"Just giving you the history, mate. One thing isn't the other, is all." The Order and the DA were separate, save for sharing a few younger members.
Sirius listened to him talk, and then grunted. "You and me both, mate. Getting really bloody tired of doing nothing." Sirius clasped his hands, leaning forward. "So that's about right. You know about the phone line - there's a radio show some of our people put out to try to combat the nonsense the Prophet is printing. The break of Azkaban a bit ago - that was the Death Eaters, springing their own out after he was a stupid sod who got caught."
He shook his head. "Honestly? We're running blind. Most of us were around the first time He pulled this shite, but we were losing until. . . someone sold us out, and then had a change of heart about it." Sirius grunted, never comfortable talking about Peter. "Now we're trying to bring in new blood, and running safehouses for muggleborns and their families. The Ministry went down in one night. Dozen or more dead that night, more over the next few weeks. They're passing new laws every other day and we've got people being forced to come in for registration, or yanked out of their homes. Your roommate, if he doesn't know then he's got to be Obliviated, or something like it. Or Imperio'd, we've had a few reports of that."