Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix
Disclaimer: I am not insane. I would only claim to own Harry Potter if I wanted my broke arse sued. I do own Melody, Faith, Grace, Alan, Hope, Joy
and Jamie and the like.
Author's Note: Unfortunately I do live vicariously through my characters. This idea has been running around in my head forever. This is the story
that matches up with "Prologue...". Read and enjoy!!!! (Pardon me; I'm
exclamation point happy.)
Dedication: To Jordan, whom I've converted and Lynsey, who I'm working on.
Chapter 1:
There Goes The Neighborhood
"Look out for women. You never know whether they're going to scream, or
faint, or go for the gun."
Mustang Man, Louis L'amour
Harry Potter could have sighed with relief. The past two and a half weeks had been completely trouble free. Unless you counted the arrival of his God mother and two God sisters... Then there was Ron and Hermione who were fighting worse then ever... His God father's odd behavior around his God mother... Voldemort's low profile... Adamantly avoiding Ginny Weasley at all costs... Oh, and there was the small matter of forming The Order of
the Phoenix with his two God sisters, the four youngest Weasleys and
Hermione.
The Order of the Phoenix was a group of young people who were trying to do their part to help defeat Voldemort. Of course right now, they only had eight members, all the founding ones, but that wasn't important. It had been his idea, with the help of Hermione and Ron. They had thought that it wasn't fair for some people to be working on getting rid of the recently arisen Dark Lord, while the rest of them sat back on our duffs. So they had come up with all sorts of ideas, and the final one had stuck. A group of young people, who were going to do their part.
It had somehow become immensely complicated. The girls had gone to junk shops and second hand jewelry stores looking for pieces of jewelry with phoenixes on them while they had been shopping for new school supplies.
Hermione had run through the Weasley's library as well as her own until she found a book that told them how to make Portkeys. She had practiced on several objects, until she got it right. Now their phoenixes were also Portkeys, which would take them to the destination of the meeting whenever one was called. It also acted as a normal Portkey, taking them to where ever they wanted. Harry's own was a rather heavy red amulet, which had a phoenix engraved on it.
But other than that he'd been having no trouble what so ever. None at all. Of course that was before Faith decided to talk her mother and father into moving into Black Manor.
"Oh come on Mom! You know you want to! And you'll need help! Remus said it's a complete disaster area and--"
"No." Sirius crossed his arms firmly in front of his chest, "Your mother said no."
"No one asked you Sirius." Faith rolled her eyes at her father and pushed him aside, looking her mother in the eye, "Please Mom! Please! If I have to live there, I want to pick my own room."
"Faith, you don't really have a choice on where to live, now do you? You burnt the house down like it was a candle!" Melody stared at her daughter, "And apologize to your father. You shouldn't disrespect him." Faith once again rolled her eyes.
Harry had not noticed Melody's slight English accent when she arrived, it had been hidden beneath her fake American inflection for fourteen years. However, it appeared that in the presence of so many people from her native land brought the accent back out, and it became more prominent with each passing day.
"Don't I deserve a little respect? Don't I deserve to have some say in this? I don't even understand why you won't let us move in yet!" Faith's accent was still distinctly American.
"If I thought you would listen, I would send you to your sleeping bag," Sirius muttered.
"And that's another thing! Mom, I'm sleeping outside! As in no roof over my head! Harry and Ron almost drowned last night. The twins had to drag Ron in because they couldn't wake him up!"
Harry was finding this all very amusing.
"Faith, it is going to be a lot of work cleaning that place up. You heard Moony; it's a hellhole right now. No one has kept up on the cleaning because Sirius set all the house elves free when we went into hiding. It is going to take me ages to get it livable."
"Then we should help! We'll be living there too!"
"I know you will all be living there and it would be nice to have Harry help carry things..."
"Please Mom?"
Then Faith did something so radical, Harry thought he was going to have a heart attack. "Sirius, please? Talk some sense into her. Please? For your eldest daughter?" The look on Sirius face was priceless. Harry wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere right now other than where he was at present.
"Melody, you know... I think she's right. You would have more help and--"
"Have you always been this easy to butter up Sirius Black?"
Sirius blinked stupidly. "I don't know what you're talking about Mella. I only get buttered up for you." Mushiness ensued. Harry and Faith tried not to throw up.
"All right!" Melanie laughed and pulled herself free from Sirius' grasp, "Okay! We'll move in tomorrow."
Harry was beginning to wonder how he got into this mess.
Over the rest of Harry's vacation, furniture was moved, rooms arranged and mishaps well... happened. Things were broken, not very many of them mended, and there were several arguments. Every day ended with at least one person injured, either physically, or mentally.
"Move that to the left. No Sirius, your other left. There we go. Just a little bit more... Faith watch out for that...!" Crash. "...vase." Melody put her face into her hand, shaking her head back and forth, "This isn't working."
"Why aren't we using magic?" Ron asked from behind her, carrying a stack of linens and pillows.
"Because Sirius is still a fugitive Ron. As far as the Ministry knows this house is vacant. If any magic is done a swarm of Aurors will descend upon this house faster than you can say Firebolt." Melody tried to keep the tension out of her voice.
"Firebolt. What about Firebolts?" Grace asked from behind the night table she and Ginny were carrying.
"Nothing darling. Nothing at all," Melody sighed with the air of a woman trapped in a house with mentally unbalanced people.
"Ron, stop being a prat and come help us with this dresser," Faith called from her end. "This house is dull enough without adding your stupidity into the mixture."
"I now know why Fred and George like you so much," Ron grumbled, handing his load to Melody and helping the older girl.
"Oh, I'm sure there are more reasons than the fact that I can order you around like a drill sergeant."
"And what else might have brought them to take a liking to you?"
"I... can pull a really good prank."
***
A week and a half later, Harry was beginning to wonder what looked worse. The house before moving in, or the house after moving in. Then he decided
there was too much junk to tell.
"My motor bikes are still out here!" Sirius called from the backyard.
"Oh, Lord, help us," Melody sighed.
There were the boxes Sirius had pulled out of the attic. The tools strewn all over the back hall. Faith's books, which you were constantly tripping over, even if you were in your own room. And then there were the guests.
Since the Floo system had never been shut down to Black Manor, it was in full use now that Harry and Ron had spent three days cleaning every fireplace. Melody had gone to the Ministry along with Faith, now the Mistress of Black Manor, and done a lot of paperwork.
Ginny was practically living in Grace's room, so it was becoming harder and harder to avoid her. Consequently Harry spent quite a few nights at the Burrow, and Ron would stay with Harry whenever he decided to stay at Black Manor. Remus had become a permanent fixture on Faith's insistence and you never knew where you were to find him. And then there was the fact that there were more often then not strange noises and curses coming from Faith's room at all hours of the night.
When Harry asked Sirius if things here had always been so cluttered and disorganized Sirius had shaken his head in the negative. "No Harry, it used to be much worse." Harry found this hard to believe, and he never doubted Sirius' word. He didn't blame anyone for the mess. It was everyone's fault... except maybe Melody's.
***
Sirius had left the night before, needing to run a few errands, and feeling slightly uneasy about putting them all in danger. Melody hadn't been happy at all and she had cried quietly for several hours after he had left and Faith and Remus had to help her to bed. Grace had voiced her opinion about
him leaving very loudly; it had ended with her running up the center staircase and slamming her bedroom door. Faith had simply replaced the ice mask that had nearly dissolved over the short time she had spent with her biological father. Harry, having been through this before, had given him a quick hug and stood beside Remus who had done the same. Then Padfoot had
quickly run off into the black night.
Harry was sitting on the balcony that led from his room when Melody knocked on his door. Harry jumped up, almost falling as he ran the distance to the door. "Yes?"
"Can I come in?" Harry nodded and motioned her in. "Have you packed?"
He nodded once more. Tomorrow they would wake early and make their way to Platform nine and three quarters for the trip to Hogwarts. "Yes, I just finished."
"Good. Good." Melody fingered the bedspread.
"Melody, was there something you wanted?" Harry looked at his God mother questioningly. She shook her head slowly.
"I believe the question that should be asked is, what do you want?" Harry had the urge to say something crazy, like that he wanted Voldemort to drop off the face of the planet. He wanted his parents alive. He wanted to know what Faith was doing every night and why it created so much noise. He wanted to not blush in front of Ginny Weasley anymore. He wanted Sirius to no longer be a fugitive. He really wanted Ron and Hermione to stop bickering.
"I want just what I have," Harry said calmly. Looking up at Melody, he squeezed her hand. "Thank you." Melody smiled.
"No Harry, thank you." Standing up, she kissed his forehead. "You should go to sleep. We have got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. It has been a long time since I've had to go to nine and three quarters."
To Be Continued....
Disclaimer: I am not insane. I would only claim to own Harry Potter if I wanted my broke arse sued. I do own Melody, Faith, Grace, Alan, Hope, Joy
and Jamie and the like.
Author's Note: Unfortunately I do live vicariously through my characters. This idea has been running around in my head forever. This is the story
that matches up with "Prologue...". Read and enjoy!!!! (Pardon me; I'm
exclamation point happy.)
Dedication: To Jordan, whom I've converted and Lynsey, who I'm working on.
Chapter 1:
There Goes The Neighborhood
"Look out for women. You never know whether they're going to scream, or
faint, or go for the gun."
Mustang Man, Louis L'amour
Harry Potter could have sighed with relief. The past two and a half weeks had been completely trouble free. Unless you counted the arrival of his God mother and two God sisters... Then there was Ron and Hermione who were fighting worse then ever... His God father's odd behavior around his God mother... Voldemort's low profile... Adamantly avoiding Ginny Weasley at all costs... Oh, and there was the small matter of forming The Order of
the Phoenix with his two God sisters, the four youngest Weasleys and
Hermione.
The Order of the Phoenix was a group of young people who were trying to do their part to help defeat Voldemort. Of course right now, they only had eight members, all the founding ones, but that wasn't important. It had been his idea, with the help of Hermione and Ron. They had thought that it wasn't fair for some people to be working on getting rid of the recently arisen Dark Lord, while the rest of them sat back on our duffs. So they had come up with all sorts of ideas, and the final one had stuck. A group of young people, who were going to do their part.
It had somehow become immensely complicated. The girls had gone to junk shops and second hand jewelry stores looking for pieces of jewelry with phoenixes on them while they had been shopping for new school supplies.
Hermione had run through the Weasley's library as well as her own until she found a book that told them how to make Portkeys. She had practiced on several objects, until she got it right. Now their phoenixes were also Portkeys, which would take them to the destination of the meeting whenever one was called. It also acted as a normal Portkey, taking them to where ever they wanted. Harry's own was a rather heavy red amulet, which had a phoenix engraved on it.
But other than that he'd been having no trouble what so ever. None at all. Of course that was before Faith decided to talk her mother and father into moving into Black Manor.
"Oh come on Mom! You know you want to! And you'll need help! Remus said it's a complete disaster area and--"
"No." Sirius crossed his arms firmly in front of his chest, "Your mother said no."
"No one asked you Sirius." Faith rolled her eyes at her father and pushed him aside, looking her mother in the eye, "Please Mom! Please! If I have to live there, I want to pick my own room."
"Faith, you don't really have a choice on where to live, now do you? You burnt the house down like it was a candle!" Melody stared at her daughter, "And apologize to your father. You shouldn't disrespect him." Faith once again rolled her eyes.
Harry had not noticed Melody's slight English accent when she arrived, it had been hidden beneath her fake American inflection for fourteen years. However, it appeared that in the presence of so many people from her native land brought the accent back out, and it became more prominent with each passing day.
"Don't I deserve a little respect? Don't I deserve to have some say in this? I don't even understand why you won't let us move in yet!" Faith's accent was still distinctly American.
"If I thought you would listen, I would send you to your sleeping bag," Sirius muttered.
"And that's another thing! Mom, I'm sleeping outside! As in no roof over my head! Harry and Ron almost drowned last night. The twins had to drag Ron in because they couldn't wake him up!"
Harry was finding this all very amusing.
"Faith, it is going to be a lot of work cleaning that place up. You heard Moony; it's a hellhole right now. No one has kept up on the cleaning because Sirius set all the house elves free when we went into hiding. It is going to take me ages to get it livable."
"Then we should help! We'll be living there too!"
"I know you will all be living there and it would be nice to have Harry help carry things..."
"Please Mom?"
Then Faith did something so radical, Harry thought he was going to have a heart attack. "Sirius, please? Talk some sense into her. Please? For your eldest daughter?" The look on Sirius face was priceless. Harry wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere right now other than where he was at present.
"Melody, you know... I think she's right. You would have more help and--"
"Have you always been this easy to butter up Sirius Black?"
Sirius blinked stupidly. "I don't know what you're talking about Mella. I only get buttered up for you." Mushiness ensued. Harry and Faith tried not to throw up.
"All right!" Melanie laughed and pulled herself free from Sirius' grasp, "Okay! We'll move in tomorrow."
Harry was beginning to wonder how he got into this mess.
Over the rest of Harry's vacation, furniture was moved, rooms arranged and mishaps well... happened. Things were broken, not very many of them mended, and there were several arguments. Every day ended with at least one person injured, either physically, or mentally.
"Move that to the left. No Sirius, your other left. There we go. Just a little bit more... Faith watch out for that...!" Crash. "...vase." Melody put her face into her hand, shaking her head back and forth, "This isn't working."
"Why aren't we using magic?" Ron asked from behind her, carrying a stack of linens and pillows.
"Because Sirius is still a fugitive Ron. As far as the Ministry knows this house is vacant. If any magic is done a swarm of Aurors will descend upon this house faster than you can say Firebolt." Melody tried to keep the tension out of her voice.
"Firebolt. What about Firebolts?" Grace asked from behind the night table she and Ginny were carrying.
"Nothing darling. Nothing at all," Melody sighed with the air of a woman trapped in a house with mentally unbalanced people.
"Ron, stop being a prat and come help us with this dresser," Faith called from her end. "This house is dull enough without adding your stupidity into the mixture."
"I now know why Fred and George like you so much," Ron grumbled, handing his load to Melody and helping the older girl.
"Oh, I'm sure there are more reasons than the fact that I can order you around like a drill sergeant."
"And what else might have brought them to take a liking to you?"
"I... can pull a really good prank."
***
A week and a half later, Harry was beginning to wonder what looked worse. The house before moving in, or the house after moving in. Then he decided
there was too much junk to tell.
"My motor bikes are still out here!" Sirius called from the backyard.
"Oh, Lord, help us," Melody sighed.
There were the boxes Sirius had pulled out of the attic. The tools strewn all over the back hall. Faith's books, which you were constantly tripping over, even if you were in your own room. And then there were the guests.
Since the Floo system had never been shut down to Black Manor, it was in full use now that Harry and Ron had spent three days cleaning every fireplace. Melody had gone to the Ministry along with Faith, now the Mistress of Black Manor, and done a lot of paperwork.
Ginny was practically living in Grace's room, so it was becoming harder and harder to avoid her. Consequently Harry spent quite a few nights at the Burrow, and Ron would stay with Harry whenever he decided to stay at Black Manor. Remus had become a permanent fixture on Faith's insistence and you never knew where you were to find him. And then there was the fact that there were more often then not strange noises and curses coming from Faith's room at all hours of the night.
When Harry asked Sirius if things here had always been so cluttered and disorganized Sirius had shaken his head in the negative. "No Harry, it used to be much worse." Harry found this hard to believe, and he never doubted Sirius' word. He didn't blame anyone for the mess. It was everyone's fault... except maybe Melody's.
***
Sirius had left the night before, needing to run a few errands, and feeling slightly uneasy about putting them all in danger. Melody hadn't been happy at all and she had cried quietly for several hours after he had left and Faith and Remus had to help her to bed. Grace had voiced her opinion about
him leaving very loudly; it had ended with her running up the center staircase and slamming her bedroom door. Faith had simply replaced the ice mask that had nearly dissolved over the short time she had spent with her biological father. Harry, having been through this before, had given him a quick hug and stood beside Remus who had done the same. Then Padfoot had
quickly run off into the black night.
Harry was sitting on the balcony that led from his room when Melody knocked on his door. Harry jumped up, almost falling as he ran the distance to the door. "Yes?"
"Can I come in?" Harry nodded and motioned her in. "Have you packed?"
He nodded once more. Tomorrow they would wake early and make their way to Platform nine and three quarters for the trip to Hogwarts. "Yes, I just finished."
"Good. Good." Melody fingered the bedspread.
"Melody, was there something you wanted?" Harry looked at his God mother questioningly. She shook her head slowly.
"I believe the question that should be asked is, what do you want?" Harry had the urge to say something crazy, like that he wanted Voldemort to drop off the face of the planet. He wanted his parents alive. He wanted to know what Faith was doing every night and why it created so much noise. He wanted to not blush in front of Ginny Weasley anymore. He wanted Sirius to no longer be a fugitive. He really wanted Ron and Hermione to stop bickering.
"I want just what I have," Harry said calmly. Looking up at Melody, he squeezed her hand. "Thank you." Melody smiled.
"No Harry, thank you." Standing up, she kissed his forehead. "You should go to sleep. We have got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. It has been a long time since I've had to go to nine and three quarters."
To Be Continued....