Title: The Order of the Sphinx
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe or characters; all rights go to Warner Bros., J.K Rowling and other affiliates. I do however own a cool purple pen! The story however, the Order of the Sphinx and the original characters and storylines presented there are my own.
Universe: Harry Potter
Summary: When You-know-who was vanquished by baby Harry Potter, the fragile peace and rebuilding of the wizarding world began. Knowing the world needed protectors from any future threats, Dumbledore went searching for those who could help his quest. Ileana MacKay, a seemingly average 17 year old girl becomes the answer to Dumbledore's prayers. Emerged into a world she never knew existed, Ileana and her friends begin to question the authority of the ministry itself and find themselves as pawns in a much bigger game. As their Powers develop, so does their mischief. Banding together, they create a group, designed to come into action upon the prophesied return of Lord Voldermort to save the ones they love and to save a way of life which is close to be extinguished. But who can they trust? What precious item has them risking life and limb to protect?
Warnings: occasional crude language, violence, references to torture and sexual references
Rating: M
A/N: I had always had the thought present in my head, what happened to those witches and wizards who were born in countries outside of J.K's world? Did they have to teach themselves? It was this question which prompted me to write this. I realise I have slightly strayed from the canon but I hope this is forgivable and is apologised for with my work. This story has been well received on another site and I hope it can be here too. Constructive critism makes me thrive. So please leave me a review. The song below is from Starkid's genius 'A Very Potter Musical'
Voldemort is going down
He thinks that we're finished
He thinks that we're done
He thinks that its over
His battle is won HA!
He thinks that we're finished
but we aren't through
stop and think my friends
what would Harry do for you
Harry never gave up the fight
Harry stood up for what is right
Well now it's our turn
our turn
make a joyful sound
Voldemort is going down
We must unite
so we can fight
turn the battle around
time's running out
it's time to shout
Voldemort is going down
Can't you feel a fire burning
now it's time to be a man
a great big muscley super big super hot man
AHAA
We wont be pushed around anymore
we'll be a force you cannot ignore
we'll be an army for Dumbledore
For Dumbledore
We must unite
so we can fight
turn the battle around
time's running out
it's time to shout
Voldemort is going down!
We must unite so
we can fight
turn the battle around
time's running out
it's time to shout
Voldemort is going
We must unite
so we can fight
Voldemort is going down!
Preface: Trade
Holy crumpet muffins!
It was hot. Unbearably. Unfathomably. No words in the dictionary were forming in my mind. I wiped the thin sheen of sweat from my forehead. Squinting, I covered my eyes with my hand and looked out over the shimmering and smoggy harbor. Even the water looked as if it was sweating. I didn't blame it.
Behind me, cars whined by furiously, blowing gusts of hot air on my back, only making the heat worse. A train rushed past honking its horn obnoxiously. Tall buildings rose on either side of the bridge, place randomly like a child's lego set, all competing to see who could get the highest. Sounds of the city were suffocating, even here on the bridge. A few tourists walked past me, camera's snapping every millisecond, jabbering away in their native tongues as they bounced around like two year olds.
Sydney Harbor. The ultimate tourist destination. I mean yeah, sure, It was beautiful, but I don't understand why everyone was so excited about it. Maybe because I was Australian and had been in Sydney so many times it should be illegal, I had lost the sense of excitement. Yeah sure, I still felt awe when traveling through the streets, but it seemed, normal.
The situation though was anything but.
I looked at the boats cruising the harbor, leisurely floating around the famous bay. I gripped the railing I was leaning against harder, wishing I could join the occupants on the boat. But no, I had to stay here. I still couldn't figure out why the Harbour Bridge was chosen as the meeting spot, I mean come on, isn't it a little obvious. When I said this and Will and Jen agreed, I was told that this was why it was chosen; it was supposed to be conspicuous. Having it in such a flashy place was too obvious, the Death Eaters would be expecting us to be smarter and choose somewhere different.
I still didn't like the Idea.
I flicked my red hair back impatiently. What in the Devil's name was taking him so long. Footsteps reached me then, but they didn't sound like the average footsteps one would hear on the bridge, I didn't have to turn my head to know this was the man I was waiting for. Reaching out with my thoughts I pushed past his mental barriers and confirmed that yes indeed, this was who I was waiting for.
He stopped a few steps from me and followed my lead, leaning against the railing and looked out at the city. "Nice day, is it not minister?" I asked calmly, my face not betraying anything out of place. "Indeed" came the clipped British reply. We lapsed back into silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. "Do you have it?" the minister asked, his voice strained. I turned my head and looked at him for the first time.
Down to business straight away. "Yes" I said, in the same calm voice I had used earlier. He nodded, his eyes darting to and fro, clearly uneasy about the exposed nature of this. I mirrored his feelings but dared not show them. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small cloth bag which had been safely sitting in my cutoffs pocket for quite some time. He took it eagerly, tucking it quickly in to his suit jacket's pocket.
The minister had traded his robes for a clean pressed suit, probably to fit in better with the muggles. I myself had done the same, wearing a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a loose fitting purple shirt. My red hair was pulled back into two half-braids, the braid stopping just before the edge of my head and turning into piggy tails.
It had been done, the burden had been passed. I only had to hope that the minister reached the ministry before he was spotted. He seemed to realize the urgency of his return to London and without any further words or acknowledgements; he turned on his heel and walked back the way he came, traveling towards the large Suncorp building in the distance.
Waiting the agreed amount of time, it was then my turn to leave. Tearing my eyes from the harbor I turned in the opposite direction to the minster and made my way across the bridge and through the side streets, easily blending back into the crowds. It didn't take long to reach Central Station, and took even less time to get to the 'country' platforms.
Platform 14 was blissfully vacant, of a train and passengers. I walked down it, walking towards the end of the platform. To anyone who was watching, I was walking straight towards a metallic pole, but to members of the order, I was walking towards an entrance which would take me to an underground network of tunnels which allowed me to journey to any wizarding community across the world.
But I never reached the pole.
I was hit with a stunning curse before I even knew I was being followed.
Shit.