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Rikki8879: Yes, Molly Weasley can be a "biter-offer-of-heads" when it comes to protecting the ones she loves. She means well, though...

Qem: Yes, it was a very good dream. I bet Dumbledore wishes he had good dreams and a small amount of mailmore often!

Kidarock: You need not wait any longer! The next, and unfortunately final, chapter of this story is here! Enjoy!

blackstarlett: You like my writing style? Thank you! I am so honored! You have made me very happy!

Quill of Minerva: You wanna see more ADMM? Well, I know that there wasn't too much in this story, but I am currently working on a story (called The Easter Holiday)that will have a little more in it. Please keep an eye out for it (I should be posting the first chapter in the near future)! I'm glad that Albus is well, too!

Always Hopeful: Thank you so much for your eight reviews! Thanks for all the "woots!"

kathy: I'll try to start working on a sequal, but right now I'm working on a new story, The Easter Holiday, which may take a while. But while you're waiting, you can read The Easter Holiday (There will bea bit more ADMM in that story).

Sharon Kim: I see your point; Molly does respect Dumbledore greatly and knows that he is only trying to do what's best for Harry (as she tells him in Chapter 5). We also saw that she easily blew up at Sirius in The Order of the Phoenix. She's under a lot of stress right now, so she probably just wrote the letter from Chapter 1 on impulse.

This is the final chapter in my first story! Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Reviews are still appreciated!

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Chapter 8: A Bit Tired, But Smiling

Molly Weasley, Arabella Figg, and Nymphadora Tonks were talking in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Seeing as they were first to arrive for the Order meeting that night, they had already set out chairs at the table. Molly was currently cooking dinner for after the meeting and Arabella and Tonks were setting out goblets and pitchers of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. They would set out the wine later.

"Oops," said Tonks, knocking one of the goblets off the table with her elbow. She bent over to pick it up, but her hand bumped into another hand. She looked up into the face of Bill Weasley.

"Hey, Tonks," said Bill, smiling. "Knocking things over again, I see."

Tonks put on a mock-pout face. "Humph."

Bill put the goblet back on the table. "Where is everyone? We start in ten minutes; I'd've thought that there'd be more people here now."

The kitchen door opened and Arthur Weasley walked in. "Sorry I'm late, everyone. A Howler was misdirected to our office. By the time we realized it wasn't for us, it had started smoking and one of Perkins' quills had set on fire. It took a while to redirect the Howler, put out the fire, and clear the smoke out of our office." He stopped talking when he saw that there were only five people in the kitchen, including himself. "Where is everyone?"

"I don't know, Arthur, but they'd better get here soon," said Molly.

"Hello all," said Mundungus, walking into the kitchen. The man did not smell like pipe smoke or stale drink, and that, everyone had to admit, was a first. "What's happenin'?"

"Nothing much, Dung," said Bill. "Not many people are here yet."

The kitchen door opened again. "Good evening, everyone," said Elphias Doge. Dedalus Diggle walked in behind him and nodded to everyone. Both men sat down at the table and Elphias pulled out a copy of the Evening Prophet.

"Anything interesting, Elphie?" asked Arthur.

"Nah, just some stuff about a Ministry field day."

"I'm telling you it can't be done, Mad-Eye."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that!"

Kingsley and Moody walked into the kitchen. "Hey, what's the problem, you two?" asked Tonks.

"Mad-Eye here thinks that we could convince the Department of Mysteries to lend us some of their artifacts so that we can secure Azkaban," said Kingsley.

"No way, Mad-Eye," said Tonks. "They'd make up some excuse to not let you use them. Some of those things could kill, you know."

"We don't have to use those, though. Some things in there that you two don't know about could be very useful to our cause. And I don't think it'll take much to convince them. Most of the Unspeakables are scared to death ever since the break in. I think they'd do whatever they could to make sure the Death Eaters don't escape."

"It's still unlikely that they'll let you use their precious artifacts," said Tonks. "Especially since their Department head is Algernom Finchel. He's always got his knickers in a twist."

"He's a pushover if you know how to get him to take the bait," said Mad-Eye. "We'll just have to ask."

"You'll have to ask Professor Dumbledore about it first, Mad-Eye," said Tonks. "I dunno if he'll think that that's such a good idea."

"No, I'll think he'll agree with me on this one. He knows what I'm talking about," said Moody.

"Do you think he'll be here today?" asked Kingsley.

"I don't know," said Molly, "he looked very tired on Sunday; almost ill."

"And today is Wednesday. He'll make it," said Moody.

"Not if he's still got a headache," said Molly. "I'm sure Madam Pomfrey's been notified by now."

"And you know how she is," said Bill, smiling.

"Yeah," said Tonks, "she'll have him in the Hospital Wing for another week."

"They can't have told her though," said Moody, "Albus told me that she was on vacation for the summer."

"That's possible," said Bill, "but if they did tell her, she would have rushed straight back to Hogwarts."

The kitchen door opened again and Emmeline and Hestia scrambled in, looking as if they had just run a great distance. "Sorry we're late," said Hestia, breathing hard.

"Yeah," said Emmeline, "There was a hold up at the Apparation site in Diagon Alley."

"It's no big deal. You're only five minutes late," said Bill. "Besides, McGonagall, Snape, and Lupin aren't here yet."

"Where are those three?" said Arthur. "I would have expected them to be here by now."

"I don't know," said Molly, "but we'll have to wait for them. They're supposed to run the meeting if Albus can't make it."

The Order members got settled around the kitchen table, talking loudly about work, things they had seen in Diagon Alley, work, security in Azkaban (only Moody and Kingsley talked about this), work, and Quidditch. Twenty minutes had passed by when the kitchen door opened again. Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, and Severus Snape filtered into the room.

Tonks stood up. "Well it's about time you – "

She stopped abruptly at the sight of a fourth person walking in. Albus Dumbledore walked into the room behind the other three, still looking a bit tired but smiling. "I apologize for our tardiness," he said, "but Minerva, Severus, and Remus wanted to make sure that I was well enough to attend tonight's meeting. Now, I believe we should start, and I'd like to bring up the first article of business. We will need a group of you to go and retrieve Mr. Potter from Privet Drive on Sunday."

Well...my first story has come to an end! Thank you so much to all who reviewed! I greatly appreciated it! Do any of you think I should create a sequal for this story? I didn't plan on doing one, but if there are enough requests, I will be happy to write one! I hope you'll check out my second story, My Poor Werewolf Child...my third, A Blissful Sleep...my fourth, To Carry You Home, and the fifth, which I am still in the process of writing, The Easter Holiday...

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