fade, since the Weasleys and Hermione cleared out more of the rooms.

There was a meeting going on in the kitchen, but once the portrait's screaming was quietened, there were hushed voices, and Mrs Weasley brought Harry up the stairs.

'Just there, on the right,' Mrs Weasley said, pointing at Ron's room, before dashing back down to the meeting.

Harry gave John a confused look, who just shrugged, and led him into Ron's room.

As soon as Harry was in the room, Hermione threw herself at him, nearly knocking him flat, and John dropped onto one of the beds with Sherlock.

'HARRY! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless - but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got things to tell us - the Dementors! When we heard - and that Ministry hearing - it's outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations-'

'Let him breathe, Hermione,' said Ron, grinning as he closed the door behind Harry.

Hedwig then soared down from the top of a wardrobe and landed on Harry's shoulder.

'She's been in a right state,' said Ron. 'Pecked us half to death when she brought us your last letters.'

'Sorry about that, but I wanted answers, you know-'

'We wanted to give them to you, mate,' Ron said. 'Hermione was going spare, she kept saying you'd do something stupid if you were stuck all on your own without news, but Dumbledore made us-'

'-swear not to tell me,' said Harry. 'Yeah, Hermione's already said.'

John looked Harry up and down. He could almost see the anger bubbling up inside him, and it only got stronger as he paced around, asking them why Dumbledore wouldn't let them tell him anything.

'Maybe he thinks I can't be trusted,' said Harry.

'Don't be thick,' said Ron.

'Or that I can't take care of myself.'

'Of course he doesn't think that,' Hermione said anxiously.

'So how come I have to stay at the Dursleys' while you lot get to join in everything that's going on here?' Harry demanded.

Pain lanced through John's head and his eyes watered.

'How come you're allowed to know everything that's going on?'

'We're not!' Ron interrupted. 'Mum won't let us near the meetings, she says we're too young-'

'SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU LOT HAVE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT!'