the_debt_of_time

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?"
Sirius asked. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right
to know what's been happen―"
Sirius never finished his thought as the twins burst into the conversation.
"Hang on!"
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?"
"Harry's not even of age!"
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," Sirius said calmly.
"That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand―"
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" Mrs Weasley commanded
sharply. Her normally kindly face looked dangerous, and Hermione flinched a little in
response. She noted that Ron and Ginny did as well, likely aware of the anger that their
mother's tone implied. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"
"Which bit?" Sirius asked politely, but the edges of his tone sounded like they were
coated with steel, as though preparing to fight.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly as she recognised that look on his face. That same
dangerous glint in those pale grey eyes that she had seen when he had been punishing
Mundungus. Her heart thudded. She might have expected it to have been out of fear, but
she felt her cheeks warm over as well and a strange thought occurred to her: Am I
attracted—? No! That's preposterous!
"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know," Mrs Weasley specified,
placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words.
"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly," Sirius said. "But
as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back, he has more right than most to―"
But Mrs Weasley cut him off once more. "He's not a member of the Order of the
Phoenix! He's only fifteen and―"
"And he's dealt with as much as most in the Order," Sirius said with a growl. "And
more than some―"
"No one's denying what he's done!" Mrs Weasley yelled, her fists trembling on the
arms of her chair. "But he's still―"
"He's not a child!" Sirius barked impatiently.