the master plan {INVITE ONLY}

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Hermione paced back and forth in the Kitchen of Twelve Grimmauld Place, tapping her wand with one hand onto the palm of her other hand, causing a few sparks each time the tap sounded out to her ears. It was silent in the Kitchen, as Hermione was the first to be down. She had called a meeting on a weekend home for a few people, because there was something that had been bothering Hermione for a long while. Her running shoes made a dull thudding sound against the wooden floors, and her S.P.E.W. badge reflected the sparks with varying colors on its safety cover. Her brown hair was it's usual curly mess, but she had managed to remove the frizz so it was more neat and tidy. She paced, her mind whirring with so many thoughts on one topic. It was reaching evening time, dinner had already been had and the long table in the kitchen was cleaned up. Most people had retired to their rooms, but Hermione had spoken in private to a select few people who were supposed to tell a few other select people about her meeting. Hermione had something on her mind, and she didn't say anything to anyone about what was bothering her. She remained in a pacing motion, her eyebrows furrowed and her facial features giving her a look of concentration. There was a lot to think about, a lot to say, a lot to do.

[ron]

Ron was not surprised that he was the second person to arrive downstairs because his curiosity had been striking since Hermione mentioned that she wanted to talk to him. He was full of questions, which was very un-Ronish. He asked what she wanted to talk about, but she refused to tell him anything, so he was completely clueless. Why were they meeting here? Who was coming? Was this safe? Why did Hermione seem so nervous? Ron watched her pace for a moment, leaning against the wall, before he started to feel sick watching her go back and forth and back and forth.

Not able to take the pacing any longer, Ron sat at the kitchen table, staring at the walls. More questions entered his mind. Who knew they were doing this? Did Sirius? Did Dumbledore? Would this get them in trouble? Since when did Hermione try to get them in trouble? Was she Imperiused? Should he alert someone? What were the signs if someone was Imperiused? Professor Moody, well, fake Professor Moody, had told them, but Ron had already forgotten. He knew he could not ask her if she was Imperiused because obviously if she was she would lie. But if she were Imperiused, the person who put it on her would already know where the Order met. Maybe she wasn’t cursed. Maybe she was just really agitated about something and felt this was the safest place to talk. Turning to face the pacing Hermione, Ron asked, “Is everything OK, Hermione?”

[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

Ginny was slightly concerned when Hermione had called a few of them down for some type of meeting. Following Ron down to the Kitchen, she took a spot next to her brother, silent for once. Hermione had a look on her face of immense concentration. Whatever she had to say, it was going to be important. Gin tapped her fingers against the table anxiously. Ron, Hermione, and herself were the first few to arrive downstairs. A few more people Ginny figured were to arrive. Fred, George, Harry, so there were still quite a few people to come before any real discussion could begin. Patience was not one of Ginny's most prominent virtues, but she could wait if she had to.

Ginny's wand was placed in front of her on the table, and she watched it roll towards her, to which she would push it back, and continue that pattern. It was eerily quiet in the usually bustling kitchen. Usually when the two were together, Ron and Hermione would be bickering, or at least making some type of conversation. It made it a bit uncomfortable in the room. Every little time Ginny shifted, it seemed loud and obnoxious. Therefore, Gin was relieved when Ron talked for what seemed lke the first time in forever. "Is everything OK, Hermione?" Good question.

She stared intently at Hermione, her mouth forming a hard line, but her eyes questioning. What was all of this about? "Is something wrong?" Ginny probed further.

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[tonks]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Nymphadora was walking down the steps of Grimmuald Place. She had been up in her room to change into something comfortable. Nothing fancy. She really didn't understand why she was going down to the kitchen. Everyone had already eaten. All she knew was that Hermione had asked to see her in the kitchen after dinner. She figured to wait until after everyone had already gone to bed. Tonks figured that in the process she would get something to drinks as well. She assumed that it had to be something important if Hermione had asked. Then again she really didn't know what to expect or what Tonks would be able to do. As she approached the kitchen she could see that perhaps she wasn't the only one that Hermione wanted to talk to. Ron and Ginny were there as well, and Tonks figured that perhaps they may not be the only ones called to this little get together. She would be seeing them a lot more now that Tonks was to be at Hogwarts for a while. She really didn't know how long she would be there but she knew that she would be working with Umbridge. That was not something she was looking forward to . She walked in. "Hello you three. Should I be worried about being here?" She asked looking at each of them, mainly Hermione since this was obviously her idea. WORDS , TAG:Sirius, Open , OUTFIT , ANY NOTES KEEP IT SHORT!

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[siriusblack]

Sirius was rather surprised to find out that Hermione was hosting a meeting in the kitchen. Not so much because she didn't seem like the type to announce things in and overly formal and stately fashion; but he was rather inclined to disbelieve she'd want him there to hear whatever this news was. Though he'd never spoken to her one on one, her opinion of him in general didn't seem much better than Molly's. He knew he hadn't exactly let off the best first impression, but Harry and Ron had both seemed to get over that by now. He didn't have a thing against her being Harry's friend, in fact she might have even been good for that; but it just didn't seem like she felt the same towards him. Not that he had... or maybe hadn't he, done something to deserve that? None the less, he was exceptionally curious as to what she had to say, and who she planned to say it to. If the whole house had been invited, he'd imagine that she'd have simply kept them after dinner. Whether being signaled out was a good thing or a bad thing he had yet to decide.

He walked down the steps into the kitchen to a pacing Hermione and probing-for-information Ron, Ginny, and Tonks. From the former's disposition, he didn't find himself nearly as concerned or confused as the others. "Well either she's come up with something that she believes is insanely brilliant or she's about to reprimand some else on something they've done she deems less than that." It was said offhandedly,with amusement if anything, but he expected people would either laugh or glare at him. If he hadn't been subjected to the mentioned reprimanding before (clerly something he never took well to), maybe he would have thought not to mention it. But he honestly wouldn't have been surprised if that's what this whole thing was about. He stood in the doorway for a moment longer before taking a seat at the end of the table that remaind empty.

[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George was stuffed. Like, more than stuffed. He missed his mothers cooking. Hogwarts food was always good because there was a lot of it, but Molly’s food was amazing because. It was amazing. You could eat half the amount that you eat at Hogwarts and be as full. It. Was. Awesome. He laid down in his bed holding his stomach. He probably ate too much, but he didn’t care. He was happy. Way happy. He was laying there, debating on getting into his pajamas or not. He loved being away from the school. Even it was his last year. Being with family was just so much better. And here, he and Fred could plan without any professors bugging them.

Just as he was about to put pajamas on, he remembered that Hermione had asked him to come downstairs to talk to her. He would question it, but it was Hermione. Her brain never stopped. He figured it was probably going to be other people besides him as well. It was whatever she was planning that made him curious. She usually came right out with it. He sighed and made his way down the stairs and back into the kitchen. He saw Ron, Ginny, Tonks and Sirius there. Now that was a random assortment of people. And where was his twin. Shrugging, he took seat at the table and put his feet up. ”Everyone enjoy dinner as much as I did?” He and Fred were known for trying to defuse the tension. They hated it. They loved the room being lively and people laughing.

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[FRED WEASLEY]

Fred had fallen asleep. Of course, the one time that he decided to to get tired, he was expected to show up at some top secret meeting. He didn't even know what it was for. All he knew was that Hermione wouldn't ask anything of him if it wasn't important. This, of course, didn't stop him from succumbing to exhaustion. He was out like a light and was awoken only to the sound of George shutting the door the go downstairs. Right..meeting thing.. downstairs... he thought to himself, yawning and stretching out like a lazy cat.

After slowly pulling himself to the door, he nearly stumbled down the stairs. Fortunately, he was able to catch himself into a wall before allowing his body to fall to the floor. His hair was a mess and his eyes unfocused, until he saw George. He made his way to his twin silently before taking a seat. Nobody was really talking yet. All Fred could make out were a few dumb questions. Clearly, something was wrong, and the fact that Hermione was a nervous wreck proved that she was not, indeed, okay.

After another yawn escaped his lips, the twin nodded across the kitchen, giving everyone an individual greeting. He unsurprisingly made it more obnoxious toward Ginny and Ron, both of which had shown up before him. Surprise, surprise. Dragging his hand down his face, he planted his focus on Hermione as much as possible. For lack of a more unique question, what's this all about? He wasn't a huge fan of sitting in a dull room while everyone looked depressed or anxious. He chuckled slightly at George's comment as he knew it was an attempt to ease everyone up.

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[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] The Master Plan Harry sat in the room he shared with Ron, a book open in his lap as his quill flashed across a piece of parchment with a surprising speed. His glasses had slid down his nose amid the feverish writing, and every know and then he would pause, looking down at the book, turning a page to read something, before going back to the prior one and resuming his hasty scribblings. He was aware, in the back of his mind, that he was due to join Hermione down in the kitchen for something or other. He had been genuinely concerned and curious when she had initially brought it to the fore, but after cracking open his book on Defensive layering, he'd completely lost track of time. He was just finishing up his notes on the effects of three-layer shields when Hedwig hooted and startled him out of his concentration. Looking over at his owl, Harry was about to scold her when that bit about Hermione stopped niggling in the back of his mind and hopped happily to the forefront. Cursing under his breath, Harry used a spell to dry his ink and carefully folded up his notes, placing it as a marker in the book he had borrowed for the weekend. Tucking the book under the clothes he'd packed, Harry tucked his wand into his jeans and went over to Hedwig, running his fingers gently atop her head. "What would I do without you?" He asked the bird, who was as much a best friend as Hermione herself. With a smile, Harry gave her an extra treat for reminding him of his other obligations - whether she meant to or not - and dashed from the room. Running in socked feet was always fun, as it was silent and had the added benefit of a good slide if you wished. Being in high spirits and late, Harry did so wish, thus resulting in him sliding through the kitchen door and almost right into Fred's back. Grinning cheekily, he patted the elder of the Weasley twins on the shoulder in greeting, before taking a surprised note of who all was in the room. Displaying a remarkable ability to lose his eyebrows in his hairline, Harry looked over at Hermione and stated bluntly, "If I didn't know better Hermione, I'd say this looks an awful lot like an underage Order meeting, two adults aside." And indeed, it did. The group gathered was pretty much all those who wanted involvement but were too 'young and inexperienced' to be allowed to do so. Some also happened to be among those Harry trusted to form a mini Anti-Umbridge movement in a fit of pique. Honestly, if he didn't know her better, he'd think Hermione was planning some sort of rebellion - and for adult support, Sirius and Tonks were the perfect choices. Sirius had a rebellious streak a mile wide - a thought that brought a grin to Harry's face and brought him to sit beside his godfather - while Tonks was just straight up cool in all aspects, and in some ways she acted like a kid herself. LATE POST D: Sorry mates!

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[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Hermione had been pacing for a while, mumbling under her breath, her thoughts piecing together as though it were a puzzle and the last piece was sitting in snugly, completing the picture. The voice of Ron was distant in her head, and although Hermione heard her name escaped between his lips, it passed in one ear and out the other. She was entirely focused on the fact that she was about to reveal something very un-Hermione like. For once her mind didn't stop and avert to pay attention to Ron. She was too immersed in thought and planning. She had rarely rebelled in her life unless it was absolutely necessary, and it had never been to this extreme. She was about to reach another level, and it was going to be a brilliant plan, in her mind at least. She just needed the support and assistance from her peers. Hermione had been doing some serious planning for months, and finally, it was going to come together into the master plan, the plan that would set off a rebellion about as large as Hermione figured Voldemort's follower group was becoming. She did not know who was involved with following Voldemort, or how many followers he had, but Hermione always imagined he had a fair few collected due to the fact that he was returning and many people were whispering about it.

Ginny's voice also came distantly, as did Tonks'. Hermione could barely hear them over the shouting of her thoughts in her head. She snapped to attention when Sirius came in, speaking more than she supposed the three who had entered before her had. She looked to Sirius, and a shy smile approached her lips. Hermione and Sirius had not started off as good friends, nor were they now, but Hermione had a lot more respect for him. There were days she still found him a tad dodgy, but for Harry's sake, she let that go. Hermione noted that Harry essentially idolized him, and let her guard down a bit more. Her hands were trembling slightly so Hermione crossed her arms, but she bit her lower lip, trying to keep quiet about everything until everyone had arrived. Harry finally arrived, and Hermione looked around at the assortment of people that had gathered simply by her word. Hermione breathed in deeply and exhaled, just as Harry spoke, causing her to laugh lightly. "Actually Harry, it is why we are here tonight. I've got something that i've been planning, and I want you all involved in it." Hermione said slowly, beginning to tease everyone about the plan she was going to reveal. It was something of proportions larger than anything else Hermione had planned, and from her perspective, it would alter all of their lives. She smiled brightly, her eyes mischievous, her heart ready to put everything on the line. Even if it meant coming to the worst possibility - breaking a rule.

Hermione began to explain to everyone at a normal pace, so she would not go super fast and confuse everyone standing in the room. "Everyone here dislikes Delores Umbridge. I've heard you all complain about her and her unnecessary ruling of Hogwarts as of late. She's forcing us to only read from books to learn defense mechanisms, and it is not working for many of us. She is weakening our abilities to duel properly by halting our practical skills in defensive magic. She is taking away our ability to fight." Hermione began, her face a complete look of frustration, worry, and bitterness. Hermione sighed. "I want to start a new front. A rebellion, of sorts. It will be an army, built up of willing Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students. We will teach defensive magic to these students to rebel against the Slytherins who adore Umbridge and her evil plans. I want us to practice this magic, and to be able to fight should the need arise. We are not benefiting from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. I can't go on anymore like this. It's absolutely dreadful to sit through her classes, and we are not learning what we need to survive should You-Know-Who return and try and kill everyone in his path to Harry." Hermione continued, telling her argument with a purpose, and hoping others would agree. She looked then to Harry. "I want you to lead it, Harry. You know more than most of us about defensive magic, you can help us." Hermione urged, pleading with him to take her story into consideration and hopefully agree to her cause.

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[ron]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: Future Defenders of Hogwarts ONE LAST THING: Post if you hate Umbridge!

Ron watched as more and more of his family and trusted adults arrived while Hermione kept pacing. They all asked the same question upon arrival and were met with the same stony silence. Ron just watched Hermione pace for a lack of a better entertainment. He wondered how many times she would pace until she finally spoke. Halfway through the arrivals, he began to county silently. One, two, three, four, five… He had reached nine when Hermione finally started to speak. The sound of her voice had surprised him so much that he forgot what number he was on. Oh well, not like that mattered. Of course she responded to Harry though…

As Hermione spoke, Ron decided this was probably the first time that Hermione was complaining ever about someone making her read a book. Well, really, the problem was not that Umbridge was making them read it was that she was not letting them use the knowledge gained from the books that upset Hermione. Ron found himself nodding along. Hermione was quite a good speaker. She had captured his attention at least, but he felt like saying, ‘So what?’ They all knew that Umbridge might actually be a worse professor than Quirrell or Lockhart or Not-Moody. Crikey, Ron realized just how bad his professors really were in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lupin was their only acceptable professor. Better than acceptable, Ron thought. As Hermione continued to speak, Ron spoke without realizing it, “An army?” He knew that he would get yelled at for talking out of turn, just like always, but those were the last words that Ron ever thought he’d hear come out of Hermione’s mouth. For a moment, he wondered if someone had cursed her, but then he realized she was just being Hermione. This was just like with the house elves. Hermione found a cause and she invested her everything into it. It was just reason why she was so great.

How did Ron feel about it? He was not sure. It seemed like a good idea to practice. They needed all of the practice they could get if they were to battle Death Eaters. But to do it right under Umbridge’s nose seemed to be asking for trouble. Yet Ron could tell, even with her confident tone, that if people did not back her up, she would be crushed. It was like SPEW all over again. Ron looked right at Hermione, “I think it’s a great idea.” His voice was not very loud, something uncharacteristic of him. He felt surprised that he even was speaking, but this was important.

tell me that we both matter dont we

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[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

Ginny stopped rolling her wand obnoxiously as more and more people started filing into the room. The first after her was Tonks, who looked confused. Ginny shrugged at her question, considering she didn't know what any of this was about yet. 'Mione wouldn't stop pacing, and it was making the whole room unsettling. The next to come in after Tonks was Harry's godfather, Sirius. He, unlike the others, wasn't questioning what was going on, but rather making statements of what she was probably calling them in for. Being such a wise man, he was spot on when he spoke of why Hermione seemed so anxious. "I think she's up to something." Ginny said, nodding her head at Sirius. Why else would she call them all in? For a cup of tea and biscuits? Highly unlikely. Of course, Sirius then sat as far away from the children he could, which Ginny chuckled inwardly at. He must be uncomfortable, considering the only adults in the room where him and Tonks.

George came in next, without Fred? It was odd, usually they were together all the time. He sat like an immature 17 year old with his feet on the table and everything. "Get your feet down," she said, smacking his leg and scolding him like, shiver, her mother. Ginny really had to stop spending so much bloody time with her. She merely glared at his question and turned back to the still pacing Hermione. What could she possibly be thinking of? Then Fred, or some creature that resembled Fred, walked through the door. "Looking good, Fred." she said sarcastically as she took in his sleepy demeanor. He never failed to be so obnoxious to her, even in greetings. Another asked question. The same question, but in a different form. This was getting to nerve wrecking. Someone had to get it out of her sooner or later, and sooner would be much, much better. When Harry came in, Ginny figured Hermione would finally tell them what in Merlin's name was going on.

Harry was able to loosen the tention a little, but still, Hermione looked like a reck. Ginny was fairly relieved, as she was sure the rest of them were, when 'Mione stopped pacing and actually spoke to them. Ginny grew more and more curious as Hermione mentioned that she did, indeed, come up with some brilliant plan. "An army?" she asked at the same exact time as Ron, a little shocked. It was a brilliant plan of course, but could a bunch of kids really form an effective army? "That's a brilliant idea! Of course Harry should be the leader!" He was the strongest and most experienced of the group, afterall. "We can invite all of our friends in too. Will the army have a name?" Ginny's thoguhts processed through her head at blinding speed. The thought of it all was rather exciting. "How about the D.A.? Lets make it stand for Dumbledore's Army, because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?

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Tell me if I jumped too far ahead.

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