HP Magic Biography

In fact, the very mention of Voldemort's name sent people walking up and down the table in nervous panic.

Lupine was about to sip a glass of fine wine, but now he lowered his goblet slowly, looking alert.

I did! said Harry angrily. I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said the instructions didn't allow them to, so-

They're quite right, though, said Mrs. Weasley. You are too young, and you, Fan Lin, you should know what to say and what not to say.

Weasley sat in a chair facing the door, her fists clenched, without any trace of sleepiness.

Since when does someone have to ask questions within the Phoenix Order? asked Sirius. Harry was trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He has a right to know what happened. What's up……

Stop! George interrupted Sirius loudly.

Then how's Harry going to get his question answered? said Fred angrily. We've been trying to hear from you for a month, and you haven't told us a single old stinking thing! said George.

You're too young to be a member of the Order, Fred said in an unnaturally sharp-sounding voice that mimicked his mother's. Harry's even younger!

It's not my fault that you weren't told the details of the actions of the order, said Sirius calmly, that was your parents' decision. But on the other hand Harry-

It's not your turn to decide what's in Harry's interest! said Mrs. Weasley sharply. There was a look of danger on her usually friendly face. I suppose you haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said?

Which passage are you referring to? Sirius asked politely, but the air was filled with the tension of a man himself ready to fight. The part about not telling Harry more than he needs to know.

Mrs. Weasley emphasized the last three words emphatically.

Ron, Hermione, Fred and George turned their heads between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley as if they were watching a tennis match.

Ginny was kneeling on top of a pile of discarded honey cubes, her mouth slightly open, watching the conversation.

Lupine's eyes were fixed on Sirius.

While Fan Lin hid beside Hermione and shivered,

For fear of burning the flames of war on him. He played an awkward role in this duel, as a friend, representing Harry, and as a wizard...

I'm not going to tell Harry more than he needs to know, Molly, said Sirius. However, he was the one who saw Voldemort's return with his own eyes.

He has a better right than most of us to know—

He's not a member of the Phoenix Order! said Mrs. Weasley. He's only fifteen, and—

And he's solved as many problems as most members of the Order, said Sirius, and more than some.

Nobody's denying what he's done! Mrs Weasley's voice rose, her fists shaking on the arm of her chair. But he's still just—

He's not a child! said Sirius impatiently.

He's not an adult either! A blush crept up Mrs Weasley's cheeks. He's not James, Sirius!

I know exactly who he is, thanks for reminding me, Molly, said Sirius dryly.

But I'm not sure you know that! said Mrs. Weasley. Sometimes the way you talk to Harry, it's like, you think your best friend is back!

What's wrong with that? Harry asked.

What's wrong with that, Harry, the fault is that you're not your father, but you resemble him in many ways! Mrs. Weasley's eyes were still fixed on Sirius. You're still in school, adults are responsible for you, don't forget that!

You mean, I'm an irresponsible adoptive father! Sirius responded, his voice rising as well.

I mean, you know you're acting rashly, Sirius, that's why Dumbledore wants you to stay home, and—

If you like, we will ignore Dumbledore's orders and get out of here! Sirius replied loudly.

Arthur! Mrs Weasley turned to her husband, Arthur, speak to me!

Mr. Weasley did not speak at once. He took off his glasses and wiped them slowly with his robe. When he carefully put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he finally answered.

Dumbledore knows the situation has changed, Molly. He accepts that within certain limits Harry must have access to certain elements of the Phoenix Order, as he is now at the Phoenix Command headquarters.

Yes, but there's a difference between that and allowing him to ask anything he wants to know!

Personally, Lupine finally looked away from Sirius and spoke calmly. Mrs. Weasley quickly turned her head to him, hoping that she would finally gain an ally. I think it would be better for Harry to know the situation. Well, not the whole story, Molly, but let him know the general picture - for us, it keeps others from taking it out of context...”

His expression was benign, but Harry was sure that at least Lupine knew that some downwind had survived Mrs. Weasley's purge.

Okay, Mrs. Weasley said, taking a deep breath, looking around the table for a seeker, but there was no response, Okay... I understand it's going to be rejected. All I'm saying is: Dumbledore must have a reason for not wanting Harry to know too much, and the person Harry has most interested in—

He's not your son, Sirius said quietly.

He's like my son, Mrs. Weasley shot back, but who else is he?

He has me!

Yes, Mrs Weasley's lips curled up, the truth is, you couldn't take care of him while you were in Azkaban, could you?

Sirius started to rise from his chair.

Molly, you're not the only one here who cares about Harry, said Lupine sharply. Sirius, sit down.

Mrs. Weasley's lower lip quivered. Sirius sat back slowly in his chair, his face pale.

I think Harry has something to say, Lupine went on, and he's old enough to make up his own mind.

I need to know what's going on, Harry said quickly. He didn't look at Mrs Weasley. He was touched that Mrs. Weasley regarded him as his own son, but he was also impatient with Mrs. Weasley's arrogance. Sirius was right, he wasn't a kid anymore.

Very well, shrieked Mrs Weasley, Ginny--Ron--Hermione--Fred--George--I want you to leave the kitchen now.