What if [Harmione]

We Will Fight...

Sirius appeared in the kitchen of Black Manor, looking grim as he placed the paper on the table. He looked behind him to see Kreacher walking toward him. The old elf gave a short bow before speaking.

"Master's Godson and his mate are upstairs napping."

"Could you wake them and have them meet me down here?" He asked the elf.

Kreacher nodded and shuffled back out of the room. Sirius dropped into his chair and was greeted by silence for several minutes before his godson entered the room followed by his girlfriend. The look on his face told them it was serious.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Harry asked as he sat down at the table, quickly followed by Hermione.

The momentary pause filled Harry with unease.

"Mad eye is dead. His Death Eaters used a trap by making those suspected of being in the order that their master had taken over. Kingsley reacted just as they suspected. Mad eye intervened in the fight that was being conducted and took on two dozen Death Eaters by himself to buy them both time to escape. Problem is, Arthur is being suspected and under surveillance along with a few other members."

Hermione had a hand over her mother in horror as Harry's gaze hardened.

"What do we do now?"

"No one knows. Every since Albus died, we haven't had a clear leader. We're kinda just...drifting around. In a daze if you will."

Harry looked away from Sirius and seemed to stare off into space as Hermione voiced her own concerns.

"Where's Tonks and Kingsley now?" She asked.

"Nym is with Mooney. And Shack is staying low in a safe house of his own. Both are safe."

"Sirius? What do you know about Horcrux?" Harry asked, causing the man to pale.

"Enough to know the costs. It was mentioned in rather gruesome detail in a book in the family library. Why?" He asked uneasily.

Harry looked to Hermione who nodded, albeit hesitantly, before he looked to Sirius with determination on his face.

"Gather everyone here for a meeting in two days. We've got a war to fight and I doubt we'll get any victory if we just...drift around."

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Two days later saw every surviving member of the Order gathered at Grimmauld Place with a bit of confusion. The low buzz of conversation ended as Harry entered the room. Mrs. Weasley immediately tried to get Harry and Hermione to leave.

"Harry, dear. I think you should go back upstairs. I'll make you something better than what you've been eating."

And then, to everyone's surprise, he pushed her away from him with his wand pointed at her.

"Back off of me. First. I'm an adult. You will respect that. Two, I will not be eating anything you make since it always seems to be dosed in love potion. Three, I called this meeting. Now, sit down and be quiet or I'll obliviate you and send you on your way." He told her, his tone indicating he wasn't kidding.

Molly, either oblivious or just crazy, protested.

"Really now! You have no basis for your accusations! And your still too young to even be thinking about fighting."

Harry looked at her before he dropped his robes and showed his attire. The best way to describe it was as a battle uniform. It was black with scrolls attached to it along with knifes and, to everyone's surprise, Gryffindor's sword tied to his waist.