Decisions, OWLs and Prophecies
Decisions, OWLs, and Prophecies
Disclaimer: The prophecy was taken directly from my copy of Order of the Phoenix. It, like everything else except this story, does not belong to me.
The Order of the Phoenix assembled that night. Joining the group were a few of the members of the Scooby Gang. Everyone quieted when Albus stood. "Thank you for joining us tonight. We wish to welcome several new members to the Order. If you would stand when I introduce you, everyone will be able to recognize you. First is Mr. Rupert Giles, whom some of you already know from his days as a student at Hogwarts." Rupert stood as he was asked. "Next is Miss Buffy Summers, she will be joining the Hogwarts faculty, teaching Muggle Self Defense." The blonde slayer stood and nodded briefly before resuming her seat. On and on it went until everyone had been introduced.
"Now, it has come to our attention that the Chaos Sorcerer known as Ethan Rayne has returned to Voldemort's side. Also joining him are a Miss Amy Madison and a Mr. Warren Mears," began the headmaster.
A wave of magic swept the room. "What do you mean?" snarled Willow. "I killed him personally. How is he still alive? I ripped the flesh from his body before incinerating him!" Everyone gathered paled at the words and shuddered as her power swept over them.
"Willow, calm down now!" yelled Kennedy. "Don't let him get to you. We'll deal with him together, baby," she finished gently, taking the witch into her arms. Gradually, the immensely powerful witch settled down, her power ebbing as her rage cooled. "We'll get him," reiterated the New York slayer.
After an uncomfortable silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat to continue the meeting. "Our sources say that Ms. Madison teleported Mr. Mears away just before you could finish the job, Ms. Rosenberg. The flash of light was to make you think your attack worked. Now he is with Voldemort and augmenting his group with muggle technology. We will need your expertise with muggle technology to help us thwart the Death Eaters."
"Whatever I can do to take that bastard down," stated the still-angry redhead.
"I will handle Ethan," put in Giles. "I have studied Chaos magic myself and would be best suited to defeating him, though we all have experience in dealing with him."
"Excellent," said the headmaster. "And as for Miss Madison?"
"Not a problem," answered Xander. "We took her mom out, we can take her out, no sweat."
"Amy Madison is far stronger than the so-called Catherine the Great," sneered Snape.
"Your point, fugly?" retorted the carpenter. "We're also stronger since we took out that crazy cheerleader. Plus with the extra backing we now have, it shouldn't be a problem. Stop being such a greasy bastard and start being more cooperative."
"Enough," interrupted Albus. "We have enough problems without everyone constantly sniping at each other." When both men quieted down, he continued. "The New Council will be assisting us, under the direction of Rupert, with the able assistance of Ms. Rosenberg and Mr. Harris. Both are well-versed in Defense and have certainly assisted Miss Summers in the defense of the Hellmouth."
"What about the children?" asked Molly Weasley.
"They are joining the Order tonight, the older ones at any rate," replied the Headmaster.
"WHAT!" shrieked the woman. "I will NOT allow Ron or Ginny to join the Order! They are not going to be involved in this. I may have no say over Willow, though she is a part of this family, she's of age. Ron and Ginny are not."
"Molly," began Arthur gently. "Much as we may not like this, they've been involved for a long time. Ron has been helping Harry from the very beginning, back in their first year. Ginny got involved in her first year, but even more so this past year, when she went with them to the Ministry. She's proven herself more than capable of holding her own in this war. The best we can do is make sure she is protected as best we can while letting her help. She's as stubborn as you, my dear, and you and I both know that she'll get herself involved regardless of our wishes."
Molly gradually calmed down, though she was still clearly unhappy with the whole situation.
As the adults talked, the kids waited upstairs to be called into the meeting. They passed the time by discussing Dawn's OWLS.
"What OWLS are you attempting?" asked Hermione.
"I've got History, Astronomy, Herbalism, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, Potions, Defense, Charms, and Transfiguration. When classes start, I'm dropping Muggle Studies and History, and am taking Self Defence and Divination."
"Why Divination, it's a load of rubbish," stated Ron.
"Because, a friend of mine was a Seer, and I'd like to know more about the ability."
"But she's a fraud!" exclaimed the bushy-haired Gryffindor.
"Not really," said Harry quietly. "She's actually made three predicitions that were right. She predicted the return of Pettigrew and the rise of the Slayers."
"And the third?" prompted the new Slytherin.
"The third...well...remember how we went to the Department of Mysteries last Spring?" began the green-eyed boy.
"Yeah," said Ginny, accompanied by nods from Ron and Hermione.
"And how we ended up in the Hall of Prophecy?" Again, the nods.
"Well, there was a reason Voldemort wanted in the Hall. Trelawney's first true prophecy was made to Dumbledore concerning Voldemort and..." he trailed off.
"You," finished Dawn.
"Yeah." The other Gryffindors looked startled and frightened.
"What did it say," came Ginny's soft voice.
Harry looked to his best friend's sister, a girl he was falling in love with, before stating, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month died...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." As he finished, he noticed that the girls looked near tears while Ron looked sick.
"Oh, Harry," whimpered Ginny before grabbing him in a tight hug.