"What is this!" A high-pitched voice shrieked as a very angry woman in very bright green marched down the crammed hallway of the newspaper room in the Daily Prophet. Her infuriated acid green eyes were fixed on a small cubicle in the smallest corner of the room, where a young assistant was oblivious, furiously scribbling away on a small pad.

"What is this!" She repeated, her usually well-kept blonde hair thrown about her pigeon-like face as she thrust a cup of hot coffee towards her assistant, spilling it all over her.

"What are you talking about, Rita?" The young assistant questioned, pulling out her wand calmly and muttering a cleaning charm to get rid of the hot coffee's stains.

"Look at it!" The assistant looked at the remains of the coffee that was spilled and saw that the cream formed words across the hot surface of the coffee. These words were very familiar to her, for they part of her amateur article that she had been attempting to show to the infamous Rita Skeeter, her boss at the Daily Prophet, for nearly six months.

"Rita! You have an appointment with the Prime Minister for an interview in 5!" Her cameraman shouted across the crowded newspaper room. Rita Skeeter fixed her mangled hair with a flick of her wand and adorned that unmistakable fake smile that she used especially for top stories. As she turned on her green high heels to cross the cluttered room, she shouted over her shoulder-

"I don't deal with amateurs, and if I EVER see that article on my desk, or in my files, or in my CUP OF COFFEE, you will be fired, no questions asked. Don't try me, Orphelyn, because you will never be as great and illustrious as I am." Rita Skeeter pulled out her acid green pen as her words stung the assistant. The entire room shot her a sympathetic look as Rita's high heels clattered out of the room and down the hallway.

"Sorry about that, Renée. Didn't think she would take it that seriously." Renée stood and faced the person who stated those offense words so blandly. His bright hazel eyes danced as he saw Renée's expression of intense dislike. He brushed a strand of honey-blonde hair away from his tanned face as Renée strode to face him.

"What in the world made you even CONSIDER that I would want you to do that to Rita's coffee, Aiden? You know she's not a morning person!" Renée's soft french accent was more pronounced as she got more frustrated.

"She's not a afternoon person, either." Another coworker commented.

"Nor a night person." Aiden laughed, although Renée's grey eyes could have pierced a hole through his incompetent brain, and she began to curse in french under her breath.

Before Renée was tempted to bite Aiden's head off, the editor called her into his office.

"Orphelyn!" Renée whipped her head around, making her long black hair fly everywhere, "I need to see you in my office!"

"I'll be right there, Mr. Lowell!" Renée turned her icy gaze back to Aiden Barry, the office nuisance.

"Don't mess with me, Aiden." Aiden just said nothing and calmly observed her as she walked away to meet with David Lowell, editor of the Daily Prophet.

"Yes, Mr. Lowell?" Renée asked carefully, as she entered his office. She noticed the way he eyes never left hers, unlike most of the men who would trace her inviting figure with more than just an appreciative glance.

"So, Renée Lune Orphelyn... I have heard many a great things about you. Please, take a seat." She sat gracefully on the chair opposite his desk as he seemed to evaluate her.

"Why did you choose to come into the field of reporting?" This question caught her off guard, but he rephrased the question.

"You graduated top in your class, an Auror major, and yet you came to work for the Daily Prophet... why?"

"To tell you the truth, sir, I felt that what I had learned as an Auror should be common knowledge to the people. To protect them and to inform them about the newest dangers the enemy has to offer. My dad was a great Auror, but he still couldn't save everyone. But I intend to." Lowell's bushy grey eyebrows shot up in surprise at her intelligent answer.

"You can't save everyone, Renée."

"Not while I'm under the annoying acid green nail that is Rita." The editor laughed softly, but then quickly sobered.

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Considering your... extensive background in Auror specialty, the Head of the Order of the Phoenix has invited you to their headquarters to discuss with you a new plan of action. Top secret, that sort of thing. You will be sent there immediately, representing the Daily Prophet, as they brief you on the mission."

"So this means I actually have a story?" Renée face lit up as he nodded slowly.

"This is much more than a story, Renée, so much more..."

...

Renée soon found out what exactly Lowell meant. As she entered the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, escorted by a member of the Order, she was shocked to find that it wasn't a illustrious office building with guards patrolling 24/7, but instead a decrepit house, including a wailing portrait and a rickety staircase.

"Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, Ms. Orphelyn." A voice called from the shadows as a tall, weary-looking man emerged to greet her.

"Remus Lupin." She shook his hand with a reassuring grip and met the rest of the Order: a whole slew of the Weasleys, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Mr. & Mrs., all with flaming red hair; Hermione Granger, bushy hair swept back into what looked like a painful ponytail; Nyphadora Tonks with wild orange hair; tons of Aurors that were all familiar with Renée; and-

"Harry Potter." Renée whispered, stunned, as she shook his famous hand, surprised at how much he had matured since she last saw him. She graduated from Beauxbatons, but was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament in her fourth year, and was one of the first people to see Harry clutching Cedric's body, weeping as the crowd was oblivious. His face had matured a lot since then and his green eyes were wise as someone who had seen a lot in his short lifetime.

"Welcome to the Order, Renée." His electric green eyes glanced at her figure appreciatively, before immediately connecting with her soft grey eyes.

"I thought that Lowell would have sent an old humbug reporter." Renée laughed and flipped her dark hair over an exposed shoulder, loving the way Harry's eyes sparkled when she did this.

"Or at least Rita Skeeter." Hermione commented as Renée's eyes instantly darkened.

"That vile woman? The only thing she knows to do is to report gossip and treat her assistants like shit." The Order laughed and turned to enter the dining room where the briefing would take place.

"The first order of business in this meeting is to introduce a new recruit, Renée Lune Orphel-" Lupin was interrupted by the door to the meeting place being slammed open. Renée turned her head as her misty grey eyes met with-