Chapter 1

The world is changing before our eyes. Lord Voldemort is back and some say that he is stronger than ever. The Order of the Phoenix has rejoined to fight him and his Death Eaters, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe that he is back. They say that it can't be possible, but in these dark and dangerous times… anything is possible.

The room was dark even though sunlight poured through the window. It was an average-sized room that barely had anything in it. Although, the space did hold a bed with dirty, gray sheets, a small writing desk, a single wooden chair, and a trunk at the foot of the bed.

A girl sat at the window, looking out at the world. Her dark-brown hair fell in loose ringlets down her back, shimmering in the sunlight. Her bright blue eyes were watching, searching…waiting. She was beautiful, around the age of 20. Her blue eyes glanced around the room and fell on a trunk. She stood and walked gracefully over to the trunk to open it. It hasn't been opened in three years. She pulls her wand out of her pocket, a nine-and-a-half inch, oak and phoenix feather wand from Ollivander's, and tapped the trunk's lock. The lock clicked happily and springs open. Inside the trunk, all of her old books, quills, and robes still lay inside, wanting to be used. I can't believe that I haven't looked through my Hogwarts trunk. The last time I opened it, I was packing up my things to leave Gryffindor Tower and Hogwarts after my graduation. She had never needed anything from the trunk during those three years. Oh well, she thought as she closed and locked the trunk.

She looked up at the window to see a Great Gray owl, which was holding a letter in its beak, outside. She walked up to the window and opens it as the large owl hops inside. It sat the letter beside the girl's hand. Then, the owl quickly takes flight and is gone. The girl looks at the envelope to see the address.

Ms. Sira Volkov

The Gray Bedroom

7870 Greenhill Road

She opened the letter and read:

Dear Sira,

I promised you that I would contact you after you finished your training. I am glad that the Ministry accepted to train you secretly and kept your new position quiet.

Down to business, I want you to come to Hogwarts as soon as you receive this letter because I have a job for you. I can't go into any more detail about it in case this letter is intercepted.

Hope to see you soon,

Albus Dumbledore

She folded up Dumbledore's letter and put it in her pocket. With a crack, Sira Disapparates, the room became silent once more.

Sira stood in the middle of the main road of Hogsmeade, the town closest to Hogwarts. Most of the shops are empty or had barely anyone in them. Hogsmeade was only truly busy when the students of Hogwarts were allowed into the town on certain weekends. Sira walked briskly down the road towards the main gate of Hogwarts. She noticed that there was a man at the gate. She saw that his hair was greasy black and he was, obviously, waiting for her arrival. "Hello, Professor Snape," Sira kindly said.

"Sira, I am not your professor anymore, do not call me that. Please call me Snape or Severus," he growled with a fake smile. "Dumbledore asked me to escort you to his office. Follow me," he said more polity.

Sira followed Snape onto the grounds of Hogwarts. She remembered having Potions class with Snape; he was never kind to anyone in the class. Even though she excelled in his class, he always told her to do better. He even disliked the Slytherins which took the entire class by surprise, because he is the Head of the Slytherin House.

The grounds were the same as Sira remembered them to be. Near the Forbidden Forest stood Hagrid's cabin looking similar except that there wasn't smoke coming out of the chimney. Snape quickened his pace as the approached the castle. Sira could see the large wooden doors that had always welcomed her into the castle during her days as a student. Now, they seemed to welcome her with a different sense of purpose. The doors creaked open. Same old Hogwarts, she thought with a small smile on her face. Snape was scowling. Ha, same old Snape! They walked, or practically jogged since Snape's pace quickened again, through the halls to the gargoyle statue that stood at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Acid pops," Snape whispered to the gargoyle. "This is where I leave you, Sira. As you know, Dumbledore's office is at the top of the staircase," he said and, surprisingly, didn't scowl at her.

"Thank you," she replied politely as she climbed up the stairs. She reached the door at the top of the staircase and knocked on it.

"Enter," a voice said from within. She pushed the door open, entered, and carefully closed it behind her. The portraits of all the headmasters and headmistress watched her. Silver, complex instruments sat on tables moving and whirling. A phoenix sat on its perch, watching her like the portraits. An old man sat behind the desk, his blue eyes seemed to be examining her. His right hand stroked his long, white beard that matched his long, white hair. The midnight blue robes that he wore made his bright, blue eyes pop even behind his half-moon spectacles. "Come sit, Miss Volkov. We have much to talk about," Dumbledore stated. Sira sat in the chair directly in front of his desk. "Now, you are probably wondering why I asked you to come here."

"Wait, Professor," she blurted. "I-"

"Now, Sira, I am not your professor anymore," Dumbledore interjected.

"I just wanted to say that I have been thinking. Many sources have told me that the Order of the Phoenix has reformed and, if this is true, I want to join them. I am ready to take a stand and fight for the lives of others, I want to fight for everything that is good in the world," she quickly explained, "or die trying."

"Good, we are on the same page." He was smiling. "I summoned you here because, firstly, to congratulate you on completing you auror training and, secondly, to offer an opportunity to you." He leaned forward in his chair. "I want you to join the Order. I think your talents will be useful to us. I have a mission that I am looking for the perfect person to complete and I think you just may be the one." His blue eyes started to examine her again.

"What is it, if I may ask?" Sira shifted impatiently in her seat, glanced around the room, and then watched him again. The portraits started to listen more carefully.

"I want you to spy on Voldemort and his Death Eaters," he hesitated, "by becoming one."

Most of the portraits gasped and stared at Dumbledore. The phoenix squawked a shrill note. Sira looked at Dumbledore; she was totally calm and was smirking. She shook her head.

"Dumbledore, I am a half-blood. How could I possibly join the Death Eaters? They only want purebloods."

"That is where you are mistaken, Sira. There already is a half-blood Death Eater. People only think that the Death Eaters are all purebloods," he said with a smile. "The Ministry told me that you were taught Occulmency during your auror training, as I requested. Is this true?"

"Yes, sir," she replied happily.

"Good…good. You'll need it when you deal with Voldemort. Have you changed into you Animagus form lately?"

"No, I haven't done it in a few months."

"Well, change form now. You may need it."

In the chair, where Sira just was, sat a brown wolf with Sira's blue eyes. The phoenix squawked once more as Dumbledore nodded approvingly. The brown wolf shifted back into Sira. "Good, Sira, very good, now, back to the real business." Dumbledore stood up and started to walk around the office.

"When spying for the Order on the Death Eaters, you need to act like one. Show a hate for muggles, muggle-borns, and the blood traitors, I know that you don't care about blood purity, but they do. Also, keep your mind guarded. Voldemort excels in Leglimency, so if your mind is not guarded, then he will look into it. You will have to act loyal to him, too, if not; he will know something is fishy. If you are asked to complete a task for him, do it no matter what, and don't hesitate when doing it. Watch your back; you may be the most important asset to the Order. Any questions?"

"Nope," she replied with a smile.

"Good." He handed her a piece of paper. "That paper has the address of the Order's headquarters. Know that address. There is a meeting tonight at the address; you may go to it if you like. I will tell them that we have a new member."

"Wait," interrupted Sira, "when am I supposed to go to the Death Eaters?"

"I will call you back to Hogwarts when it is time, but the time is not now. Anything else?"

"No."

"Then you may leave." He took a seat in the chair behind his desk and his eyes continued to examine her. She stood up and walked to the door. She started to open the door. "Wait, Sira." She turned back to Dumbledore. "How is the weather today? I heard that it is quite breezy today."

"Oh… yes, it is breezy today and it is starting to become overcast too," she replied a little shocked. "Um… good-bye." Dumbledore called a good-bye out to her as she walked out the door. She looked down on at the slip of paper. It said:

12 Grimmauld Place

A charred spot formed in the center of the paper and it spread towards the edges. Like that, it was gone.