Chapter 1

Birthday of Surprises

Harry Potter was an unusual boy for many reasons. For one, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of the year. For another, he wanted to do his homework, but he hadn't had a chance to get it out of the cupboard under the stairs. And the most unusual was that he was a wizard.



To say Harry Potter hated his relatives would be an understatement. Not that the feeling wasn't mutual, his relatives wouldn't mind at all if he just disappeared.



The moment Harry stepped one foot inside number four Privet Drive he was set to work. His uncle Vernon, who was a fat beefy man with almost no neck at all, said that, maybe he would think twice before he pulled any 'freakishness', as he called it, in his house again. To make things worse Dudley was still on his diet, which meant everyone was still on it. In Harry's opinion the diet seemed to be working backwards as he was about two times bigger than last summer. The only good thing, Harry could find anyways, was that he was getting some muscle out of all this work.





It seemed to him, when he finally got so me rest from the relentless nagging of his aunt and the unending work, that after the of working out in the sun he got more muscle, than he thought humanely possible and, in his opinion a nice tan. His Aunt Petunia said it made him look like the freak that he was. He also thought about how much work he was doing compared to other people his age, it didn't surprise him how much muscle he got. It went on like that for about a month, when one morning his uncle Vernon looked up from his new paper at him and began to speak,



"Boy," He said so suddenly everyone started. "We're tired of paying for your clothes and food without anything in return." Harry almost snorted and had the urge to roll his eyes but, he suppressed it. He decided his uncle wasn't in too good of a mood because his face was changing from pink to red and back from only looking at him. He found this quite amusing to watch, he was still counting how many colours his face could change. Sometimes even when his anger was directed towards him, he found himself not listening to the almost daily lecture but suppressing a laugh. His uncle looked like he could be a chameleon. One day he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from laughing.



The only thought running through his mind was that he had done more work than his aunt had gossiped and they thought HE was freeloading. He quickly turned his attention back to his uncle who was saying,



"You will go around town and search for a job. Your pay check will go to us. Have a job by the end of the day or don't bother coming back." He said with a smug smile as though he knew no one would give him a job.



Harry ate his breakfast quickly, which consisted of a small amount of lettuce that his aunt actually called a salad. He thought it looked like it was for a rabbit. Dudley was too immersed in the television that he didn't notice anything going on around him. Harry concluded that his brain must be getting as lazy as the rest of him, because he always loved to watch his father torment Harry. That was until he finished his breakfast and started to whine about how it wasn't enough. That was Harry's cue to leave.



Little Whinging, Surrey was quite a large town and Harry was sure he would find a job in no time. He was wrong. Everywhere he went, even if there was a job that needed to be filled, they would take one look at him and tell him they had no job for him. He searched the whole day and was about to give up when he passed the library. He thought he had nothing to lose so he walked through the large blue doors of the library. Inside it was huge! It was almost as enormous as the Hogwarts library and that was huge. He almost forgot why he was there until-



A woman in her thirties walked over to him and cleared her throat. When she saw she had succeeded in getting the young man's attention she asked in a confident but polite tone, "Hello dear. Can I help you?" The woman had long brown hair, just past her shoulders with a natural red tinge. She was quite tall and had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that made him think of Sirius. He felt as though he'd known her all his life but, couldn't figure out why.



He answered pleadingly, "Um. Well. Can I get a job here? I've been looking around all day." He left out the part of not having a home if he didn't get one.



Her face broke into a huge smile showing her perfect, white teeth. "Finally," She said exasperatedly. "I've been looking for someone to help me out here for a while now. I'll go get the application forms." She walked over to the desk and grabbed some papers and pencil. She handed them to him and told him, "Just fill these out," She pointed at the papers, "And give them back to me. I'll be right back. Got some work to do." And she smiled and left him to fill out the forms.



Once he was finished, he went to look for her. After going down rows upon rows he found her putting some books away, like the ones Hermione read for some light reading.



"I'm finished." He announced to her. She looked up and smiled. She took the papers and started reading them.





"So Harry Potter. I thought you looked familiar." She said absent-mindedly. "It's too late for you to start tonight." She thought for a moment. "How 'bout you come around eight tomorrow morning. And," After she took a second glance at the papers, she added. "Happy early Birthday!"



"It's July thirtieth today?!" He asked incredulously.



"Yes." She answered looking at him funny. "You didn't know what day it was?"



"Yea. Time flies when you're having fun." He lied. Deciding to change the subject, he asked, "What's your name?"



"I'm Lys Roseinbloom and no need to call me M'am or anything like that. It makes me feel like an old librarian." She laughed along with Harry. "Just call me Lys."



All of a sudden some books fell of the shelves. "Merlin!" She shouted angrily, and took a stick out of her pocket. "Accio Merlin." And a white kitten with bright blue eyes came flying towards them. "Here hold him." And shoved the kitten into Harry's arms while she levitated all the books back in place.



"You're a witch?" He asked.



She grinned at him and asked quite annoyingly, "Well," she paused. "How did you suppose I recognised

you?"



"I didn't think about it." He answered to his defence. He notice she didn't stare at his scar when she met him, but didn't say anything. Lys looked at her watch suddenly.



"Oh! It's getting late and I have to be somewhere." She said suddenly. "Be here eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. Remember."



"Goodnight Lys." He said. "See you tomorrow morning." He put Merlin down and started his long walk

home.

*



Some time later, Harry walked in the front door and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. There were no lights on and there was no television blaring. He assumed the Dursleys were asleep. He made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and made his way to his room.



He suddenly thought that now was the perfect time to get his trunk. He grabbed a pin and made his way carefully down the stairs and started to pick the lock. When it was opened he pulled his trunk out and locked the lock again and quietly dragged his trunk up the stairs into his room. He quickly shoved it under his bed and sat quietly waited for any signs of the Dursleys. When it was all quiet he walked over to his window and opened it. A soft warm breeze came through the window and he stood there, feeling the coolness of the air, until he got too tired and collapsed onto his bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.

*



It was all dark, when suddenly a fire in a fireplace came into view. He could hear a cold harsh voice coming front a high backed chair in front of the fireplace. It was talking to a short, balding man who was cowering in fear.



"Wormtail," The voice hissed. "Go to Privet Drive. Number four if I'm not mistaken. And test those protective wards on the house. Now go! Unless you would rather be punished!" He took out a stick and pointed it at the shorter man, menacingly.



Wormtail stuttered, "Y-yes my L-Lord." The man changed with a 'pop' into a large rat and scurried out of the dark, fire lit room.



Then Voldemort started to laugh a cold raspy laugh that could make most men cower in fear.



Harry Potter woke, his hand clutching his forehead in pain. Harry tried to remember and he remembered that Wormtail was coming. He hoped Hedwig would return soon, so he could send a letter to Dumbledore about his vision.



After he had settled down he glanced at his clock which read 11:15. In forty-five minutes he would be fifteen. He looked out the window to see a group of owls flying towards him with Hedwig in the lead. In that moment all thoughts of the dream vanished and were replaced with feelings of happiness that at least someone cared about him. He got out of the way and watched as all the owls flew through his window. Errol as usual was being carried by a couple of other owls, who dropped him in a heap on Harry's bed. He went around and collected all the letters and packages from the owls. Most of the owls flew out the window and the only ones who stayed were Hedwig, Errol and Pig. He woke Errol and set him inside Hedwigs cage for some water, who gave a grateful hoot. He was desperately hoping he would be able to get out of this place. He picked up the letter from his best friend and unfolded it to a very untidy scrawl.





Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! How's your summer been so far? Ours had been Great! We went to visit Charlie in Romania and guess what? We saw Norbert and he didn't try to bite my arm off! He's also about one-hundred times bigger!





Harry just laughed just imagining Ron bouncing off the walls with excitement. Maybe he had had too much butterbeer. He continued reading the longest letter he had ever gotten from his best friend.





I wanted to warn you the twins got a load of money. They wouldn't say who, they only told us that this mysterious person gave them the money to get started on the WWW's. Whoever that was they must be mental and they will be dead when I find out who he is. Oh yea, watch out they sent you a package and Dad wouldn't even check if there were any pranks on it so, Good Luck! Owl me and tell me if you change any colours!

Hope you can come. Don't let the muggle let you down.

Ron

P.S: Mum is trying to get Dumbledore to let you come. So far he's said no, but Mum says she might send him a Howler for making you stay with those 'horrible muggles'.



Harry laughed at Mrs. Weasleys antics and picked up the package from Ron. Harry turned to a package which was shaped suspiciously like a book. He unwrapped it to find he was right. He thought that the day Ron sent him a book would be the day Hell froze over. He looked outside to make sure it didn't. The book had some odd shapes which he assumed were runes. He opened it and a short note fell out.





'Hey Harry, I thought if it got too boring over there for you, you could try to figure this out. The bookstore owner said no one except Merlin has ever been able to read it (Although I think it's a fake because he was practically giving it away.) Have fun!'





He set the book down to until he finished with his birthday gifts. He took the twins parcel and unwrapped it very warily. When he saw it was safe he opened it to see a box full of pranks and a short note.







Hey Harry,

Happy Birthday! We have decided to make you a partner in the Weasley Wizard Wheezes. You can't refuse so don't even try. You will receive part of the profits and you can test these out on the muggles.



So long for now,

Your partners in crime

Gred and Forge



Harry was quite happy to have something to get revenge on the Dursleys with, so he wasn't complaining. Opened the parcel that Hedwig brought to find a wrapped present and a letter. He opened the letter which was from his other best friend, Hermione.





Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I decided not to go to Bulgaria because of you-know-who and all. Plus I didn't want to give Victor the wrong impression either. We're just friends. So I heard Ron went to Romania. Oh, I would love to go. See all the history and to see Norbert again. Ron hasn't been bugging me about Victor anymore. I think he's starting to grow up, although I hope not too fast. See you soon.

Love from,

Hermione

P.S: I'm a Prefect! Ron isn't though but he seems happy about it. How about you?



He opened the parcel to see, not surprisingly, a book. It was called 'Ancient Runes' by Merlin but, he highly doubted Merlin had actually made that book and Hermione could get a hold of it. A note fell out and it said



'I know this book wasn't really made by Merlin, but Ron told me about the book he got you so I thought you could use some help. Hope you like it.'





He set the book on his beside table and continued onto the letter from his godfather, Sirius Black.





Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Remus and I are on a mission for Dumbledore. We are almost done so I should be able to give you your Birthday present in person. See you soon!

Love,

The cute, adorable

Snuffles



Harry snorted at what his godfather had said about himself. That was Sirius for you, completely opposite of his name. Harry decided to open Hagrid's letter since it didn't look dangerous.



Dear Harry,

How are ya? I'm on a mission. Can't talk about it though. won't be able to come back to teach. I'm sure you'll like the professor. My present for you is in my cabin when you get back to Hogwarts. Hope ya like it.

From,

Hagrid



Harry was wondering just what it was and if it was dangerous. Knowing Hagrid it was. He also wondered who would take over for Hagrid. He put those thoughts aside as he unfolded his Hogwarts letter.



Dear Mr. Potter,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock. We are also pleased to inform you, you have been selected to be the male Gryffindor Prefect.



A list of books for next year is enclosed

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress



Harry looked at the silver badge with a P on it and wondered if Professor McGonagall was just as nuts as Dumbledore. He had broken more rules than he could count and he still made Prefect.





At that moment he noticed a letter on the floor. He picked it up and unfolded it to see writing he did not recognise. It said:



Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I'm not sure if you'll like it, but I hope you do. Two chains appeared last night on

my desk along with a note that read,



'Keep one and wear it always and give the other to the person you think of when you see it.'

I thought of you. They are identical. I can't figure out a way to get it on though, so if you figure it out tell me, please. I hope you like it.

Love,

Ginny



Harry looked in the envelope and pulled out a golden chain with a pendant in the shape of a Griffin. He walked over to the window to get a better look at it. He noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye outside, but when he turned his head to get a better look it was gone. He looked at his alarm clock. It read 11:59, then 12:00. Suddenly the chain flew up and attached itself around his neck. He didn't have time to think about it though when a blinding white light started to grow larger from no where. Suddenly gold writing appear in the air, as though an invisible hand was writing it,



'Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix'

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Author's Note:

Hello everyone please review even if you didn't like it. I think that was the longest chapter I've

ever written. Sorry to those who liked my previous plot I didn't like it very much. I'm open to any

suggestions and tell me if some thing didn't make sense or made the story bad.



Flames are allowed. I need to roast my marshmallows.

Love Jess (Just so you know, I am Girl not a Guy, Thanks)