Harry Potter Abridged! OotP Chapter 9
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[The hearing is adjourned, and everyone files out]
Harry: Well, thank goodness that’s over. I guess I’ll be going to Hogwarts for another two years after all!
[He walks out and runs into Mr. Weasley]
Mr. Weasley: So, how did it go?
Harry: I nobly bore up under the investigation and was cleared of all charges, as per usual.
Mr. Weasley: Good for you! I’ll take you home so you can celebrate with your friends!
Harry: By the way…did you ever figure out what to do about the toilet?
Mr. Weasley: Well, we can fix them easily enough, but we’re concerned about just what would motivate someone to do something like this to a poor helpless muggle.
Harry: Oh, really? Could this be the beginning of the storyline where I uncover the nasty underbelly of wizarding society?
Mr. Weasley: It does look like that way, doesn’t it? But no—you’re just supposed to accept this sort of thing as a fact of life.
[But just then, they see Fudge talking to Lucius Malfoy!]
Mr. Malfoy: Harry, did you go and get yourself cleared of all charges?
Harry: How dare you?! You’re a Death Eater—you should be locked up!
Lucius: No I’m not.
Harry: Yes you are!
Fudge: You can’t be serious—he’s a valuable employee of mine!
Harry: You have to believe me! That man is an evil slimy Death Eater!
Lucius: Just because Dumbledore believes everything your crazy ass tells him, doesn’t mean the same is true for everybody.
Harry: You’re just not listening to me because you’re evil and stupid! I’ll have the last laugh, though—just you wait and see! [Runs away crying, with
Mr. Weasley following behind]
Mr. Weasley: I must confess, it’s suspicious that he’s in the dungeons like this. Maybe he was hoping to sneak into the hearing as well?
Harry: I’ll bet that bastard put an Imperius Curse on Fudge to make him do what he wants!
Mr. Weasley: That’s a possibility, but Dumbledore hasn’t credited it.
[They depart the Ministry of Magic…]
Harry: Wait! I should drop my spare change off in that fountain! [He does thus] You know, this statue looks even creepier now than it did before. I wonder what Hermione would think if she saw there was a house elf there…?
[They go back home, where everyone’s happy to see that Harry has gotten off.]
Fred, George, and Ginny: [Chanting] He got off, he got off, he got off…
Ron: Well, we knew you would be cleared eventually.
Harry: You did? You don’t sound very convinced.
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Harry: Anyway, Sirius, you’ll never guess who I saw at the Ministry of Magic?
Sirius: Who?
Harry: Lucius Malfoy!
Sirius: That bastard! Dumbledore must be informed at once!
Mr. Weasley: I’ll just head back to work now….
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Harry: What the hell are those three doing?
Ron: Apparently they were so happy to see you getting off that they mentally reverted to their five-year-old selves.
Mrs. Weasley: Harry, do you want some lunch?
Harry: Don’t mind if I do.
[He sits down to eat lunch with Ron and Hermione]
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Ron: So, Dumbledore showed up to defend you, did he?
Harry: Yes, he did. [Dreamily] Dumbledore, my angel, the light of my life….
Hermione: …Okay….
Harry: But…he didn’t talk to me, or even look at me, or anything! I’m…I’m so worried. What if he doesn’t love me anymore?! [Cries]
Hermione: Oh, I think he loves you considering you’re almost certainly going to spend the next book or so getting summoned to his office!
Ron: Mother, what are the odds of Dumbledore coming to dinner?
Mrs. Weasley: Not good—he’s quite busy. Wait until you get back to school. Patience, as they say, is a virtue….
Fred, George, and Ginny: HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF!
Mrs. Weasley: OH WILL YOU MORONS ACT YOUR AGES?!
Ginny: You say that like anyone in these books acts their age….
[As time goes on, Harry notices that Sirius does not seem altogether happy with recent developments.]
Hermione: Damn him, being all upset that you’ll be going back to Hogwarts where you belong!
Ron: Maybe he’s just lonely?
Harry: Anyway, I don’t think he is upset that I’ll be going back to Hogwarts.
Hermione: You don’t? He probably figures things could go back to being like they were with him and James if you were expelled.
Harry: Okay, that’s just creepy and I refuse to tarnish Sirius’s good name with that kind of talk.
Hermione: Sirius is alive.
Harry: But for how much longer? After all, if my analysis is correct, the death of Cedric Diggory should be setting this story on a fast track toward the needlessly dark and depressing.
Ron and Hermione: [shudder]
[One day, they’re looking over their list of schoolbooks…]
Harry: By the way, it looks like we’ve got two new books this year: another copy of Standard Book of Spells and…a book called Defensive Magical Theory.
Fred: Ooh. Do you know who assigned the second book?
George: They must be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Fred: You know, Dumbledore’s been having a really hard time finding anyone for the job. I’ll bet this next person is going to be extra-special.
Harry: Special good or special bad, do you think?
George: Given what we’ve had to deal with so far, I’d put my money on bad.
Fred: Incidentally, hasn’t Ron been awfully quiet since this scene began? Ron, what gives?
Ron: Oh…my…god…I don’t believe it…! I’m a prefect! [Shows off badge]
Fred: But why? Everyone knows Ron’s not cut out to be a prefect! I mean, what has he ever done that’s useful?
Ron: I’m standing right here, you asshole! For your information, I contributed a great deal… in the first book….
George: And here we were putting our money on Harry.
Fred: I dunno—maybe he just got in trouble one too many times.
[Just then, Hermione enters]
Hermione: Harry, guess what! I’m a prefect!
Harry: You too?
Hermione: OMG! Are you a prefect as well?! This is so cool! We’ll be prefects together!
Ron: I’m the one who’s the prefect, not him!
Hermione: Oh…really?
Ron: Yes, really!
Hermione: Well…that’s nice, I guess….
George: Don’t worry—we’re as surprised as you are.
[And then Mrs. Weasley enters with their laundry!]
George: Mother, mother! You’ll never believe what just happened.
Mrs. Weasley: What?
Fred: Ron’s a prefect! Look—he’s got his badge out right now!
Mrs. Weasley: OHMYGODTHISISTHEMOSTAMAZINGTHINGEVEEEEEEEEEER! [Glomps Ron]
Ron: AAAH!
Mrs. Weasley: Now all my sons have become prefects!
George: Have you forgotten about Fred and me now?!
Mrs. Weasley: I’m ignoring you.
George: She’s…she’s…actually ignoring us! [Cries]
Fred: I can’t believe it! She’s paying more attention to Ron than she is to us! It’s like the universe has rejected its own laws! [Cries]
Mrs. Weasley: So, Won-Won—
Ron: Since when do you call me that?!
Mrs. Weasley: Since the fandom started using it to humiliate you. Anyway, what kind of present do you want for becoming prefect? I’ll buy you anything you like!
Ron: Well…in that case…can I have a new broom? I sense a plot development coming my way that involves brooms.
Mrs. Weasley: Well…brooms are expensive….
Ron: Well, it doesn’t have to be the best broom on the market—I’d just like a broom to own.
Mrs. Weasley: I’ll see what I can do. Well, I’m off shopping! [Leaves]
Fred: Well, now that you two are prefects, I can totally tell we’ll need to watch our step from now on!
George: And here I thought you were cooler than this!
[Fred and George both leave]
Hermione: Oh, don’t listen to them, Won-Won—they’re just jealous.
Ron: Don’t call me Won-Won! If you do I’ll never marry you!
Hermione: Sorry….
Ron: Anyway, those two are rule-breakers. You really think they’d want the responsibility of being a prefect?
Hermione: Point taken.
Ron: But, anyway, it’ll be great to have my own broom. I hear there’s a Cleansweep on the market that’s supposed to be within a reasonable price range. I think I’ll ask my mother if I can have one of those. [Leaves to chase down Mrs. Weasley]
Harry: Waaaaaah! You and Ron get to be prefects and I don’t!
Hermione: Well, I’m sorry you feel that way but…would it be too much to ask for you to let me borrow your owl so I can tell my parents the good news?
Harry: Oh, whatever. Go ahead—see if I care! Take my owl! Take everything I have!
Hermione: Whatever. [Goes to get Hedwig]
Harry: I just don’t understand it. Why would Dumbledore choose Ron for a prefect over me, when I’ve done so much for the school and made so many sacrifices. Does Dumbledore love Ron more than me?! Oh, the thought is too much! [Cries] Oh, well, it’s not fair of me to be mean to Ron about this—after all, it’s probably the one time he’s actually beaten me at something. I’ll just remember all those other times I saved the day while he stayed at the back and acted like my personal cheerleader!
[Just then, Ron returns]
Harry: Ron, congratulations on becoming a prefect!
Ron: Well…thank you. To be quite honest, I’m as surprised by it as you are.
[That night at dinner, they have a party to celebrate Ron and Hermione’s becoming prefects!]
Moody: There’s a Boggart around here somewhere….
Mrs. Weasley: Oh, I’ll take care of it later. For now, let’s celebrate!
Tonks: By the way, did you know that I could never be prefect because I couldn’t behave myself? Oh, I’m just so delightfully quirky and twee!
Ginny: Sirius, were you ever prefect?
Sirius: No—I was too dark and suspicious-looking to be one. Lupin was the one who got the badge.
Lupin: Despite the fact that I did fuck-all to stop Sirius and James from causing trouble! Hint hint!
[Harry notices Fred and George bargaining with Mundungus]
George: Oh, don’t mind us—we’re just conducting an illegal transaction for some Venomous Tentacula seeds to use in our awesome candy plot device!
Harry: What if someone sees you?
Fred: The pranking candy of plot device will not be impeded! We shall valiantly soldier on no matter what until we’ve gotten something together that can be useful to you!
Harry: Aww, you’re doing this for me?
Fred: Well, everything in this world does revolve around you….
[He leaves with George to get their bounty upstairs]
Moody: Say, Harry, do you mind if I reminisce about the first Order of the Phoenix?
Harry: Well…is this going to be horribly depressing?
Moody: Oh, come on—you like it!
Harry: No! I’m interested in no one’s pain and torment but my own!
Moody: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! Look! I’ve got a photo of everyone who was in the original Order! Sure most of them were killed or tortured into insanity by Death Eaters, but they all look happy in this picture, at least!
Harry: Stop it—you’re going to make me lose my dinner!
Moody: Don’t you want to know what Frank and Alice Longbottom looked like when they were sane?!
Harry: Navel’s mother has a name--? I mean, no! No I don’t! You’ll remind me of Navel and all the horrors he has to go through—not that they’re as bad as mine, but still!
Moody: But your mother and father are in this picture!
Harry: If I want to look at pictures of my mother and father there are far happier ones that exist!
Moody: Oh—and did I mention Aberforth Dumbledore?!
Harry: …Aberforth…Dumbledore?
Moody: Albus Dumbledore’s younger brother.
Harry: Albus Dumbledore has a brother?
Moody: Yes he does! Oh, but I can’t tell you much about him—you’ll have to learn his story on your own time.
Harry: I may have to do some digging around of my own now. [Stands up valiantly and retreats from the table]
[In due time, he hears a sobbing in the drawing room, and enters it to see Mrs. Weasley, sobbing over what seems to be Ron’s dead body!]
Harry: Something screwy’s going on—there’s no way Ron’s dead if he’s also safely eating dinner downstairs.
Mrs. Weasley: R-riddikulus! Oh, why won’t you work…?
[The Boggart shapeshifts into Mrs. Weasleys relatives, all dead]
Harry: That’s what the Boggart is supposed to do? I thought they were nothing but personal bogeymen, which were easy to banish with a happy thought!
[Lupin enters]
Lupin: Mrs. Weasley, I’ve got this! Riddikulus!
[The Boggart shapeshifts into a silvery orb before vanishing]
Mrs. Weasley: Well…thank goodness that’s over. Harry, gaze well upon the true nature of the Boggart that this man displayed before your thirteen-year-old self!
Lupin: Molly, are you alright?
Mrs. Weasley: It’s just so horrible! I’ve been so worried about my children in the Order dying that it’s reduced me to being unable to take care of a Boggart!
Lupin: You won’t have to worry about them dying, though! We’re better off than we were last time!
Harry: Yeah—you’ve got me on your side! Do you really think I’d let any of you die?
Mrs. Weasley: Well, frankly….
Lupin: The point is, we’re better off now than we were before, and so we actually stand a fighting chance.
Mrs. Weasley: Oh, you’re right. Let’s just go back downstairs and celebrate some more—this scene is getting too heavy.
[The hearing is adjourned, and everyone files out]
Harry: Well, thank goodness that’s over. I guess I’ll be going to Hogwarts for another two years after all!
[He walks out and runs into Mr. Weasley]
Mr. Weasley: So, how did it go?
Harry: I nobly bore up under the investigation and was cleared of all charges, as per usual.
Mr. Weasley: Good for you! I’ll take you home so you can celebrate with your friends!
Harry: By the way…did you ever figure out what to do about the toilet?
Mr. Weasley: Well, we can fix them easily enough, but we’re concerned about just what would motivate someone to do something like this to a poor helpless muggle.
Harry: Oh, really? Could this be the beginning of the storyline where I uncover the nasty underbelly of wizarding society?
Mr. Weasley: It does look like that way, doesn’t it? But no—you’re just supposed to accept this sort of thing as a fact of life.
[But just then, they see Fudge talking to Lucius Malfoy!]
Mr. Malfoy: Harry, did you go and get yourself cleared of all charges?
Harry: How dare you?! You’re a Death Eater—you should be locked up!
Lucius: No I’m not.
Harry: Yes you are!
Fudge: You can’t be serious—he’s a valuable employee of mine!
Harry: You have to believe me! That man is an evil slimy Death Eater!
Lucius: Just because Dumbledore believes everything your crazy ass tells him, doesn’t mean the same is true for everybody.
Harry: You’re just not listening to me because you’re evil and stupid! I’ll have the last laugh, though—just you wait and see! [Runs away crying, with
Mr. Weasley following behind]
Mr. Weasley: I must confess, it’s suspicious that he’s in the dungeons like this. Maybe he was hoping to sneak into the hearing as well?
Harry: I’ll bet that bastard put an Imperius Curse on Fudge to make him do what he wants!
Mr. Weasley: That’s a possibility, but Dumbledore hasn’t credited it.
[They depart the Ministry of Magic…]
Harry: Wait! I should drop my spare change off in that fountain! [He does thus] You know, this statue looks even creepier now than it did before. I wonder what Hermione would think if she saw there was a house elf there…?
[They go back home, where everyone’s happy to see that Harry has gotten off.]
Fred, George, and Ginny: [Chanting] He got off, he got off, he got off…
Ron: Well, we knew you would be cleared eventually.
Harry: You did? You don’t sound very convinced.
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Harry: Anyway, Sirius, you’ll never guess who I saw at the Ministry of Magic?
Sirius: Who?
Harry: Lucius Malfoy!
Sirius: That bastard! Dumbledore must be informed at once!
Mr. Weasley: I’ll just head back to work now….
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Harry: What the hell are those three doing?
Ron: Apparently they were so happy to see you getting off that they mentally reverted to their five-year-old selves.
Mrs. Weasley: Harry, do you want some lunch?
Harry: Don’t mind if I do.
[He sits down to eat lunch with Ron and Hermione]
Fred, George, and Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off…
Ron: So, Dumbledore showed up to defend you, did he?
Harry: Yes, he did. [Dreamily] Dumbledore, my angel, the light of my life….
Hermione: …Okay….
Harry: But…he didn’t talk to me, or even look at me, or anything! I’m…I’m so worried. What if he doesn’t love me anymore?! [Cries]
Hermione: Oh, I think he loves you considering you’re almost certainly going to spend the next book or so getting summoned to his office!
Ron: Mother, what are the odds of Dumbledore coming to dinner?
Mrs. Weasley: Not good—he’s quite busy. Wait until you get back to school. Patience, as they say, is a virtue….
Fred, George, and Ginny: HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF!
Mrs. Weasley: OH WILL YOU MORONS ACT YOUR AGES?!
Ginny: You say that like anyone in these books acts their age….
[As time goes on, Harry notices that Sirius does not seem altogether happy with recent developments.]
Hermione: Damn him, being all upset that you’ll be going back to Hogwarts where you belong!
Ron: Maybe he’s just lonely?
Harry: Anyway, I don’t think he is upset that I’ll be going back to Hogwarts.
Hermione: You don’t? He probably figures things could go back to being like they were with him and James if you were expelled.
Harry: Okay, that’s just creepy and I refuse to tarnish Sirius’s good name with that kind of talk.
Hermione: Sirius is alive.
Harry: But for how much longer? After all, if my analysis is correct, the death of Cedric Diggory should be setting this story on a fast track toward the needlessly dark and depressing.
Ron and Hermione: [shudder]
[One day, they’re looking over their list of schoolbooks…]
Harry: By the way, it looks like we’ve got two new books this year: another copy of Standard Book of Spells and…a book called Defensive Magical Theory.
Fred: Ooh. Do you know who assigned the second book?
George: They must be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Fred: You know, Dumbledore’s been having a really hard time finding anyone for the job. I’ll bet this next person is going to be extra-special.
Harry: Special good or special bad, do you think?
George: Given what we’ve had to deal with so far, I’d put my money on bad.
Fred: Incidentally, hasn’t Ron been awfully quiet since this scene began? Ron, what gives?
Ron: Oh…my…god…I don’t believe it…! I’m a prefect! [Shows off badge]
Fred: But why? Everyone knows Ron’s not cut out to be a prefect! I mean, what has he ever done that’s useful?
Ron: I’m standing right here, you asshole! For your information, I contributed a great deal… in the first book….
George: And here we were putting our money on Harry.
Fred: I dunno—maybe he just got in trouble one too many times.
[Just then, Hermione enters]
Hermione: Harry, guess what! I’m a prefect!
Harry: You too?
Hermione: OMG! Are you a prefect as well?! This is so cool! We’ll be prefects together!
Ron: I’m the one who’s the prefect, not him!
Hermione: Oh…really?
Ron: Yes, really!
Hermione: Well…that’s nice, I guess….
George: Don’t worry—we’re as surprised as you are.
[And then Mrs. Weasley enters with their laundry!]
George: Mother, mother! You’ll never believe what just happened.
Mrs. Weasley: What?
Fred: Ron’s a prefect! Look—he’s got his badge out right now!
Mrs. Weasley: OHMYGODTHISISTHEMOSTAMAZINGTHINGEVEEEEEEEEEER! [Glomps Ron]
Ron: AAAH!
Mrs. Weasley: Now all my sons have become prefects!
George: Have you forgotten about Fred and me now?!
Mrs. Weasley: I’m ignoring you.
George: She’s…she’s…actually ignoring us! [Cries]
Fred: I can’t believe it! She’s paying more attention to Ron than she is to us! It’s like the universe has rejected its own laws! [Cries]
Mrs. Weasley: So, Won-Won—
Ron: Since when do you call me that?!
Mrs. Weasley: Since the fandom started using it to humiliate you. Anyway, what kind of present do you want for becoming prefect? I’ll buy you anything you like!
Ron: Well…in that case…can I have a new broom? I sense a plot development coming my way that involves brooms.
Mrs. Weasley: Well…brooms are expensive….
Ron: Well, it doesn’t have to be the best broom on the market—I’d just like a broom to own.
Mrs. Weasley: I’ll see what I can do. Well, I’m off shopping! [Leaves]
Fred: Well, now that you two are prefects, I can totally tell we’ll need to watch our step from now on!
George: And here I thought you were cooler than this!
[Fred and George both leave]
Hermione: Oh, don’t listen to them, Won-Won—they’re just jealous.
Ron: Don’t call me Won-Won! If you do I’ll never marry you!
Hermione: Sorry….
Ron: Anyway, those two are rule-breakers. You really think they’d want the responsibility of being a prefect?
Hermione: Point taken.
Ron: But, anyway, it’ll be great to have my own broom. I hear there’s a Cleansweep on the market that’s supposed to be within a reasonable price range. I think I’ll ask my mother if I can have one of those. [Leaves to chase down Mrs. Weasley]
Harry: Waaaaaah! You and Ron get to be prefects and I don’t!
Hermione: Well, I’m sorry you feel that way but…would it be too much to ask for you to let me borrow your owl so I can tell my parents the good news?
Harry: Oh, whatever. Go ahead—see if I care! Take my owl! Take everything I have!
Hermione: Whatever. [Goes to get Hedwig]
Harry: I just don’t understand it. Why would Dumbledore choose Ron for a prefect over me, when I’ve done so much for the school and made so many sacrifices. Does Dumbledore love Ron more than me?! Oh, the thought is too much! [Cries] Oh, well, it’s not fair of me to be mean to Ron about this—after all, it’s probably the one time he’s actually beaten me at something. I’ll just remember all those other times I saved the day while he stayed at the back and acted like my personal cheerleader!
[Just then, Ron returns]
Harry: Ron, congratulations on becoming a prefect!
Ron: Well…thank you. To be quite honest, I’m as surprised by it as you are.
[That night at dinner, they have a party to celebrate Ron and Hermione’s becoming prefects!]
Moody: There’s a Boggart around here somewhere….
Mrs. Weasley: Oh, I’ll take care of it later. For now, let’s celebrate!
Tonks: By the way, did you know that I could never be prefect because I couldn’t behave myself? Oh, I’m just so delightfully quirky and twee!
Ginny: Sirius, were you ever prefect?
Sirius: No—I was too dark and suspicious-looking to be one. Lupin was the one who got the badge.
Lupin: Despite the fact that I did fuck-all to stop Sirius and James from causing trouble! Hint hint!
[Harry notices Fred and George bargaining with Mundungus]
George: Oh, don’t mind us—we’re just conducting an illegal transaction for some Venomous Tentacula seeds to use in our awesome candy plot device!
Harry: What if someone sees you?
Fred: The pranking candy of plot device will not be impeded! We shall valiantly soldier on no matter what until we’ve gotten something together that can be useful to you!
Harry: Aww, you’re doing this for me?
Fred: Well, everything in this world does revolve around you….
[He leaves with George to get their bounty upstairs]
Moody: Say, Harry, do you mind if I reminisce about the first Order of the Phoenix?
Harry: Well…is this going to be horribly depressing?
Moody: Oh, come on—you like it!
Harry: No! I’m interested in no one’s pain and torment but my own!
Moody: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! Look! I’ve got a photo of everyone who was in the original Order! Sure most of them were killed or tortured into insanity by Death Eaters, but they all look happy in this picture, at least!
Harry: Stop it—you’re going to make me lose my dinner!
Moody: Don’t you want to know what Frank and Alice Longbottom looked like when they were sane?!
Harry: Navel’s mother has a name--? I mean, no! No I don’t! You’ll remind me of Navel and all the horrors he has to go through—not that they’re as bad as mine, but still!
Moody: But your mother and father are in this picture!
Harry: If I want to look at pictures of my mother and father there are far happier ones that exist!
Moody: Oh—and did I mention Aberforth Dumbledore?!
Harry: …Aberforth…Dumbledore?
Moody: Albus Dumbledore’s younger brother.
Harry: Albus Dumbledore has a brother?
Moody: Yes he does! Oh, but I can’t tell you much about him—you’ll have to learn his story on your own time.
Harry: I may have to do some digging around of my own now. [Stands up valiantly and retreats from the table]
[In due time, he hears a sobbing in the drawing room, and enters it to see Mrs. Weasley, sobbing over what seems to be Ron’s dead body!]
Harry: Something screwy’s going on—there’s no way Ron’s dead if he’s also safely eating dinner downstairs.
Mrs. Weasley: R-riddikulus! Oh, why won’t you work…?
[The Boggart shapeshifts into Mrs. Weasleys relatives, all dead]
Harry: That’s what the Boggart is supposed to do? I thought they were nothing but personal bogeymen, which were easy to banish with a happy thought!
[Lupin enters]
Lupin: Mrs. Weasley, I’ve got this! Riddikulus!
[The Boggart shapeshifts into a silvery orb before vanishing]
Mrs. Weasley: Well…thank goodness that’s over. Harry, gaze well upon the true nature of the Boggart that this man displayed before your thirteen-year-old self!
Lupin: Molly, are you alright?
Mrs. Weasley: It’s just so horrible! I’ve been so worried about my children in the Order dying that it’s reduced me to being unable to take care of a Boggart!
Lupin: You won’t have to worry about them dying, though! We’re better off than we were last time!
Harry: Yeah—you’ve got me on your side! Do you really think I’d let any of you die?
Mrs. Weasley: Well, frankly….
Lupin: The point is, we’re better off now than we were before, and so we actually stand a fighting chance.
Mrs. Weasley: Oh, you’re right. Let’s just go back downstairs and celebrate some more—this scene is getting too heavy.
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Date: 2013-09-23 07:19 pm (UTC)And Lupin says they are better prepared. LOL
In the picture Moody shows Harry I count 22 people named.
In the order now: Dumbledore, Moody, Sirus, Lupin, the Weaslys (Molly and Arthur), Tonks, Mungus, Emmeline Vance, Hagrid. Elphias Dodge, Kingsly and Snape. (I might of missed one or two) But about a dozen people. The surviving members from the 1st time and a handful of new people.
Dumbledore has had over a decade since Voldemort fell to prepare for his return. He waits 14 or 15 years to have Lupin reach out to the werewolves and Hagrid to the giants. What did Dumbledore do that 1st decade to prepare? Recruit new order members? Reach out to the werewolves? Reach out to the giants? Reach out to foreign wizards? Undermine Voldemorts support with the upcoming Slytherins under his supervision?