Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter- related material belongs to JK Rowling. Only the story line is mine, that's all.

Author's Note: I'll be writing 3 Harry Potter fics, years 5, 6, and 7. I really get into fics 6 and 7 and fic 5 may seem a bit shortened (I don't know how many chapters) but this is my first fic after all! Anyway I'm obviously no JKR, so some things might not be precise and I may forget a few names here and there. But fear not, (I've always wanted to say that) I can assure you that the product will be appealing. With that said and done here is my first fic, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Chapter One

Owl Post

Harry Potter was the kind of boy one might find peculiar. From his baggy hand me down clothes to his round black spectacles and lightening shaped scar, Harry looked like someone out of an orphanage. On the contrary, he lived in a lovely neighborhood, in that spiffy house on 4 Privet Drive. One might wonder who this boy was, since there were no pictures or mention of him.
Instead there was a fat, overly pampered chap named Dudley Dursley and his mother and father, Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley whose faces graced, and I use the term loosely, the walls of their house.

But in that small room, the one to the far left of Dudley's room, was Harry himself.

Yes he was lean and quiet, but he was also a wizard, a famous wizard who had bettered one of the most terrible wizards to have lived.

On that seemingly cold night, on July 31, Harry was celebrating his 15th birthday. Alone.
Waiting for his trusty owl Hedwig, Harry could only bite his sugar quill nervously. Over the summer he had received many candies and goods from his trusty friends. Ron Weasley had sent him an almost endless supply of meat pies and medira cakes, along with sugar quills, Canary Creams and a new candy created by his twin brothers Fred and George, called Peppermint Pines. Harry stayed away from those after experimenting them on Dudley. They had given him white and red stripes for an hour. Hermione Granger had sent him a jar of toffees and other candies, all sugarless of course. Hagrid had given him piles of Stroat Sandwiches, which were occupying the loose floorboard in Harry's room. Harry had also gotten yellow roses and some pictures of his parents. He heavily suspected it had been Albus Dumbledore who had sent these. Of course they were probably because of the events of last summer. The rise of Voldemort and his followers, the death of Cedric Diggory and the demise of Harry's childhood had haunted Harry for many a nights. But he also realized, after a long letter from Sirius and his friends, that what had happened had happened and Harry could do little to erase those memories. He would just have to remember that he has many loyal friends who would risk themselves to save him. And he was thankful for that.

Just then he heard the faint rustle of wings. He turned to see Hedwig; Pigwidgeon and three unfamiliar owls drop packages onto his bed. He paid the three owls and they left. Hedwig and Pig graciously drank from a water bowl as Harry tore open the parcels. The first one was from Hagrid who had given him a wooden dragon, one that he had probably carved himself. It was little, but Harry placed it onto his wardrobe. The next one was from Hermione. It was a mini Quidditch game that was enclosed inside a watery globe. Harry could identify some of the players, one being Viktor Krum.

"Wow." Harry said picking up the letter. "Thanks Hermione."

Dear Harry,

This is a globe I brought when I went to see Viktor playing in Strindhaum Square in London. I really truly hope you still aren't thinking about last year. But I guess it isn't your fault. I hope I didn't come across as insensitive but I'm just looking out for you Harry. Anyway, my summer is progressing well. Still studying for the OWL this year, you should too! Ron and I had an argument, yes even through letters, could you straighten things out with him. I thought maybe he might listen to you, since he doesn't 'ever want to hear about me or my rendezvous with Viktor'. Honestly!

Happy Birthday, From Hermione.

He reached for Ron's present. It was a brand new game of Exploding Snap.

Harry,

Happy Birthday!

Mum sends her love and several cobblers as well. Well with that said, if that witch Hermione tells you anything at all about me, she's wrong. Who does she think she is, telling me off like that! I know you're probably tired of hearing her complain, I am too.

Fred and George gave me some dress robes for some reason or other. I think they might be jinxed. Who knows they might want to get me back for pouring blue paint down their backs when we were painting our garage (It was a punishment Mum gave us when we, er, accidentally sent that cousin of yours a howler.) But I have to admit, Harry, I look good in those robes! (Did I just come across as a snob?) Oh and You can come stay with us! This time, Mum and I are going to pick you up. We're going to be riding in the Metro! We'll be arriving around 5 o' clock on your birthday.

Ron

The next letter was a short one from Sirius explaining how he was all right and couldn't wait to see him again.

Harry smiled widely. Then he shut his eyes and tried to fall asleep, with no such luck. In 15 hours, he would be on his way to the Burrow, with Ron.

But almost as soon as he had rested his head, he could hear Aunt Petunia's familiar voice screeching about. Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut it Aunt Petunia." He said groggily before realizing it was five fifteen. In the afternoon!

"How!" Harry yelped. He felt his scar throbbing gently and then remembered. He had once again experienced Cedric Diggory's death. Those dreams tended to be lengthy (not to mention painstakingly horrible.) Harry threw off his pajamas and threw on his clothes before running downstairs. He looked at himself in the mirror and was a bit shocked to see the bewildered and worried expression. "I've got to stop eating sugar quills before going to sleep!" He said as he washed his face.

Of course, downstairs was worse than any bad dream Harry would ever have. Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny were standing, uncomfortably by the door. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were backed up against the couch as if they were about to strike.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said as she diverted her eyes toward the staircase.

"Hi I'm sorry I'm-."

"So finally decided to wake up, eh?" Uncle Vernon thundered.

"Actually I was writing a letter to my Godfather, you know the escaped convict."

The effect of these words was surprising. Uncle Vernon, being a rather tall man, seemed to shrink down.

"I'll help you with your trunk Harry." Ron said smiling.

As Ron passed the couch he winked at Dudley. Dudley, now sporting only two chins, gulped and sunk lower behind the couch.

Ron and Harry made their way up to his room. As soon as they were out of earshot, they burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face! I swear he looked as if were to faint!"

"Did you really ride the train?"

"Train? We rode the Metro." Ron said pronouncing the word metro with three syllables.

"But Harry, I have a question…why does the counter lady keep asking for pounds when there's no weighing machine?"

"What?"

"I don't know, she just kept saying ten pounds per person. And well, obviously we're a little more than that."

"How did you get here?"

"Well Mum had to shrink me and Ginny and then she Apparated us inside!"

"Did anyone see you?"

"Just this Muggle. But he didn't really notice anyone." Ron looked at Harry or tried to. Apparently Harry was still a good foot shorter than him.

"That all?"

"No just Hedwig. But she can fly there, I'll have to bring her cage."

Opening her cage, Harry let her go. Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately and flew away. Harry turned to find Ginny smiling mischievously.

"Did you find it?" Ron asked.

Ginny laughed and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Gifts from some admirers." She said staring across the hall. "From Fred and George. It's a new candy they call Cherry Bonanza."

"It's for your cousin. Basically it's a Cherry bomb."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I owe them one." As they reached the parlor, Harry turned slowly and cleared his throat. "Well bye then."

Aunt Petunia nodded. Dudley shook his head as well, but more out of fright.

"All right." Uncle Vernon choked.

Harry could see Mrs. Weasley relief. They stepped out and Mrs. Weasley said, loudly. "Well I'm glad to meet you." Then she realized she was outside and shook her head.

"Honestly!"

"Don't mind her. I think she's more afraid of them then they are of her." Ginny said.

"If that's possible." Harry added in agreement.

"How was your summer Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Oh, it was…" Harry didn't really want to lie to her. But he didn't want to tell the truth. He looked at Ron.

"Fine." He said mildly. Soon the four of them were back on the Metro and Harry felt like he was once again with his family.

Which of course, the Weasley's were.