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Good & Evil - The Second Order

von Lorelai-Stevens

June 24th to 25th, 1995

The Order of the Phoenix didn't exist anymore. According to Lord Voldemorts downfall in October 1981 it had been dissolved – no resistance was needed when there was no black magical villain to fight. The surviving members – those who weren't brutally murdered by Death Eaters – 14 in number, two of them permanently damaged by a curse and one lifelong in Azkaban – were secretly relieved. After all the war, all the losses and all that fear that had grown a constant companion during Voldemorts reign of terror, the Order only reminded them of things they rather repressed.

Piece lasted for almost 14 years.

Fourteen years in which many a Death Eater asserted that he had been under the Imperius curse and would have been unaware of his actions. Fourteen years in which the magical world was able to recover from the fright and horror. Fourteen years in which the Order of the Phoenix was nothing more than a colourless reminder of darker, more desperate times. Times, when there was no room for love, for family, for joy or happiness. Fourteen years to lick the wounds, to recharge power and arm oneself again.

For the second round.

Albus Dumbledore was pacing up and down his office; almost one hour had passed since a distraught Harry Potter had returned into the maze with the corpse of Cedric Diggory in his arm and had confirmed his worst fears. To be particular, the boy had surpassed even his most unpleasant expectations. The Dark Lord had returned and if one was to believe Severus Snape – and there was a good case to believe him – even more powerful and relentless than before. Nothing less than the return of exactly this man would prompt him to summon the "Old Crowd", the former members of the Order, head over heels into his school. Not all the members, of course. After all, the Order was a secret society and that kind of gathering in his tiny office would look highly suspicious. He charged Sirius Black to notify Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher and Remus Lupin. By use of his patronus he had sent the rest of them a brief message to gather at Hogwarts as soon as possible.

It was time to bring the Order of the Phonix back to life.

Near the desk a rotating silhouette appeared in the open fire. Coughing and covered in soot, Emmeline Vance stumbled out of the chimney and only a split second later the straw-blond Sturgis Podmore followed her example.

"What happened, Albus?" Emmeline asked immediately, tapping the ash from her coat. "Oh, sorry, Sturgis. I didn't see you coming…"

"One moment of patience, Emmeline, my dear" Dumbledore said. Only seconds later, footsteps on stone were heard. The door to the headmaster's office flew open and Professor McGonagall appeared with a chalk-white face and her mouth cleared into an even thinner line than usual.

"Alastor was taken to the St. Mungo – his condition is stable, according to the circumstances, but he will have to stay there until tomorrow. No wonder, trapped in a suitcase for months, half-starved…"

"Moody?" Sturgis said incredulously. "Alastor Moody?"

"The real one for a change" Professor McGonagall said with a confirming nod and pursed her lips. "I can't believe he had to go through all of this, an eternity in the dark, with his paranoia… And this Crouch-" She stopped and shuddered at the thought.

"Crouch?" Vance asked, now confused.

Suddenly appearing flames announced the arrival of Hestia Jones, who fought her way awkwardly out of the chimney, shook her black, curly hair and spread soot all over the carpet.

"Albus", called Doge delighted, who arrived next and crossed the room with just a few steps to shake Dumbledore's hand. "It's been a long time, yes, way too long… So much to do, so busy- But what happened? Your message was, well, very surprising, I'd say" he reeled in his whistling voice and looked around the room as if he had noticed just now that he wasn't the only visitor. Hestia was talking in restrained volume to Emmeline Vance, to find out why she was here. Dumbledore cleared his throat and where agitated voices had prevailed before suddenly was silence.

"I'm afraid," Dumbledore began unusually tense, "I'm afraid I owe you all an explanation. Please forgive my impertinence to ask you all to even come here late at night, but I have to tell you something that is going to put you in shock…"

Vance threw a nervous glance at Podmore, Professor McGonagall rustled uneasily with her robe.

"Lord Voldemort-" almost everyone in the room winced scared, Podmore broke the strange, glassy object which he had been turning in his hands – "Lord Voldemort" has been helped back to his full power by Peter Pettigrew and has obtained his human body. He's back. Severus Snape, who spies on the highest risk of his life for the Order, is currently attending a Death Eater convention of the second hour, to learn more."

For a moment there was dead silence. Then, when the brains around him had managed to collect the sense Dumbledore's words made, all hell broke loose: Jones gasped for air, Vance stifled a shrill cry, Doge panted breathlessly and Podmore was too thunderstruck to even blink.

"When?" he asked stunned.

"How-" Vance gasped, still in shock, and pulled up a char to avoid falling over.

"Minerva" Dumbledore said and waved her over to the middle of the office, where they could all hear her clearly. Jones and Vance excharged puzzled looks. The next hour, the former members of the Order of the Phoenix listened grimly to McGonagalls words, who was reproducing Barty Crouch Juniors story, then they fell silent again. Jones, who had repeatedly jumped up indignantly at McGongagalls report, was now slumped in a chair, staring at one of the portraits with a frozen facial expression.

Dumbledore also kept silent. He knew the story, he had guessed what was going to come and yet – now that the time had come, it filled him with dread. He had known that Lord Voldemort would come back eventually – he had known it from the moment when the power of the Dark Lord had fallen.

"So, where are we going to go from here?" Doge asked into the awkward silence, his voice trembling. He was scared – of course, who wasn't scared in times like this? Amazing how quickly the old state had returned.

"The ministry must be informed," remarked Podmore and Jones nodded in agreement. "Someone has to go to the Headquarters immediately to give alarm."

"There's no use in that, Hestia." McGonagall disagreed, shaking her head. "Fudge was already here, Albus was talking to him. We cannot hope to get support from the Ministry of Magic. Fudge has expressed himself very clearly." She pressed her lips together and an angry snort through the nose told everyone what she thought of that.

"He isn't planning on doing something?" concluded Vance. "Is he crazy!"

"Must be, if he steps aside so willingly and paves You-know-Who's way to destroy the world and all of us with it." Jones said dryly, clenching her fist.

"Can't Barty Crouch Junior repeat his statement?" Fudge shall interrogate him, there is no way he can possibly doubt his statement." Doge suggested half-heartedly.

"Crouch isn't fit to be questioned, the ministry has already taken care of that very well." McGonagall said morosely. "Fudge insisted to take a Dementor with him as a personal bodyguard and, well, you're able to imagine the rest…"

A shudder went round. To their dismay, they were all able to imagine it very well.

"What about the Potter boy?" Podmore asked doubtfully. "He wase there, right? Fudge has to believe him."

"Oh please, Sturgis, if Fudge thinks of Dumbledore as a fool with way too much free time and imagination, do you believe in all seriousness that he's going to take Potters word at face value?" Jones prevailed on him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hardly." Podmore admitted gloomy.

"Potter has yet returned with Diggory's body, right? That should be proof enough, you'd say." Vance frowned.

"Not for the Minister of Magic, obviously."

"But not even Fudge could be that stupid-"

"Well, yes, as you can see-"

"But who besides You-know-Who would have killed him otherwise? Except Potter not a soul was in vicinity."

Podmore put on his There-you-have-it-face.

"You mean, Fudge thinks that Potter himself finished Diggory off?" Vance exclaimed in horror. "Impossible!"

"If he's really going to try to conceal You-Know-Who's return then that would fit his book just fine, wouldn't it? He simply maintains that Potter battered Diggory to death with the Triwizard Cup to win the tournament and he already has his scapegoat to present to the world."

"But-"

"Outrageous discussions aren't going to get us any further at this case," concluded McGonagall the issue harshly and looked at Dumbledore expectantly. "What did you have in mind, Albus?"

Dumbledore folded his arms behind his back. "What I asked you all to come here tonight. The same that has been the only thing we could do in the first place. To put on the best defense against Lord Voldemort and hope-"

Short silence ensued, while everybody was indulging in their own thoughts and Dumbledore strode over the the bar Fawkes, the phoenix, was sitting on. "… hope, that the Order of the Phoenix is able to take him down."

Emmeline held her breath. The Order – or at least what was left of it – was their only chance. Her stomach contracted painfully, as always when she failed to repress the memories of the first Order of the Phoenix. Dearborn, Meadowes, Fenwick,the Prewetts… So many of them lost their lives in the fight against Voldemort and his Death Eaters and Emmeline had no doubt that this time it wouldn't be any different. Carefully she looked from Hestia to Elphias, from Elphias to Sturgis and back. Who would have sacrifice themselves like the Potters did? Which families would become extinct like the McKinnons did? And which of them would end up as human wrecks this time as the Longbottoms did? She shuddered. The Order was their only chance. They would fight, cost what it may.

She catched Hestias expectant gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly, before she rose.

"You can count on me" was all she needed to say, they would understand.

Hestia didn't even bat an eyelid once. "Not in hell am I going to miss this!"

"Ditto," Sturgis said lightly. What else? The war would outrun them all sooner or later. Doge nodded quickly. He was too afraid to speak – he feared his voice would fail him service.

A light smile slipped on Dumbledore's lips. He hadn't doubted for a minute that they would go to fight again. Too many friends to take vengeance for, too much was there to lose. He began to pace up and down again. "You know what to do… The Order of the Phoenix has suffered enormous losses, we are currently to few to operate. The first thing we'll have to do will be to convince people of Lord Voldemort's return. Hestia," he said to the Auror, "you're at the Head Quarters, you know best who's willing to join us."

Hestia nodded. She immediately took an entirely different attitude. Her gaze went sharp and she stepped into the middle of the room. "Shacklebolt, Abbott, O'Leary, Laurie, Tonks and Bell." she enumerated in a business-like voice. "Maybe Fawcett and Montgomery, too, but I wouldn't put my shirt on that man." She wrinkled her forehead hard. "I'm almost a hundred percent sure we're going to be able to convince Shacklebolt, Tonks and O'Leary of joining. Moody was Tonks mentor, she is alright, a little scatterbrained, but an ace at camouflage and disguise. Metamorphmagus, she could be useful. Shacklebolt worked at this vampire incident in Greenwich with me, I know his sentiments and he's a quite big shot. If Scrimgeour or Robards are promoted or plan to peg out anytime soon, he'll take over the Head Quarters, I'd bet my broomstick…"

She thought for a moment. "Abbott will be OK too – she may not join us because her daughter Hannah still goes to school and if Abbott is acting out against them openly, she might get her in danger, so she won't take the risk, but she's going to support us at least. Laurie and Bell are fresh from the academy and still a little bit wet behind their ears, but both come from brilliant families who were already active in the resistance. They're definitely qualified. O'Leary has had her personal differences with the cursed Death Eater pack, so it's only going to be a matter of time until she's in."

"What about Dawlish? Proudfoot and McLeod?" Sturgis suggested and Hestia shook her head vehemently.

"Dawlish creeps deeper into Fudge's butt than he's tall, the little bootlicker. Proudfoot blabs too easy and McLeod misses nerve."

"Forsyth?" Podmore dared to try again and Jones furrowed her brow. "I haven't even thought of her… I have no idea. I'm going to suss her out a bit."

"Very good." Dumbledore nodded sympathetically. "In addition, a bigger part of Arthur Weasley's family will want to join the Order, I suppose, now that almost all of their children have grown up…"

"Poor Molly" murmured Emmeline and Sturgis nodded. The Weasleys had lost enough in the last war.

"The twins look exactly like Fabian and Gideon. I would have thought they were it, if I hadn't known better" said Professor McGonagall. For a moment she paused, then she shook her head, as if she had to shake off a troublesome thought. "Well, we cannot waste time. You-Know-Who might just plan his first move. We all know what we have to do."

They all nodded.

"Well then." McGonagall was breathing deeply through her nose and adjusted her cloak. "Go in and win!"

Tbc.

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