Accounts of the Noble Members of the Order of the Phoenix
Diclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the Order of the Phoenix, or any of it's members. Hell, I don't own anything, not even the pen : used to plan this Fic. Kinda sad when you think about it.
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Sirius Orion Black, it's the name I despise. Everything about it reminds me of a hateful home, a hateful family. All of them with their pureblood mania. Up to their eyeballs, drowning in dark arts, trying to take me down with them. Pushing, pulling at me trying to dictate my life, making me follow blindly along. Well this will be a treat for them. I've joined the Order of the Phoenix. Some would, and probably do, think this decision is a stupid one but I have my reasons and I really couldn't care less what people, who don't know anything about me, think.
You-know-who is coming into power. Has been for years, but we seldom didn't care, we were kids, having fun, playing pranks, watching Prongs trying to get Lily to go out with him. We didn't read the Prophet, we didn't recognize the people who were dying everyday as being people we should care about. If we ever got word that a classmate of ours had relatives who had cooped it, we'd try our best to cheer them up, joke around, try and paint a smile on their faces, sometimes we were successful, but more often then not we slumped our shoulders and walked away defeated. We didn't understand what they were going through. Now we do.
Mr. and Mrs. Potter, were like parents to me. They were James' mum and dad, they were kind to everyone. Remus and Peter liked them too, even Lily, though she only met them on a few occasions. When James and Lily apparated themselves to my flat, tears running down Lily's pretty face, James' face cold and stony, I knew something bad happened. When James told me You-Know-Who's followers killed him mum and dad, I didn't cry. Not in front of him anyway. My face grew hot, and I remember thrashing around, throwing objects to the floor, watching them smash, glass littering the floor. James trying to control me, trying to stop me from spazing, but only halfheartedly, because Lily was there. Had she not been, I expect he'd have joined in, and helped me repairo everything once we let off enough steam, but not wanting to frighten Lily he stayed in control. The sensible voice in the back of my mind told me to stop but I couldn't. They were the only parents that ever showed me love, and now they were gone. Because of You-Know-Bloody-Who.
The anger surged through my veins. Only after Remus apparated over, for reasons unknown, did I stop, and sit down. Remus has a calming effect on everyone, he kind of makes you feel ashamed you've done anything. Then James told him what had happened, and Remus' face of forced calm and sadness was the only emotion he showed, he didnt say sorry, or anything. No one said anything, not a word all night. We stayed up all night, Lily stopped crying around 1 in the morning. Our moment of silence was more than a moment, because it was more than a moment the Potters deserved. When the dawn light streamed through my apartment windows was when everyone was lifted from their trance. Remus and Lily repaired all my possesions, James and I went into the kitchen to make breakfast, even though we knew no one would eat much. It was then James told me about the Order of the Phoenix, a secret society formed by Dumbledore to bring about the downfall of You-Know-Who. It was probably in that moment that we grew up, we became men when we agreed to join the Order, to avenge not only our mum and dad but everyone's loved ones. We had grown up, and it only took 19 years.
During breakfast we told Remus and Lily our plans, they immediately wanted in as well. James had a fight with Lily, about "not letting my wife die," but Lily would not have any of it. In the middle of their fight Peter came a knocking on my door. Remus let him in. Remus also informed him of what had happened to the Potters, when Lilly took a breather Peter quickly but sincerely told James how sorry he was. James nodded to him, to show he heard, then continued to fight with Lily about the Order of the Phoenix. When Peter heard that all of the Marauders were joining, he quickly agreed to as well. After James and Lily shouted themselves hoarse, Lily won and was going to join as well. We handed our lives to a noble cause.
No body knows it but I had other reasons for joining as well. No one, not even James knows what my ulterior motives were. I wanted to help with the downfall of a dark wizard, yes but there was more to it than that, it was getting rid of the message he stood for. The message that was Pureblood's were better than any other living being on the planet. The message that had been hammered over and over again into my head when I was a child. Instead of embracing the idea, I was pushed away from it, rebelled from it. I started out as befriending the muggle neighbors next door. Then by getting sorted into Gryffindor, though I had no control over that, and it ended when I ran away when I was fifteen after a deafening fight with my "real" parents.
I have a match to settle with my parents, with You-Know-Who. They took my brother, Regulus. Took him as a follower, as someone who could be easily rearranged into what they want. Regulus and I had been close when we were younger, really close now that I think back. Then, I dunno, something changed, I expect it happened when I first went to Hogwarts and it was just him stuck at home with my mum for a year. Reg didn't have anyone to play with him, anyone to curb him away from our malicious parents, he didn't have me there making faces while mum ran off at the mouth. He was left in the company of dear old mum, who turned him against me, who brainwashed him, as I'm sure she was brainwashed by her parents into believing the lies of purebloods.
The only family I ever acknowledged from that house was Regulus, he was my brother, my friend, my partner in crime whilst at home, then suddenly, he wasn't anymore. His childhood was lost because of this idea that You-Know-Who believes. I'm fighting for him, 'cause even though he turned against me, even though he called me a blood traitor and told me he hated me, he was my brother, and I'd do anything to get him back. Anything.
Black. It's the name I despise, the name I can't hate, the name I'm fighting for...
