"You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."

The atmosphere in the room changed with the rapidity Harry associated with the arrival of Dementors. Where seconds before it had been sleepily relaxed, it was now alert, even tense. A frisson had gone around the table at the mention of Voldemort's name. Lupin, who had been about to take a sip of wine, lowered his goblet slowly, looking wary.

"I did!" said Harry indignantly. "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so -"

"And they're quite right," said Mrs. Weasley. "You're too young." She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists clenched on its arms, every trace of drowsiness gone.

"I am not a child," Harry told her - them, the Order. His anger easily heard. Before this summer, before Cedric death he never would have so openly argued with adult before. Arguing and asking questions were not allowed under the Dursley house.

That however never stopped Harry from slipping in sarcasm in his answers whenever he was angry and oh Merlin beard he was still angry at being left with the Dursley's with no word from anyone. And what worsened matters (and Harry's temper) was that he had been guarded the summer by the Order and no one had thought to tell him.

Did they honestly expect him to be fine (and upset) at being left behind at the Dursley being told to keep his nose out of trouble after watching Credic die right in front of him along with his parent's murderer being resurrected.

Yeah no. No way in sodding hell as Dudders would say.

"Harry-" Mrs. Weasley started.

"I agree with Harry. He's not a child, not after last year-"

No Harry had never been a child not really. The Dursley had made sure his childhood (if it could be called that) wasn't a happy, normal childhood. Which was ironic now that Harry thought about it. Him not having a happy, normal childhood because of the Dursley's raising him. The Dursley who loved, inspired to be normal. "And since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asked Sirius. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen—" Harry felt another wave of affection for his Godfather.

"Hang on!" interrupted George loudly.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred angrily.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order'," said Fred in a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily like his mother's. "Harry's not even of age!"

Harry and Sirius answered at the same time.

Harry's response was that maybe it because he was there for Voldemort's (everyone besides Sirius, Remus, and Harry himself winced at Tom Riddle's anagram) resurrection and oh there was the fact Voldemort was out for Harry's head and Harry had already faced his parent's murder four times now and had survived!

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing that's your parents' decisio-" Sirius had been explaining calmly to the twins before he processed what Harry had been saying. "Wait a second what do you mean faced Voldemort four times!?" There had went his Godfather's calmness.

Most of the inhabitants in the room looked just as confused as Sirius. The only people who didn't were Ron and Hermione and even they didn't know the full story of each time Harry had faced off Voldemort.

"My first year our Defenses Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirrell-" looked like she wanted to tell Harry to show respect to his past Professor but was wisely staying quiet. Harry would not being showing that man any respect. Respect was earned and Merlin pants Quirrell did not deserve any respect especially from Harry. "-Voldemort hidden behind his turban. Who when he didn't succeed in killing me by jinxing my broom during my first Quidditch match tried to kill me a second time. They, Voldemort and Quirrell, would have murdered me if I hadn't killed Quirrell in self defense." Both Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, and Remus looked sick.

"My second year I faced Voldemort again. This time in the Chamber of Secrets with a basilisk who by way Hermione thank you for wriping that school book's page out 'cause if you hadn't I wouldn't have figured out how to rescue Ginny. And thank you Ron for keeping your broken wand because it saved us from Lockhart." Another Professor Harry held no respect for.

Believe it or not it was possible for Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, and Remus look even more sick though this time all the Weasleys in the room looked sick as well.

"Harry how did you get out of the Chamber of Secrets alive?" Remus asked in shaky voice.

Harry would have regretted telling them all this if it wasn't for the fumes of his anger of being abandoned (like he was some toy they could play with and forgot whenever they wished, Harry knew they cared about him but that was how it honestly felt) this summer he was still running on and the fact they needed to know all the stuff he, Ron, and Hermione had gone through so they wouldn't treat them like kids.

Because they weren't. Not after all they've been through and it was about time they were listened to and told what was going on. Otherwise they (Ron, Hermione, and him) would find out one way or another despite how hard they (the Order excluding Sirius) tried to keep it from them.

They always did in the end. Usually by the year's end now that Harry was thinking about it.

"Fawkes and the sorting hat that conveniently carries the Sword of Gryffindor in it. Fawkes scratched the basilisk's eyes out so I could fight the monster."

Sirius had his face in his hands and was muttering about homeschooling Harry with Remus' help because Hogwarts was not safe considering Harry's last year and his first and second years at the magically school.

"You fought the basilisk at twelve and lived?" Bill Weasley, the oldest Weasley child, asked before taking a gulp of wizarding alcohol.

"I got stabbed-" Most of the occupants took a sharp breath in.

Sirius lifted his head from his hands to look at Harry. Harry's heart broke a little by the look in Sirius' eyes. His godfather couldn't blame himself for all that happened to Harry. He had been in Azkaban at the time because of how corrupt the Ministry was. Harry made a mental note to talk about to his godfather about not blaming himself.

Hermione and Ron looked more concerned than angry at him for admitting that part from the story that he told them during the feast.

"-by the basilisk when I stabbed it's mouth. I was dying from the poison when Fawkes started crying."

"Phoenix tears," Remus said before trailing off.

At some of the Order of the Phoenix confusion that was written on some of their faces Harry answered the unasked question. "Fawkes is a phoenix and a phoenix's tears have healing abilities."

Harry gave them a minute (that felt much longer than a minute because of the silence in the room) before going on.

"You all know what happened last year. Voldemort wants me dead. Has wanted me dead since I was a baby. Trying to protect me by not telling me anything and sending me to school isn't going to work. It never has in the past; Hogwarts is supposedly the safest place in the world yet Voldemort has tried to kill me three times there. So maybe we should apply some common sense and choose to learn from past mistakes." Harry glared at everyone besides his friends, the twins, Ginny who was awfully pale, Sirius, and Remus.

A/N: Was I the only that didn't like how the Order treated Harry like he was a child and Harry (in the year he was angery- which makes him hilariously sarcastic- because of Voldmort being alive and effecting his emotions) rolls over? I'm mean really? Were they not told of all the sh*t Harry (and Hermione & Ron) went through during his past Hogwarts years?

I own nothing btw and this is also posted on archiveofourown.