Interwoven:

Harry Potter and the Five Keys

By StarRuby

OOTP Spoiler Warning!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling. I own the story, Kaleb Risa, Eve Shikyo, Artemis Sileo, and Eclipse Atwater. So nyah!

Full Summary: Something has happened... something very, very wrong. Time is meshing together. And why are Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna the only ones who realize it? Dumbledore doesn't even seem to notice. Only the rest of the Order acknowledges the work of something possibly even bigger than Lord Voldemort himself. After Remus Lupin's strange and unexpected disappearance, putting Harry in even more misery, their group is determined to right what has been wronged, and finally wipe that smug smile off of Malfoy's face. But as new (and old) rivalries take place, spreading discord amongst almost everyone, fights and competitions lead them to a meeting with possibly the only one who can really help. She seems to know everything that's happening. But if she's on their side, why won't she tell them?!

Author's Notes: This takes place in Harry's 6th year. And, even though it didn't say whether he did or not in OOTP, he didn't get his Firebolt back in my fic. *winks* And for all those Sirius fans out there, (which includes myself) *koff koff* something will happen that I guarantee will make you smile. And if it doesn't, feel free to pitch random objects at me. MILD SLASH!!!! You'll know it when you see it; it doesn't appear until sometime near the end. And there are a couple unnecessary romantic chapters which you can skip.

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Chapter One – Something Is Amiss...

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Birds chirping outside the window and the sound of rustling sheets alerted Harry to the morning. As his eyes fluttered open, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Sunlight, normally filtering through the curtains of his bed, was absent. He was on his feet in seconds and at the window, breathing hard. But then he saw. It black disc was making its way off of the Sun. A smile spread across his face, and his emerald eyes sparkled. It was a solar eclipse! He had never seen one of them before. They were supposed to be really rare, too. He gently ran a hair through his messy, jet-black hair and sighed in amazement as the black disc vanished from the sky. "Wow," he murmured to himself, and then headed downstairs for breakfast.

It was a good day, or at least started off as one. He was going back to Hogwarts in a week, he caught a solar eclipse, and Tonks had promised to pick him up that day to take him to Diagon Alley. And of course the Dursleys had agreed to let him go, remembering Mad Eye Moody. As he walked into the kitchen, he glanced at the television. The news was on, telling about this phenomenal eclipse. Then came an odd story. A vivid violet shooting star had shot across the sky that morning, in broad daylight. Curious, just in case this was the work of Voldemort, he sat down still watching. But nothing about deaths or anything else popped up. The news switched instead to the Minister of Agriculture.

Sighing, Harry gobbled down his bacon, and then returned to his room to wait for Tonks. She hadn't said how she was going to be picking him up, and he had forgotten to ask. He hoped she remembered, but it wasn't really like her to forget. Sure enough, there was a crack like a gunshot and Tonks was standing in front of him, grinning. Her hair was neon blue that day, curly and hanging to her shoulders. Her eyes were gold. Harry blinked and Tonks winked at him.

"Wotcher, Harry," she greeted. "Nice to see you again. Before we go, I have something to give you..." Harry blinked in slight surprise. Tonks pulled out a letter and a package. "It's a tad late, but it's your birthday present," she said, somewhat sheepishly. A smile crossed his face and he tore open the package. Inside it was a book of Quidditch world records. His eyes widened and sparkled like emeralds with his happiness, which was all the thanks Tonks needed. "And I got this, too." She handed Harry the letter, which bore the majestic seal of Hogwarts. His stomach flipped over as he opened it and looked at the letter.

Dear Mr. H. Potter,

We at Hogwarts are pleased to inform you that you have received 6 O.W.L.s:

CHARMS: Exceeds Expectations

TRANSFIGURATION: Exceeds Expectations

HERBOLOGY: Outstanding

POTIONS: Acceptable

DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS: Outstanding

HISTORY OF MAGIC: Dreadful

ASTRONOMY: Poor

DIVINATION: Dreadful

CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES: Outstanding

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry blinked, surprised. The Divination and History of Magic scores were expected, but the Acceptable in Potions was definitely a shocker. But then the realization sunk in and a smile spread across his face. Tonks winked. "We'll get going now, shall we? You have your list and all?" Harry nodded, grinning back at her. But before he could ask how, she took out a battered looking old can. "We're using a Portkey, okay?" He nodded again, grabbed Hedwig and his trunk, and reached out to touch the can. "Three... two... one," she counted. A jerk from below his navel threw off his balance and then they were tumbling through space.

They hit the ground hard right in front of the brick wall leading to Diagon Alley. Remus Lupin was in the process of tapping one of the bricks. He jumped as Harry exclaimed, "Hello, sir!" Turning around, his face broke into a huge grin. He still looked about the same. Grey gently flecked his light brown hair and his eyes were an even lighter brown, looking almost amber. However, he looked healthier, somehow.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Tonks," replied Lupin, a smile on his face. "Nice to see you two again." Tonks gave a cheerful wave as Harry's former DADA professor tapped the brick and stepped back to reveal the archway into Diagon Alley. And Harry was filled with a rush of adrenaline, a happiness he hadn't felt since Sirius... Well, it wasn't the time to think of Sirius just yet. His name alone brought a pang of immense pain to Harry's chest.

Grinning, he headed first to Gringotts, to refill his money supply. From there, he went to Flourish and Blotts to buy his books. He passed by Quality Quidditch Supplies and realized with a wrench that his Firebolt was still at Hogwarts. But Harry just shook his head, reminding himself that he would be there in a week, and he'd get it back then.

Jarring him out of his thoughts, a familiar voice called out, "Hey, HARRY!" He whirled around to see a boy his age, with flaming red hair and a liberal amount of freckles. A smile spread over Harry's face and he waved back.

"Hey, Ron!" Harry exclaimed, running over to him.

"So, they're letting you come to Diagon Alley this time?" Ron asked, referring to the Order. Sorrow tugged at the corner of Harry's mind, but he ignored it and just nodded, grinning.

"They're probably just worried about what happened last time they cooped me up like that," he commented, remembering his wound-up mood and constant bits of shouting. Ron nodded, also remembering. "Is Hermione with you?" Harry asked, looking around, but Ron shook his head. "Okay... then let's check out your brothers' joke shop," he suggested. Ron grinned.

"You read my mind," he said, and with that, they hurried off.

The Weasley twins grinned at them as they walked in. "Hey, Harry! Hey, Ron!" They exclaimed happily. Glancing around, Harry and Ron saw that Fred and George were doing well for themselves. There were quite a few people. A young boy with light brown hair was standing with a short boy with blonde hair near the left wall. In the corner, chatting about something excitedly, were two tall black-haired boys. A young girl with auburn hair also walked in, looking around, her eyes wide with amazement. Ron and Harry looked around, making sure Ron's mother wasn't looking, then bought some of the twins' Skiving Snackboxes.

Then they heard Tonks's yell. Both of them sprinted out of the shop to find Tonks alone on the street, looking around frantically. Harry approached her cautiously. "Tonks?" he asked concernedly. "What happened?" Her golden eyes locked on him and her chest rose and fell quickly with her shallow breaths. She seemed pretty distraught.

"Remus... was there... talked to me... was explaining something... then vanished!!! Didn't finish his sentence!! Just gone!!" she choked. Harry and Ron exchanged quite bemused glances. They knew how worried Tonks was about everything ever since Sirius's death. And it wasn't like Lupin to vanish in the middle of a sentence. Actually, it wasn't like anyone they knew to vanish in the middle of a sentence. Except maybe Hermione, but she always vanished to the library. "Where could he have gone?" asked Tonks, still looking about frantically. "He just disappeared!!! He didn't even Disapparate! There was no sound!"

Tonks's frantic motions and bursts of speech had drawn some people's attention. Arthur and Molly Weasley were rushing over to them. "Tonks?" Mr. Weasley asked worriedly. "Tonks, what happened?" Ron's parents watched with growing anxiety as Tonks repeated the story all over again.

"Bloody hell..." Mr. Weasley whispered when she was done.