Note: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter sequel. Those were all J.K Rowlings' Ideas. This story is purely fan made! Amy and Dean are my invented characters. Hope you all like it. Next chapter up shortly, stay tuned...and don't forget, patience. :p

What would you do if you were taken into the fifth Harry Potter book - Order of the Pheonix? What if your task was to put Harrys destiny on track? Knowing the story by heart, follow Amy in her adventure inside the book and her constant decisions on whether things should go as planned.

Prologue - Inside a dream

The rain poured down hard against the foggy window. From it, a dim light glowed out into the moonless night, joining the street lamps' yellowish rays, illuminating the empty stone sidewalk below. Inside, a girl sat by the window.

She was leaning against the wooden back of her chair, her head cupped in one hand as stared bored out into the silent night. With one thin finger, she spelled her name on the cold cloudy glass as she tapped her feet to the beat of the music pouring from her mp3 player, her soft voice repeating the lyrics of Amaranth by Nightwish. She stopped as a blur passed suddenly by her window.

Removing one ear phone to listen to her surroundings, she pressed the pause button. Reluctantly the girl cleaned her name from the window with her sleeve then peered through the foggy void. The street was just as it was minutes ago, empty and silent with the exception of a car passing now and then and a splash as its' wheels passed the water that flooded the sides of the road.

Must have been a bird she thought.

She lay back in her chair and sank once again into the sound of the music. But as she pressed play to restart her mp3, nothing happened. She pressed it again and through the blue light appeared black letters: Battery Low

Just my Luck.

She jumped on top of her bed to reach for the bedside table. The red watch indicated 10:00 pm, but the girl didn't pay it any mind. Opening the drawer, she removed a wide wooden box were she kept working batteries, but even as she pulled back the lid she knew there was none inside. Scowling under her breath she closed the box and shoved it back inside the bedside table. She looked around her room for something to do.

Right in front of her bed, was her pride and joy. Dressing part of the faint grey painted wall, was a white bookcase brimming with her most treasured books about magic, fantasy, fiction and adventure. With them, she had dived into worlds beyond her own and lived other lives. To her it was like dreaming awake, and she loved it.

Right in the middle of the bookcase was a stand, and unlike the other packed ones, it held only seven books. Her Harry Potter collection. A story like no other. She had read it over and over again until the books' spine was wasted. She had read it alone in her room and aloud to anyone willing to listen. She knew almost every word by heart, repeating chapters of the books out of memory so she could fall in her favourite dream every night as if she had never left. She ran her finger across the binds of the stacked books.

What to read?

Just as she was about to touch her Harry Potter collection, a loud banging sound erupted from the window, as something rammed against it. Jumping with fear, she clung to the bookcase as she looked out the window.

Standing on the sill, looking back at her, were two big round crimson eyes. It bore into her with such ferocity, her breath was held back in her lungs. It cocked its head to one side then disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared.

She remained there, stuck to the spot, her eyes wide with fear. Reaching for the shelf, she grabbed her purple dragon paper weight that had been holding up a couple of books and held it as a weapon in front of her. She gulped back the urge to run towards the door and down to the living room where her parents were watching TV.

I have to stop imagining or else I'll start flipping. Maybe this is a dream, maybe I fell asleep and I'm dreaming. She tightened her grip on the paper weight If it is, it sure feels real.

Get a grip on yourself Amy, you big coward. This must have some logical explanation... She bit back the sudden thought that reached her. If he did this...

"Is that you Dean? Quit it, I'm serious! It's not funny anymore." She yelled out. It was probably that idiot brother of hers, having his little vengeance after she had accidentally fried the circuits of his X-box. "I already said I'm Sorry! What do you want me to do, beg?!"

The lights started to flick on and off after a few momentary minutes of silence.

"Stop it Dean! If I get my hands on you...you're so Dead! Dean!"

The books started falling off the bookshelf and she raised her arms protectively around her head as she darted away from it, and leaned against her bed.

What the hell? What's happening?!

She looked back at the bookcase and almost fell to her knees as her legs gave way. Standing on top of the only book that hadn't fallen to the floor, one of her Harry Potter books, was a vicious black owl, its head tilted to the side while big red eyes looked back at her. It opened its mouth and let out a deadly screech that drilled deep in her mind. She winced and covered her ears as her brain rattled with the sound of nails against a blackboard. The girl looked back at it and her mouth fell open in disgust. The owl was melting onto the book, inky black liquid dripping down the books' cover.

No! Stop it!

With rage she threw the paper-weight at it, in attempt to save her book. But just as it was about to hit its' target, the statue bounced of an invisible barrier and was sent it flying back towards her. She fell to her knees in time before the dragon crashed with her and instead, shattered against the wall above her bed. She crawled towards the door as fast as she could and pulled at the knob, trying with all her might to yank the door open, but the knob wouldn't budge. It was as if the door had been glued shut to the wooden frame. She noticed blood smeared against it and noticed shallow cuts in her hand made by the force of her grip against the paper-weight.

Amy was about to hit the door and scream out for someone to help her, when the lights gave out completely, plunging the room in total darkness. She curled up in a ball and hid her head against her knees with tightly shut eyes and covering her ears, she started humming the first music that came to her mind. Minutes ticked by, and nothing seemed to happen. She feared opening her eyes. What if the owl was there, waiting for her to show her face and attack her?

The room was silent, no sign of movement and so she slowly opened her eyes to her surroundings. The first thing that caught her attention was the faint glow, emanating from the book that still stood on the bookcase, a soft warming blue glow. It made the book look so majestic and magical. Amy looked around the room. No sign of the owl.

Maybe I should go take a look? No I can't! Something very wrong is happening. This is not a dream...It can't be a dream.

She felt a tingle creep up her spine as she gazed at the strange light that shined from within the book. It was as if the book was calling for her, asking her to approach. Despite her terror, she got up and slowly walked to the shelf. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, her legs where so heavy. She was near enough to read the title.

Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.

She half stopped in her tracks.

I don't understand...

The calling was stronger, and she stretched out her hand to touch it, half of her desperately wishing she wouldn't and to just turn around and run away from the accursed room. Her fingers touched the spine and a deep sensation of peace took over her. She wasn't expecting this, nothing like it. Maybe being electrocuted, or an explosion. She removed the book from the shelf and noticed that it wasn't the book that was glowing, it was the pages. Her hand shook visibly as she wondered what to do.

Is it safe? I don't know...maybe I shouldn't...

Taking a deep breath she opened the book. The letters seemed to be dancing beacons of blue fire spread across the thin sheet of paper.

"Oh..." she gasped as her eyes took in every detail of the beautiful sight. It was like gazing at the stars up close. She brought her hand across the first sentence, to see what it felt like. Then she noticed a line of blood appear above the letters.

Then a flash of light blinded her and everything went white.

*Fallen Wolf*