Hello people. Alright, this story is originally a story by outkast angel but now it has been handed over to me to continue. This first chapter is the chapter that was posted under her account, seeing as it would be confusing for me to post the second chapter simply because I wrote that chapter. Enjoy and review please.

Also, characters' personalities and some events mentioned are different than what was in the book. Therefore, it is an AU fic.

It was a dark night. The sky had no stars and no moon. The streetlights had all mysteriously gone out, but no one was awake enough to notice or care. The seemingly never ending darkness of Little Whinghing, Surrey, appeared to be on mute, as there was no sound. The wind wasn't blowing, no dogs were howling at the moon, clocks weren't ticking, and had anyone been awake to listen carefully enough, they would have noticed that there was no sound of people breathing, no one was snoring. It was as though the whole world had been put on pause.

At the children's play park, a teenage boy sat on a swing, gently rocking back and forth, his arm curled around the chain. He was thin, almost alarmingly so, with messy black hair and bright green eyes that seemed to glow in the pitch black darkness. His name was Harry Potter. He was staring straight ahead, at nothing in particular, brooding over recent events and planning his -their- next move.

All his life, Harry had had secrets. When he had been a child, other than sleeping in a cupboard, it was the fact that he was 'special.' He had known, of course. How could he not, when all these odd things happened around him? He'd placed the blame on him being magic, and was so desperate to be different, to have everything his relatives said about him be a lie, that he'd even attempted to use his magic consciously. It had worked, too. He was a pro at changing colors wandlessly, and he could even control fire to some extent. But that had been as far as he'd gotten before he'd found out about Hogwarts.

Hogwarts had given him even more secrets. After the troll incident, himself, Ron and Hermione had become nearly inseparable. Not because of what they'd been through, but because of what they'd found out.

While Harry could control, and even create, fire, Ron could freeze things. And Hermione could create a little tornado in her hand. They'd never told anyone before, and had decided to keep it that way.

This control they seemed to have over certain elements helped a lot in their 'adventures.' Of course, the adults (and everyone else), even Dumbledore, had always been given the edited version of them.

First year, Harry had used his fire to distract the troll and Hermione had made up a story about him shoving his wand up the troll's nose. When they met Fluffy, Ron had used his ice to freeze the hellhound's feet to the floor for a few seconds so it wouldn't eat them. With the Devil's Snare, Harry had used his fire. Hermione had used her wind to get the key they needed, so they didn't have to waste time on the broom sticks.

Second year, Harry had used his fire to blow up Crabbe's cauldron while Hermione stole the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion and to drive away some of the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest. Ron had used his ice to form a shield-like substance when Lockhart attempted to Obliviate him (he'd lied about the wand backfiring). Hermione had used her wind to snatch a girl's compact mirror to look around corners.

Third year they had used their abilities too many times to count. Ron would use his ice to drive away the dementors (this worked to some extent, though they weren't sure why), Hermione used her wind to make the dementors off balance, and to help Buckbeak fly easier. And Harry used his fire to create numerous distractions while the trio were up to no good.

Fourth year they hadn't used their abilities much, because of the extra amount of attention Harry had been given, and Ron and Hermione by association. But in the Graveyard something had happened that only the three of them knew about. Harry had done his best to protect Cedric. He'd made fire to surround him, creating a dome around the older boy. He'd attempted to light Wormtail on fire. He'd even gone so far as to make a deal with the little rat, saying that he'd do whatever he wanted as long as Cedric was set free. Voldemort had put the excessive use of fire down to accidental magic. But it didn't really matter, because Cedric had still been killed, and it was all his, Harry's, fault.

A small patch of grass suddenly caught on fire, a tiny bit of light in a sea of darkness. Harry scowled at the sudden light, and it abruptly went out.

Sighing, the raven haired teen stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets, and started walking back to his relatives house.

Unnoticed by anyone, the wind started to blow, snoring became audible, and clocks once again started to tick.

An hour later

Harry sat at his desk, staring at the letters that were scattered about. They were from Ron and Hermione. He'd been looking for some kind of code, because he knew they wouldn't keep him in the dark like this. They told each other everything. And now he'd finally figured it out. The hidden message from Ron said: 'Sorry. The Order is reading our letters before they're sent out.' Hermione's said: 'Haven't figured out much. We're working on it.'

Sighing in frustration, Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair.

What the bloody hell was the Order?

Meanwhile

Remus Lupin sighed as he walked down the dark hallway. An Order meeting had just finished and it was three in the morning. They hadn't found anything out yet, of course. Voldemort hadn't had any meetings since two weeks previous. All they knew was that he wanted a Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. They'd stayed up o late coming up with different ways to protect without the Ministry finding out and interfering. The hadn't come up with much though.

"We should tell them."

The whisper wouldn't have been audible to any normal human, but with his heightened senses, it caught Remus' attention. The conversation seemed to be coming from Ron's room. Frowning and wondering what Ron and Hermione (as it had obviously been Hermione's voice that had spoken, and it was Ron's room) were doing up so late, Remus crept closer to the door and listened.

"We can't," Ron's voice was harsh and commanding. There was a ruffling of papers.

"Ron," Hermione sounded dead serious. "If this might happen to us-"

"It won't."

"But if it does-"

"Hermione, it won't."

There was silence for a few seconds. Remus guessed that the two were having a stare down.

"Ron," Hermione sounded exasperated, stressed, and slightly desperate. "This is- We've never done anything like this before. We've done a lot, yes. Things most people couldn't do. But if there's a chance of this happening, if we can't control it, we need to tell someone."

"They'll stick us in St. Mungo's or we'll become lab rats," Ron deadpanned.

"The Order wouldn't-"

"The Order needs weapons," Ron cut Hermione off.

Remus' frown deepened and he pressed his ear harder against the door. There were a few long moments of silence before someone took a deep breath and sighed.

"How have we survived this long, Hermione?" Ron asked softly. "What's been our motto, our rule?"

Hermione mumbled something so softly even Remus didn't catch what she'd said.

"Sorry, what?" Ron said in a monotone.

"Adults are the enemy." Hermione sounded as though she'd memorized this. Her voice lacked any and all emotion. "They will use us to get what they want and then throw us away. They will analyze and rationalize us and treat us as either weapons of mass destruction or little kids. Adults are not to be trusted. Adults are the enemy."

"Exactly," Ron said. "We need to remember that. And besides, we need Harry's input before we make such a big decision."

"Harry doesn't know the risks of keeping it secret." The bushy haired girl sounded as though she knew she'd lost the argument, but was determined to make her point. "If this gets too much, if we can't control it, people will die Ron. So many people. All because we were too scared to tell a secret to a few people."

"The Order is not a few people," Ron said harshly. "And we'll practice more. We can do this Hermione. We've gotten through everything in the past. We'll get through it this time too. We always do."

"What if we can't?" The girl sounded on the verge of tears.

"We will." There was a pause. "Go to sleep Hermione. We're cleaning again tomorrow."

Remus quickly walked away from the door, storing the conversation away to be analyzed at a later date.

Three weeks later

The room was dark but not unwelcoming. Hermione Granger sat on one of the beds while Harry sat on another and Ron Weasley sat straddling a chair. They were silent for a few moments, each reveling in the fact that they were all there again, that their group was complete. It was Harry who broke the silence.

"So what have we found out?"

"Not much," Hermione sighed, rubbing her temples. "We know that the Order of the Phoenix is dedicated to stopping You-Know-Who. We've seen about twenty five members and we know that there's more than that. At least five of the members we know of are spies in the Ministry. We know that the Order is trying to protect something in the Department of Mysteries, but we don't know what it is or what even goes on in the Department. We know that You Know Who is after whatever it is and that if he gets it, it won't be good."

"So what do we do?" Ron broke the silence after a long while.

"It's obvious the Order is planning on keeping us in the dark about everything," Harry said, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. "We only know as much as we do about everything because of the Extendable Ears."

"What are you planning?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"I think we should start recruiting," Harry said in a hard voice.

"Fred and George will definitely agree," Ron said without missing a beat, as though the idea of building an army of under aged Wizards was a normal idea. "Ginny probably will too. If we can convince Gryffindor that you aren't bonkers I bet most of them will agree as well."

"I suppose I should draw up a lesson plan," Hermione sighed. "Ron will have to talk to the others. Harry, you keep trying to find out any information you can about what You Know Who is up to."

"Right," The boys nodded their agreement.

"Okay, before this meeting is over, Ron and I have something to tell you Harry," Hermione said seriously. Before Harry could even open his mouth to say a smart ass remark, she continued. "It's about our abilities. We found a book in the Black Library that has records of people... like us. It's... it's really bad Harry.

"People with fire ability sometimes spontaneously self combust or set things -people- on fire by accident. People with ice sometimes freeze to death in their sleep or accidentally freeze other people to death. People with wind sometimes create tornados, killing themselves and others. People with water have been found drowned along with other people who'd been in the same room as them." Hermione stared at the green eyed boy for a long while before continuing. "If our powers get out of control, if we slip up even the tiniest bit, people will die. We might die." She took a deep breath. "I think we should tell the Order about us."

"Absolutely not," Harry said immediately, with a hint of finality in his tone. "We can deal with this on our own. We'll double our practice sessions, we'll work harder. But we will not tell anyone about this. Adults are not to be trusted."

Hermione stared hard at the wood floor and slowly nodded. Harry gave a curt nod and stood up.

"Hermione, start on those lesson plans. Ron, talk to the Twins and Ginny," Harry said as he stretched. "I'll see if I can get any more information out of Sirius. Then I'll start making a list of who we can trust."

The three nodded at each other and went their separate ways.

One week later

Remus glanced at Sirius, who was reading a Quidditch magazine while lounging on the sofa. The werewolf sighed.

"Have you noticed anything... unusual about the kids lately?" Remus asked.

Sirius glanced at him curiously before turning the page in the magazine.

"Nothing more so than usual," Sirius said. "Harry was trying to get information out of me about a week ago, but that's normal. They want to know what's going on. Why?"

Remus bit his lip before telling Sirius about the conversation he'd overheard between Ron and Hermione nearly a month ago. Sirius had put down the magazine and was sitting up, staring at him intently. When Remus finished, the Animagus ran a hand through his hair before letting out a long breath.

"That sounds..." He paused, searching for the right word. "Dangerous."

Remus nodded his agreement and waited for his friend to go on.

"I think that we should wait to tell Dumbledore," Sirius said after an incredulously long silence. "They obviously don't want anyone to know about this, whatever 'this' is, and they don't seem like they'll be trusting any of us any time soon. If it becomes dangerous, or there's a chance of someone getting hurt, I think they'll come to us about it for help. And... whatever this thing is, it sounds like it could really help in some dangerous situations, but only if it's kept secret. And besides, some secrets are meant to be kept."

The two stared at each other for a long while before Remus slowly nodded his agreement after thinking over Sirius' words. Sirius grinned and lay back down on the couch, grabbing his magazine as he did so.

"Besides, it's not as though we won't be able to keep an eye on them at Hogwarts," He said lazily. "Am I right, Professor?"

Yes, and that's it. Please review.

Oh yes. I forgot.

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