WHO: Lord Voldemort, James, Lily, and Harry Potter
WHAT: Peter has betrayed the Potters, and Voldemort has broken the Fidelius Charm.
WHERE: Godric's Hollow
WHEN: Halloween Night, 1981
STATUS: In Progress
NOTES: All the Voldemort part is straight from DH, and the rest of the dialogue is from the books too.

( He had waited for this, he had hoped for it... )

Balancing a child in one arm and a pie in the other was no easy task--- Alice had mastered it wonderfully, and for that Frank felt guiltily jealous. Plus, to add to that chaos, Frank was very certain James had no idea of their arrival, meaning Frank would have to knock, despite having no free hands to do so. There was no room for dropping, here, either. Keeping that in mind, Frank stood, with Neville wiggling every few seconds, contemplating how to get around this issue.

It only took a few moments before Frank began to start kicking the door with his left foot. Though, he knew he shouldn't be acting this way, highly inappropriate. Their visit was no under such light pretenses, in fact it was anything but. Dumbledore had contacted him and Alice earlier this morning, leaving little speculation to certain--- things. If it were possible, everything had become even more serious concerning their two sons, and-- hence the pie. Personally, Frank didn't really feel it was necessary, but Alice had insisted, so here it was.

Upon hearing footsteps from the other side of the door, Frank stopped kicking and straightened himself up. "Frank Longbottom," he spoke in a much more serious tone. After dealing with all the different wards the Potters had in place, after a while it became easier to remember what was necessary to get through them. "And Neville Longbottom," he added in hastily a few seconds later. There hadn't been a lot of Neville traveling outside of the house lately. But this was a special circumstance.

I'm hearing reports of a blackout? I was just in town---is everyone all right? Fuck--should we send people out? Message me back, Lily and I will keep a tally!

It was a beautiful funeral, as funerals go.

Miranda puffed her cheeks, hunched forward with her hands clasped between her knees. She felt like a child, stuck at an adult party and forced to sit on the couch in silence until it was time to go. There were things she could be doing, that she was supposed to be doing, but Miranda couldn't get herself up off the couch. How were people able to stand around and talk, and eat, and---some were even laughing. They had just buried their friends, their family, and now, apparently, it was time to eat off of trays and share stories and start talking about this funky smell that was coming from---

She let out a long breath and slumped back into the couch, putting a hand to her forehead to try and numb the headache she'd had for the past two days. For the past few months she'd had this constant throbbing in her skull and it didn't look like it was going away any time soon. Miranda stretched out her legs, knowing that she would have to stay at this gathering of funeral attendees until the last of the guests left. She was like family to Madam Rosemerta, she had to stay.

The sarcastic thought made Miranda's chest hitch and her hand slipped to cover her eyes to hopefully stop herself from crying again.

She hadn't wanted to bring this up with James until she was completely sure that they had something concrete and that Frank could move into legal action, but seeing James post like that -- so angry -- had made her move into action. Between him and Sturgis she was going to slit her own goddamn wrists, so the least she could do was cheer them up the way she knew how.

With James, it meant beer and cigars (even if she'd never seen him smoke -- boys would at least smoke them even if they'd never done it before) and telling him about the suspicious activity she and Frank had seen when they'd arrived at the scene of Mr. Potter's death.

She pushed the door to the Order house open with her hip and closed the door behind her, making sure it was locked before she headed into the hallway and tried to find James.

She ended up dropping the beer (cold, charmed to stay that way for at least six hours) and cigars onto the table in a somewhat messy pile.

"So."

WHO: James, Lily, Harry, and Charlus Potter (family times :[)
WHAT: The Potters are getting ready to leave to their new hideout, but their location is revealed!
WHERE: Hidden spot!
WHEN: Now now now!

( She managed to turn her back and an orange beam slammed into her right shoulder, right in the space where her son had been a split second before. )

WHO: James Potter and Andre Jordan
WHAT: A healer lesson goes wrong when Andre gets the shakes!
WHERE: Order House
WHEN: Er! Last week or so?

( Because I nor anyone else I know at Mungo's has any idea whats going on and nothings working and I'm starting to think that I'm pretty much screwed here )

It was best to take matters into his own hands. The Order of the Phoenix had been infiltrated, and to calm the nerves of its members, Albus was going to meet with each one to manage a questioning of sorts. Auror Longbottom had used the word 'interrogation' but until he could find answers, Albus was going to believe in the group he had put together. While he wasn't naive, he did know how easily people could be corrupted, he had faith in the members of the Order, knowing that they had all always shown great strength when it came to making choices between right and wrong.

He sent out a patronus to one member at a time, not wanting to create a crowd in the house for that would only cause to build more tension. Dumbledore knew that the war did not seem to be turning in their favor, but while he was a man who loved to find answers, he always had a faith that would allow him to do so. He sat in the kitchen area, going over some final reports that his professors had finished while he waited for the next Order member to arrive.

The tentative footsteps approached the table and Dumbledore kept his head bowed for a moment before lifting his gaze up to meet the next Order member.

"Have a seat. Would you like a lemon drop?" He pushed the candy dish across the table.

( OOC )

EMMELINE'S PATRONUS HAS BEEN DUBBED, SIR CATFACE MEOWMERS.

Potters are hosting the Christmas party at headquarters, yes, yes? I knew you'd all agree.

James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

( OOC )