AN: I am so sorry about the long delay, I just finished exam period and had an interview for my dream job so I've been a little busy. I'm on holidays now so I should update more quickly. Once again thanks to my beta Revina Aclarr this story is readable to anyone that speaks the English language and not what ever I speak.

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Chapter 3

The slow knocking on the door caused the room to drop into silence. Everyone turned towards the door as the knocking continued, a slow unchanging thud with every passing second. People exchanged glances, nobody wanting to go to the door. Finally, Severus stood up and walked towards the door. Once he reached it, he looked at Dumbledore and with a nod of approval from the Headmaster, opened it to let their guests in.

The four strangers were similarly dressed, wearing plain muggle clothes with a black cloak on top, hood up to conceal their faces. No one moved until one of them spoke.

"Well aren't you going to say hi?" It was a male voice that greeted them, amusement in his tone. "It's bad manners to invite someone and yet not say hello."

He swept back his hood to reveal black hair and a young face with markings on it, the face that of a teen just reaching majority. The Order was shocked at this information and the silence was broken. Whispers broke out; murmurs of "too young" and "have to be protected" could be heard from the Order members, subtly clearly not their strong point, though no one spoke directly to the four unnamed individuals.

"Enough!" yelled Dumbledore, effectively silencing the room. He addressed the strangers. "I am Albus Dumbledore, the leader of this Order and the individual who invited you here today, who am I addressing?"

The black haired boy smirked and answered, "I guess that'd be me. I'm known as Fate and leader of the Rebels here." With a nod from Fate, the others pulled back their hoods. Another man and two women were revealed, all of similar ages to Fate. He introduced them as they each stepped forward.

"This is Risk." A blond haired boy had stepped forward, hard silver eyes judging each person he saw, and a pair of dice marked on one of his cheeks. "Chance." Risk indicated to a brown haired woman with an ace of spades on her cheek and who was of similar height to Fate. Her brown eyes swept across the room, remembering every detail. "And Destiny." The last of them stepped forwards, red hair flowing down to her waist, a bishop chess piece marking her cheek. Her bright blue eyes glared at those present before resting on Fate, the glare softening to a look of annoyance.

He gave her a reassuring smile before addressing the room.

"We are the Rebels and members of the Underground. Do not be fooled by our ages and we don't take kindly to being addressed as children, by the way. We haven't been children for a very long time." He glared at the woman he knew was a mother hen, Molly Weasley, as if daring her to object.

"Yes, well." Dumbledore said, trying to stop any fights for breaking out, "I will make a few introductions for you." He smiled.

"This is the main core of the Order, though, of course, not all of it. I am the leader and Minerva McGonagall here is my second in command." He gestured to the elderly witch next to him who nodded her head at the group. Dumbledore continued, pointing out the various people. "We have many Aurors, Tonks, Shacklebolt and of course Alastor Moody. There's the Weasleys..." At this point, the Rebels stopped trying to remember the Order members names and stared at the people they were being introduced to. "And of course, the Potters with their son Daniel." The boy puffed his chest up. Risk snorted.

"What?" Daniel asked, unsure of what one could find amusing about him. He supposed that it was maybe just the shock of meeting someone so great.

"Didn't say anything," replied Risk. His tone was playful, but his face held a more serious expression of disgust at the individual in question.

"Yeah, but you wanted to, I heard you snort."

The smirk appeared on Risk's lips again, "I just thought it was funny that they'd bother letting you in, savior my arse. You're just a pampered fool dreaming of being a hero, when in reality you're a liability on the field."

"Who are you to say that about me?" Anger was apparent in his voice as he tried to look as frightening as possible. Risk was anything but intimidated.

"I'm one of the people you asked to help you, I'm one of the people who has actually fought before and I'm the person who could out duel you any day." Risk's voice took on a dangerous edge and he stepped towards Daniel, ready to prove his statement. Fate's hand grasped his arm, silently ordering him to stand down.

"Dumbledore," he spoke to the leader, "control your pet or Risk may retaliate with more than words." Daniel huffed at Fate's words.

"I'd ask that he apologize for his statement first, it was unnecessary and untrue," demanded the Headmaster, trying to keep peace within his own Order.

A growl almost escaped Fate's mouth, "Unnecessary, maybe, but not untrue. That boy has no place in a war council."

"He may be young, but the prophecy—"

Dumbledore was cut off. "I don't care for any prophecy, especially one that could apply to three people. That boy has medium strength power, hasn't finished school, and is arrogant. I don't want a person with those traits as an ally."

James Potter decided to make the situation worse by telling everyone his opinion. "My son is not of medium power," he said. "He defeated the Dark Lord at the age of one and he is prophesied to do it again."

High pitched laughter rang out. The room turned to the one who had made the noise, Chance.

She spoke with a tone of ice as she glared at Potter and his son.

"The boy is average in every way. He is in the middle of every class, has no talent in dueling and spends his time boasting about things he didn't do. He's a liar, an idiot and he couldn't fight his way out of a show box, let alone duel the Dark Lord. Now, I suggest we change topics before one of the boys blows something up." The two boys in questions sent her apologetic looks before turning to the rest of the room, ignoring Daniel Potter.

"I believe we have war plans to discuss," said Fate. Slowly, the room filed out of the room. The male Potters looked ready to continue their argument, but Dumbledore sent them a warning look, so they stayed quiet.

The meeting had been going on for over an hour and the Rebels had decided to sit at the back and observe so they would understand the structure of the Order and its plans. None of the Rebels felt comfortable with people between them and the exit, so the back was always strategically the perfect place to sit. Severus sat next to them, happy to have people he could stand sitting by him in the meeting room.

The room that they were in was a kitchen, being the only available space not only large enough, but free of any relics left by the Black family. Molly was busying herself with dinner while half listening to the meeting go on around her. Snape was glad he never stayed for dinner, wondering just how much attention was on what she was adding to dinner and not on the meeting. He looked to his neighbors, the Rebels.

To an outsider, it would appear as if the four of them were listening with rapt attention to those making their reports, Risk, Chance, and Fate listening to every word and Destiny recording what they said. Severus, though, knew them a bit better and knew with a glance that only Chance was listening. Risk was mumbling spells under his breath, his mind working out new combinations and uses. Destiny was doodling in a book, drawing various members of the Order in compromising positions. Fate, on the other hand, was staring off into space contemplating who knew what.

Dumbledore stood up to speak and Chance nudged the others so they would pay attention.

"Now, as we have shared our knowledge and plans, what does the Underground make of this? And what are your plans?"

Fate stood up to address the room.

"Your plans are flawed, not the plans themselves but the basis they rest on. Your whole mindset is minimizing damage done by the enemy but not causing them damage. You go after weak members who, in the whole scheme of things, matter little. It's like you're just waiting for the end and hoping someone does the work for you."

Silence met his statement. Some of the Order looked furious at fact that a kid was correcting them and others nodded their head at his logic. Severus was just impressed he'd listened at all.

Fate looked over the room and continued, "The Underground has many allies. We have the major clans of the vampires on our side, more than half of the werewolf clans, most of the banshees are with us, as are the Veelas. The Giants are neutral and will stay that way, as the centaurs are, too. We also have the backing of the members of the Underground and those that won't fight will be neutral."

"Yeah, right," scoffed the youngest Weasley boy. "The Underground is all dark and evil, like they'd help us."

It was Severus that replied, annoyed. "Shut up, Mr. Weasley, you know nothing of this issue and should refrain from talking at all."

The room grew tense after that.

Fate continued, despite the atmosphere. "We have a few spies within the Death Eaters. They say the same as yours do, he will try and take Hogwarts this year and after that, the Ministry."

Dumbledore eyes cast downwards, somber since the information had been verified.

"It is as I thought, Hogwarts will need more protection. The Aurors cannot be everywhere and are needed elsewhere. What do you suggest?"

Fate looked uneasy at this, looking to Risk and Destiny, both of whom looked murderous as they knew what their leader was thinking.

"Well, Destiny?" he said, causing the red haired girl to glare at him.

"So be it," she whispered, flipping her hair back.

"We'll go to Hogwarts."

The effect was immediate.

"No way."

"They're not enough."

"I won't have them in my dorm."

"They're too Dark to be around students, Albus!"

"They're just children."

At this point Risk could take no more."We are not children," he yelled, silencing the room. "We may be young, but the things we've seen, no child should ever have to. We're at an age that provides us the ability to enroll in the school, even if the education is not needed. We can be around the children; we will know when they sneak out. You wanted our help, and it'll be on our terms."

Risk stormed out after he finished, sick of being around such short minded people. Destiny went after him and Fate looked to Chance before leaving as well.

"We will contact you later, Dumbledore," addressed the remaining Rebel to the Headmaster. "In the meantime, teach your Order some manners." With that, Chance left the room.

Silence took over the room once again.