Smoke & Mirrors
The members of the Order did not make their way outside with brooms in hand, nor did they mount thestrals and take to the sky. Instead they were ushered into the secret apperation chamber beneath the Hogwarts library. Harry’s confused questions went unanswered by Hermione and Ron who often glanced at each other for help. Finally, Ron shrugged his shoulders in apology. “Maybe you should talk to Dumbledore.”
“Harry Potter!” came a voice, rising above the din. It was the Headmaster, calling to him and scanning the crowd.
Harry gulped and looked to his friends.
Hermione urged him to answer the summons. “You’d better go see what he wants!”
“Right.” Harry muttered, not knowing why he was invaded by unease and his pulse quickened. The feeling of dread only grew as he made his way across the room. He approached the old wizard and waited.
“Harry,” Dumbledore said, “there’s something I need to speak to you about. I was waiting for Nikolae but he says he will meet us.”
“What is it, sir?” Dumbledore seemed nervous and hesitant and Harry took it as a bad sign. “What haven’t you told me this time?”
“You’ve always been intuitive.” Dumbledore sighed, “Though I fear your reaction, I’m afraid.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Then it has to do with Sara.”
“I want you to remember that she kept this from you because I asked her to, though she wasn’t comfortable with the idea and refused to lie if you asked outright.”
Harry felt himself growing angry and was quick to reign it in. “Just tell me.”
“As you wish.” Dumbledore sighed again. “As you can see, we are not flying out to meet Voldemort. The battle will take place at your house in Princeton Heights.”
“What?” Harry’s heart started to hammer in his chest, “Sara’s there alone!”
“I know. She’ll be fine Harry. She agreed to do this.”
“You used her as bait!”
“We did, but reluctantly. We had to consider Voldemort’s mentality. Why take on all of us when one of his prime targets sits alone, weak, and unaccompanied?”
Harry’s hands curled into fists. “I can’t believe you!” he shouted, his anger escalating. “You’re her uncle!”
All conversation stopped and the room turned its collective attention on the Headmaster and his apprentice. Dumbledore noticed the silence and the eyes upon them and addressed everyone present.
“You’re all wondering why Harry is upset I imagine,” There were nods and mumbled agreement. “It is because he has only just been told what is really happening here. He was not alone, for only those who needed to know were told.” He took a deep breath. “Sara Lemke, the Elemental and Harry’s future wife, has agreed to place herself in a position to lure Lord Voldemort into a trap at my request. It is there that we go tonight, to Harry and Sara’s house, and that is why we are all crammed into this room. When we get the sign we await, we apparate as a group to ambush the Death Eaters.”
This news was met with a mumble of surprise and concern. Harry simply glared at him.
“I’m going NOW!” Harry seethed, “Sara isn’t strong enough to defend herself as you well know!”
“Wait, Harry.” Dumbledore placed a bony old hand on his shoulder, “We need you here. You’ll know when the time comes. Sara said you always know when she needs you. Also, the locator you wear will give us foolproof indication.”