Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was no longer a boy. Over his long life, he had faced everything a man could face. He was a neglected child, a troubled teen, the saviour of the Wizarding World, a top class Auror, a husband, a parent, a Professor, a head of house and now, at the ripe old age of 70 he was a grandfather of five and Headmaster at the most famous School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world. Hogwarts.

Over the years he had become one of the most respected people in the Wizarding World. Not just for vanquishing the Dark Lord but also for working tirelessly as the best Auror in the business, rounding up all remaining Death Eaters. Once every single Death Eater was in Azkaban, Harry handed in his resignation and took up the post as Professor of Defense Against The Dark Arts. Overall this was a choice commended by the public, every single person in Britain was thrilled that Harry Potter would be teaching their children, or themselves, how to protect themselves. Well, not every single person. There was one person in particular that thought there could not have been a worse choice. Lily Luna Potter, at the time was aged 15 and had just entered her fifth year at Hogwarts. While the whole school rejoiced at the newly appointed Professor, Lily could not think of anyone worse to teach the subject and ruin her whole life, than her father. The matter was only made worse when just as Lily's final year was to begin the current Head of her House retired, leaving the spot for Head of Gryffindor House open, Minerva McGonagall, now Headmistress did not give the appointment a second thought, immediately appointing her colleague and old student, Harry. When Minerva retired herself, nearly 10 years later the Governors acting similarly to her, appointing Harry Potter as Headmaster without a second thought. And this is where Harry is now.

Harry sat in his office, thinking about his life. He had been Headmaster for twenty seven years. He had seen thousands of students pass through the halls. Children and even grandchildren of the friends he went to school with. He'd even witnessed three of his own grandchildren walk in through the main entrance aged eleven and back out again aged seventeen. He was still witnessing the remaining two of his grandchildren walk through these halls. He thought back to his days at school, daily life of learning to turn hedgehogs into pin cushions, brewing the perfect potion for boils, charming feathers to float above them. All while a murderer lurked on the outside of the walls. He remembered everything from those years. How it felt to have everyone watching him, the atmosphere of the whole Wizarding World, the fog the dementors created and even the fear emanating from the first years who had just realised the intensity of the situation. And while he hadn't experienced those feelings for a long time, as he sat at his desk and thought about it, fear set it.

He looked out of his window, a spectacular view across the lake. He could see the forest, the giant squid and the tomb of his old mentor. He glanced up at the Portrait of Albus Dumbledore and watched him sleeping in his chair for a while until his eyes brought him back to the window. Something is happening out there. It feels the same. Harry for the life of him could not think what had brought on this feeling. Perhaps it was just that he was remembering the old days.

A beautiful woman walked through a door at the back of his office. Though she was now much older now Harry could still see the beautiful woman she once was. An involuntary smile swept across his face as Ginny smiled back at him.

'Harry, have you seen the Prophet today?' She said, the smile vanishing from her face, he only noticed now that she was carrying the paper in question in her hand. He shook his head and reached his arm out to take the paper, she handed it to him, gave him a slight kiss on the cheek and perched herself on his desk. Harry unfolded the paper and read the front page.

Dark Times Ahead?

Mystery Disappearances. 'Unexplainable' Muggle Deaths. Is History Repeating Itself?

After many years of peace, it has come to the attention of many that there may once more be a new Dark Lord approaching us. Though we have no confirmation, the signs are all too familiar. Mysterious disappearances, for example, over the past year four Ministry employees have mysteriously disappeared, leaving no sign of a struggle at their house. One Ministry employee says 'Although we don't know for certain that there is anything evil going on here, it is suspicious that four people have disappeared, we have of course checked their homes and friends and relatives homes, no one has seen them, nothing is missing from their houses like clothes or anything. It really is like they have disappeared off the face of the Earth.'

Of course, we cannot say that there is a Dark Wizard behind these actions, they may all just be a coincidence that they happened so close together but there is also the case of the sudden rise in 'Unexplainable' Muggle deaths. We do know that these deaths are not 'Unexplainables' and are in fact the result of the Killing Curse. The Minister for Magic has made a statement about these 'The sudden rise in Muggle deaths caused by the Killing Curse is definitely something we are looking in to, we cannot say if these are all the result of one person but for now it does look as if they are linked. We will of course, keep you updated as soon as we hear anything from the Muggle 'Policemen' or from our Aurors.' Kingsley Shacklebolt, who recently became the longest running Minister after being re-elected to a total of fifty-three years in office, seems not to be too phased by the situation at hand and strongly suggests that we, too, do not get ourselves concerned.

'Do you think what they're saying is true Harry? Do you think it's going to happen again?' Ginny looked worried, Harry put the paper on the desk and moved his chair outwards, Ginny slid off the desk and onto his lap.

'Don't be too concerned, it was a very strange set of conditions that led to the situation between myself and Voldemort, nothing like that will happen again.' Harry stroked Ginny's cheek, over the years he had learnt this was one of the few ways to calm her down.

'I don't mean the whole 'Boy-Who-Lived' thing, Harry! I mean, do you think a mass murderer is going to try and take over the world again!' Ginny was becoming angry, Harry could tell by the red flush appearing in her cheeks. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her cheek, getting frustrated at how blazé he was about the situation. Just like Dumbledore. She thought.

'Darling, every day somebody claims they want to take over the world. Kingsley doesn't want us to take it seriously so I don't think we should. He knows what he's doing.' Harry pushed Ginny off his lap slightly, an owl tapping at the window had caught his attention and he stood up to let the owl in. The owl dropped a letter on his desk and flew off in an instant. Harry turned the letter over in his hands, he knew immediately who it was from and he knew it would not calm Ginny down any further.

'If he's not concerned about it then why is he writing to you minutes after the Prophet came out? I know it's about this article Harry, I know it!' She stood up and placed her hands on her hips reminding Harry very much of his elderly mother-in-law. 'Well, go on! Open it!' Harry did as he was told and scanned the letter quickly before Ginny would have a chance to say anything else.

Headmaster,

I hope this owl finds you quickly, I would be very grateful if you would consent to meeting with me later on today, I have urgent business that I would like to discuss with you. It involves an overheard Prophecy.

Please respond with a time and a place, as soon as possible.

Your friend,

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Minister for Magic

Ginny grabbed the letter and read it through. 'See!' she shouted, 'I told you! An overheard Prophecy! That's exactly like last time! That's what started it all!' Ginny continued to shout as Harry picked up a quill and a piece of Parchment.

Kingsley,

I am free all day.

I do have an angry wife, so the sooner the better!

Floo to my office when you are ready.

Your friend,

Harry Potter

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

He walked over to the other side of his office where his faithful owl stood with her leg out, waiting for Harry to attach the letter. He tied it on quickly and the bird flew off in the direction of the Ministry.

'Oh Harry, if you're just going to ignore me then I might as well go! I have Quidditch Practice to supervise anyway.' Despite Ginny's terrible mood and her previous shouting Harry gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked her out of his office wishing her a good day on the pitch. Appointing her Quidditch Coach was the best choice I've made in a long time. He thought, appreciating how much time they had together and how much she loved her job.

Not half an hour later, when Harry was back at his desk reading letters from various parents, did the flames in Harry's office fire turn a bright shade of emerald. A tall, dark figure emerged and in a voice so deep it is difficult to imagine said 'Professor, glad to see you again, if not on an awful occasion.' Harry stepped forward to shake the man's hand, he then pointed to a chair as if to offer him a seat, returning to his own chair he said 'Sorry, Minister, I am not fully up to date on the occasion at all, you only said it had something to do with an overheard Prophecy?' Kingsley nodded and cleared his throat.

'My apologies, Professor, I assume you have read the Daily Prophet today?'

'Ah yes, that's what I was afraid you would say. Okay, before you explain what is really going on, I think we need to stop with the formalities. Minister, Professor? That's not us.' Harry said, it was times like these when he truly was still the seventeen year old boy who wouldn't allow anyone to call him Mr Potter.

'Harry, I am glad you said that!' The two men chuckled, neither one a fan of their official titles, feeling that it made them seem much older than they actually felt. As the laughter died down, a strange seriousness washed over Kingsley's face. 'But I am afraid Harry, that the story I tell might seem rather familiar to you. We do of course, know who is behind the Muggle murders and possibly the Ministry disappearances, though that we don't know for certain. There's a young man named Riley Cardem. He seems to have been quite a fan of Voldemort's though well after his time. We searched his house on an unrelated matter a few years back and he seemed to have an awful lot of books, clippings and pictures of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Of course, he isn't calling himself Lord Voldemort, we think he is going by the name Master Droycell. I think we need to re-establish the Order.'

'Riley Cardem? I think I remember him. A Slytherin of course. I wonder if I still have his file...' Harry trailed off as he began to search through his cabinets. 'Huh, how stupid of me. Accio Riley Cardem's file.' Before he could even sit down again, a small file was zooming across the room, missing Kingsley's head by millimetres as he ducked. 'Yes, Riley Cardem, Slytherin, Half-blood. Muggle father. Grew up with Muggle grandparents after parents vanished. He seems to have a lot in common with Tom Riddle.' Harry paused, thinking about the boy who had achieved so much whilst at school. He showed no outwardly signs of being interested by Voldemort or the Dark Arts. Is this what Tom Riddle was like at school? 'But why do we need to re-establish the Order? We only had the Order because the Ministry refused to believe or act upon the threat.'

'The Ministry will be treating the threat seriously, but if he wants to finish what Voldemort started, he's going to try to infiltrate the Ministry. And we know what will happen then. The Order of the Phoenix is a secret organisation. He has no chance to infiltrate us. We have a head start, he does not know we suspect him. We will win this.'

Harry nodded 'I understand, will you be making the arrangements or shall I?'

'It is more than my job's worth to start up the Order again, I will of course join you but I think it would be wise if you were the one to make the arrangements.'

Harry nodded again, 'Of course, I will start immediately. I think old Headquarters would work still? I have set a new Fidelius Charm on the house and I can go over this evening to put up more wards.'

Kingsley nodded his goodbyes and made his way over to the fireplace, picking up a handful of floo powder he turned back to Harry 'Use a patronus to contact me with the details for the first meeting.' He stepped into the flames and vanished.

Harry picked up his old faithful wand, the holly and phoenix feather which had helped him so much over his many years. He sent two patronuses to each of his best friends one of which had recently began teaching transfiguration at the school. Within minutes Hermione was at his door, Harry suddenly felt very grateful that it was the weekend and he didn't need to bother making arrangements around various timetables. The door opened and Hermione walked in with a puzzled look on her face.

'Hello Hermione, I won't explain anything until Ron gets here, he shouldn't be long, I sent him the same patronus.' And as if he had heard him, the fire once again turned green and out stepped a very old looking Ron. He walked over to his wife and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, turning to Harry he too wore a puzzled expression that seemed to mirror his wife's.

'Oh, ok. Well as you're both here, lets begin. I am re establishing the Order of the Phoenix at the request of the minister.' Both of his friends looked horrified, never dreaming that the Order would every be started up again.

'Why? We destroyed the Horcruxes, he can't come back!'

'He isn't back Hermione, but it seems that a young boy admired Tom Riddle and his aims so much he wants to finish the work for him. He is responsible for the recent muggle deaths and the disappearances. I need your help to reassemble the Order. Can you contact as many people as possible? I'll get hold of Neville, Hannah and Luna and Rolf. And I think, perhaps we should extend an invitation to Malfoy.'

Hermione and Ron swapped concerned looks 'Malfoy? Why him? In case you hadn't remembered he was on Voldemort's side the last time!'

'In case you hadn't remembered, Ron, we only won the war because of Severus Snape. A Slytherin who was on our side and acted as a Spy. We don't have Snape any more. We need a new Spy and I think after what the Malfoy's went through, Draco could be of assistance.'

A/N - I know it's annoying when people beg at the end of the chapter but please review!