This Isn't Our Fault ((Ron; Harry))

Harry couldn't contain the volume at which he exploded with next.  "SURE, LET'S JUST HAVE HARRY FOLLOWED BECAUSE HE ISN'T TRUSTWORTHY ENOUGH TO JUST GIVE HIM ANY INFORMATION! LET'S ALL TREAT HIM LIKE A FOUR YEAR OLD!" Hermione's eyes were very wide. "Harry, no one is treating you-" she began tentatively, but Harry either did not hear her or chose to pretend that was the case.  "AND YOU TWO GET TO KNOW EVERYTHING" he went on, steaming, not caring how rude that sounded. "Not everything mate" Ron interrupted anxiously.  "We aren't allowed in the meetings."  Harry began pacing furiously, avoiding eye contact with the pair of them.  "BIG DEAL!  SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THE MEETINGS!  YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU?!  NOT STUFFED OUT OF SIGHT IN SOME MUGGLE VILLAGE, DESPERATE FOR ANY SCRAP OF NEWS FOR A BLOODY MONTH!  I'VE HANDLED MORE STUFF THAN EITHER OF YOU AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS THAT!"  He was running out of breath and his throat was rapidly becoming scratchy and hoarse, and yet he couldn't calm himself down.  Everything he had been wanting to say for the past month was pouring out of him like water from a broken faucet.

"WHO SAVED THE SORCEROR'S STONE?  WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE?  WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS, WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS, MERPEOPLE, SPHINXES, AND ALL OTHER FOUL CREATURES IN THAT MAZE LAST YEAR??  AND WHO" he went on without slowing down for a breath, at his loudest yet.  "SAW HIM COME BACK??  WHO FAUGHT HIM??  WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM??  ME!!!!"

Ron was staring at him with a partially open mouth and Hermione looked positively frightened.  "Harry" she began when the silence had lasted for a few minutes, but Harry had gained another head of steam and was off for the races again.  "BUT WHY SHOULD ANY OF THAT MATTER?  WHY SHOULD I BE TOLD ANYTHING THAT'S GOING ON??!!"  "Harry, we're sorry" Hermione blurt out desperately, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.  "You're right.  You're absolutely right.  You have every right to be angry." 

Slightly mollified by this and yet still seething at the same time, Harry tried to dial back on his outbursts.  Instead, he shot at Ron and Hermione stiffly, "What is this place anyway?"  He'd been so busy greeting and then shouting that he was still at a loss as to where they were, and more importantly WHY they were there.  Eager to answer whatever possible to stem anymore yelling by Harry, Ron answered at once with, "It's the headquarters to the Order of The Phoenix."  This didn't help.  "Is anyone going to tell me what the order of the phoenix is" Harry asked tersely, looking from Ron to Hermione who piped up quickly with, "A secret society formed by Dumbledore to fight You-Know-Who before and they've started it again."

"Who's in it?"  Harry halted his pacing and crossed his arms.  His anger had not totally abated, but he was desperate for answers.  "Quite a few people" Hermione replied, still looking rather anxious as though she was picking her words ever so carefully in order to keep Harry from flying off the handle again.  "We've met about twenty" Ron added helpfully.  "But we reckon there's more."  Harry waited another minute or two and then demanded curtly, "Well?"  Hermione and Ron exchanged uncertain looks.  "Well what" Hermione finally ventured.

"VOLDEMORT!"

There was another stretch of silence, heavily laden with awkward tension.  Ron and Hermione kept exchanging looks whenever Harry was preoccupied by staring off into space.  Finally, Harry turned to look at the pair of them and when he spoke, his voice was tight, but no longer held the extreme volume of a few minutes ago.  "So what have you two been doing?  In your letters you always said you were busy...or was that just an excuse to dodge my questions?"  "We HAVE been busy" Hermione assured him quickly in a panicked tone. "We've been decontaminating the house.  It's been empty for ages.  Things have been breeding and - stop doing that!" Hermione had placed a hand weakly to her heart mid-sentence and it wasn't hard for Harry to discover the reason behind this fright.

With two loud cracks, Fred and George Weasley had appeared out of thin air on either side of Hermione.  "Hello Harry" grinned George cheerfully.  Fred had a matching grin on his own face.  "Thought we heard you."  "You know" George added in mock seriousness.  "You might want to say all that again.  I'm not sure people fifty miles away caught the last bit."  Choosing to ignore this, Harry asked dully, "you two passed your apparition tests then?"

"Affirmative" the twins chorused before Fred pulled a long flesh-colored string out of one pocket.  "If you're done shouting Harry, we could find out what's going on down there."  "If Mum sees those" Ron began doubtfully, eyeing the string.  "Worth the risk little brother" George supplied.  "That's a major meeting they're having" Fred confirmed. 

"It won't work."  This came from a new voice as the bedroom door opened and Ginny appeared in a flash of red hair.  "Mum's put an imperturbable charm on the kitchen door."  The twins looked crestfallen.  "How do you know?"  "Tonks taught me how to find out" Ginny explained.  "All you have to do is chuck stuff at the door and if they can't make contact, the charm is in effect.  I've been flicking dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs for half an hour and they just sail away."  "Shame" Fred sighed gloomily.  "I really wanted to find out what Snape's been up to."

Harry had been briefly reflecting on the fact that Ginny no longer seemed to have any issues speaking normally around him whereas in the past years she had almost always gotten tripped up on her own tongue, but Fred's words distracted him.  "Snape's here" he asked quickly in a low voice. "Yeah."  George closed the bedroom door behind Ginny so they were once again secluded and sat down on one of the two beds.  "Giving some kind of top secret report."  Fred played with his wand absently.  "Git."  Hermione gave a reproving frown.  "He's on our side now."  Harry and Ron looked at each other and snorted.

"Still a git."