Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Disclaim: I don't own any of the characters or places. They belong to the talented J.K. Rowling but the ideas are my own.

Chapter One : Decisions

Harry Potter

That was the first thing that came to mind when she thought of school. That was one of the main reasons she loved to return to Hogwarts. Hermione set her new Defence against the Dark Arts book down. She had bought it today at Diagon Ally. She had just finished reading the most interesting chapter about dueling, if her plans went as she planned then she would need that more then any other subject this year.

It pained her to think about what Harry had gone through just because Voldermort wanted him dead. For what reason was a mystery that she intended to solve this year? However she was content thinking about her daring; I actually kissed Harry Potter. She felt her cheeks redden deeply just thinking about it.

The headmaster Albus Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard of any age except Merlin himself. He was the only person that Voldermort was afraid of, everyone knew that but he was becoming more daring as his former supporters flocked to him. His Death Eaters were creating more problems for the wizarding world along with the muggle world, which her parents lived in.

Every day she thought of how smart Dumbledore was, he had started to make plans on how to fight the shadow that threatened to wash away the very existence of the muggles and any non-supporter. The fool of a Minister, Fudge, couldn't see what was plainly visible just beyond his nose. He kept denying the Death Eaters activities and the muggles that were being killed by some "mysterious" cause. It was obvious that Voldermort was gaining power, he showed this by destroying cities and killing innocent people using the killing curse. Those people were pitted against something that they could not face. In her experience magic was more deadly then any gun. For that reason alone she was going to extract revenge.

She would need help, oh yes, but finding someone that you can trust these days were like finding a needle in a haystack. Yet she knew of three people off the top of her head: Harry Potter, Ronald Wealsey, and Neville Longbottom. She had to start somewhere and here was as good a place as any, a small force is better then no force at all.

Dear Harry,

I was wondering if you would like to come to my house over the summer. Dumbledore said it would be okay. If all goes well Ron and Neville will be here also. Please this is an amazing important event concerning the shadow. I think you may like to hear me out.

I am begging you. I will pick you up in two days, the muggle way, as not to draw attention to myself. Ron and the others will be arriving about 5 days later. You probably know Ron is in Romania with his family seeing the dragons and Neville is visiting his parents.

Besides two weeks is a dreadfully long time to not be able to see you. I hope that you accept. If you have a hard time just say the word Snuggles and I'm sure they will see reason.

With love,

Hermione

She had already contacted the others, their owls having left a little earlier. Lying lazily on her bed she watched her owl, Griffin, fly off into the sky. Her thoughts were interrupted when her mother knocked on her door.

"Hermione, will you wash up for dinner? I expect your father will be home fairly shortly." With that she closed the door. The footsteps fainted down the hall and it was then that she noticed the mess her trunk was, wand and robes in disarray.

Hurriedly picking up all the contents she noticed that she had forgotten to return a book to the library, Dark Days of England. It was fascinating with whole chapters about the steps taken to prevent the Dark Lords, as they called themselves, from taking over the world. That was where her idea's origin came from. A group of wizards and witches had banded together to repel an attack on the muggle capitol, London.

With her room in order she once again checked to see if her wand was in her sleeve. She now felt empty without it after four years. Besides it gave her a feeling of safety, just in case. She trotted of to the bathroom. As she finished washing her hands the door bell sounded. It's chime like a thousands bells, bells that were amplified.

She flew down the stairs to see who was there at this time. All her family friend's knew that at 6:30pm the Grangers always had dinner. As she opened the door she saw a tall man looming there, his face covered by a hood. Her hands froze in terror as he slowly pushed open the door.

"You must be Hermione Granger." His voice was silky smooth, but in it there somehow a razor sharp edge.

"That is who I am." She was proud of the fact that her voice didn't sound shaky. "And may I ask the same question of you?"

His reply was as simple as his grey cloak, "Death." He raised his wand and struck out, "Avadra Kedevra." A green light exploded from the end. Hermione had excpected something of this sort and threw herself behind the couch. The wall was blasted leaving a hole in it. She had a feeling that it was aimed to where her head had been. That was when it struck her, she was being attacked by a Death Eater.

Before she knew it her wand was in her hand and the words forming on her tongue. "Petrificus Totalus" The spell had hit him dead in the middle. His legs jerked together rigidly, arms snapping to his side, he fell. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion, his head smashed against the table knocking his head forward and sending vases flying. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

She looked around the room and saw the destruction that their fight had caused. There was a hole in the wall and the vases shattered. Nothing compared to the man that lay on the floor. The bits of vase had punctured his skin causing no more then flesh wounds but he looked a mess.

Her mother slowly came into the room peering around the corner. "Her-Hermi-one what was that?" That was when she saw the man that lay on the floor. She fainted with surprise.

What to do with the man that lay on the floor, that was the question. She closed the front door and then sat on the couch. If I could get some information about the plans of Voldermort it would be worth the trouble of keeping him. On the other hand Dumbledore could have used his information the same or more. But he was not here. Live in the moment and if the price paid is worth the task then seize the opportunity. That was the advise he given her before she boarded the train to come home.

Her wand still in her hand she muttered the levitation charm and floated the man into the closet. His wand was still on the ground, she snapped it. "Now I need to think of safety," she thought to herself, "he can disappear using Apearation." With that she said aloud in a strong voice, "Apearatuim Influx."

With the situation in her grasp she merrily set out to fix the room that had been destroyed.