Summary: Albus Dumbledore has a headache. Molly Weasley unintentionally makes it worse. It's up to Minerva, Remus, Severus, and the Order to see that he gets better. This is my first story. Sorry for the bad summary. PG just to be extra safe (You will not find ANY slash in this story).

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Chapter 1: The Order Meeting (I Wonder What I've Done This Time)

Albus Dumbledore walked noiselessly through the front doors of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, taking great caution as he passed the portrait of one Mrs. Black. Once he was assured that the black curtains concealing the painting would not fly open with shrieks of "shame of my flesh" and "destroying the house of my fathers", he walked silently down the steps that led to the kitchen, and to what could possibly be a disaster.

The Order of the Phoenix had met several times after the unfortunate events that took place in the Department of Mysteries, but this would be the first meeting since some of the Order members had given the Dursleys a friendly reminder from their local wizarding "weirdoes". Reports from Alastor Moody had assured the headmaster that the desired results had come from the encounter, but he was still worried about Harry. Dumbledore knew of the mistakes he had made the previous summer. Despite reassurances from others, he knew he was to blame for the death of Sirius Black. He knew how much he had hurt Harry, who was like one of his own children. He also knew that there were others that were worried about Harry, especially a certain mother hen by the name of Molly Weasley. He had received a letter from the usually kind witch that expressed her concern for the boy, as well as her anger towards the headmaster. Dumbledore could still see every line of the letter very clearly in his mind.

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, BUT YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE THIS TIME! I WAS GOING TO SEND YOU A HOWLER, BUT AS YOU ARE OUT OF BRITAIN ON BUSINESS FOR THE ORDER, THIS IS THE BEST I CAN DO FOR NOW! HARRY DID NOT LOOK WELL WHEN HE GOT OFF THE TRAIN, AND I DO NOT SUSPECT THAT HE STAYING WITH HIS AUNT AND UNCLE WILL HELP HIS CONDITION AT ALL! HE NEEDS TO BE TAKEN OUT OF THAT PLACE, AND SOON! AND DON'T YOU START TALKING ABOUT HOW HARRY IS THERE FOR HIS PROTECTION! THE BOY NEEDS TO HEAL! HE HAS BEEN THROUGH A TERRIBLE ORDEAL, AND STAYING WITH HIS RELATIVES WILL NOT HELP HIM ONE BIT! We will discuss this in greater detail during the next meeting.

Molly Weasley

This letter was not something one would call comforting, but rather inevitable. The headmaster, of course, knew that the Weasleys and other members of the Order cared a great deal for Harry, but he had not expected such a large outburst against his actions from any of them. But, then again, such a thing failed to surprise the venerable headmaster.

As he approached the door that separated him from those in the kitchen, Dumbledore rubbed his temples. His headache had been slowly worsening since the morning after the Leaving Feast, when Cornelius Fudge had started sending him owls every five minutes. The pain currently was not coming in bursts, but he had a feeling that it would start up again around dinnertime, and would possibly shoot down his neck too.

Sighing, the headmaster opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. He soon found that he was the last one to arrive. Nymphadora Tonks was happily talking with Arabella Figg, who kept flashing annoyed glances over her companion's left shoulder at the loud and lively conversation Mundungus Fletcher was having with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dedalus Diggle, and, surprisingly, Alastor Moody. Three of the Weasleys, Bill, Arthur, and Molly, were sitting at the table. Bill and Arthur were talking excitedly with Elphias Doge, but Molly had not joined in on their conversation and looked as if she did not intend to do such a thing. Hestia Jones and Emmeline Vance were poring over a long parchment paper, scratching out things and writing corrections next to them. Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall sat in the far corner of the room, whispering amongst themselves. The headmaster noticed that McGonagall had put her hand on the younger wizard's shoulder. Remus Lupin looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was now. The young wizard looked as tired as Dumbledore felt: his shoulders sagged, his head drooped, and he looked like he was ready to break down. I will have to talk to him later. He needs to get some sleep. Severus Snape was looming in his usual dark corner, ignoring the others.

Minerva McGonagall was the first to notice that he had walked into the kitchen. She looked at him with tired eyes, and he flashed a sympathetic smile at her, hoping to let her know that he was sorry that she had to get caught up in another war. She seemed to understand him, and she returned the smile. Severus Snape had also noticed that the headmaster had arrived, and he greeted him with his usual curt nod. Dumbledore returned the greeting, noticing that the Potions Master looked drained, and his usual sneer was gone.

By this time, the others had noticed that the headmaster was present, and they had begun to take their seats at the table. The headmaster took his position at the head of the table, quickly surveying the wizards and witches before him. Most of them looked at him expectantly. Lupin still slouched in his chair as if he was trying to fuse with it, staring blankly at the surface of the table. Dumbledore also saw, to his slight surprise, that Molly Weasley was glaring at him. Oh dear, he thought. I wonder what I have done this time.

"Now, I know that you are all busy with your current assignments; I myself am busy with a tidal wave of owls from the Ministry ("Those idiots," muttered Moody.), so this will be a very brief meeting. Those who have reports will give them, and then we can be on our way," said Dumbledore. "Arthur, if you would – "

"Of course," said Arthur Weasley as he rose from his seat. He shot a sympathetic look at Remus, who was sitting on his left, before continuing. "As you all know, Remus and I have currently been approaching colonies of Dark creatures throughout Britain and Scotland about joining us in our fight against You-Know-Who. Presently, we have convinced most of the werewolf, vampire, and centaur colonies to side with our cause. We are currently trying to convince several merpeople and troll colonies, but we are having some trouble with the trolls. It appears that the Death Eaters are also approaching them."

At this, many people raised their eyebrows. "Why?" asked Tonks. "I would have thought that most wizards would have just thought them stupid and useless for a war."

"Many wizards do," said Dumbledore. "However, trolls are easily accessible and have a gift for creating pandemonium if put near a large city. They would make excellent distractions. Just think of what the Death Eaters would be able to do if the Ministry was wasting its time trying to subdue rampaging trolls. This is what Voldemort is thinking of, is it not, Severus?" Several people jumped at the mention of the Dark wizard's name.

"Yes, Headmaster," said Snape, his face expressionless. "The only drawback with trolls is that unlike giants and Dementors, they have no loyalty. But I'm assuming that the Dark Lord would just have them all exterminated if they turned on him."

"You're probably right," said Arthur wearily. "We will, of course, still try to convince the trolls, but it looks as if they have already made their decision." He sat down.

Dumbledore laughed inwardly for a moment, picturing a troll making a decision. He then turned to Snape. "Severus?"

Snape stood up, his exhaustion showing more prominently in his thin frame. "I can vouch for Arthur's claim. A group of Death Eaters led by Antonin Rookman is trying to round up the trolls for the purpose of diversionary tactics. This group consists of newer, less important supporters, so if they are killed in their efforts, the Dark Lord will not be very concerned. Bellatrix Lestrange is planning to lead the group that is supposed to break into Azkaban in about two weeks, so you should take caution to that," he says, gesturing to Moody. "Nothing else new has arisen as of yet. A Ministry attack is still being planned for this summer, as well as a few raids and Muggle hunts, but none of these are planned in the near future." He sat down, slouching very uncharacteristically in his chair.

"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore, nodding to the Potions Master. "Kingsley?"

The Auror stood up. "Alastor and I are still working on securing Azkaban. We believe we have an adequate amount of security ("Yeah, right," Moody grumbled.), but we are trying to get more along the coastline. We will make sure to stress this to the Ministry, seeing that the Azkaban break will be put into action sooner than expected." He gestured to Severus, who nodded. Kingsley made to sit down, but Moody nudged him in the ribs. The older Auror looked at him quizzically, his magical eye swiveling in its socket. Kingsley stared at Moody for a moment before whispering, "Oh, right!"

The Auror stood up again. "I am pleased to announce that we have received the Ministry's consent to bring the case of Sirius Black before the Wizengamot."

At this announcement, the room went into shock. Nearly everyone's eyebrows threatened to disappear into their hairline. Remus looked up from staring at the table for the first time, completely lost for words. Tonks gaped at Kingsley with her mouth hanging open.

"So," McGonagall began slowly, "we will be able to -- to clear his name?"

Kingsley smiled. "Yes, we will."

If people were standing around in the hallway upstairs, they might have thought that a bomb went off in the kitchen. Tonks jumped out of her seat, hugged Mrs. Figg, and ran to the head of the table, wrapping the headmaster in an embrace. Dumbledore returned the embrace, then held her out at arms' length, smiling warmly. Spotting Kingsley on the headmaster's left, Tonks reached out and enveloped him in a hug, whispering "Thank you so much!" through her joyful tears. Moody smiled at Dumbledore and took a swig from his hip flask. Mundungus and Hestia had also jumped out of their seats and were in the process of doing some sort of jig. Emmeline and Arabella had risen from their chairs to hug each other, both of them bouncing up and down as they did. Dedalus and Elphias were engaged in a very long and complicated handshake that they had made up for special occasions when they were schoolboys. Snape rolled his eyes at the loud and boisterous merriment that the Order members were making, but Dumbledore saw the very faint smile that was playing on the Potions Master's face. McGonagall and Remus had hugged each other, Remus' face streaked with silent tears of joy, his head tucked under the Transfiguration teacher's chin. Even Molly had stopped glaring at Dumbledore and had put on a smile, receiving a hug from her husband and son.

When the celebrating had somewhat died down, Dumbledore spoke out to the others. "If that is all the reports for this evening, I hereby conclude this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix."

Despite the headmaster's announcement, no one made to leave the kitchen until Emmeline and Hestia pranced out ten minutes later, shortly followed by Mundungus, Dedalus, Elphias, and Arabella. Several minutes later, Snape got up and approached Dumbledore. "Excuse me, Headmaster," said the Potions Master. "Would it be all right if I stopped by your office tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, Severus," said Dumbledore, smiling at the Potions Master. "Until tomorrow morning, then?"

Snape nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out of the kitchen, his black robes billowing behind him. I wonder how he gets his robes to do that, thought the headmaster.

As Moody, Tonks, Bill, and Kingsley stood to leave, Moody called the headmaster over his shoulder. "We might be by your office tomorrow to discuss some things, Dumbledore."

"I look forward to it," said the headmaster.

"Albus," said McGonagall, walking up to the headmaster accompanied by Remus, "we will meet you back at Hogwarts, shall we?"

"Of course, Minerva," said Dumbledore. "Could you meet me in my office?"

"We'll be there when you get back," said McGonagall, turning to leave. Remus gave the headmaster a farewell nod and followed the Transfiguration teacher.

"Well," said Arthur, "I best be getting back to work. I expect Perkins will be up to his neck in paperwork. I'll see you later Molly, Albus." He kissed his wife on the cheek and nodded to the headmaster, turned on his heel, and shut the door behind him with a snap. Now only Molly remained in the kitchen with Dumbledore.

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