HP Magic Biography

at the same time.

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I think Dumbledore thought you'd be safest with your Muggle relatives— began Ron.

Really? Harry raised his eyebrows. Has any of you been attacked by a dementor this summer?

Yes, no, but that's why he sent members of the Phoenix Order to follow you around the clock... said Ron.

Harry felt a violent shake in his legs, as if he had just missed a step when he came down. So everyone knew he was being followed except himself.

They're not doing very well, though, are they? Harry tried his best to keep his voice calm. After all, I've got to take care of myself, haven't I?

He's so annoyed, said Hermione, almost in awe, Dumbledore. We saw him. He almost panicked when he found out that Mundungus had gone AWOL before his shift.

Well, I'm glad he's gone AWOL, said Harry dryly, if he hadn't gone AWOL I probably wouldn't have used magic, and Dumbledore might have left me on Privet Drive all summer.

Aren't you, haven't you been worried about the Ministry of Magic hearing? Hermione asked calmly.

No, Harry lied defiantly.

Harry stood up, looked around, Hedwig stood comfortably and contentedly on his shoulder, but the room didn't look like he was purifying his soul.

It's damp and dark. A white canvas was set in a beautifully decorated frame, with stripped walls exposed here and there, and as Harry passed he thought he heard something lurking just out of sight, smirking furtively.

Then why was Dumbledore so eager to throw me into the darkness? Harry asked, still trying to keep his tone casual. Did you - er - ask him at all?

Harry glanced just in time and caught a look they exchanged, which told Harry that he was doing exactly what they were afraid of. It didn't improve his mood at all.

We told Dumbledore we wanted to sue the operation, said Ron. We tried, man. But he's really busy right now, we've only seen him twice since we've been here, and he He didn't have much time either, he just asked us to swear not to tell you any important information when we wrote the letter, and he said that the owl might be intercepted.

If he wishes,

He can still inform me, said Harry succinctly, don't tell me he doesn't know any way of sending a message without an owl.

Hermione stared at Ron and said, I thought so too. But he just doesn't want you to know anything.

Maybe he doesn't think I can be trusted, Harry said, watching their expressions.

Don't think so, said Ron, looking horrified.

Or I can't take care of myself.

Of course he doesn't think so, said Hermione nervously.

So the next question is why do I have to stay at the Dursleys' house when the two of you get to take part in everything that's going on here? said Harry, blurting out the words one after the other, each His voice got louder with a single word, Why are you two allowed to know everything that's going on here?

We didn't! interrupted Harry, Mum wouldn't let us have meetings, she said we were too young—

But before he knew it, Harry was barking.

So you weren't at the meeting, Ron dear! You're still here, aren't you? And Valin and Hermione, you're still together! And I, I was thrown at the Dursleys for a month And I deal with problems better than you two, and Dumbledore knows it - who saved the Philosopher's Stone? Who solved the Chamber of Secrets? Who saved it from the Dementors the two of you?

Every bit of pain and anger that has exploded in the past month, his anger at the lack of information, the hurt of them being together and leaving him behind, the annoyance of being stalked and not told - all these feelings of shame , and finally broke through the boundaries and exploded.

Hedwig was terrified by the growl, and it flew back to the top of the wardrobe, piggies chirping warningly, and hovering over their heads even faster.

Who passed the dragon, the sphinx, and a series of other disgusting tests last year? Who watched Voldemort recover? Who escaped from him? Me!

Ron stood there, mouth half open, visibly frightened, and unable to say anything.

You have to calm down, Harry, anger doesn't solve anything, Hermione also said.

But why shouldn't I know what's going on? Why does everyone hate telling me what's going on?

Harry, we want to tell you that we really want to— said Hermione.

You don't think so, and Fan Lin, you can, or you want to send me an owl, but Dumbledore wants you to swear—

Yes, he did—

I've been dumped on Privet Drive for four weeks, rummaging through everything to find out what happened to—

we would like--

I guess you're just trying to laugh at me, aren't you, right here you come--

No, to be honest—

Harry, we're really sorry! cried Hermione desperately. You're absolutely right, Harry—if it were me, I'd be blowing up too, but you have to calm down. , we can look for it, although I don’t know much about it, but we can face it together, but right now we have to solve the problems that have happened, no one wants you to be attacked, Fan Lin and I heard your story in Egypt The news came back in a hurry, and we don't want anything to happen to you.

Harry stared at Hermione, still breathing heavily, Harry's chest heaving violently, then turned his back on them again, pacing up and down the room. Hedwig yelled sullenly from the top of the wardrobe.

There was a long pause in the room, broken only by the moaning of the floor below Harry's feet.

What's this place anyway? Harry called to Ron and Hermione.

Phoenix Command Headquarters Ron replied immediately. Can someone tell me what the Phoenix Order is—?

It's a secret society, said Hermione quickly. Dumbledore is in charge here, he initiated it. It was recently set up against the man you know.

Who's in this organization? Harry said after a pause, putting his hands in his pockets.

Only a few people—

We've come across about a dozen, said Ron, but I think there should be more.

Fan Lin is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix? Harry asked.

I didn't know until I came here that they have a confidentiality agreement, even Fan Lin can't say anything to me. Hermione said quickly.

Harry stared at them. And what else? he asked, seeing one from the other.

Well, said Ron, what else?

Voldemort! Harry yelled furiously, and Ron flinched. What's going on? What's he doing? Where's he? What did we do to stop him?

I've already told you that the Phoenix Command won't let us attend the meeting, Hermione said nervously, so we don't know the details, but we can wait for Fan Lin, he said something, and, I I also have some ideas, maybe I can wait for Fan Lin to come over and help me refine them. She looked at Harry's face and quickly added.