Christmas and New Year pased without any major incidents, Harry had confined himself to his dorm room. A pile of Christmas presents lay untouched at the bottom of his bed, plates of uneaten food also lay scattered around the room. An unpleasant smell hung around the room as the shape on the bed shifted to one side. His whites of his eyes illuminating the dark room. The troubled teenager lay deep in thought, his heart broken by the revelations of a snake. Harry seemed to be losing everything he had, 4 months ago he had lost the best friend he could ever have hoped for. Harry missed him so much, not a moment passed when Harry didn't think about him. Sirius had been taken from him, taken but not forgotten. A tear trickled down Harrys greasy cheek, His thoughts turned to his parents, he had admired them all his life, until now. Now he just wanted nothing to do with them, they had destroyed two peoples lives. Just to get power. As far as Harry was concerned their objectives were no different to Voldemorts, yet another tear fell onto the bed covers. A soft voice called from the locked door, the voice Harry heard was the only thing that filled him with happiness. The image of Hermione filled his mind, melting away all other thoughts that had previously been occupying this space. Hermione had always been there for him, she was more than his girlfriend, she was his best friend.
Harry rolled from the bed, landing heavily on his bare feet, he winced in pain. Hobbling over to the door, Harry muttered a spell under his breath, the door sprung open. Standing on the other side was a bush of hair. Hermione turned round, "Oh Harry I didn't think you were gong to answer again." She lfung her arms round him, but almost instantly recoiled, "God Harry you stink, come on lets get you in a bath!" Hemrione nervously laughed, but much to her relief Harry simply shrugged his shoulders. Too tired to bother with an argument, Harry let himself be led down by her.
Harry emerged from the bathroom almost an hour later, smelling far nicer then previous. "Hermione had anything happened? You know while I've been... while I've been away." Harrys voice sounded weak, almost as if he wasn't completely there. Hermione shook her head, "I'm not sure Harry, but Dumbledore has asked for the higher ranking members to assemble in his office." Seing Harry's disappointed look, she quickly added, "That means you as well." With that Hermione turned and walked back towards the common room, leaving Harry alone in the deserted corridor.
"Jelly Babies," the spiraling staircase appeared before Harry, stepping upon the first step Harry quickly found himself standing before his headmasters door. Just as Harry raised his hand to knock, a voice came from in the room, "Ah Dumbledore, Harry is here!" Seconds later the door opened and Harry was greeted by the whizzing blue eye of Mad-Eye Moody. "Harry good to see you. Come take a seat." Dumbledore pinted towards a comfy looking red chair in fornt of the fireplace. As Harry mad ehis way round the other 20 or so occupied chairs. He noticed several faces, the Hogwarts teachers. This was the first time he had seen all of them associated with the Order. Moving across, he noticed several people he had seen in other meetings. Harry slid into his seat, next to very strange looking man.
"Now that we are all here, I may begin. As you all know Voldemort has been increasingly developing his forces. I am pleased to introduce you Earondoth, leader of the elves of Norway." The strange man next to Harry stood up and bowed low to Dumbledore,"You have my full allegiance Albus," Earondoth spoke softly with a slight accent. Dumbledore inclined his head as the elf sat back down, "The other peoples we have sent out our allegiances wer eunable to attend tonight. However I can assure you when the time comes they will be here. The nature of tonights meeting is highly classified, therefore only people within these walls will hear what I am about to say." Dumbledore rose form his chair, he picked up a dark green book which had been lying on his desk. Harry's senses perked up, he instantly recognised the book, "This book I am holding is the personal diary of Lord Voldemort. I believe within its pages, it holds information vital to the location of the remianing hidden horcruxes!" A murmur ran through the room, as several people began to question Dumbledore. A tall dark man stood up, "Surely you are mistaken, Dumbleodore. I believe you used the word Horcrux, but in a plural sense?" the man stood looking at the old man, "Ah Luvitrov, my dear old friend. You are not mistaken, for you see Voldemort has created horcruxes. I believe 7 have been created, one has been used, and one has been destroyed. That leaves us with 5 remaining! This book will help us locate and destroy them!"