Disclaimer: You know in things like Halo and such where people say they owned you? Well I never own. I get owned. And I guess that transfers to here because I don't own any Harry Potter characters or settings or anything.

Oh and I got a slight inspiration for the Stephanie Plum books so I don't own anything from Janet Evanovich either (but it doesn't follow the plot of any of her books).

Well here goes!


I thought healing was my calling. I had all the skills and grades (except that A in Transfiguration during N.E.W.T.s, but luckily it doesn't have too much to do with healing). I came highly recommended by my head of house, Professor McGonagall, who, ironically, is the teacher of Transfiguration.

Yep, I thought it would be great to help sick people and get paid well to boot. That is until I started healing training. It was the most tedious, boring job ever. For the first month we learned about the founder of St. Mungo's, Mungo Bonham, and his work in healing. By the end of the year we had learned the history of the most common diseases and aliments and had moved up to actually helping patients (doing tasks such as bathing, feeding, ect…), and it was then when I found we would only do the harder work (like taking care of serious aliments or emergencies) when we had 4 years of experience!

4 years of soaping down old guys… I couldn't take it.

So basically I quit. Yes, I, Lily Evans, quit something I had spent and year working on. I am a quitter. And let me tell you, it felt great.

At least for the first week or so until I ran out of money. You see, at the various training centers that teach you how to do a job they actually pay you, since it takes up almost all your time. Not well, but it was enough to buy me a flat within walking distance to the St. Mungos. Small, but nice.

Anyway now I needed money and a future, so I turned to (who else?) Dumbledore!

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I smiled as I opened the doors to Hogwarts. It had been a year since I graduated, and I missed my home of seven long years.

After a few minuets of reminiscing and dodging students on their way to dinner, I stopped at the gargoyle that stood guard at Dumbledore's office. And realized it might have been smart to get the password, or at least warn Dumbledore that I was coming.

I stood staring at the statue stupidly for a while, guessing (Leaping toadstool?) and examining the gargoyle, who had an unusually large nose. I was on its back looking for a trigger when a group of boys walked past me talking eagerly about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip.

"Well, I'm going to buy a whole box of pepper imps for my brother and tell him they're muggle licorice!" One kid said as he passed me.

"Possessed gargoyle!" I screamed, fell off, and almost wet myself. The kids looked at me strangely and hurried off. But the gargoyle had opened; while I was sitting on it. I guess I must have thought the right password or something… It didn't have to move while I was on it, though. Some statues have no manners. I huffed, picked myself up off the ground, walked up the spiral staircase and knocked on the door.

"Ah, Miss Evans. We didn't want to start without you," came the reply.

We? Why the heck did he say we? How did he know I was coming? I didn't want an audience to witness my admittance to failure! I stepped inside and-

"LLIIILLLYYYYY!" Suddenly all I could see was black hair, and the arms encircling me felt like they where doing their best to break me in half.

"Hey Sirius. It's been a while," I said (somewhat breathlessly) while trying to disentangle myself, without luck. It would be easier to chop down the Whomping Willow.

"Alright, I've missed you too. You can let go now. Now. Black put me down this instant!" That got me somewhere; after a final squeeze he let go.

As soon as I caught my breath I glanced around the room. Sirius had slunk back to his chair and was smirking. Next to him was the rest of the "Marauders," Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Potter. Now to say James Potter and I had a history would be exaggerating a bit. It was more of a he asked me out, I said no, we were forced to work together in 7th year and then became friends. Kind of. Nothing more, nothing less.

His eyes meet mine and my breath caught. He definitely grew more gorgeous in the year I hadn't seen him. He was good looking before, but now he was like, um, like, amazing. Definite butterflies going on.

"Hello little Lily." Butterflies gone. I don't thing 5' 2" (and 3/4ths!) is that short. It might be on the smaller end of the scale, but not small enough to be classified as little. When you think of little you think of tiny, miniscule, elf-like or something. I most certainly was not as short as an elf.

I exchanged pleasantries with Peter and Remus (they were as exuberant as Sirius, but then again nobody is). I never got to know Pettigrew outside of the common room, but he seemed a nice enough fellow. Remus, however, absolutely saved me during N.E.W.T Ancient Ruins.

I was just sitting down when Alice Liddell, walked in. She's one of my best friends, so I had to greet her properly; lots of screaming and jumping.

Once we had both calmed down enough to sit, Dumbledore (who had been standing patiently since I arrived), began to speak, in a slightly scarily intense way.

"Now, all of you have been invited here, whether you know it or not," I glared suspiciously at him and all the gadgets behind him, "For one reason. Before I go on every one of you must swear what I am about to say will never leave this room. If you feel uncomfortable, or are unwilling to promise leave now."

Nobody moved, I don't think anybody was breathing. I certainly wasn't.

"You are invited to join the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix."

I let out the breath I'd been holing in a whoosh. What the hell was that? Well, I want to join the Society of Unicorns next or maybe the Camaraderie of Flubber Worms. But I knew it couldn't be a joke with Dumbledore's tone (at least this would be a very bad joke).

"We are an organization is trying to stop Voldemort."


Duh, duh, duh. I know, so intriguing, and sooo dramatic. I bet you are just dying to find out more about the Order of the Phoenix, but wait! You already know! So I guess leave a review (please, please, please!) and pop back in later. Oh! And Alice Liddell is really Alice Longbottom, but I didn't know her maiden name, so I took poetic justice and chose a new one!