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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

(The Unauthorized Completely Pretend and Made up Version)

Chapter 1

Arabella Figg

Every night was the same to the Dursleys. The only exciting thing that they ever did was have a party for Dudley and occasionally give Harry a breakfast when they were in a particularly good mood, which wasn't very often.

Harry lay awake in the middle of the night, thinking of how boring and horrible his life would be if he hadn't received that letter 5 years ago. He attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Now the Dursleys completely ignored him, and Harry liked it away from them, as did they like it away from Harry.

"Happy Birthday," He said to himself. Light flashed onto his face from the storm outside. No one was ever there to comfort him, his friends wanted to be there but Vernon would not allow it. They hadn't spoken to each other since Ron had come to pick up Harry to see a Quiddich game.

Quiddich was an amazing game played on broomsticks. There were four balls; a Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a snitch. The Golden Snitch was Harry's favorite ball. He had to catch it on the team. The Team consisted of Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnit, Fred and George Weasly, and Harry Potter. "Wood," He muttered out loud. Wood had been the captain of the team, and the Keeper but now he was out of Hogwarts. Who would be captain? Who would be Keeper? This hadn't occurred to him until now. Just a month left 'til he goes back to Hogwarts. He was safe there. He thought about his scary end to the year before, Voldemort was gaining power, and fast.

"Figg, Arabella Figg?" He sat up in bed. He was thinking about Dumbledore and what he had said about a woman named Arabella Figg. Could it be the same Mrs. Fig as the woman next door? He had thought about it a lot, but never very deeply.

He sat for hours pondering and pondering until the clock read 2 o'clock. He swung his legs over his bed and got up. "Ow!" He exclaimed as he pulled out a sharp item out of his drawer.

Harry skipped the one step that squeaked, as he walked down the dark stairs. The storm had gone and the night was filled with the chirping of many crickets. This was the only time Harry could make breakfast. He poured a bowl of cereal and took a pint of milk from the Refrigerator. He snuck out side to get the newspaper and find out what was happening in the Muggle World.

When he stepped out to find that it was still raining. The rain drizzled down his nightclothes as he picked up the paper. When he looked up he was there. Peter Petigrew was staring at him 2 houses down. Peter smiled. Lightning struck and Harry was temporarily blinded. When he regained his sight it was Mrs. Figg, standing was standing there, where Peter had been. Harry dismissed it as a Hallucination and started to walk inside. He stopped himself.

Harry ran down two driveways to get to Mrs. Figs Cabbage-smelling house. "Are you," He panted for a moment. "Arabella Figg?" He finished.

She looked at him. "Come inside dear, you don't want to catch a pneumonia." She ushered him into the house of Cabbage.

"Who told you, how did you find out?" She asked.

"So you are, you're the woman Dumbledore was talking about!" Harry exclaimed.

"Ahh, Dumbledore told you." She paced around the living room. "I'm old Harry." She told him. "I'm . . . dying."

Harry blinked. "What?"

"I can't protect this area anymore." She told him. "I've talked to the ministry, and they have agreed to let you temporarily live in Hogwarts."

"Wait, back up. What?" Harry asked.

"The Ministry wants you to live in Hogwarts, you will be protected there. You will be able to play Quiddich, you can practice magic, and you can even visit Hagrid. But they don't want you living here!" Harry couldn't register the sudden change. Mrs. Figg walked out of the room and came back with a jar. " I know that Dumbledore gave you the invisibility cloak from your father. Now I have to give you this." The "jar" seemed like an ancient urn of some kind. "Your mother wanted me to give it to you. I figured now was a good time."

"Thank you," Harry said. He opened up the top of the urn and looked inside. He recognized the powder inside. "That's Floo Powder!" Harry said.

"It is, and its first use will be to get you to Hogwarts." She hurried him out the door. And slammed it behind him. He covered the Floo powder. He ran back to the house and dismissed it all as a hallucination.

He dreamed of Hogwarts until the morning lights . . .