Chapter17

Harry

Twomonthsago,hehadtoldKingsleyabouttheboxthatheandDraohadfound.

Aboutthepituresonthefloor,andtheeffortittooktoopenit,howHermionethoughttheydeservedahanetolookatifbeforetheministrytookitawayAboutthejournalinside,themaps,thenotes,thelettersbetweenMad-EyeandDumbledore.Howdespiteeverythingtheywentthrough,itseemedlikeitstillmightnotbeover.

Kingsleyhadsiftedthroughallofit,theexpressiononhisfaeneverhanging.Harrywantedtoaskwhathewasthinkingbutbitdownonhislipinstead,hardenoughthatheknewtherewouldbeamarkleftbehind.Finally,heouldn’ttakeitanymore.“So?”

Kingsleydidn’tanswerrightaway,justreahedupandfiddledwiththegoldhoopearringhealwayswore.Harrytriedtotellhimselfthatwasasignofaleaderwhothinksbeforehespeaksratherthananervoustik.“Mightbenothing.”

“Butitmightbesomething.”Harrydidn’twantittobeanything,beausethis,thosenamesstaringupathimandthepeopleMad-Eyehadsaidtheykilled,thosewerestillhisresponsibility,hisfight.

“Itmightbe,”Kingsleysnapstheleatherjournalhewasleafingthroughshut,andshoveditallintohisdeskdrawer,likehewasputtingawaymeddlesomepaperwork.“Justletmedealwithit.”

“But—”

“Potter.”Hewasthekindofmanwhoinspiresonfidene,andKingsleyisabletostopanyprotestswithonlyafewwordsandahandonHarry’sshoulder.“Letmehandleit.I’llletyouknowifIturnanythingup.Butuntilthen?”He’susheringHarryoutoftheoffie,andHarryouldimaginehimlokingthedoorbehindhim,openingthatdrawerbakup,andombingthroughit,beausetheybothknewthateventhoughpeoplealledMad-Eyerazy,heknewathreatwhenhesawone.“Don’ttellanyone.”

Thatwastwomonthsago,andHarryhadtrikedhimselfintothinkingthatmaybeitwasn’tarealproblem,thatthefightwasatuallyover.

Hethoughtthat,butnowhe’shavinganOrdermeetinginhiskithen.

Hereallythoughtthatthispartofhislifewasdoneandoverwith,butapparentlynot,beauseherehewas,allingforquietinhisownhousewiththeremnantsoftheOrderandDumbledore’sArmystaringbakathim.

Dumbledore’sArmy,hethinks,inthosefewseondsbetweenbeingafriendandbeomingaleaderagain,lookingatthemallgatheredherelikesomesorryssreunion.Whatasorrybunhwemake.

Intheend,itisGinnythatgetsalloftheirattention,standinguponahairandwhistling.Shestumblesonthewaybakdown,andtherearesnikers,butitstopsassoonashestands.

Onebefore,hehadstoodinfrontofarowdedroomandtoldthemthattheyweregoingtolookforsomething,notknowingthathewasommandingthemalltogotowar,tofightforhim,todieforhim.Now,hehaslearned,andknowsexatlywhatitmeanswhenheasksfortheirhelp.

“Mad-Eyeleftusajobtodo.”Hehaddeidedonabsolutehoy,beauseDumbledorehadalwaysbeenaughtupinawebofliesandhalftruths,andHarrydidn’tnotwanttobethatkindofleader.“We—Drao,Hermione,RonandI—foundajournalupintheatti,tellingusaboutthepeoplehesuspetsthatwerestilloutthere,hiding,bidingtheirtime.OnesthatmightnothavebeensupportersofVoldemort,butwhowerejustwaitingtoridethetideofhisdefeattotheirownpower,likehedidwithGrindewald.”

There’sanotieableflinhwhenhesaidVoldemort’sname,butheignoresit,andmovestothebnkwallinstead,rollingdownthespreadsheetthatDraohadspentstnightpainstakinglyreating.Itlistedthenamesandloationsofsuspets,theirrimes,whattheymightbepnningtodo.Wizardingterrorists,haterimeswaitingtohappen.“Kingsleyametomestnight,whihiswhyIaskedyouallhere.”Hefeltnervous,morethanheeverhadbefore,beauseitwasonethingtoaskthemtofightwhentheyareyoungandthinkthatwarbringsglory,butitisanotherwhentheyhavefeltthetruthofit.“Thesearethemostrediblethreats.”

“Andwhat’sthatgottodowithus?”Geealledoutfromthebakofthegroup,hisvoietightandangry.Harrytriednottoflinhatthetoneofhiswords—thiswasnotaneasysituation,andeversinethelossofhisearandtheabseneofFredtohidebehind,Geehasn’tdonewellinrowdsofpeople.Theanger,heremindedhimself,wasn’tdiretedathim.“Theministryan’thandleit?”

“Theministryis…ieforthispartiursituation.”Harryknewhehadtohoosehiswordsarefully,unlessKingsleyameafterhimforrevealingseretinformation.“There’sstillsomeonernoforruption,andthisissensitiveinformation.Wehavetohandleitindepely,likewedidbefore.”

Therewereonlybnkstares.“Andwhyshouldwe?”ItwasGeeagain,sullen,angry,hurting.“Howmuhmoredotheyexpetustogive?”Heshookhishead,thenstoodupsofasthishairfelltothefloor.“No.I’msorry,Harry,butI’mdone.”

Andthenhewalkedout.

Harrydidn’treallyknowwhattodowiththat,beauseoneoftheonstantsofhislifeisthatwhenitistimetofight,therehavealwaysbeenpeoplewillingtostandbesidehim,evenwhenhewasn’taskingthemto.Andnowthathewasaskingthemto,hewasgettingnovolunteers,noonetostandbesidehim,onlyRonandHermionestandingsilentlybehindhim,likeguards.

(AndDrao,whowasarosstheroom,hiddeninthebak,butHarrywastryingnottolookathimbeauseitwasmoredistratingthananythingelse.)

“Look,”Hesaid,weakly,andwordswerenotenoughtoexpinwhytheyshouldletthemselvesbedrawnbakintothis.“Youdon’thaveto.Igetthat,thatyou’vegivenenough.Butsomeonehastodothis,andI’mgoingtotry,evenifIhavetodoitalon

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