Broken blocks

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

                     That night Mrs. Weasley arranged a party for Ron and Hermione. She invited Moody, Tonks, Shacklebolt and few other order members but most of them are unable to make it. Mrs. Weasley made a feast with the help of kreature who started occasionally helping Mrs. Weasley in cleaning and cooking. Harry thought at first he is a little surprised that Ron got the badge instead of him but came around that fact quickly. It slipped his mind that this is the year they get these badges due to all of these things happening. His concentration is more on the war and his role in it than on the badges. Yes, he would he happy if got the badge but that is not the only thing that keeps him happy. He lost many important things in his life and went through a lot, loosing a prefects badge is nothing infront of them.
                   Party was going smoothly every one eating and drinking while enjoying themselves. Mrs. Weasley arranged a banner saying Congratulations Gryffindor prefects Ron and Hermione. "Prefect, eh?” growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swiveling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away
toward Sirius and Lupin. "Well, congratulations,” said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, “authority figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most major jinxes or he wouldn’t have appointed you. . . .” Ron looked rather startled at this view of the matter but was saved the trouble of responding by the arrival of his father and eldest brother. Mrs. Weasley was in such a good mood she did not even complain that they had brought Mundungus with them too; he was wearing a long overcoat that seemed oddly lumpy in unlikely places and declined the offer to remove it and put it with Moody’s traveling cloak. “Well, I think a toast is in order,” said Mr. Weasley, when everyone had a drink. He raised his goblet. “To Ron and Hermione, the new Gryffindor prefects!”All had there drinks.
                 Small conversations around the table are taking place. Lupin shared his experience as a prefect in his time with Ron, Hermione and Harry. " Dumbledore made me prefect I think in hope that I would control James and Sirius but I failed at it drastically." Lupin explained. " I was never a prefect myself." Tonks put in her two knuts while eating. Ron started discussion about broomsticks with Tonks while Hermione and Ginny are taking about studies. Fred and George are having a financial discussion with Mundungus. They are buying some strange things from him using the money given by Harry to make there products. Mrs. Weasley and Bill are having another argument about his hair while Lupin is talking with Kingsley. Harry was much interested in his food than anything but kept a ear on most of the conversations.“. . . why Dumbledore didn’t make Potter a prefect?” said Kingsley. " I don't know?" replied Lupin. "But it would’ve shown confidence in him. It’s what I’d’ve done,” persisted Kingsley, “ ’specially with the Daily Prophet having a go at him every few days. . . .” Harry sat silently turning his attention to Lupin's conversation. But before he could hear more a rough voice called him
                “You all right, Potter?” grunted Moody. “Yeah, fine,” said Harry. Moody took a swig from his hip flask, his electric blue eye staring sideways at Harry. “Come here, I’ve got something that might interest you,” he said. From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered old Wizarding photograph. “Original Order of the Phoenix,” growled Moody. “Found it last night when I was looking for my spare Invisibility Cloak, seeing as Podmore hasn’t had the manners to return my best one. . . . Thought
people might like to see it.” Harry took the photograph. A small crowd of people, some waving at him, others lifting their glasses, looked back up at him. “There’s me,” said Moody unnecessarily, pointing at himself. The Moody in the picture was unmistakable, though his hair was slightly less gray and his nose was intact. “And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side . . . That’s Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family. That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom —”
Harry’s stomach, already uncomfortable, clenched as he looked at Alice Longbottom; he knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because she was the image of her son, Neville.
                   “Poor devils,” growled Moody. “Better dead than what happened to them . . . and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously . . . Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever found bits of him . . . shift aside there,” he added, poking the picture, and the little photographic people edged sideways, so that those who were partially obscured could move to the front. "That’s Edgar Bones . . . brother of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family too, he was a great wizard . . . Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young . . . Caradoc Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we
never found his body . . . Hagrid, of course, looks exactly the same as  ever . . . Elphias Doge, you’ve met him, I’d forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat . . . Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, they fought like heroes . . . budge along, budge along . . .” The little people in the photograph jostled among themselves, and those hidden right at the back appeared at the forefront of the picture. "That’s Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth, only time I ever met him, strange bloke . . . That’s Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally . . . Sirius, when he still had short hair . . . and . . . there you go, thought that would interest you!” Harry’s heart turned over. His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail: He was the one who had betrayed their where abouts to Voldemort and so helped bring about their deaths.
                     “Eh?” said Moody. Harry looked up into Moody’s heavily scarred and pitted face. Evidently Moody was under the impression he had just given Harry a bit of a treat. "Yeah,” said Harry, attempting to grin again. “Er . . . listen, I’ve just remembered, I haven’t packed my . . .” He was spared the trouble of inventing an object he had not packed; Sirius had just said, “What’s that you’ve got there, Mad-Eye?” and Moody had turned toward him. Harry crossed the kitchen and reached his without getting noticed by anyone.

A/N : sorry for copying from book but I had to do it in honour of members of original order of phoenix both dead and alive.