Hello fanfictioners! Long time no see! I'm back with a completely different story. It has nothing to do with twilight what so ever. I'm done with those stories for now. To be honest I'm tired of twilight. And for you twilight fans, no offense but I've had enough twilight. I love it, but I'm tired of it. But if your apart of Team Jacob like me, then read my stories, I do warn you though, they were written a while ago, back when I wasn't the most inventive writer, so I apologize in advance if there horrible! (:
My latest thing now is Harry Potter! Ever since the new movie came out (that I still have yet to see, thanks mom!) I've been watching and re-reading the books. I've also been reading some Harry Potter FanFiction stories and I recommend my all-time favorite so far is 'The name is Potter-Black' by PadyandMoony. It's amazing. I've also become a part of the Harmony (Harry and Hermione) ship so, this story will be a Harmony story. I also like Draco and Hermione stories. But there is no Weasley bashing or Dumbledore bashing! I love both of them!
Also, there is no slash in this story, frankly I think that's weird. Sirius and Remus are FRIENDS in this story and I don't plan on writing a slash story any time soon. I'm not with it, but I'm not against it either.
And sorry to spoil the surprise but Sirius DOES NOT die in this story. I didn't like in the books or the movies, and seeing as this is my story and I can chose who lives and who dies, I chose Sirius to live and Umbridge to die! (;
This is loosely based off of Order of the Phoenix, there will be some changes like Sirius NOT DYING, and the ministry doesn't get involved at Hogwarts, so therefore not Umbridge, maybe still haven't decided.
I think I covered everything, but if you think I missed something let me know! Sorry about my rambling, so without further ado, here is my version of Order of the Phoenix.
As always I own nothing no matter how much I wish I did. Sorry for any spelling errors, this was uploaded at 1:30in the morning, you understand why I didn't want to check.
"And then she did something she has never done before, she kissed him on the cheek."
Goblet of fire pg. 734
What possessed her to do that she would never know. She was perfectly happy with keeping her feelings to herself, locking them away and keep the friendship she has treasured since that Halloween night during their first year. But something happened, something broke inside of her and a few of those feelings she was happy to ignore, slipped free and she kissed him. Even if it was on the cheek, it still made her blush profusely just at the thought.
She berated herself for her slip up. She didn't want Harry to think that she had a crush on him, or that she wanted more than a friendship with him.
But you do, a voice inside her head whispered, you've wanted more than a friendship with Harry since third year. Ever since that nightly escaped with the time turner, rescuing Sirius, and that ride on the Hippogriff. You pressed up against Harry, your arms wrapped around him, his smell invading your senses-
Shut up! She told the voice.
"Bloody hell, I'm going mad." Hermione Granger whispered to herself.
Ever since that day at the train station, when she kissed her best friend on the cheek, the very best friend she's been in love with since third year, it's all she can think about.
It didn't help that in a few days she would be in his presence for the rest of the summer holiday.
She had only been home a week or so when she got a letter from Ron, inviting her to spend the rest of the summer with him and his family. But Hermione, being the smart witch that she is, caught the underlying meaning. Ever since last term, when Harry had narrowly escaped the newly risen and bodied Dark Lord, the Order- having been explained when she arrived- had been put on their guard, enforcing more safety measures and protection issues, hence Hermione's invite to stay with the Weasley's.
Without a second thought she packed up her school trunk and with her parent's permission she took the Knight Bus to the Burrow, where she was met with the usual chaos, but more so. She learned that they would be staying with Sirius at his childhood home to be safe, but again, being the smart witch she was, knew there was something else going on, but refrained from saying anything.
When they arrived at Grimmuald place, Hermione was met with even more surprise. The place was dark and grimy, and as soon as she walked through the door, an awful screeching had filled the house.
"FILTHY MUDBLOODS AND BLOOD TRIAOTRS COMING IN MY HOUSE!"
Her first encounter with Mrs. Black was not pleasant to say the least.
Then there was the talk her and Ron had with Dumbledore.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, May I have a word with you in the drawing room?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Of course, Professor." Hermione said immediately. Ron just nodded, following them to the drawing room.
"Please have a seat." Dumbledore told them, conjuring two chairs for them to sit in.
"I need to discuss with you a matter involving Harry," he paused, a serious look on his face, "now I know the three of you are close, but I must ask you not to relay any information you over hear. I know that's a lot to ask of you two, considering," he told them knowingly, his blue eyes twinkling, "but this is for Harry sake. I would much rather have this explained to him in person, rather than a letter. Harry has had a lot to deal with this past term and I don't want to worry him. So I must ask you to promise me that you won't say anything to him, discerning things here."
Hermione didn't like the idea of keeping things from Harry, she thought that if anything else he deserved to know right away, but on the other hand Dumbledore had a point. Harry had been through a lot this past year, hell he's been through more than most wizards twice his age, but she still, she knew Harry and she knew how angry he would be when he found out how they willingly kept things from him, especially if he thought that they thought he couldn't handle it.
Against her better judgment, she agreed as did Ron.
She wasn't happy about it and she frequently made it known about her thoughts on the subject, but no one would budge.
So she would have to wait until Harry got here until she could explain and she hoped that he would see how tight she was bound.
Harry Potter was having a terrible summer.
Besides being stuck on Privet Drive for most of the summer, he had yet to hear any actual news on Voldemort's whereabouts. He watched the news every night, much to his Uncles annoyance, listening out for any mysterious killings or any strange sightings of dark cloaked figures.
His friends' letters didn't help much at all. They all told him the same thing.
We're not allowed to say anything.
Don't worry about anything, everything is fine.
Just behave and stay out of trouble.
We had to swear not to say anything.
We're coming for you soon, just sit tight.
He was getting restless. About the only letters that kept him sane were the ones from Hermione.
Hermione.
He couldn't help but smile when he thought of her. And he had been thinking about her a lot over the summer. He couldn't help it. Ever since the Yule Ball, he's been seeing her in a different light. He noticed things about her that he just ignored before. Like when she studied how she always chewed on the tip of her quill, or when she was frustrated or confused, that little crease between her eyebrows would appear or when she was nervous she would bite her bottom lip or when she was angry she would put her hands on her hips or when she was happy her mocha eyes would sparkle, except when she was angry, then there was fire in her eyes that would make any grown man cower.
And when she kissed him on the cheek at the train station, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His palms got sweaty and he was at loss for words.
He missed her terribly.
Her letters kept him sane. She made it a point to let him know that she was not happy with the others decision. She never told him to be good or behave. She didn't directly tell him certain things but she did drop hints here there about what was going on.
But even her letters couldn't stop the nightmares that haunted him. Every night he went back to the grave yard, every night he saw Cedric die, the flash of green light, his lifeless pale blue eyes, his body unmoving. Every night he felt the blade across his arm, piercing his skin, digging into his flesh, his blood running down his arm, Wormtail's watery eyes, so cruel and cold. Every night he saw Voldemort's distorted figure being dumped into the cauldron, his red eyes, his snake like nose, his pale skin, his evil laughter and the excruciating pain it brought his scar every time he was in his presence.
He saw his parents' smokey figures, telling him to hold on, Cedric telling him to bring his body back. It was always too much and he would wake up, drenched in sweat, his scar burning and his head throbbing.
Harry looked up when he heard an all too familiar voice coming closer. His cousin, Dudley and his band of goons were coming closer, laughing about their latest victim.
After a year of dieting and using his talent of beating people up, Dudley had recently become the Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast. Even with this title Harry still didn't fear his cousin, now the other kids in the neighborhood; well that was a different story. His uncle had called it a noble sport and congratulated his son, while Harry thought that Dudley learning to punch harder and more accurately wasn't something to be celebrated.
Dudley's swagger had increased (if that was possible) and he strutted around with his gang, beating up any ten years old in sight. Not much of an accomplishment if you asked Harry.
Harry watched as Dudley and his cronies went their separate ways and sighed. He figured if Dudley was going home, that meant he had to go to.
With a heavy sigh, Harry very reluctantly got up off the wing he was sitting on and walked towards Dudley.
"Hey Big D." he called. Dudley turned around and spotted Harry, who had caught up to him.
"Oh," he grunted, "it's you."
Harry grinned. There was nothing better than letting his frustrations out on his cousin, who, despite what he says, was downright terrified of him.
"So, Big D huh?"
"Shut it." Dudley snarled, turning around and continued walking. Harry fell in step next to him.
"It's a cool name but," Harry grinned wickedly, "you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."
"I said SHUT IT!" Dudley roared clenching his meaty fist.
"What? Don't your friends know what your mother calls you?"
"Shut your face."
"You don't tell her to shut her face. What about 'Popkin' or 'Dinky Diddykins' can I use them?"
Dudley didn't answer and, Harry noticed with deep satisfaction, that the effort to restrain from beating Harry up took all of his cousin's strength.
"So," Harry said conversationally, "who've you been beating up tonight? Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago-"
"He deserved it." snarled Dudley.
"Oh yeah?"
"He cheeked me."
"Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig who's been taught to walk on his hind legs 'cause that's not a cheek, that's true…"
A vein, very much like Uncle Vernon's, began throbbing in his forehead, and his face became a satisfying purple color, but still he did nothing. Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Nothing satisfied him more than transferring his frustration into his cousin. Dudley's ham like fist were fisted at his sides, his jaw clenched and twitching.
They turned and walked right down the narrow alley way were Harry first laid eyes on Sirius, his animagus ex-convict God-Father. It was empty and darker than the streets, due to having no street lamps. Their foot-steps were muffled due to the thick cement walls.
"Think you're a big man carrying that thing around, don't you?" Dudley asked after a few seconds of silence.
"What thing?" Harry asked innocently, though he had a pretty good idea what he was referring to.
"That-that thing your hiding."
Harry grin widened.
"What," Harry pulled out his wand, "this?" Harry asked innocently, twirling it between his fingers. Dudley glanced sideways at it, flinching slightly. Apparently he never forgot about the pig's tail Hagrid had given him.
"You're not allowed to use that," Dudley said triumphantly, "you'll get expelled from that freak school of yours."
"How do you know they haven't changed the rules Big D?"
"They haven't." He said, though he didn't look convinced. Harry laughed.
"You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?" Dudley snarled.
"Whereas you need four mates behind you to beat up a ten year old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was he? Seven? Eight?" Harry asked scathingly.
"He was sixteen for you information, and he was out cold for twenty minutes when I was done with him," Dudley snarled, "he twice as heavy as you. Just wait till I tell dad that you had that thing out-"
"Running to daddy now are we? Is his ickle boxing-champion afraid of nasty Harry's wand?" Harry teased.
"Not this brave at night are you?" Dudley sneered.
"This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this."
"I mean when you're in bed!" Dudley sneered.
He stopped walking, as did Harry. The grin feel from his face, and from what he could see from his cousin's face, he had a nasty smile on his face and a strange triumphant look.
"What do you mean I'm not brave in bed? Am I supposed to be afraid of pillows or something? Or maybe the blanket will strangle me?" Harry asked completely nonplussed.
"I heard you last night." Dudley said breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."
Harry froze completely. Seeing he had the upper hand, Dudley continued on.
" 'Don't kill him'," he had adopted a high pitch voice, that would have amused Harry if it wasn't for the cold, sinking feeling in his stomach. " 'Don't kill Cedric!' 'Don't kill Cedric' who's Cedric-your boyfriend?"
"I-you-your lying…" Harry said automatically, but his mouth had gone dry. But he knew Dudley wasn't lying, if so how would he know about Cedric?
" 'Dad help me! Come and help me, he's killed him! Help me mum! Help me! He's killed Cedric! He's killed hi'-don't you point that thing at me!"
Dudley backed into the alley wall, his face terrified. Harry had pointed his wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry felt the suppressed rage build on top of the frustration of his friends and supposed guardians keeping him in the dark, and fourteen years of hatred for Dudley rip through him, his heart pounding in his ears-what he wouldn't give to be able to hex him to oblivion, to jinx him so bad he would have to crawl home like the insect he was-
"Don't ever talk about that again," Harry said in a low, dangerous voice. "D'you understand me?"
"Point that thing somewhere else." Dudley shrieked.
"I said, do you understand me?"
"Point that somewhere else!"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM-"
Dudley stopped and gave an odd shuddering gasp, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on him.
Something had happened to the night. The indigo sky filled with stars, suddenly went pitch black. The street lamps outside had gone out, the distant rumble off cars on the street had gone silent, the rustle of the trees had stopped, and the muggy, sweltering heat had suddenly turned icy cold.
Harry thought for a split second that he had done magic without meaning to-even though he had been restraining him self- but his senses caught up with his reason. His magic couldn't turn off the stars. He turned his head, desperately trying to see something, anything that was causing this.
Dudley broke the unearthly silence
"Wh-what ev-ever you're doing, st-stop i-it." Dudley whimpered.
"Shut up, I'm not doing anything." He strained his ears, trying to hear something.
"I-I c-can't see! I've g-gone b-blind! I-"
"I said shut up and don't move!" Harry hissed.
Harry's unseeing eyes were moving left and right, the icy cold had gotten so bad that he was shivering all over, goose bumps breaking out over his skin. The hairs on the back of his next were standing on in, his breathing coming out in shallow gasps.
His mind was racing….he had only felt this way when….but that couldn't be possible…..what would they be doing in Little Whinging….he strained his ears…..he knew he would hear them before he saw them…
"I'll t-tell dad!" Dudley whimpered. "Where a-are y-you? What a-are you do-"
"Will you shut up?" Harry hissed, "I'm trying to-"
But he heard it. he had heard something he'd been dreading. They were not alone in this alley way, there was something there. Something that was drawing, long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry a horrible amount of dread. He stood there. freezing in the frozen air.
"C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I-I'll hit you! I s-swear I will!"
"Dudley will you shut-"
WHAM!
A fist made contact with the side of Harry's face, little white lights appeared in his vision. His head felt like it would explode with pain. The next second he was on the ground, his wand flying out of his hand, clattering to the floor a few feet way.
"You moron, Dudley!" Harry yelled. His eyes were watery with pain, as he scrambled to get up, searching frantically for his wand, his hands patting the ground.
He heard Dudley's footsteps thundering down the alley, slamming into the alley wall, stumbling.
"DUDLEY COME BACK! YOU'RE RUNNIG RIGHT AT IT!" Harry yelled after him. There was a squealing yell and suddenly Dudley's footsteps stopped. At the same time, Harry felt a chill behind him. There was more than one.
"DUDLEY KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVR YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!- where is it- wand!" Harry's hand grasped something, hard and smooth. His wand.
"Lumos." Harry muttered the spell automatically. The wand tip lit up immediately. He lifted it up and his heart dropped into his stomach.
A towering, dark hooded figure was gliding towards him, hovering over the ground, no feet or face visible beneath its robes, sucking in the night as it came.
Stumbling backwards, Harry raised his wand, thinking of a happy memory.
"Expecto Patronum."
A silvery wisp shot out of his wand, the dementor slowed, but the spell didn't work; tripping over his feet, he backed up again as the dementor bore down on him. His heart was pounding in, beating frantically against his rib cage, pain was fogging his brain- concentrate-
"Expecto Patronum."
Another wisp of silver, this one weaker than the last, shot out of his wand, laughter filled his head, the high pitched laughter he heard only a few months ago….he could smell the dementor's putrid breath….the familiar fogginess clouding his senses...he thought of Ron and Hermione…..Hermione…..he would never see her again-
"Bow to death Harry….bow to death….it might even be painless…..I wouldn't know….I have never died….."
No. Think of Hermione. Think of her smile, of her laugh, her sparkling brown eyes, her hugs filled with warmth-
"Expecto Patronum. EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
An enormous silver stag sprung from his wand, galloping towards the dementor, head bowed, knocking into the dementor, its horns grabbing its robe and with a flick of its head, it knocked the dementor as if weightless, backward. Defeated.
"COME ON! THERE'S STILL ONE MORE!" Harry shouted at the stag. The stag turned around, head bowed again toward the other dementor, who-to Harry's horror- was lowering its hood, revealing a scaly face, black holes for eyes, and wide black hole for a mouth. Under it was Dudley cowering on the floor, his arms wrapped around his head. Just as it was leaning over Dudley, to preform what Harry assumed would be the Kiss, when the stag hit the dementor in the side, lifting it off Dudley and flinging it backwards, where it disappeared into the night.
The stag stood in the middle of the alley way, looking around, as if looking for more dementors, before it dissolved into mist.
The street lamps came back on, the moon and the stars lit up the sky, the rustle of wind through the trees came back, and the sound of cars going down the street could be heard again. The iciness was leaving the air, leaving the muggy and hot July air in its wake.
Harry walked over to Dudley, who was still breathing and looking as if he saw the most horrific thing he could think of had come to life before his very eyes.
Now that he knew Dudley was fine, Harry slumped against the wall, panting and thoroughly exhausted.
He heard foot-steps coming down the alley way, and straightened up immediately, gripping his wand tightly. He waited with bated breath as the footsteps came closer, a strange squeaked noise following. Then he heard the voice.
"Damn mundungus…leaving his post early to do some dirty dealing's no doubt….wait till I get a hold of him…"
The voice sounded oddly familiar, Harry wracked his brain trying to remember where he's heard it before.
"Dementor's floating about…..oh I'm going to kill him….wait till Dumbledore hears about this…."
Whoever it was must have been a witch or wizard if they knew about Dumbledore and dementors.
Around the corner came a familiar figure. It was Mrs. Figg, Harry's batty old neighbor obsessed with cats. Harry knew because he spent a lot of time with her when he was little. She would feed him old fruit cake and tea, forcing him to look at old photographs of her dead cats, Fluffy and Mr. Whiskers.
He quickly tried to put his wand in his pocket before she saw him.
"Mrs. Figg, I was just- we were-"
"Don't put it away, idiot boy! What if there are more around?" she shrieked at him, "Oh I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!"
"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked weakly.
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